deep stairs

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

word count// 1,353


Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”


After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”


The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Art Museum Meeting ft. Taehyung

Originally posted by je0n

word count ; 1.7k

like 2% fluff



today was the day. you were going to an art musuem for the first time. it was something that you always wanted to do.

you tried to get your friends to come along with you but, they thought that it’d be ‘boring’. so here you were, walking alone and humming slow songs to yourself.

although you were about to be alone, you still kept a smile on your face. you were about to be face to…frame with art. not just random art, but some of the most famous pieces.

vincent van gogh paintings were what you anticipated the most. all of his work was out of this world but what you really couldn’t wait to see was the starry night, irises, and the yellow house.

your walking and thoughts about art came to a halt when your phone started ringing, loudly. you answered the call while putting your phone on silent mode.

you were extremely lucky to not be in the musuem when it rang. your ringtone was a song with very explicit lyrics, so that wouldn’t have been good.

“who has ringtones anymore?” you overheard but couldn’t figure out who asked that question.

you scoffed it off and turned your attention back onto your phone.

“yes, can i help you?” you sarcastically asked.

“kill the attitude y/n, i just wanted to see if you were at that place yet.” your annoying friend said, already getting on your nerves.

“if i was there, i wouldn’t be talking to you right now.”

“don’t lie. i’m your friend, you’d answer whenever i call because you love me.” she teased.

“i mean…if that false thought helps you sleep at night, then believe it all you want.”

“anyways.” she paused amd dramatically sighed. “you need a man so i’m hoping that you meet an intellectual at that place.”

“i don’t need a man and for the last time, it’s a musuem.”

“and for the last time it’s a musuem!” your friend mocked you. “you need a man! i’m tired of you third wheeling with me and m-”

you cut her off by hanging up. “annoying. as. hell.” you mummered as you started to walk again.

🍌

“finally.” you let out a sigh of relief once you saw the two front doors of the musuem that you had wanted to visit for years.

your hand quickly rose up to your face as a tear shed from your eye.

“what the hell? what’s she crying for?” a random person asked their friend, thinking that you didn’t hear it. but you did.

instead of embarrassing yourself in public and spitting out very detailed and emotional paragraphs about the beauty of the outside of the musuem, you hurriedly entered.

just as you expected, there were people everywhere. this place was heavenly, the scenery…everything.

“this place looks like something from that beauty and beast movie!” you smiled, watching a kid as he shouted and pointed at the ceiling in awe.

you remembered being that age, being so interested in art and photography. thankfully, that interested stayed with you up until now.

you started on the left side of the museum, admiring the floral paintings as they lead you to the back. to your left were the stairs that went to the second floor.

“even the stairs! who painted this?” you mumered while you slowly walked up each stair, looking at each one before you went up on it. they were individually painted in a different design or style.

“you seem to be really into those stairs.” a deep voice said which made you jump. hell, the owner of it was basically in your ear.

you hurriedly went up to the second floor and turmed around to face whoever it was that made that comment.

“damn.” you said in a breathy tone. the owner of that deep voice was a tall and (very) handsome man.

he looked wealthy, healthy and sexy. you couldn’t even hide that you found him attractive.

he wore a long sleeved loose shirt that he had tucked into his pants and he had on those ugly gucci shoes that everybody wanted for a reason you didn’t know. but he made it work.

“what? Is there something wrong?” he curiously asked, squinting his eyes at you.

you were staring too long!

you were hesitant to say anything so instead of doing so, you walked away.

“hey..” the man quietly called you until he caught up to you. “why’d you say damn?”

you sighed and turned to face him. as soon as your eyes met his, your face got hot and at that point you were struggling to do anything. you couldn’t even move or speak.

that is, until he snapped his fingers in your face. “ma'am.” he whispered.

“don’t call me that. i’m not old.” you said once you came back down to earth.

“okay, tell me.” he swayed from side to side with his hands in his pockets, staring at you, and waiting for you to say something.

you didn’t like to lie but you had to. you weren’t about to tell him that he was the most attractive man you’d seen in your life.

“you dropped your forehead.” you spat out and waited until he looked down to escape to the nearest bathroom.

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you waited for five minutes, hoping that he wasn’t near when you walked out. hell, there were four stories here, he shouldn’t be.

