Summary: You, a muggle-born artist, have been hiding your feelings for Draco Malfoy for years now. Though, after an unplanned meeting in the astronomy tower things between the two of you start to change. Even more so after finding each other in the Room or Requirement.
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You stare out into the vast horizon from the astronomy tower. This was your favorite hideout during your free period. You much rather enjoyed the view when it was light outside. Sure you love astronomy class and looking up at the stars but this was just different. Better.
You pulled out your old, hard-cover, weather-beaten sketch book and began to draw the landscape before you. You made sure to grasp and add every detail to your drawing. You began shading in the sunset when you heard a voice behind you.
“What are you doing here?” He asked in a rotten tone and you already knew who it was.
“You don’t own the astronomy tower, Draco,” you say blandly while continuing your work.
“You know this is were I go in my spare time,” you hear him huff.
“I know,” you blush, hoping he doesn’t know that besides the view one of your favorite part of this spot is that it’s that it’s his spot too. Then again, how would he even know that, it’s not like you two are exactly close.
You hear him start to walk away and your heart sinks. Just once you’d like him to stay up here when you’re here. Maybe then, you too could become close. You’d had this battle with having a crush on Draco since first year. Now here you are, sixth year and the most interaction between you two is fighting over the astronomy tower.
“You know you can stay right?” You boldly say. You swallow hard when you hear him stop in his tracks.
You hear his footsteps begin again but this time coming back towards you.
He sits a few feet from you, “Just don’t expect me to talk to you.”
You just smile and shake your head continuing to look down at your sketch book. For a few minutes you two stay like this, you drawing, him (probably) thinking. You wonder what could be going on in his head, he seemed to be thinking pretty deeply.
You feel him inching towards you at a snail’s pace, from the corner of your eye you can see him watching you draw everything from here to the horizon. You hate yourself for the blush creeping up on your face, by the time he’s within a foot of you your face is bright red.
“Why are you blushing?” You look up at him and see he’s smiling, a genuine smile.
Because I’ve been hiding my massive crush on you for nearly six years.
“I just get embarrassed at people watching me work,” you shrug.
“Why?” He asks seeming genuinely interested. “You’re really good.”
“Thanks,” you’re blush gets even deeper.
You break eye contact and look back down at your sketchbook. The rest of the period is made up with you finishing your sketch and Draco watching intently. He’s completely mesmerized at how you can just see an image and recreate it perfectly on your page.
It’s Saturday and you aren’t needed nor expected anywhere, which is why Saturdays are your favorite days. You usually spent these days roaming around looking for inspiration for a new art piece. Which is exactly how you plan to start today.
You roam the school grounds aimlessly, constantly moving your head around to grasp every aspect of the school. You step into the one of the many courtyards and feel inspired to sketch it, until you realize you’ve already done that… Ten times…
You sigh and realize that after six years of constantly working in the same space it’s going to be hard to find a completely new area for your art. Just this year and the following before you can finally start travelling and finding more inspiration worldwide.
In your attempts to find a new spot you’re again not looking forward. causing you to slam right into someone.
“Hey, watch where- oh, hey Y/N,” you hear Draco’s voice quickly turn from intimidation to delight.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you ramble.
“Don’t worry about it,” he laughs at how cute he thinks you are when you ramble.
A blush creeps onto your face, “Well, I best be going.” As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and turns you back to face him.
“Hey, are you going to the Quidditch match today?” He inquires.
“Um I wasn’t really planning on it,” you scratch the back of your neck.
“Oh,” his face slightly falls. “Well, I’d like it if you went,” he says his cheeks turning slightly pink. “Even though you’d be rooting for Y/H and not Slytherin,” he looks at the ground.
“I mean I probably should go, it's sixth year and I haven’t gone to a single match,” you shrug and he looks at you dumbfounded.
“Not a single match? Well, you definitely have to go now,” he laughs and so do you.
“Well, I guess you can count on me being there,” you say before turning and walking away. You look over your shoulder, “And I guess I can root for Slytherin just this once,” you wink and quickly face forward as your face turns crimson red. A crazy amount of adrenaline must’ve been rushing through you for having the courage to wink at Draco Malfoy.
You take a seat in Y/H’s section for the Quidditch match, all your housemates do a double take when they see you arrive. Which were followed by ‘finally’, 'it’s about time’, 'I didn’t even know you knew how to get here’ and more sayings around those lines.
You don’t know to much about Quidditch, especially since you’re a muggle-born. Not that you know much about muggle sports either. Your friends have explained the game to you many times, you got the logistics but you just didn’t know why it was such a big deal. Maybe you’ll actually figure it out through watching a match.
Draco rose up into the air on his broomstick to prepare for the start of the game. On his way up he scanned the crowd for you and a smile creeps onto his face when he sees you sitting in Y/H’s section. He can tell you look slightly out of place in the stands and is glad to see you actually showed up. He keeps up the hope that you’re actually here for him.
He has been trying to convince himself since second year that he doesn’t have feelings for you. That he could never have feelings for a muggle-born. Except as he’s grown older through his school years he’s realized that muggle-borns aren’t that bad. He’s realized he was just told to think that way, not that he actually believed it.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the blow of the whistle signaling the beginning of the game. Slytherin immediately takes hold of the Quaffle and manages to score within the first minute. A chorus of boos and angered shouts comes from Y/H’s section. Draco looks over to see you remaining silent among your peers. He smiles, hoping you may be rooting for Slytherin…for him…silently. Even if you’re not, at least you aren’t booing.
Draco circles around the field, scanning for the snitch. He’d be lying to say that he wasn’t losing his interest in Quidditch, squinting into the distance searching for a flying ball of gold gets boring after awhile. Of course, he didn’t know if the sport itself was actually starting to bore him or the stress recently rested upon him was making him lose interest in the things he loves. Apparently stress can do that.
He sees a flicker of gold in the distance, shocked at how early on he’s spotted it he doesn’t fully believe he saw it. That is until he sees the seeker for Y/H dive in the direction of the flash of gold. He quickly follows and the two chase after the golden blur, neck and neck. Draco shoves the other seeker, causing him to spin off course and leaving Draco to be the only one in pursuit of the snitch.
He’s extremely close, he takes a hand off his broom and reaches towards the snitch. He feels cold metal on the pads of his fingers, he just needs to get a grip around it. Almost…
He’s nearly knocked off his broom as pain seers through his ribcage. He got hit with a bludger milliseconds before he could grab the snitch. He holds a hand over his ribcage and groans in pain. He rises back into the air to find he’s near Y/H’s section. He looks over at you and you mouth to him, 'Are you okay?’. He nods and manages to give you a faint smile as reassurance.
