you can see the accent in his lips in the last one

Pleasing you

Synopsis: Stolen from Earth when you were only a teenager, what is left of your life consists of training to become an obedient pleasure slave on Sakaar… that is, until the Grandmaster, your slave driver, decides to gift you to King Loki, who seeks to visit to observe one of the Grandmaster’s infamous gladiator fights. Now, you belong to him, obliged to fulfil his every need. A truly tempting opportunity, is it not? After all—who is the God of Mischief to miss out on all the fun that comes with being king of Asgard?

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 6725
Warnings: (sexual)
submission, kidnapping, (sexual) slavery, imprisonment, mentions of abuse, dub-con, smut

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Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.

Prompt: 

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

or

Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One


Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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Hey guys! I’ve told you before that I’m a writer so this is a hella long post because it’s track-by-track. Unapologetically so. Hope you guys enjoy x 

TRACK 1: “… READY FOR IT?

 This song is a battlecry. The thumping bass brings to mind the heavy thud of wolves paws as they race towards their prey, seeking the trail left by a girl who used to leave her heart open and on her sleeve, ready to be snatched at any moment in a snap of their jaws. But no more. From the moment she clears her throat, we learn this battle will be on Taylor’s terms. It is her fight to win.

This is the first love song she’s released and had complete artistic ownership of in three years. It is no coincidence then that there’s reference to the tortured passions of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. They were a couple hopelessly and dangerously in love with many scars carved on their hearts by the other’s knife. This reference is a throwaway to the long list of ex lovers the girl who bathes in diamonds has had but also a reference to the flickers of hope Taylor feels for longevity no matter what with Joe. Their road may be complicated at times but they will get  there because the game is hers. The constant question of ready for it and in response baby let the games begin is so obviously a call of warning to Joe for what lies ahead but perhaps more subtly it is the call of Taylor’s inner voices and heart to her razor sharp self awareness. Is she ready for the games to begin? Is she ready to open her heart and give Joe a chance to be a better man?

TRACK 2: “END GAME” ft. Ed Sheeran & Future:

This song starts off with Taylor’s declaration that she wants to find a forever. It sounds sincere, gentle, wearied, the tone of the too often heartbroken. But then it shifts, it’s like the rose coloured glasses have come off and she’s reminded of her reputation. Then it’s all tongue in cheek sarcastic satire to keep the smile in place so that we don’t see how much it hurts. She has to weigh up every interaction in the context of her reputation. The addition of Ed & Future speaks volumes; one is a time trusted friend who has finally found a bright love of his own but that was not without heartbreak and the other gives her an edgier attitude that makes her self awareness all the more powerful.

There has been a further loss of innocence in this sharpening of her self awareness, gone are the wistful days of “say you’ll remember me”, that’s all I want. Now it’s all “I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex love you don’t wanna see.” She can see the fall right from the start but this time she opts out and says unless I’m your end game… because I don’t want to pick up any more pieces of my broken heart.

Also: Shoutout to Ed for his Cherry inspired verse. It made me feel many emotions too. SWEERAN THRIVES.

TRACK 3: “I DID SOMETHING BAD.”

The girl with the long list of ex lovers is back. However with the casually explicit twist, this narrative seems layered with perceptions and recognition of self-worth, “If a man talks shit, I owe him nothing.” This is drip-feeding the media exactly what they want, she’s stoking the fire herself. But in feeding the fire herself, she’s sending the burning embers back at them. Did you really think the girl who you used as an international rod for slut shaming would stay quiet forever? Nope. She doesn’t care if you burn her like a witch at the stake because she’s already done it. She’s burnt away all of the misplaced guilt and is now revelling in how good they felt in the moment. In fact, watch out she’s blazing with all the fire of a phoenix reborn and you might just get turned to ash.

TRACK 4: “DON’T BLAME ME.”

This & “I Did Something Bad” sound like sister tracks. The girl who jetsets around the world collecting men isn’t quite finished with her tale yet. She reminds us that defining her relationships by their headlines and paparazzi shots is a foolish move because those things are  one-dimensional. Taylor believes in love and this is her way of reminding us that there was love in every escapade of her heart up until now, at least at some point. She’s talking about the heady rushes head spinning intoxication of first glances and hands on skin and it doesn’t matter what the media says about the way she handles relationships because they forget love and that makes you crazy. Maybe in their minds the drug she refers to is not a singular identity but a collective “baby” and to them love will always be something she “uses”. But the heart wants what it wants and Taylor knows that so it doesn’t really matter.