“dumbass! it’s only been five minutes and this is an art museum. he got up here the same time you did!” you face palmed yourself after thinking about this whole situation.

you were here for the art and not to play hide and seek, if he was even looking for you…

you kind of hoped that he was. when would you ever get this attention again? it’s been so long since any dude had ever paid attention to you.

you just didn’t know how to act. acring hard to get was something that you always did because you wanted to see how far a guy would go for you.

they always gave up.

“it can’t be that bad.” you told yourself, as you proceeded to exit the bathroom.

“hey, thanks for telling me.” said that familiar voice that you thought that you’d never hear again. “about my forehead.”

you sighed and proceeded to walk away but, he grabbed your arm. your eyes slowly traveled down to his hand and then back up to look him directly in his. “let me go..”

“let’s look around together?” he suggested, sneakily putting his hand in yours

“let me go.” you were getting annoyed.

“i’ll let go if you promise not to run away again.” he chuckled and slid his hand in yours.

“i don’t have to promise you anything. i don’t even know you. so let me go.” you ordered.

“what are you so mad about?” he asked.

you let out a dramatic sigh and looked him straight in his eyes. you noticed how his pupils enlarged, his cheeks developed a rosy tint and his hand became moist.

was he intimidated? hopefully.

“really?” you paused. “there’s a stranger holding my hand. he won’t leave me alone. i didn’t come here to be attacked, i came here to look at art.”

his curious facial expression changed into a more giddy one. he let go of your hand and did the most extra bow that you had ever seen. “i’m kim taehyung.”

suddenly, you weren’t annoyed anymore. you couldn’t hide your smile.

his smile was contagious, and he was actually kind of cute.

“i’m…y/n.”

“y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. the most beautiful human that i’ve ever seen.” he went over to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“don’t gas me.” you scoffed at his action, wiggling to get his arm from around your shoulders. as expected, you failed..but it was worth the try.

“that’s silly. you’re not a car.” he laughed, thinking that what you said was some type of joke.

“oh!” taehyung shouted, leaving you behind as he rushed over to a familiar painting.

you quickly followed him after realizing that the painting was, the starry night.

“oh my god!” you semi yelled.

“it’s what i most wanted to see. it’s beautiful right?” he asked you, raising one of his eyebrows and stepping closer to your side.

you nodded, noticing that he was suddenly and very close to you. “me too.” you paused and eyed him. “but…do you know what personal space is?”

“why are you being so mean to me?” taehyung asked, fake pouting.

“i’m not? you’re just really close. we’re not dating and i don’t know you that well, so there’s no reason for it.”

he cocked his head to the side and stepped to the side to give you back your personal space. “well then, can we get to know each other better? i wanna know you better.”

what a genuine voice.

you covered your mouth before he could see the wide smile that quickly formed after what he had said. “why do you even wanna get to know me? i’m no one special.”

“wrong.” he shook his head no. “you’re so beautiful and different in so many ways. we haven’t even known each other long but i think i like you.”

“oh.” was all that came out of your mouth. it was all that you could say.

that was the first time that someone had said something like that to you. not even your ex’s told you something like this.

“so, do you want to go out to one of the cafes around here? we can come back. i’ll pay for everything.” he offered.

“you’re really trying to make moves with me huh?” you let out a small giggle.

he might’ve done something here. you started catching feelings.

“i mean, yeah.” he swayed, looked away from you and awkwardly smiled,  letting you see his shy side for the first time today.

“okay.” you responded walking past him and heading towards the exit.

“yes!” he whispered to himself as he followed behind you.

“i heard that.” you said, holding the door open for him. as a response, he laughed and grabbed your hand. when the thought of yanking your hand away came to mind, you quickly got rid of it.

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when you two went to the cafe, you really came around to him. you became bestfriends almost instantly after he did what he did. he showed you how happy you could really be. not to mention the endless gas that he supplied you with.


Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it! 

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4


A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?  

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?

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You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.

89.4%

You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.

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“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well,  had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.

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The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever

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And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell. 

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.”  You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat.  Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.

Saizo.

Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took  a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?”  He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.

“What?”

“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit. 

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable. 

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”

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Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”


Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady @tearscrime @nairil-daeris Feel free to reblog and tag other people. ~ Thanks again for reading, and putting up with me and this college AU.