When he starts to move upward he hears many whispers, “Did Draco Malfoy the Draco Malfoy just smile?”, “Did he smile at you, Y/N?”, “Is there something going on between you two?”, and things of that nature.
He looks back in your direction to see your cheeks turning pink while multiple people start to question you. Though more importantly he sees a smile on your face at the thought of people thinking something is going on between the two of you.
Suddenly, his interest for Quidditch returns. Except rather than loving the sport, wanting to be the best, and move towards winning the House Championships, his goal and motivation to win comes from you. He wants to impress you, and suddenly he finds himself squinting at the field and scanning it as if his life depended on it.
Ten minutes pass with no sign of the snitch. Y/H is currently in the lead, sixty-twenty. Draco continues to scan the field, keeping an eye on the other seeker to see if they look to be in pursuit. He finds himself glancing over at you often as well, trying to make sure you aren’t growing bored. Good thing he’s doing this because it is when he shifts his eyes to you that he spots the snitch once again.
This time determined to get he speeds off in the directions of the flicker of gold. He soon gets close enough that the snitch is hardly a blur anymore. He stretches out his arm when he feels someone bump his side, not strong enough to knock him off his path though. It’s Y/H’s seeker, Draco gives them a menacing stare before turning his eyes back to the snitch. The two race around the field with their arms reaching towards the snitch, they’re neck and neck. Draco, determined to win, jerks his hand out so roughly he fears he might’ve dislocated his shoulder. It would be worth it though, he feels his hand close around the snitch.
He slows down and waves the snitch above his head, wearing a proud smile. The rest of the Slytherin team flies over to congratulate him. He hardly notices their presence as he starts to look for you, to see your reaction. His smile fell, you weren’t in the spot you had previously been in. You weren’t anywhere to be seen.
A look of disappointment washes over Draco’s face as he moves back to the ground. Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did you just not care enough to stay? Did you leave because Slytherin won? Was it foolish of him to think you were here for him? He was disappointed that he ever let that thought into his head.
The rest of the Slytherins were celebrating in their common room, but Draco was in no mood for a party. Though every time he tried to move towards the dorms one of his friends would pull him back to the center of the crowd.
“Dude, what up with you,” Blaise leans onto Draco. “You know you can’t vanish from a party after a win.”
He hadn’t been to the room of requirement in ages. If he was already disappointed with himself he might as well make it even worse by working on that cabinet.
“I actually have to go do something,” Draco mutters before peeling away from the crowd, this time being successful.
He begins the journey from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, left corridor. Constantly, he finds himself dodging behind corners at the sight or sound of a teacher. When he makes it to the entrance of the Room of Requirement unscathed he begins to pace and think deeply about what he needs.
I really need to work on this cabinet. If I don’t fix it in time I’ll probably get myself and my family killed. To work on this cabinet though I’m really going to need some privacy. No one else should be able to go in or out. I really just need to be alone, even though I’d rather be talking to Y/N, figuring out why she left the natch early… But I really need to go work on this cabinet in private.
He thinks to himself, allowing him access to the room. He steps inside and begins to make his way to the vanishing cabinet. He examines a feather from the last time when he used that cabinet on a small bird. He begins to realize it’s spending days on end staring at this cabinet that he truly begins to hate what he’s become. He knows he had no choice, it makes him hate all those who did. All who didn’t have people pressuring him to be evil. To kill or be killed. It makes him hate all those who had good people in his life.
He just wanted one good person in his life, he needed one good person in his life.
Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life?
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears a crash from somewhere in the room, faint whispering follows. Someone else is in here.
He draws his wand from his pocket, becoming extremely alert. He swallows hard, the last thing he needs is to be caught in here. He slowly moves towards the sound of the crash, pashing piles and piles of randomized objects. The faint whisper becomes a distinct mutter, a girl’s mutter.
He jumps out from behind the last pile of things before him and the unknown girl and raises his wand. However, he immediately lowers it at the sight before him.
“Y/N?” He questions putting his wand back in his pocket.
You look up at him and gulp. You are kneeling on the ground in front of a puddle of spilt paint to the side of a canvas. Your face turning a bright red to match the paint covering the floor.
“Draco,” you say wide-eyed. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he tuts.
“Well, I needed a canvas and some oils,” you shrug. “So, I went to the room that would supply me with my needs.
"Well, I needed privacy as in no one else being in here,” he says coming off more hostile than he wants to be towards you.
“Maybe you don’t know what you’re actually needs are,” you look down at the ground, saddened at his hostility towards you. Just when you were beginning to think he could actually like you, how silly.
He remembers what he was just thinking about. Where am I going to find a good person who wants to be in my life? “Maybe you’re right,”he admits.
You look up at him and try to suppress any thoughts of him needing you from your head. You look back down at your paint puddle and go back to cleaning.
“You know there’s this thing called magic,” he chuckles before pulling out his wand. After giving it a little flick all the paint moves back into the container.
You tut before letting out a muffled thanks and standing back up. A slight frown forms on your face as you dip your paintbrush into your now unspilt paint and get back to working on your canvas.
“I thought you’d be a little more thankful,” Draco raises an eyebrow.
“I don’t like to mix magic and art,” you huff.
“How come?” he presses on, sounding as though he genuinely cares.
You sigh, not sure if you’re completely comfortable about divulging your childhood to Draco, your muggle childhood. If you even wanted to dream about having a chance with him you figured it wouldn’t be best to remind him you’re muggle-born. However, he’s expecting an answer and you only have the truth.
“It just when I was younger I was told I had a gift when it came to art,” you sigh. “They said my art made my talent seem like magic,” you smile at the memories. “I guess I wanted to keep it all down to talent not literal magic,” you shrug,
“Oh,” is all he has to say. “Well, can I see what you’re painting?”
At that you freeze, brush in midair dripping paint onto the ground. You swallow hard and your face becomes a deeper red than Draco, or anyone has ever seen you as. You slowly turn your near paralyzed head to look at him wide-eyed, You do not even want to imagine Draco’s reaction to your current work, yet alone see or hear it in reality.
He chuckles, “I’ll take that as a no.” You slightly nod and turn back to your work. “If I can’t look at it can you at least tell me what it is?” Your face is burning at this point, it feels so hot you fear you may need to go down to the hospital wing.
He appears next to you and you nearly choke on the lump forming in your throat. You set your brush down and timidly turn your head to look at him. You get a side view of his head, slightly tilted with a flattered expression resting on his face.
“Is that me?” He smiles brightly and you swallow hard.