TRACK 5: “DELICATE.”

This is the kind of song that happens when you cut the cord that is the boy crazy perception of yourself. You step back into the shadows and disappear so that they can’t find you. You close your heart, lock your doors and rebuild. And then he shows up. This is a cautionary songpp because Taylor can obviously feel sparks but… she’s just started to rebuild and if they find out the wolf hunt begins again. With delicate disbelieving vocals, we see Taylor start to realise that he can’t possibly want to gain anything from her reputation because it’s so bad… The wheels turn in her head. I imagine the realisation, “Wait so he must like me for me?” With the beat drop comes hope. Details are slowly given and then he stays. He doesn’t run so Taylor gives him pieces of herself; confessions thoughts and then her brain catches up with her mouth and the wheels come to a grinding halt: Her inner monologue screams it was too much too fast. We’ve all been there. It’s too delicate. No going back now. It’ll break and I’ll be left alone. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who doesn’t walk away, one day too.

TRACK 6: “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”

The world tore a girl to shreds, made her play the fool on tilted stages. She retreated and rebuilt. Now the fool is dead. From here on out, she only trusts her army. With high heeled boots, red lips and words as sharp as daggers, she’s cutting herself a path. She is taking no prisoners and she’s accompanied by a savage snake because she and her army will always be better at the game. When she’s finished hunting down your asses, she’ll sit back on her throne with a high pitched giggle and say, “oh look what you made me do.”

TRACK 7:  “SO IT GOES…”

When people are watching, you have to be careful. Cover your tracks. Taylor doesn’t leave her heart open or on display anymore. But then they leave. The door shuts. You lock it with a key and the crashing chemistry you’ve been trying to deny slams into your ribs, knocking the breath out of you. It’s stolen kisses, careless touches, reckless chasing of the high. Body language is a fluency all its own. But a quick reminder before you unlock the door and venture out again; wash the lipstick off your face. *clears throat* you got a little caught up in the moment and you don’t want to blow your cover!

TRACK 8: “GORGEOUS.”

 The childish proclamation of the title to begin this next glimpse into Reputation  is hinting at the satirical inner monologue that this song is , reminiscent of the times you write your crush’s  last name instead of your own to see how it fits. It’s all giggles and late night phone calls, the kind Taylor most likely had with Abigail where they talked real slow because it was late and their mamas didn’t know (: However, it could also serve as a projection of the runaway daydream that fills Taylor’s mind from that very first night when she stumbles home alone to her cats, of what a possible future might look like (with kids one day) The lazy liquor loosened rhythms of Taylor’s thoughts tell us things she hasn’t admitted fully yet but will soon on nights at 4am staring at her reflection  in the bathroom mirror, telling herself the bravest thing she ever did was run - that this gorgeous  swoonworthy British boy with his careless touches and drawling accent has awakened the possibility of something better. This realisation rattles Taylor as she contemplates the gaps in her current relationship. *cue wistful sighs of frustration and enchantment, set to the dialogue of every teenage movie where the girl thinks the boy is just too good looking, how unfair is that?

TRACK 9: “GETAWAY CAR.”

The thing about any movie that has a getaway car scene is that they inevitably crash…. And that’s exactly what happens here. Except, the carnage is human hearts. She was running. There was a person she crashed into. It gets all blurred and tangled, she thinks she’s free but the thing about those movies is that the thing you ran from in the getaway car catches up to you particularly if there’s a track you can follow. Oceans of distance weren’t enough, darling. You needed to disappear. And I think she realises that  but she tries to pretend innocence and will the sunset closer. Unfortunately  the only real  way to untangle yourself is to disappear crying in the back of a getaway car in the dead of night. Without a word. That must have hurt a lot.

TRACK 10: “KING OF MY HEART.”