Drunken Shenanigans // Archie Andrews

DRUNKEN SHENANIGANS / ARCHIE ANDREWS

         -    Could you please write an Archie imagine where he develops a crush on Betty’s twin sister and they drunkenly hook up at a party and she freaks out the morning after because she thinks Betty is gonna be mad at her.

REQUESTED BY: ANONYMOUS

WORD COUNT: 1,357

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, underage drinking, swearing, using god’s name in vain? (idk, not offending anyone, but my mum tells me not to use god’s name in vain).

CHARACTERS: Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Betty Cooper, Alice Cooper (mentioned).

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Your giggles were loud as Cheryl’s arms went around your shoulders. Her red hair was stuck to your lips, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the attention you were getting from both gingers.

Archie stood about two metres away, talking to Reggie, a cheeky grin on both of their lips, but his eyes were on yours. You pulled away from Cheryl, but took her hand and walked up to the two jocks, a huge smile on your lips as you sipped your cup. “Hey there, you two! How convenient that two jocks are going to be dancing with two of the best River Vixens in about 10 seconds.”

Archie laughed and Reggie pulled Cheryl away, but not before letting her plant a kiss on your lips. You and Cheryl have been friends for years, thanks to you braiding her hair all the time at kindergarten, since her mother never let her braid her hair.

“That was hot,” Archie said as his arm wrapped around your waist, steadying your swaying body. “Let’s dance, hey?” He suggested, pulling your body onto the dance floor and you complied, swaying your hips against the ginger’s body.

“So, Archiekins!” You shouted over the music, a grin on your lips as your childhood friend leant down to your height, his breath ghosting over your ear. “What brings you to Cheryl Blossom’s party? Usually you’re sat in a booth at Pop’s with the Sad Breakfast Club!” You couldn’t really diss the ‘Sad Breakfast Club’ too much, since your twin was a part of it, but you still found the nickname for the group quite hilarious.

“Well, you see, {Name}, I was invited by the queen herself, Cheryl Blossom.” Archie’s fingers brushed against your hip and his palm splayed on your side, touching your bare skin. You could feel the hairs on your arm stand up, making you bite your lip as you looked into his eyes.

“Good on you, Archie. Getting up in the social hierarchy,” you spoke, leaning up onto your tippy toes (even though you were wearing heels) and letting your lips brush against his ear. “Gosh. You’re gorgeous,” you whispered, letting your fingertips run down his bicep. Archie’s fingers dug into your hip and you swore you heard a growl come from his lips. Archie was quick to move his hand from your waist to your wrist, tugging you along and making you drop your drink on the wooden floors. You tried to speak in protest, since someone might slip, but kept your lips shut. Your wrist was becoming warm and your fingertips were tingly, so you piped up, asking Archie to let go.

He pushed open the door and tugged you into a bedroom closing the door and making sure it was locked after fiddling with the door handle and turning to you, a smirk on his lips. You took a deep breath as his chest touched yours, his fingertips gingerly (ha. Gingerly. I’m so sorry) running up and down your arms, forehead pressed against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against yours, pushing the sleeves of your denim jacket from your shoulders, kissing your neck.

You tried to speak, but your words were caught in your throat at how gentle he was being. His lips weren’t harsh, his touch wasn’t rough and his words weren’t disrespectful. He was Archie.

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A groan came from your lips as sunlight seeped into the room, blinding your –still shut- eyelids. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back a little and looking at the end of your bed. Wait a minute. You thought, sitting upright in a rush, realising that you were most definitely naked. Your eyes widened as you looked to your left, seeing the ginger male who was laying on his stomach, back muscles rippling under his skin as he moved in his sleep.

You took a deep breath and looked at your phone, seeing notifications from your mum and Betty, asking where you were.

Betty.

“Shit, shit, shit. Archie.” You shook the sleeping ginger, your fingers grasping his shoulders as you shook him. You heard him groan into the pillow, smiling a little as you had success in waking him up. “Get up, oh my god. Archie!” You were now almost in hysterics as you got out of the bed, slipping on your underwear and the clothes you had on the previous night. You were convinced you smelt disgusting, but right now, you needed to get home.

“Wait, {Name}. Breathe, calm down. What’s the matter?” Archie’s voice was raspy as he spoke, but his eyes sparkled as he looked at you, his bare chest showing. The blanket was bunched up at his hips, covering the lower half that you definitely got familiar with last night.