“Is that weird?” You timidly ask.
He turns his head to look down at you, a smile still plastered on his face. “Not at all.”
He looks back to examine the painting even deeper as you rock on your heels as an anxious tick. The painting is a site you captured in your head at the match. Draco with his hand outstretched towards a golden blur, you seeker right at his heels. You painted the world around them as a fuzzy haze to show they were moving at top speeds. In the background one could distinguish the field, goalposts, stadium full of students, as well as the other players flying about.
“Is this why you left the match early?”
“Yeah, I just got the idea and rushed here to go and paint it,” you shrug. Then, you fully process what he just said. “You noticed I left?” Your eyebrows knit together and you move your gaze to him.
“Of course,” he says looking at you. “I did it for you,” he states. “I woke up this morning and the last thing I wanted to do was go looking for a golden blur. Then, I remembered you said I could count on you being there and I knew I had to play.” You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, so Draco continues. “I was planning on inviting you to the after party as my date but you weren’t there,” he shrugs. He’s trying to play it cool but truly he heart is beating a mile a minute. He was not intended to profess his love for you but before he could stop himself the words were slipping from his mouth.
“Yeah, is it so weird for me to take the girl I’ve liked since second year to be my date?” There’s no going back now. It’s out, the secret is out. Draco Malfoy has feelings for Y/N Y/L/N.
He waits for you to say something, anything. He heart is racing and his cheeks are turning pink. He hopes you’ll say you feel the same but you just stay silent.
Your mouth hangs agape, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “You’ve liked me since second year?”
“Is that weird?” He timidly asks as you did previously.
“N-not at all,” you smile wider than ever, your face only turning slightly pink. “I mean I’ve liked you since first year.” You see his eyes light up at that, he looks as if this is exactly what he needs to hear.
You two stay silent for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Both of you wondering what to do next. His eyes slowly move down to your lips, linger for a second, then dart back to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He breathes out so quietly you barely hear.
You nod and try to suppress the butterflies in your stomach. He takes a step closer to you and lightly grips your elbows. He pulls you close and stares deep into your eyes. He starts to lean in as do you, both closing your eyes. His lips gently connect to yours. He softly moves his lips against yours, his hands moving down to your waist as yours get tangled in his hair. Neither of you pull away until you both are gasping for air.
“So did you win?” You giggle once you’ve caught your breath.
I like how in the “high-mythology” Norse texts, the stories about the gods, death is a fairly solid dividing line. It’s possible to speak to the dead if you’ve got magic, and some of the gods can walk between life and death–but they’re gods, they’re special. Generally, dead people stay where they’re put, and the dead walking around is your first sign that the very fabric of the universe is unraveling.
But, if you read the popular literature, like folktales and legendary histories, you’d think that the undead are something normal joes down here in Midgard have to deal with on an almost daily basis.
My absolute favorite thing in any story I’ve ever read is that in Erbyggjasaga, two dead men rise up from the grave and invade this dude’s house. This is a problem because they keep tracking dirt all over the floor and taking the best seats next to the fire. So the homeowner summons them to court and has them formally evicted.
That type of leader that doesn’t take shit from anyone, except his members because he can’t fight them all at once.
Gets to know and observes people for a long time before recruiting them
He’s very stressed lately as they are a relatively new gang and there are a lot of fights going on with others for territories.
He met you in one these fights when you tried to make a distraction for your gang. You were about to go upstairs to the roof when you bumped into him
“Who the hell are you?” he asked immediately taking his gun out and pointing it at you.
“The same goes for you. You’re not from my gang so I’m here to kill you.”
“Oh really.” he asked smacking the gun from your hand and getting them behind your back. “You chose the wrong member. You see I’m the boss and now I can use you as a hostage.”
Looks like an angel and he actually is but in reality he’s the one you should be afraid of the most.
Nobody has seen him kill anybody because his methods are too cruel to do them in public.
Apparently has some beef with EXO’s Sehun. No one dares ask him but it has something to do with Sehun mistaking him for somebody.
By accident you got involved in a weapon dealing incident with him and he has been planing on killing you ever since. You were good at hiding your tracks but he saw you one day in the city and decided to get rid of you just there in the street but then realized that this fight would probably end up in a blood bath so instead he approached you in secret.
“You have to keep quite and come with me, if you don’t want to die here.” he said pressing his gun to your back.
Nobody knows why he’s in the gang as he was never invited.
first noticed Jisoo he thought he’s a spy or something (as he appeared out of nowhere) and was about to kill him when he promised that he’s good at at least something
And he was, to everyone’s surprise Jisoo’s aim and accuracy is the best out of all of them that’s why he prefers snipers.
He was told to get rid of you silently but you noticed him at the last second and he missed the shot causing a massive panic in the street. You used this opportunity to escape which made Jisoo even more angry. He hasn’t missed a shot in a long time and was determined to get you for that. But whenever he thought he got you cornered he somehow managed to miss and after a while he started to enjoy this little game of yours and soon realized that he doesn’t even want to kill you anymore.
Pro at hand to hand combat.
Trains all the members and teaches them different fighting techniques just in case.
His training routine is no joke and everyone is practically dead after it.
He met you before he joined the gang. You were jogging at the same park every morning. As it was really early and not a lot of people were out it became like a habit for him to greet you before he ran past. Eventually he wanted to engage in not only small talk and find out more about you and he started slowing down every single day till he was running at the same pace as you.
“Finally decided to slow down?” you asked.
“Only for you.” he winked.
Experimented a lot and finally came up with his own method to make drugs.
They were incredibly popular and so he quickly went up the ranks and now whenever there is deal going on it has to go through him first.
His first idea was to make poison but he somehow made drugs so nowadays he likes mixing different ingredients to try to create a new deadly weapon.
You had the audacity to attempt to take his throne as the king of drug dealing. You were stubborn and despite a lot of orders to report what you’re doing, you made your way around and stole half of his clients. He had enough and thought that the easiest way to fix this problem would be to get rid of you. But he had no idea you thought the same thing and somehow got his whole warehouse blown up. He caught you outside.
“You little shit, now you will have to take responsibility and I’m not letting you go any time soon.”
Likes money. A lot. And doesn’t like sharing. At all.
Easiest way for him to get rich was cards that’s why he started gambling at a really young age and now is a pro at it and is amazing at bluffing.
Enjoys tricking his own gang members and actually gets the most money out of them.
Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants his money back but you keep denying his challenge. He usually shows up at the most random places just to ask you. You got into your car and almost spilled your coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.
“Wonwoo what the fuck?”
“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”
“Can you get over that already? Get the hell out of my car.”