This song happens in tandem with Delicate. She’d sworn off love. Joe turned up. The British boy with the heart of gold who made his American queen believe. He made behind closed doors a paradise of rooftop nights. Before she knows it, he is every love story Taylor has ever daydreamed of. The line “is this the end to all the endings” made my heart swell because it’s clear Taylor hopes he’s the one. Please let there be no more heartbreak.

TRACK 11: “DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED.”

Dancing is supposed to be a joyous thing and maybe it was in the beginning. You can reassure with every beat. Sometimes your gut instinct shouldn’t be ignored though  because it does raise red flags. The door only needs to be fractionally ajar for the hunters to find a way in and set your paradise aflame. It sometimes doesn’t matter how much you dance to escape the flames, they will catch you. You will get tired. Dancing is a bliss that is euphoria swimmimg through your veins if the beat enters your bloodstream in the right moment; you feel like you could live forever. And in the end no matter how much it might hurt to walk away again, you would still dance for just another kick of that rush.

TRACK 12: “DRESS.”

Taylor’s caught up in the chemical rush. Every syllable drips with lust and the glory of the high when your hearts crash into each other, slamming the breath from between your ribs. It’s hands in hair and I don’t care what they think. It’s seeing the worst (hi bleachella) and still wanting. It’s realising you made mistakes before this and why didn’t you just do this from the beginning because it feels so good now you can’t ever have imagined wanting anything else. But every mistake is a marker in the roadmap and you woke up just in time to find where you needed to be.

TRACK 13: “THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.”

I think everyone’s been in this situation, right? Someone burns you and it hurts but in the fun of a party, you click and connect again and it all starts to feel like water under the bridge. Maybe there was over-reacting happening. You throw them a second chance. Redemption. You’re the nice girl and you make excuses. But then they do it again, maybe it takes a couple of things and suddenly it’s too much. You lock the gate for your own safety. But they still expect you not to care. To flash a smile and forgive. I’m sorry. That’s not happening. You get hurt when I push back. I guess I should forgive you because we both threw stones. But… that would require me to mean it. Whoops, *laughs manaically* I can’t even say it with a straight face!!!

PS: It’s not too obvious I have personal experience with this song is it? Thanks KS x.

TRACK 14: “CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.”

This song is difficult for me to process because I never thought it would actually happen. I seem to remember somewhere along the way, a couple of years back, Taylor expressing frustration that she couldn’t seem to write happy songs about being in love like Ed Sheeran could. Well, I wish you could go back Taylor and tell yourself what you know now.

This song is a three minute ode to happy love. It’s smiles so wide you might split your face in half at the thought of that person. It’s blushing and shy giggles and bursts of song and twirls and all caps texts from your girls as they collectively lose their minds over how happy you are. This is every love story and fairytale Taylor has ever wanted but the wolves are always waiting, not so easy to outrun. 

Taylor says it herself in the  opening lines. She was done. The castle had crumbled. The bricks left bruises blooming on her exposed skin. People were tearing her down and she was hurting. Her heart had been shattered but so had her soul, again and again, relentlessly. And then she retreated, went silent and rebuilt. What she didn’t count on was love. A man who saw all the bruises and broken pieces and said it’s OK, I can still find the real you under all that. Taylor like so many of us looked in the mirror and saw all the danger for herself and for Joe, tried to push him away, keep him safe. That’s a very noble action but breaking your own heart so it doesn’t hurt as much when you feel like the other shoe is going to drop requires apathy from the other person. And Joe, god bless you, you didn’t let her push you away. You broke down her walls and showed you that starlight love does still exist. You loved her for Taylor. The person. You got her to give love a chance when she swore never again so thank you so much for that. I can’t really express how much that means to all of us. 

 This is an anthem of hope for every person who has ever been broken and is in the process of putting pieces back together. It can be done. We will find love. We will be radiantly happy again. We will be the strongest we’ve ever been. 

PS: *leans over to whisper in Taylor’s ear*

I think you’re finally clean…

TRACK 15: “NEW YEARS DAY.”