“Oh my gosh, Archie. I slept with you last night and Betty’s in love with you. I fucked my sister’s crush. Oh my gosh!” You ran your fingers through your hair, grabbing your heels, purse, keys and phone and looking at Archie. “I don’t care what you do, but I’m going to apologize to my sister and buy her whatever she wants!” You pushed open the bedroom, walking down the hallway and jogging down the stairs, taking deep breaths and trying to calm yourself down. You could hear fumbling and bumping upstairs, and you were pretty sure it was Archie, but you just set your mind onto Betty and walked outside.

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“{Name}. {Name}!” You heard Archie’s voice behind you. Your toes were numb from the snow, and you had goosebumps on your skin. “For fuck sakes, {Name}! Slow down!” Archie raised his voice and you stopped in your tracks, turning around and glaring at Archie.

“Okay look. You’re probably fine with sleeping with your best friend’s sister, but I’m not. I don’t even know how or what happened! But it happened, and I need to tell Betty and apologise. So you can either grow some balls and tell her with me or run along and leave me alone!” Your voice seethed with fury right now, but you felt like shit. Betty and you were twins, and you told each other everything. She was your other half.

-

“Betty, I uh. I need to talk to you,” you said as you slowly walked into her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, laptop in front of her and a bunch of papers also sprawled on her bed. A tired smile on her lips as she looked up at her twin and best friend, eyebrows furrowing as she looked at both of your expressions.

“Is everything okay?” Betty asked, sitting up straight and gathering her stuff.

“Uh, well. You see, Betty. You know how Archie and I both love you so much?” You bit your lip and she nodded, looking between the both of you. “Well.. Last night, at Cheryl’s par-“

“{Name} and I slept together, but we were drunk and can’t remember what the hell happened and she’s been freaking out all morning but we’re so sorry Betty we love you so much and didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did and-“ you and Betty both cut Archie off, the words ‘Archie, shut up’ coming from your lips. You giggled softly, sitting on the edge of Betty’s bed.

“It’s fine guys. Archie’s just a fuck boy.” Betty giggled, making you laugh. “At least he didn’t sleep with Ms Simes or something like that.” Your eyes widened as Betty said those words, remembering that Archie had slept with a teacher.

“Oh my god!” You squealed, grabbing a text book to throw at Archie. “I swear! You better have used a condom because if I catch something from you sleeping with Grundy, I am going to kill you!”

Betty laughed to herself as she watched you chase Archie around her small room with a text book, whacking his back with it. She was actually quite calm with you sleeping with Archie, as long as you didn’t go behind her back and not tell her.

She was glad she had friends and family like you and Archie.  

“All in a Day’s Work” Peter Maximoff x Reader (Request)

Request: “Bisha’s requesting! XD Basically reader is a healer and Pete’s BFF but for some reason they fight and stop talking to each other for some days, but Peter has to leave to a long mission and she gets all sad, until Wanda calls her telling her her that Magda fell down the swhentairs and broke her leg and begs for her help even though she knows reader isn’t talking to Pete, and she goes of, then Peter comes back and find out and tells her he doesn’t want to fight anymore cause he loves her? Pls? X3″ ~@Bishamonthegodessofsexiness

Warnings: Fighting, Swear Words

Pronouns: Female (I naturally write with female pronouns, but I try to change it up every once in a while. PLEASE feel free to request a version of this, or any previously written imagine with different pronouns. IT IS NO TROUBLE AT ALL, Also, if you have a request, feel free to make specific pronouns part of it.)

A/N: Hey! Guess who’s back! I really liked this request so I hope you enjoy my spin on it! Thanks for reading, love!

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Y/N couldn’t decide weather or not to answer the phone. Peter hadn’t spoken to her in weeks. Why should she answer his call? Why should she pay him any attention at all, when he suddenly couldn’t do the same for her. But, on the other hand, wouldn’t ignoring the call make her just as bad as him? He was on a mission. What if something went wrong? Regardless, the phone was on its fourth ring, so she needed to decide quickly. Reluctantly, she grabbed the receiver from her night stand.

“What do you want, Peter?”

“Y/N?”

The last thing she expected was the small voice that greeted her. She should have known. It was the number for the house phone.