“I guess I have to take some more drastic measures.” he said taking his gun out. “We’re going to my place.” [x]
Can smuggle anything in and out starting from stolen cars and ending with guns.
Doesn’t stay in the city for too long as he always has deals all around the country.
But when he comes back everyone is extremely happy to see him as he’s mostly chill and just being near him calms the others down.
He met you when he was away on a trip. You asked him for help when your car broke down and he fell in love at first sight. He stayed in the city for more than two months just to keep seeing you and you eventually became good friends when Seungcheol was done with him ignoring his orders and went to get him back himself. Well Mingyu obviously didn’t want to leave you but you didn’t want to go to another city either so he decided to be blunt.
“Y/N I don’t know how you feel about me but love you so I’m sorry but you have only two choices, you either go with me on your own free will or I take you by force.”
Somehow the ones who look the most innocent are the most dangerous in this gang. The same goes for Woozi. But he only uses violence when it’s necessary.
His specialty - torture. Favourite methods - teeth and fingernails pulling.
He charms his targets with his cute appearance and then gets every last bit of information they can muster.
You were unfortunate enough to be his target. You were screaming in pain for at least and hour, swearing that you don’t know anything when
came in and told him that they got the wrong person. He set his tools aside and stood in silence for a few minutes.
“Fuck!” he shouted shoving everything from the table. You just watched in horror not knowing what’s going to happen next. He turned around and untied you. He was ashamed of himself and couldn’t look you in the eyes.
“At least let me treat you your wounds.”
Is responsible for looking after the gang territories and making sure they don’t get taken over.
Usually doesn’t think twice when someone trespasses and just shoots them on the spot.
But still has incredibly good and friendly relationships with the residence of the areas he’s taking care of.
Trying to bypass through his territories was a big mistake. He noticed you’re not a local and decided to find out what you’re doing here.
“Hey you!” he called you over but you just looked at him and started running.
“What the heck?!” he thought as he started chasing you. You didn’t know the streets well and ended up in a dead end.
“I got you cornered. Now you’re going to tell me what you’re doing here or I will have to use violence.”
He’s great at annoying and pissing everybody off easily but it’s hard to catch him as he’s incredibly fast.
That’s why they send him when their is a need to infiltrate, spy or track anybody.
That doesn’t always work out as he likes to make either a grand entrance or exit and by doing that he attracts the attention of anybody nearby.
He was following you to get some information when he lost you. Suddenly he felt a knife press into his back.
“Why are you after me? Who hired you?”
He tried to take you by surprise by turning around and taking the knife out of your hands but he lost his balance and fell on top of you.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked.
“Well this is quite the unfortunate situation you got yourself in.” he smirked. “If you promise not to make a scene our meeting won’t take long.”
*Jun shows up out of nowhere*
One of the first members who joined and everybody is thankful for that every single day because they wouldn’t have got where they are without him.
The missions he plans have a 99% chance of success.
Failure is not an option for him so he makes detailed strategies for all type of possible scenarios.
What a surprise You showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time and ruined all his perfect planing. The members haven’t seen him this pissed in a long time when he grabbed you and almost dragged you to one of the rooms. He roughly pushed you inside and you almost tripped on your own legs but his gentleman side couldn’t let a lady fall in front of him even when he was angry so he caught you midair and watched how confused you became by the second.
“Sit.” he said pulling you up and pointing you to the chair. “We have to talk.” [x]
Knows anything and everything and the others should learn from him how to get verified information as fast as he gets.
Good with electronics that’s why he never goes anywhere without his trusted computer.
Despite some members protests he tends to sell the rarest info for big amounts of money to the other gangs.
He find out about you when he wanted to sell some info but the gang told him they already have what they need. Surprised that somebody besides him found it, he was determined to track you down. He was even more shocked when he saw that you’re a woman as there was not a lot of them in the industry.
“What? You think only men can do this type of work?”
“No but I find the women who do incredibly sexy.”
Despite being the youngest he knew about the mafia world the most.
His father had a gang and was killed during a deal so he asked
for help to someday avenge him.
Takes all advice given to him very seriously and tries his best to help.
Some trusted former members of his father gang were asked to take care of him so that’s why you followed him and also joined this gang. He found this annoying as he wanted to escape his past and always treated you harshly but when he noticed that you’re not around anymore he got kind of sad. But to his delight you came back after a few weeks after taking care of business.
“Missed me?” You smirked.
“Please don’t ever do that again.” he said, giving you a surprise hug.
A/N: I wonder if I should make a masterlist but I’m so lazyyy… Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
Aries Moon: Usually quite hyperactive, easy to rile up and their emotions are quite raw, either the first to fall asleep or they’re up till the next day suggesting a round two. They can be sort of unpredictable just as they would be sober, one minute they could be opening up, but the next they’ll get incredibly defensive and think that you’re going to judge them etc. Overall party animals but their childlike temperament can be a problem.
Taurus Moon: Pretty giggly and surprisingly ditzy, as if they’re on cloud 9. They talk about random shit and will take the time to tell you how much you mean to them in a perfectly honest way. If you’re drinking together, I promise you 97% of your inside jokes will be made then and there. They’ll really look after you if you need it and won’t judge you for anything you do in your drunken state. 10/10 would get drunk with (again).
Gemini Moon: They can be pretty mouthy but in a good way, they’re incredibly funny and will rip the piss out of you to your face for the laugh. Probably not the best at looking after drink friends but they try. They may get pretty thoughtful with like minded people but will also run around the place being the trickster.
Cancer Moon: Honestly takes the term “mom friend” to a whole new level. Their inner hoe shines when they’re drunk and they don’t give a shit but they’ll sober up as soon as someone is sick and needs help. Can make pretty stupid decisions as a result of deep seated insecurities but will eventually deal with it. They replace their walking with dancing too.
Leo Moon: Becomes the comedian of the evening even if they’re not usually very funny. They spend so much time when they’re sober laughing off their pain so when they’re drunk it comes down on them a lot harder meaning they could crumble should someone poke at their emotions. They’re very proud and HATE opening up when drunk, for this reason they often distract themselves when drunk with entertaining others.
Virgo Moon: Probably the most responsible drunk of the zodiac and by this I mean, they’d make sure to eat beforehand and they’d pace themselves etc but when drunk they tend to either party hard or sit and watch the world go by. They tend to be more outgoing and will be very chatty even with randomers! Other times though they will be the types that will sit, cloudy minded, watching and laughing at everyone else.