Piano on the final track… This is an ode of pure hope and happiness, a fitting final chapter to a remarkable story. Everyone wants the glory of the midnights and the lover who will be in their bloodstream like the party. But what we all hope for is someone who stays long enough to help us clean up the bottles on New Years Day. Someone who makes us feel like the messy unfiltered parts look like a highlight reel. Good times and bad times and all in between. They won’t leave. You found him. Forever.

This album is fucking brilliant Taylor. I love you. Proud x.

@taylorswift @taylornation @brian-mansfield

Cherry Red (Jasper Hale)

Pairing: Jasper Hale/Shy!Reader
Words: 1260
Warning(s): None
A/N: Im sorry i didn’t pay attention to your request, I know you asked for an imagine but i didn’t see that part and started writing out a one-shot,,, I also went waaay off of the request i a m soooo sorry
Request:  Could you do an imagine where the reader is the very shy human mate of Jasper Hale? Please and thank you. :)


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ahumanlady  asked:

Hey! This is such a helpful account! :) do you have: A)a new heart wrenching angst? B) pining Viktor? C) college au? I've read most of the ones on your lists...whoops.

I LOVE COLLEGE AUs OMG thank you for this request! (For @ahumanlady: you can find all my angst fic rec lists here!)

Originally posted by nikforovs


College AU


centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

Perfect harmony by BlessTheBeast, Teen, 3.9k
Phichit drags Yuuri along to a party, where Yuuri promptly gets shitfaced and enthusiastically seduces Viktor, then dies of embarrassment, which seems to be inevitable in any universe these two idiots end up in. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 2.4k
“Are you a beginner?” Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian. “Sure!” OMG SO CUTE

Essays and Endearments by kaizuka, Teen, 13k
A guide to romance by Katsuki Yuuri: pine after your nameless classmate for almost the entirety of one semester. Do not make eye contact, ever. Go to class, and if the stars align, it will be cancelled, and your crush will be waiting to endure your awkward attempt at small talk. THIS IS SO GOOD! Must read!

Slavonic Studies by thepossessedfangirl, Explicit, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri sleeps with a hot stranger the night before university begins but surprise, surprise. JUST READ THIS YOU CAN THANK ME LATER

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie by Recesskup, Not Rated, 54k (WIP)
The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever. This is great!!

Kiss Me and Tell Me That I’ll See You Again by probablytooobsessedwithfiction, Teen, 19k (WIP)
When Yuuri is dragged to a party by his best friend Yuko, he doesn’t want to be there- that is until he finds himself making out with someone. The only problem is that he has no idea who he’s kissing. SLOW BURN BUT SO GOOD

Thoughtfulness at the Drama Club by MattLightwood (TanyaHarries), Gen, 2.1k
Viktor is in his last year of college and as a president of the drama club when his secretary resigns. With this place vacant, the club finds itself in big trouble until Phichit appears one day with someone that could save them… and steal Viktor’s heart. Thumbs up!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

Yes, Professor? by AwkwardPotatoChild, Teen, 15k (WIP)
“Good morning! I’m Professor Viktor Nikiforov! I look forward to being with you all this semester.” Dammit! No one told me he had an accent too! And to think this was all started because I wanted some pudding! So cute!

Have You Heard? by QueenofFennoscandia, Teen,  4.7k
According to rumors, Viktor Nikiforov had been seen crying in the E building’s staircase. No one really seemed to know what was the reason, but everyone were terribly curious about it. Bonus long-haired Victor!

I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… Thumbs up!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
After turning 17 and being offered a scholarship in Detroit, Yuuri packs his bags and moves across the world to pursue his skating. He can’t help but find the second-year student Viktor Nikiforov fascinating and his roommate helps him to find out more. Lovely fic!

the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k
The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. “C'mon,” the photographer urged. “Let’s get out of this rain. I’ll treat you to coffee to make up for taking your picture and scaring you.” SO ADORABLE

Just Ice Skatey Things by personafreak, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor is an eccentric foreigner revolutionizing the figure skating world, and Yuuri is just trying to survive his part-time job at the ice skating rink. Awesome college fic!

A Marriage of True Minds by Pilomela, Teen, 20k (WIP)
After his application to the doctoral program was rejected due to his incomplete entrance essay, Yuuri Katsuki scores a job running a small local bookstore. Rec’d by a follower!