“Wanda?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Peter said not to talk to you, but I didn’t know who else to call.”

Y/N felt her heart sink. Wanda was like a little sister to her. Why on earth would Peter tell her not to call?

“What’s wrong, Wanda? Can you hear me?”

Her voice was quiet and muffled over the line.
“My mom was in a hurry to get to work and she was going down the stairs and she slipped on the landing. She can’t put weight on her leg. I don’t even think she can stand up.”

Y/N bolted up from her bed and started fumbling to get her shoes on as quickly as possible. She grabbed the car keys from her dresser.

“Wanda, call 9-1-1. I’ll be at your house in five minutes, ok? Don’t let Magda move or try and get up.”

“Ok”, Wanda agreed obediently and the line went silent.

Y/N ran to her car, starting the engine and speeding all the way to the Maximoff house. Wanda opened the front door for her when she arrived and ran inside behind her.
Magda laid at the bottom of the stairs, taking deep breaths in and out. Her eyes were squeezed shut in pain. Y/N grabbed a pillow from the couch and propped her head up on it.

“Thank you, dear.”  She smiled gratefully at her.

“Of course.”

“There’ll be an ambulance here soon mom.” Wanda pushed the hair out of her mom’s face sweetly. Magda took her daughter’s hand and gently rubbed her thumb over it. Y/N exhaled and ran a hand though her hair.

“Hey, Wanda. Will you do me a favor? Go call your brother for me. You know his number, right?”

“Yeah…he’s on a mission. That’s why I called you.”

“I know, but he’ll at least want to know what happened . Just give it a try. If he doesn’t pick up, leave a voicemail.”

Wanda ran off to the house phone. Magda propped herself up on one elbow. Y/N steadied her carefully.
“Thank you, Y/N.” She smiled warmly, “I know you and Peter aren’t really speaking at the moment.”

Why? Y/N thought to herself, but she convinced herself no to ask.

Surprisingly enough, Peter picked up the phone. Before Wanda had even finished explaining the incident, Peter had started running home.

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The ambulance showed up shortly after Wanda called, as did Peter. He ran Wanda and Y/N to the hospital, still awkwardly avoiding conversation with Y/N. The silence was thick and heavy as they sat next to each other in the waiting room, watching Wanda play with some toys that the hospital had provided.

“Thanks.” Peter whispered. Y/N nodded slowly. There was another pause.

“Wanda and Magda said that you told them not to talk to me.” His face went white. Y/N tried to cover the hurt that dripped from the words. She’d always figured that Peter didn’t like her the way she liked him, but it was painful to think he wanted his whole family to avoid her. It was even more painful to think that he didn’t even want to talk to her, or be her friend.

“I..uh- Y/N I was just trying to…Jesus Christ-“

“Peter I understand if you don’t want to be my friend but you could’ve at least said something instead of just ignoring me-“

“It’s not…like that.” Peter buried his head in his hands and leaned his head back against the wall. Y/N could feel tears forming in the inner corners of her eyes. Peter rubbed his temple lightly with his thumb.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Y/N.”

Y/N glanced over at him, her eyes red and puffy. She stood and began to gather her things in her bag. She couldn’t believe he was being to cruel.

“Do what?” She spat back at him, trying to raise any defense she had left.

“I don’t think I can be around you anymore. I want to be your friend. More than anything, but I don’t think I can do it if that’s all it’s ever going to be because it’s killing me. It’s like I’m torturing myself.”

Y/N would’ve turned around and left, but she was snagged on just a few of those words.

“If that’s all it’s ever going to be?”

“What?”

“You said we can’t be friends if that’s all it’s ever going to be.”

Peter exhaled slowly, trying unsuccessfully to meet her eyes.

“Do you know how hard it is to love someone and see them everyday and make them smile and fall asleep with them and watch them be happy in ways that you can’t be? Do you know how much it hurt to have to cut myself off from that?”

Y/N had a million thoughts running through her head. She couldn’t focus on a single one.

“I left because I love you. And my stupid, goddamn feelings went and messed everything up and now, I can’t be around you without getting this damn hollow feeling in my chest and-“

His voice broke and all hope seemed to drain out of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought it would make things easier if we didn’t talk about it. It was selfish. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.

There was a long silence. To Peter, it felt as if it would last forever.

“You love me?”