Libra Moon: Typically the “I love you” drunk but it isn’t always romantic or sexual. Their innate sense of compassion tends to become stronger and they are the type that will sit with someone who needs to (drunkingly) pour out their heart. They’re also social butterflies and will have fun with absolutely anybody. Not to mention they can be incrediblyyyyyyy flirty as if that wasn’t a given.
Scorpio Moon: This is the type of drinker that like their sign can be very enigmatic. They tend to be quite quiet and brooding but two minutes later they could be the soul of the party! This is because scorpio moons feel things so deeply that the alcohol - a natural depressant - will amplify those emotions, sometimes scorpio moon will brush them off and be incredibly fun but other times they need time to wallow, it’s natural and we all need it sometimes.
Sagittarius Moon: Loud af and can be in people’s face a lot. They’d probably be the type to do really dangerous drinking games or would be the one who decides to do something stupidly dangerous for fun. They don’t really do the whole emotional thing when drinking but when they do it’s A LOT of raw emotion and sometimes anger.
Capricorn Moon: These drunks are quite reserved until they get to their limit, once they pass it, they seem to lose all inhibitions. They can be very snide and suddenly their words are laced with venom so I would advise caution to those dealing with Capricorn moons when drunk. They can also be quite reckless but fun and surprisingly would be the person others look after rather than the other way around, they sober up pretty quick though.
Aquarius Moon: Surprisingly to most, these people are probably some of the most emotional drunks there are! This is because Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and Uranus. These people have a lot of chaotic emotions as it is but (when sober) Saturn keeps them locked away. When drunk, Saturn’s surface falls away and one minute this person will be partying hard and the next they may feel their walls crashing and burning.
Pisces Moon: Pisces Moon is in it’s element around alcohol as it is the sign of escapism, they must be careful and watch how much they drink. They usually become more outgoing and find it easier to be bluntly honest with others. These are generally the “happy go lucky” drunks but the slightest thing could potentially send them spiraling downwards so it is also important that they are with people they trust.
like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased
to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each
other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has
frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so
tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.
no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that
really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so
broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are
locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that
threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like,
only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes
every breath you take feel razor sharp.
Request: (by anon) pietro x reader + “Sit in my lap”
A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this! :P I’m sorry if this is weird or cringe-worthy! How do you do the whole sexy thing?
You had just won a tedious battle with your team, the Avengers. The
battle waged for hours and caused extensive damage to the surrounding
areas. Your bones ached, your muscles were sore, and you were covered in
cuts and bruises. It was definitely a battle for the history books.
such a battle, the team was starving and therefore thrilled when they
came across a small diner that was still functional. Somehow Tony had
convinced the owners to stay open and provide you all with some meals.
slumped into the diner and pushed a couple of unbroken tables together
before plopping down into their chairs for a much-needed rest. You
looked around at all the shattered glass and debris, trying to find an
extra chair. Somehow, every chair that wasn’t already in use was smashed
to bits. Just your luck!
You sighed heavily, not wanting to
be on your feet a second longer. Despite that, you just leaned against
the dusty counter, trying to shift your weight from one foot to the
“[Y/N], why don’t you sit down and join us?” Steve asked, slightly confused.
Your response was to pick up a busted bar stool to present as evidence.
“Oh.” Steve nodded. “Well here, take my seat.”
“No, you sit. You’re in worse shape than I am.” You dismissed him.
“Please, I insist.” You shook your head.
“Sit in my lap.” Pietro suggested, drawing all eyes towards him.
“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow.
had a habit of flirting with you, which usually you didn’t mind, but it
wasn’t something you were up to dealing with while you were this dog-tired.
“No funny business, I promise. Just a friend helping a friend out.” He assured you.
“No ulterior motive?” You seemed suspicious.
“Cross my heart.” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart.
You reluctantly hobbled over to where he sat and carefully sat down on his lap, wincing as your body wanted to give out.
“There. Now was that so bad?” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.
of the owners came by and took your orders, while the other one double
checked that the kitchen was still up to code. Miraculously, it seemed
as if the kitchen was the only part in the whole place that was
untouched by the battle.
You all silently rested as you
waited for your food. After eating for a little while, you all started
to regain some energy, lightening the mood a bit. You all began to talk
about the battle. The good, the bad, what you could’ve done differently.
Somehow you ended up geeking out over each other. 'Did you see Wanda do
this’ or 'how about when Thor did that?’ The more you spoke, the more
lively you all became.
Pietro excitedly recounted how he took out
thirty enemies in ten seconds, his new record. One thing to know about
the Sokovian was that when he got excited, he spoke with his hands. As
he spoke, you could feel his arms flailing behind your back, which made
you snicker. When he finished his story, he absentmindedly rested his
hand on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to increase slightly.
tried to ignore it, but his touch was ever-present. Because of his
super speed, he constantly radiated heat, which lead him to
unintentionally ease your pain and relax your muscles. But it wasn’t
just the temporary relief he caused that gave you comfort, it was just
being in close proximity to him. You liked him and you often flirted
back with him, but you were teammates so you never let yourself give in
to him. Teammates shouldn’t date, it would be a bad idea. Wouldn’t it?
slowly moved your opposite hand over to where his sat. He began to
apologize before stopping once he realized that you weren’t pushing it
away, but were instead holding it. Taking that as a hint that you were
in a flirty mood now, he took and wrapped his arms around your waist and
pulled you closer to him. You felt a hitch in your breath, which Piet
must’ve noticed because the moment that nobody was looking he began
peppering your shoulder and neck with sweet, soft kisses.
When the others looked in your direction next, they pretended not to notice as a blush crept up your neck.
know what,” you sighed, “I’m not really feeling well. So, I’m gonna go
rest in the Quinjet while you guys finish eating.”
weren’t fooling anyone, but nobody cared enough to call your bluff. So,
you slowly got to your feet and slightly limped to the door.
“Now that you mention it, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape,” Pietro added, “let me help you.”
You nodded and in a flash, he was over to you and was carrying you bridal style before racing off.
“You think that’s just a friend helping another friend out?” Natasha smirked.
“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve said to a cursing Tony.
Do you know why everyone keeps predicting that Lance is gonna die?
IIRC, Shada once made a joke of “Well, Lance dies at one point, so, that’s gonna be fun,” which I pretty much always took as some kind of space antics going down and Lance is not, in fact, going to pull a GoLion Shirogane. Because listen, there is no way in hell they’d drop a dramatic spoiler like that.
Second one: because, and I’m gonna be salty here, people love to watch Lance suffer. I can’t tell you how many people have described Lance on a downward spiral, getting more insecure and more hurt and not smiling or laughing any more when in actuality we’re seeing him growing, gaining confidence, hurdling things that would have emotionally absolutely sunk him before.