I Want You [Jay Park]

Warning: Contains heavy smut. Do not read if you are underage. 

A/N: Thank you to @admincl for the input and helping me decide on how I wanted this to end. 


The first package had arrived just before a meeting on a Monday morning, the stark red of the large bow against the tanned box the only reason your secretary had called out to you as you left the office, her voice enunciating the curled white letters with a thick french accent.

‘Louboutin’s… Jay won’t be pleased when he sees the credit card bill this month.’ She’d winked slyly, sharing a knowingly smug smile with you.

‘Honey, I know you don’t think I use a man’s money to buy my shoes… They’re probably a gift from him to apologise for canceling on me tonight. Leave them on my desk, I’ll return them later. I don’t take bribes.’ You’d said with a laugh, swishing the thickness of your hair over your shoulders before leaving, loud heels clicking with authority on the tiles as you departed.

If it hadn’t been for the rush you’d been in, you would have checked them a lot sooner. You would have noted the blank card, gold script scrawling anonymous across it. You would have understood that the lack of sender was an indication the shoes weren’t for the reason you’d thought. But you hadn’t. With the stress of your day, they’d fallen completely from your mind. It wasn’t until you’d sauntered back from your meeting that you’d spied them, perched dutifully on your desk and patiently awaiting your return.

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Hickeys

Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck.

Words: 2,300+

Paring/Characters: SteveRogersxReader, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Bucky, Sam

Warning: Implied smutt, fluff

Author’s Note: I was rewatching Ultron and this trash sorta happened. And since I’ve been gone for a while, I’ll be posting some other new stuff this week too.


You lazily blinked your eyes, still swimming between sleep and wakefulness with Steve’s strong arms wrapped around you and his toned body pressed against your small form. He groaned quietly, clearly awake but not wanting to be as he held you tighter. You smiled, snuggling further into his chest, letting his warmth and his touch consume you fully.

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Lights Out - Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by malfloriannet

A/N: I’m officially back in business! Sorry for being M.I.A for so long, I swear I’m back to stay!
Word Count: 4982
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, hints at abuse
Requested: Yes!

I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and Harry Hook somehow end up sharing a room and they don’t really like each other but he has a nightmare and the reader comforts him and realises he isn’t as bad/mean as he seems?

“I can’t continue like this anymore Mal, I’m going to lose my mind”
You were holed up in your best friends dorm room trying desperately to chug as much caffeine as you possibly could in the few minutes before you had to head to class.
“Surely it’s not that bad Y/N” She replied, handing you another mug of coffee.
You downed it in one.
“Mal! I’ve been running solely on energy drinks, espresso’s and power naps between tutor sessions for the last three weeks. I shouldn’t be alive at this point. I have not slept in almost a month. A MONTH!”
You slammed the mug on the table and scooped together a pile of notebooks and papers. When you looked at your watch you nearly had a mental break down.
“Oh great! I’m late for English Lit,” you mumbled under your breath before charging towards the door, an energy bar in your hand.
Mal stopped you before you could leave, pushing you back down in you chair.
“Y/N, you need to sleep”
“I’ll be fine,” You weren’t really in the mood to listen to her, you had a English exam to sit and you were already running behind.
“I just don’t understand how he’s managed to keep you awake for this long”
She was talking about your new room-mate, the infamous, hook wielding pirate who invaded your living space when he arrived from the isle a few weeks ago. Some how you drew the short straw and were forced to have the unwanted VK as a room-mate; life becoming increasingly more difficult from that moment onwards.Since Harry had arrived he had done nothing but infuriate you, using whatever methods necessary to irritate you. So far the most effective of which had been the sleep deprivation. The pirate would purposely turn all of the lights on whenever you tried to sleep and insisted on playing the sound of crashing waves at all hours during the night. You were one audio file of a seagull away from killing a man.
“I just don’t understand how I’ve not strangled him yet” You replied, rolling your eyes to show you were unamused “Now will you let me go Mal?”
Your purple haired best friend pulled you into a hug.
“Fine. Go ace that stupid exam of yours. Then you sleep” Mal said pointedly, a stern tone in her voice that was almost motherly. “And I’m going to talk to Ben. See if we can get you another roommate”
You squeezed her harder before pulling out of the embrace.
“Thanks M! I really appreciate it. Now if you excuse me I’m about to go get an A”
You saluted her as you headed out of the dorm room and into the English Hall, feeling oddly confident despite the lack of proper rest. Mal burst into a rare hysteric fit of giggles as soon as you were out of ear shot. She knew you’d be asleep within the first twenty minutes of the lesson.        