Peter looked up at her, pain in his expression. Y/N held his face in her hand. Still staring into those warm eyes, she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. Peter swallowed and leaned forward, bringing his lips to hers. He felt like he was drowning in her. Y/N pulled him closer, trying to kiss away every last bit of remaining self doubt. The hollow in his chest dissolved as Peter’s hands went to her waist, right as Wanda cleared her throat passive aggressively. Peter pulled away, slowly. His lips lingered on hers and Y/N’s nose brushed his lightly. She glanced over at Wanda, who was giving a look of mock disapproval. Peter’s ears went bright red and Wanda couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Peter nuzzled his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck. Y/N rested her head on his and pressed a kiss to his hair. They were just beginning to nod off when a nurse turned the corner into the waiting room.

“Magda Maximoff?”

Y/N’s head shot up.

“Yes!”

Peter lifted his head from her shoulder sleepily.

The nurse smiled to herself, “We looked over everything with a fine tooth comb. She does have a small break in her ankle, and she pulled a few muscles, but other than that she’ll be ok.

The nurse handed Peter some paperwork and his eyes widened a little.

“She’ll be out in about thirty minutes, Ok?”

He nodded and hummed in response. His voice was still gravelly from sleep.

Thirty minutes later, Peter was driving an exhausted Maximoff family home in their old blue car.

Wanda looked at Peter in the rearview mirror.

“Y/N is a superhero, too, now.”

Y/N frowned.

“What? Why?”

“You saved my mom.”

Peter laughed and look back at her, “Yeah, Y/N.”

Y/N smirked and gave a short yawn.

“All in a day’s work.”

Not So Best Made Plans

Gen’s 8,000 follower writing challenge!

Originally posted by archieaddict

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x OFC Her

Rating: G

Warnings: Fluff,

Summary:  Prompt 77. “You know I’m ticklish”

A/N: Huge massive thank yous to @magellan-88 and @always-an-evans-addict I love you guys sooo much! my spelling is horrid and I love you guys so much! So thank you for beta in this! I am hoping this is funny and fluffy like I think it is?? Also this is Gen’s Writing Challenge for her 8,000 followers holy lord is that a massive number! @bucky-plums-barnes so congrats and hugs, also it is a smidgen over 2,000 words! Oops I am so sorry!! Hoping you all enjoy!!!!!!

 After such a long day that seemed to go on forever, all you could think was, “Thank god it’s finally the afternoon.” After having a quick snack and checking the time (2:03 pm), you sigh heavily. You still have an hour left before your husband Bucky comes home with Kyrian from daycare. Deciding not to sit on the couch to wait for them to come home, you decide to go upstairs to your master bedroom, which you realise after the fact that it is the most moronic thing you could do in your condition right now.

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Your Caretaker

gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,137

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: This was requested by @jonnyarcher: Imagine Pride brings you home after being at the hospital and he’s hovering and being generally overprotective? I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was miraculous that you were even alive.  Pride couldn’t believe it himself.  He promised himself while you were in surgery that he would never take another second with you for granted.  Not that he ever had, but time seemed more important now.

“It’s nice to finally bring ya home [Y/N],” Pride spoke as he glanced over at you.  He gave your hand a squeeze.  It was nice to see you out of that hospital gown and in your regular everyday clothes.  “But remember what the doctor said.  No strenuous activity for a few weeks.”

“I know I know,” you said, a grin displayed on your lips.  “It’s gonna be hard staying on the sidelines.  You know I love what we do.  It’s hard to sit by while-.”

“We almost lost you.  I almost lost you,” Pride interrupted as he parked the car.  “Ah know you’re still healin’.  You’re gonna do the best you can, and that’s all that matters.”  Pride leaned over, giving your lips a quick peck before he got out of the car.

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you’ve got stars in your eyes

i want you all to know that i love eren jaeger very much. happy late birthday my beautiful boy and happy season two to the rest of us!

special thanks, as always, to @baegerbombtastic, who reads my garbage whenever i send it, regardless of what we were talking about at the time, and thank you to @ereriere for telling me i’m not a failure for taking too many months to post this.