Lance is moving beyond the rivalry, and he was never the type to stew over his own issues- as early as s1e4 his response to feeling homesick was to talk to Coran about it and since then, he’s been more articulate and conversational about his feelings, and, those talks have ended well, even if they don’t resolve everything, because, they don’t have to.
The feeling I get is that segments of the fandom, more than they’re having trouble seeing Lance as a person growing in confidence and making positive strides, don’t want to. They don’t want to see him climbing higher and feeling better because for them, Lance’s essential role is to be the wounded, broken victim to be healed by Keith/Shiro/Lotor/somebody’s loving embrace.
Part of it is a perceptive bias in that Lance is very much a support role. He’s very naturally inclined to propping up others. I think that it really bothers me when Lance’s conversation with Keith is taken as just an exercise in insecurity, when it is actually, I think, a powerful statement of Lance’s values: “I don’t want to hold myself up as important at the expense of either you, Shiro, or Allura. I want you to be happy and I’m not afraid to take a back seat if that’s what it takes, because this isn’t a participation game and I’m not entitled to be Special Chosen Boy.”
And Lance is emotional! He’s someone with a lot of feelings, and very heartfelt. But that’s also Lance’s element. Water is something overwhelmingly thematically conflated with the realm of emotions, and for Lance, it’s something that ties him to Earth, and his home- Earth compared to most of the other planets in VLD has vast oceans, and the home Lance misses was right on the beach, on an island.
It creates this visual of Lance, with all of his positive, warm memories of home, as someone who was cradled and beloved by the ocean.
Saying Lance is going to fall prey to emotional turmoil and come apart at the seams is like saying a fish is going to drown. Lance is one of the most stable members of the team, that’s why he’s a leg. Even moving to Red, the main thing he’s done is work to help Keith navigate his own wild, turbulent emotions.
Because if you want to look at people who are prone to leaving their feelings to fester, that’s Keith and Shiro. Keith is the one who’s carrying deep-seated, old emotional wounds and a lot more raw nerves than he realizes, and Shiro’s the one who doesn’t take his own sound psychological advice.
Lance? Lance takes his own advice. When Lance has a bad feeling he finds someone and talks about it. S2e11 showed us that Lance’s audience doesn’t even have to be really good, they can be literally a dog, and Lance will have meaningful conversations with them as a surrogate.
Saying “oh, no, will Lance be able to deal with this emotional conflict?” is like saying “oh, no, will Hunk be able to lift this heavy thing?” Like. Yeah, there is a possibility they could be overwhelmed, but, they’re probably better suited to deal with it than almost anybody else on the team.
Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.
Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)
Word Count: 1,700+
A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)
I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT
“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.
“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.
“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.
“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.
“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa” Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.
Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.
Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.
“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.
Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.
“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car” opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.
Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.
Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.
Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.
Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.
So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?
Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.
Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.
Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.
Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.
C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx
Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.
“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.
“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.
“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.
“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.
“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.
“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.
“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?
“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.
“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.
“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.
“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.
“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.
“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.
“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.
“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.
“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.
Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.
Ficlet request: Hogwarts!AU -- Mari tries to ask Adrien out to the Yule ball via letter, but accidentally sends him a howler.
Let’s assume Marinette comes from a non-magical background and has no idea how to tell a Howler apart from normal stationery.
“You sent it to him, right?” Alya demanded as she and Marinette swept into the Great Hall for breakfast. “Because if you chickened out again…”
“I didn’t!” Marinette cried. She put a hand over her stomach, which had been twisted into knots since the night before. She’d be lucky if she had the appetite for a single croissant.
“And did you sign it?” Alya asked. Marinette had a history of forgetting to sign things: homework assignments, letters, the card on the yellow and black scarf she’d knitted Adrien for his birthday last term…
Marinette plopped down on the bench and stared glumly at the breakfast platter. “Yes, but even if I hadn’t, I sent it to him on red stationery so he should know it’s from me.”
Alya froze. “Red stationery?”
Marinette reached for a croissant. “Yeah, why?”
“ADRIEN,” a voice boomed through the Great Hall, making the both of them jump.
Marinette whipped around and gasped. Her nice red stationery hovered in front of Adrien—wide eyed, slack-jawed, and pale—and screamed at him.
“I WAS WONDERING, IF YOU DON’T HAVE A DATE TO THE YULE BALL… YOU PROBABLY DO, BUT LET’S SAY THAT THEORETICALLY YOU DON’T…”
“This isn’t happening,” Marinette whispered. “Please tell me this isn’t happening.”
Alya put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s happening.”
“WOULD YOU CONSIDER GOING TO THE YULE BALL WITH ME? LET ME KNOW.”
“Please tell me I forgot to sign it,” Marinette whimpered.
“LOVE, MARINETTE-DUPAIN CHENG.”
The Great Hall fell silent as the Howler shredded itself to little red bits that fluttered onto Adrien’s breakfast, spent and harmless. Then every single eye at the Slytherin table turned in Marinette’s direction. Chloe Bourgeois, seated at the other end of the table, pointed at Marinette and let out a shriek of laughter. Several titters and giggles followed.
Alya shook Marinette gently. “Hey. It’s not a big deal—”
Marinette jumped up and ran from the Great Hall.
An hour later, she lay curled up on a bed in the infirmary, faking period cramps so she could cry in peace. Of course by now the entire school must have heard of the morning’s incident, so the nurse may have just been taking pity on her. Still, she appreciated it.
A soft mew prompted Marinette to open her eyes. Standing with its front paws on the bed was the green-eyed black cat that had been following her around for the better part of the term. It carried an envelope in its mouth. “Bonjour Chat Noir,” Marinette whispered, rubbing him behind the ears.
Chat Noir dropped the envelope on the bed. Marinette frowned. It was addressed to her. She opened it with great caution, half-expecting it to be enchanted to laugh at her with Chloe’s voice, but what she found inside was a letter from Adrien.
I’d love to go to the Yule Ball with you. Meet me at the library later?
Marinette stared at the letter in disbelief. Then she looked at Chat Noir. “Did Adrien give you this?”
Chat Noir blinked at her and swept his tail across the floor.
Marinette let out a tearful laugh and scooped him into her arms. “He said yes,” she whispered, burying her face in Chat Noir’s fur. He purred and butted his head against hers, then squirmed out of her grasp and hopped off the bed.
Marinette watched him sneak past the nurse and out the infirmary door, wondering whose cat he was.
Because as far as she knew, Adrien had come to Hogwarts with an owl.
When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.
“Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.
Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.
You shook your head. “I can’t.”