Three words. You had written three words and your eyes were already starting to droop. Three fucking words. Maybe it was the fact that the exam hall was deadly silent or the fact that the lights had been dimmed ever so slightly but you felt the strongest urge to lay your head down on the desk and drift away into a blissful in-interrupted sleep. This was bad., really bad. The English exam was worth a stupidly large percentage of your overall grade and you refused to let some selfish pirate and his odd sleeping habits rob you of your success.
“Cowgirl the fuck up Y/N” you whispered under your breath as you forced yourself to prise your eyes open. You were met by death glares from those around you.
“Sorry” you mouthed before getting back to scribbling down your answers. No longer caring what the students around you thought, you continued to talk to yourself for motivation.
“You’ve got everything under control Y/N, you can stay awake”
Everything was not under control, there was no way you were staying awake.
To be fair to you, you lasted longer than you thought you would but ten minutes into the exam you were fast asleep.

Tap Tap Tap
You felt your whole body groan as you were awoken to the steady sound of metal hitting oak. You were still wrapped a foggy daze after emerging from your nap and you were still unable to comprehend where your were or what time it was.
Tap Tap Tap.
The noise continued, so you forced yourself to open your eyes and gently scan the room you were in. You saw the desks first, then the chalkboard, then the clock. Then it suddenly clicked. Shit.
Tap Tap Tap.
The exam was over, all of the other students had left the hall, and you were sat alone at the back of the room, still flat against your desk. You glanced at the paper in front of you, you had’t even finished a paragraph.
Tap Tap Tap.
It was in that exact moment you realised that you weren’t in fact alone.
“Ye look so peaceful when you’re dreaming sweetheart”
You felt your blood slowly start to boil as your eyes landed on a particular pirate, sat with his feet up at a desk directly in front of you, taping his hook against the chair leg.  Still, the familiar accent sent shivers down your spine. Crooked smile, dark brooding eyes and one dangerous voice, Harry Hook was unbearable.    
“Don’t you sweetheart me” You hissed glaring at the grinning boy “You’re always so fucking smug aren’t you”
“I have no idea what yer talking about” he continued, grinning even wider as he began to stalk towards you. “That was quite a nap ye took there Y/N”
You scoffed before shuffling in your seat slightly to wriggle away from Harry’s looming presence, uncomfortable with the lack of space between the two you.
“I wonder why,” You whispered under your breath, avoiding eye contact with him.
Harry was now stood directly over you, his hand leaning on your desk, one of his boots resting on the edge of your chair.
“Ye wouldn’t be blaming me now would ye?” The pirate began, before picking up your test paper and tutting at the lack of content. “ Oh Y/N, it seems as though you’ve lost your touch”
He pouted.
“Oh Harry,” you said mocking his tone, “It seems as though you’ve forgotten that the only reason I’m going to fail this test is because you won’t let me fucking go to sleep on a night!”
You were becoming more and more agitated with the pirate who was pressing his face closer and closer to yours.
You gulped, your confidence wavering, when the tip of his nose brushed the skin by your ear.
“Ye know yer starting to blush sweetheart” Harry whispered, a cocky edge to his voice.
It was true, your cheeks were starting to prickle with heat as Harry moved closer to you still. Something about him just made you uncomfortable, something unhinging yet somehow alluring. He was good looking, there was no doubt about it, and all it took was a flicker of a smile across his lips and you were practically melting.
Snap out of it! You yelled to yourself internally. He was an asshole, a sly, impulsive little flirt who made you fail your English final. Yet somehow, you couldn’t stop staring at the blue in his eyes.
Harry was smirking again, clearly aware that you had been daydreaming, so you quickly turned the tables in an attempt to salvage your pride.
“I’m done here Hook,” You said bluntly, standing up abruptly and slamming your hands on the desk.
The sudden movement clearly took Harry by surprise as his smug demeanour dropped for a second, his usual grin drooping a little. He quickly composed himself again though, the facade re-appearing as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.
“Leaving so soon sweetheart? I feel slightly offended”
You were so close together now, Harry hands snaking towards your waist, his chest pressed against yours.
“Let me go Harry,” you growled, trying your best not to make eye-contact with the pirate.
You couldn’t trust yourself not to crumble if you looked directly at him.
“Why would I do that Y/N?” Harry whispered, as you felt the cool metal of his hook rest against the small of your back.
You shuddered.
“Get. Your. Filthy. Hands. Off. Me”
You pushed him away for good and grabbed your bag, scowling at Harry as you reached down to get it from the floor. You where starting to storm away when Harry called out to you again.
“We can finish this tonight sweetheart” Harry called out, his usual Cheshire-cat smirk still plastered across his face.
“I wouldn’t count on it” you began, hesitating as you got to the door frame “I’m changing room-mates. Ben’s going to sort it”