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Pairing: Eren/Levi
Verse: Let There Be Light (a prince au)
Rating: T (but E for last chapter)
Summary: Stillness hits the dancefloor with all the weight of a summer storm, ending just as suddenly as it had started, and the index and middle finger of the Queen Regent’s right hand are pressed to Eren’s throat, her left pressed to the crook of her own elbow, while Eren’s fingers are curled around her wrist. It’s a scene from a fable that Levi had never retained over his decade of royal service, though Isabel had told it to him more times than he’d asked. 

The Queen drops her arms when silence settles back over the ballroom, dropping into a curtsy modest enough for a Regent but deep enough to show gratitude—and the marble beneath Levi’s feet vibrates with applause. Nobles ten paces in front of him chatter back and forth in languages he doesn’t know, but some words are familiar, if only because of the context. 

Prince. Regent. Beautiful

Levi wants to agree, can feel the force of it climbing onto his tongue, scraping the insides of his cheeks.

When he looks back toward the center of the ballroom, he finds Eren’s eyes on him. 

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Pyromania (Sith!Obi-Wan x FemJedi!Ashley) - Part III

A/N: Thank you for the reblogs and likes so far on part one! I promise, we’re going to meeting our beloved Sith Lord, next chapter (IV)!  As always, please feel free to send me your thoughts and ideas on this fic! Happy reading! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in future posts for this fic!

Warnings/Triggers/Rating: None, yet. Tons of exposition here. Also, eventually this will reach M, but for now we can keep it wholesome.  

Tagged Lovelies: @persephone-laughs @beckwahtneys

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Originally posted by just-your-unconventional-fangirl

Naboo, 2:5, (23 BBY)

“The sun rose upon the city of Theed at approximately five hundred hours with no fog, signaling the start warm season. At least, this is what my research has told me. From what I’ve observed though, this sunrise always awakes the city with a slow crawl into motion. But- only once the sun comes up.  Granted, its pace was not as slow as some of the more rural places I’ve visited, but let’s just say, it moves about as quickly as a Hutt can slide across the floor when compared to the buzz of Coruscant.  Ah, Coruscant! You never sleep, and are teeming with constant motion. It has only been five months, yet, I feel homesick. I miss the planet, the excitement of urban life.  I’m unable to sleep because of this blasted lack of sound. I should’ve recorded one evening outside my window to play as I fall asleep…

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anonymous asked:

killervibe #46!!

(Sorry that it took me a while to get to this. If you send me a writing prompt and I don’t respond, rest assured I will get to it eventually)

46. Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”


The wrench slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Cisco rubbed his hands together briskly, trying to warm them up and get some feeling in his fingers, and then mentally cursed Central City for being a literal meat locker. It was almost April, for crying out loud. April meant flowers and baby birds, not hypothermia. As if the freak cold front weren’t enough, the STAR Labs furnace- Calvin, he’d nicknamed it -had finally given up the ghost. It was about zero degrees and his hands were too cold and stiff to fix anything. It was even more freezing down in the basement.

“Space heater,” he mumbled to himself, and headed for the stairs, hands deep in his coat pockets. He emerged in the empty Cortex- everyone had gone home, except for Caitlin, who was in her lab. The space heater was also noticeably absent. Caitlin must have taken it. Well, that just gave him an excuse to send her home. The amount of time she’d spent holed up working in her lab was crossing the border into concerning territory. Still hugging himself, he slogged over to Caitlin’s lab and pushed through the door without knocking.

He could see the top of her head over her office chair, which was facing away from him. “Hey Cait,” he called, loudly, so that she would hear him through her work fugue.

She glanced back at him with wide, startled eyes. “Cisco,” she said, her voice a few semitones higher than usual. 

She was hunched over her desk and she looked pale and tired. “You should go home,” he said. “It’s late and it’s cold.”

She didn’t move. “You should leave, too,” she said, turning her face away from him again.

“Yeah, but I’m the guy who’s gonna fix our archaic furnace. There’s no point in you freezing your butt off when you could be home in your nice, heated apartment. Which brings me to my request.” He darted around the side of her desk to face her. “Have you seen the-”

He stopped dead. Caitlin was curled up in her office chair in a STAR Labs sweatshirt that dwarfed her, two or three blankets piled on her lap, and- his breath hitched in his throat -her hair was white and her lips were blue. His brain caught up, filling in the details he’d failed to miss- everything on this side of her desk was covered in a thin layer of frost, including the apparently defunct space heater in the corner.

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