“It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”
You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.
“God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.
“I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.
He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”
You nodded. “Okay, deal.”
He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.
“Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”
You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”
“It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.
You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.
“Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”
You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.
“I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”
“You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.
You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”
Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”
“You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”
Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.
“Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”
Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”
Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”
You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.
Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.
You laughed. “What are you doing?”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”
A/N: so this is the first time i’ve written in like two (maybe three) weeks..? and i rlly liked this and i felt rlly good while i was writing it,, and then i saw how short it was and literally cried bc i can’t seem to fucking write anything… well anyways i’m rlly sorry that it’s so short
word count: 420
You’ve been rushing around your house trying to clean and make dinner, just to make things a little easier for Draco. You know he’s been under a great deal of stress at the ministry lately and you just want to take a bit of his load off. You sit down for a moment, only to hear the cruddy knob on your front door jiggling. Your husband enters. “Smells good, Y/N!” He takes a seat next to you and smiles, pulling you into him and kissing your cheek. “Hey, sweetheart.”
You yawn slightly and place yourself in his lap. “Hi.” You grin and kiss his nose. “How was your day?”
He leans his head back and wraps his arms around you. “Long. Happy to be home with you.” He proceeds to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “Hey, is this..? Is this my old quidditch shirt?”
You glance down at the top you’re wearing. “Oh. Yeah, I was cleaning out some old boxes and-”
“Stand up,” He smirks. “Let’s have a look.”
You’re grinning now as you hop off his lap. You smooth the shirt down over your body, placing your hands on your hips. Draco smiles and you feel your heart flutter. Even after all these years, he still gives you butterflies with every look your way.
“Well, I have to say, Y/N,” He leans forward a bit and licks his lips. “you look much better in this than I ever did.”
You bite your lip, trying not to blush. “I beg to differ.”
He chuckles, “Of course you do.” He places his elbows on his knees, then his chin in his hands. “Give me a spin, won’t you, darling?”
You’re laughing now. “You are so cheeky!”
He merely shrugs and continues to gawk at you. “You’re my wife! I’m allowed to stare!” That’s when he grabs you. He hooks his arm around your waist and jerks you back into him. “Besides, it’s my shirt you’re modeling,” He purrs in your ear.
Suddenly, his fingers are digging into your sides, making you jolt away from him, giggling. “Dr-Draco- Don’t!” However, he’s on top of you now, tickling you senseless. “Please! Pl-please!! I c-can’t- breathe!!!” You scream, pounding your fists against his chest.
He finally lets up. “Okay, okay,” He sighs. “You’re lucky I love you.” He pecks your lips.
You smile against his mouth. “Sweetheart,” You mutter. He gives you a confused pout, to which you reply, “I think dinner is burning.”
Was a CEO of a large company when he decided to make some more money and started getting involved in shady business
One of the most chill leaders in the industry
But his easygoing personality is also one of his scariest traits as he doesn’t give a shit about killing and never thinks twice
That’s what gets him in trouble most of the time as he somehow always end up killing the wrong person
He’s so good at his job that no one even suspects that this CEO is also a mafia boss
You were the president of a rival company and had beef with him since before he even started his gang. He always wanted to persuade you to sell your company to him but you were too stubborn, so he thought that now he has a lot of skillful members maybe he could threaten you. One day he barged into your office.
“What the heck? Do you even know what knocking means?”
“Just shut up and listen to me. I’m going to give you one last chance to sell me your company and well if you don’t comply things will become ugly.”
“Kim fucking Namjoon, did you just threaten me?” you asked him pulling your gun out from under the table. “Because if you did, I swear to god…”
He didn’t plan for this turn of events and as much as he was surprised he couldn’t keep his laughter in.
“Woah, woah, Y/N. We have been friends for a long time now, haven’t we? Maybe I should have taken a different approach. How about you and me start this over by getting to know each other better?”
Can sweet talk people to do anything
That’s why he’s the best at making new allies and ties, bribing officials
Everyone tends to trust him quickly and he uses this for his advantage
Doesn’t like getting his hands dirty and would rather talk his way out if possible
But when it’s not, that’s still okay with him as he can handle various kinds of weapons just as well as his tongue
You caught wind of the fact that your boss is helping the mafia in exchange for many and wanted to report him. Unfortunately Jimin got to you first. He was leaning against your car waiting for you. Before you had time to react he got your car keys and pushed you inside securing you in your seat.
“So a little bird told me that you were about to make a very stupid decision.” he told you taking out his knife and tracing the lines of your collarbone.
“I prefer not to make a mess so how about we make a deal as well?”
“I don’t need your filthy money.”
“Oh how brave! I guess I should offer you something else instead then.” he said starting the car and taking off with you in it.
A lot of people think he’s too clumsy for this job as he tends to screw up before he even starts
But if it’s his lucky day he’s the 2nd most deadly man in the gang
His specialty - explosives
He likes to make a big entrance and for it to be really grand he makes all of the bomb and stuff himself
Enjoys the view of severed limbs spattering around, this feeling helps him realize just how amazing he his at what he does and how fascinating, strong and big his explosions are
He wanted to blow you up so bad but when you despite the short amount of time managed to catch and throw back one of his grenades he decided to have you no matter what.
“Hey, that’s not very nice!! I could have gotten hurt.” he shouted.
“Are you being serious right now?”
“I always am. You see I got you right where I wanted to. Look around.” you looked down and saw that somehow you managed to get into his mine field.
“I like you and wouldn’t rather press this button so you have two choices, either I watch you go boom or you come with me.” he smirked.
Was the vice president of the company, so is now stuck with almost the same amount of work
He takes care of the companies legal stuff and makes sure the gangs illegal one doesn’t catch anyones’ attention
He’s so done with this job and would rather go on some missions to blow off some steam
But he’s only taken on them when it’s really necessary or when there’s not enough people
And that’s a shame as he’s crazy good with guns, especially long range ones, as he has been practicing every day
You made a contract with their company but somehow a they lost a hefty amount of money. Knowing that this was not a simple coincidence he decided to have a meeting with you.
“I think we have to discuss some things.” he stated.
“What do you want? I don’t have your money.”
“I never even said anything about money.” he smirked and then you understood that you told him too much before it even began. Hoseok stood up and went to your chair. He took your chin in his hands made you look at him.
“You know all of this shit makes me really tired and irritated and I wouldn’t want to take out my frustrations on you, so you better give me back all the money till evening or we will have to have a few more meetings just like this.”
He’s an assassin but doesn’t like calling his job that and would rather say that he takes care of business
Sharp, precise, quick, silent, deadly
Can’t think straight when he’s tired and even managed to miss some targets (only to get them later) when he feel asleep waiting for them
Practices with Hoseok every single day but only because he’s the one who’s asking
Sometimes likes to go “hunting” at nights and you should pray that you never meet him on days like that
You searched for him because you knew he would be the only one to take your request. He looked at you from the bottom up.
“Aren’t you too young to be asking things like that?”
“You sure? You’re really short.” he laughed.
“I didn’t come here to be made fun of. So will you do it? Will you kill my father?” you asked. This time he looked at you with serious eyes.
“Okay but you can keep the change.” he said handing you back all the money you gave him. You quickly turned around to catch him just before he disappeared into the darkness.
“Because you asked me nicely and also because I hope to see you again someday.” [x]
He doesn’t have a particular job in the group as he’s mostly here to make sure that the members don’t make too much trouble for themselves and other gangs
Knew Namjoon since high school and was asked to come help
The gang would most likely fall apart without him as their chill leader tends to forget his duties more often than not
He’s a skilled medic and that’s a very big advantage for the gang as they don’t have to go through the hassle of explaining what happened in the hospitals
As much as he can save you from the verge of death, medical equipment in his hands can also turn into very dangerous tools as he can kill you slowly and painfully with the poisons he makes
You were part of the gang and trained under him to treat the injured.
“I see you’re getting pretty good at this.”
“That’s because you’re the one teaching me.”
“How about I show you one more of my tricks.” he said taking you over to the medical cabinet and taking all kind of drugs out.
“Oh, I know what you’re trying to do but I’m already more than experienced in making poison.” you smirked.
“Is that so? Maybe we should start some private lessons so you could teach me your way.”
Smug and sassy 24/7
Everyone who meets him for the first time want to punch him in the face
And a lot of people try to do that but he has great, quick reflexes and easily evades them
Started from simple piracy but now can literally hack into anything but usually brags about it too soon and gets caught
That’s how he got recruited, he was about to go to jail when Namjoon noticed his talent and bailed him out
You two had a bit of a show down in cyber space and so after that he decided to track you down. He found you in a coffee shop on the other side of town. He walked in and sat down opposite you.
“And who might you be?” you looked up from your computer screen. He caught your gaze and smirked.
“Jungkook?!” you almost spat your drink. “How did you find me? I hid my location.”
“Did you really think that silly protection of yours could stop me? But I’m not here for that. I’m here for you.”
A/N: Ahh I finally did it!! 😃 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😊
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You agree to help Sirius study for his OWL’s, however what you failed to realise that tutoring the marauder was like babysitting. After various failed attempts, you finally find a way to keep Sirius somewhat focused and, interested. A/N: NSFW ! ! !
can you maybe write something about richie and eddie's first kiss where edddie takes richie's glasses off right before? im dying of feels for these boys who'd get so nervous around each other
He wanted to kiss him.
Hi, i hope this is okay! Sorry for any mistakes.
During summer Sunday afternoons, the Derry theater was the place to be. For most days, all the losers would come running into the dark building to escape the outside heat, and find their seats where they’d take up half the row and kick their feet up.
The Derry Theater always had a summer deal, or ‘steal’ as Richie liked to call it. They’d play classic hits for 3.00 per ticket, and snacks would be down a dollar.
“We should see E.T.,” Mike suggests.
Richie argued back, “No way! Gremlins is the way to go.”
“We saw that two weeks ago, Richie.”
It would usually take about 15 minutes before everyone either gave up or finally all decided on one film they could agree on.
“Tell anyone and I’ll murder you and sell your body
parts for money.” 3.
“How long have you been standing there?”
Warnings: swearing, that’s all. Just lots of floof
Word Count: 1901
When you heard the team heading off on the latest big operation,
you were too exhausted to see them off. There was no way you were dragging your
ass out to say hello or goodbye. You’d been out for nearly two months on an
undercover op that had ended poorly and the only thing on your mind when you’d
slipped home at 1:30 am that same morning had been sleep.
On the flight home you’d forced yourself to stay awake and write
up your mission report and check the docket for the upcoming work. You couldn’t
be more grateful for the week off, even if you were a little disappointed that
the rest of the team was going to be gone for the first three days on assignment.
You missed them. Undercover work was lonely work. It left you feeling grimy and
worn. You missed Sam’s teasing wit; you missed Steve’s rich laugh, and Clint’s
relentless pranks. You missed Tony’s clever jabs and Nat’s knowing smiles.
Most of all you missed Bucky. You missed the comfortable way that
silence with him wrapped around you like a heavy comfortable blanket. You
missed how he knew what you needed even if you didn’t ask, bringing you shitty
cup-o-noodles in your room after a rough mission or a long day. You even missed
how he and Sam bickered and taunted each other, Sam usurping the washer in the
middle of Bucky’s laundry day, or Bucky dropping loads of Lua’s fur into the
dryer after brushing her in retaliation.
12x10 coda based on Sam saying that Dean and Cas were ignoring each other in the kitchen every morning
Castiel wakes up alone. He rolls over in bed and sighs loudly as he runs a hand through his hair. He feels groggy and uncomfortable, just like he always does after he sleeps. It’s not natural for his body to rest, and even just a few hours of sleep makes his grace buzz beneath the surface of his skin like it’s been de-charged for too long. Still, he sleeps most nights.
Dean is in the kitchen hunched over his phone and furiously drinking a mug of coffee when Cas stumbles in several minutes later. He looks up from his phone just long enough to make eye contact before casting downward once again. It’s deliberate. Acknowledging Castiel’s presence to demonstrate that he’s purposely ignoring him. It’s something Castiel never would’ve recognized a few years ago.
“Hey, Cas,” Sam greets a little somberly as he goes straight to the coffee pot. “Sleep OK?”
Dean clears his throat.
“Fine, thank you,” Cas answers gruffly.
Sam turns dramatically toward his brother. “How ‘bout you, Dean? Did you sleep OK?” he asks too loudly, obviously annoyed.
Dean grunts his response.
Sam and Cas share a look.
While Sam goes on a grocery run later that morning, Cas and Dean sit silently in the library together. Dean is on his laptop, and Cas is sitting directly across from him reading a book that might have pertinent information regarding cosmic deals.
“More coffee?” Dean asks as he picks up his own mug.
“Mm,” Cas responds without looking up from his book.
Dean takes it as a yes and grabs Cas’ empty mug.
When he comes back two minutes later and sets Cas’ mug down, he briefly squeezes his shoulder before returning to his seat. Cas stupidly lifts his head and strains his neck up in anticipation of something that never comes.