It turned out Ben couldn’t sort it, so no more than an hour later you were back at your dorm-room, greeted by the triumphant sniggers of the highly amused pirate.
“Back already are ye darling?” Harry teased “Couldn’t get enough of me hey?”
You purposely ignored him, charging over to your bed and dumping your binders and notebooks on the quilt cover.
Harry followed you, sitting at the foot of the bed and picking up one of your books. You snatched it immediately from him.
“What’s wrong with ye sweetheart,” he said patronisingly, “Anybody would think ye didn’t like me”
“I don’t” you said pointedly.
“Come on, work with me here Y/N,” He was still smirking like a dickhead “Do ye ever stop being uptight”
You stopped what you were doing to glare at the boy and throw a pencil at him.
“Do you ever stop being a psychotic man whore?” You fired back, really not in the mood for his ridiculous antics.
He put his hands to his face, resting his cheeks in his palms and pouted; whimpering as if he was offended by what you had said. You sucked your teeth.
“Ye really don’t like me do ye?” Harry laughed
“No” You replied bluntly, your mind drifting to the amount of grovelling you were going to have to do the following day to get your English teacher to let you redo the exam.
“Ye really should ye know - start liking me - we could have really hit it off” The pirate teased as he inched slightly closer to you again.
You huffed, you’d had enough.
“Any chance of ditching the industrial lights and sound effects tonight or what?” You asked brightly, shifting your voice to make it sound more optimistic.
“Nah”
“Then this conversation is over”

The two of you barely spoke for the rest of the night.
Well.
Harry had tried to his best to flirt his way out of your bad books but quickly relented once a hardback novel went flying across the room and hit him in the head. It was safe to say he didn’t bother you for the rest of the night.
Once it had started to get dark outside you changed into your pyjama’s, ditching the floral skater dress in favour of a soft oversized shirt.
“Harry! Hurry up in the bathroom I need to get changed!” You yelled at him through the crack in the bathroom door.
You didn’t trust the pirate enough for you to get changed out in the open of the dorm room - in fear that he may come charging through whilst you were mid-way through taking off your dress.
“Ye know sweetheart it would be a lot easier for ye to just get changed in ye bloody bedroom”
The bathroom door swung open and you were face to face with the pirate who was leaning against the door frame.
“I don’t want to be exposed,” you huffed defensively, putting an emphasis on the last word which made Harry chuckle.
“Ye strange Y/N Ye know” Harry laughed genuinely, his blue eyes lighting up at the way you wrinkled your nose.
There were times, although they were rare, when Harry did this, little pockets of random happiness where the pirate simply spoke his mind. It intrigued you. But then again there were far more frequent times when Harry would deprive you of sleep and embarrass you in front of your friends just to spite you. It was unsurprisingly hard to overlook.
“Just let me get changed you scoundrel” you said lightly, pushing him out of the bathroom and locking the door behind you.

When you walked out of the bathroom Harry was laid on the sofa, his arms and legs stretched out along the arm-rests as you walked past him.
He smirked.
“Oh Y/N!” He called softly in a sing-song voice, the teasing obvious in his tone.
You ignored him as you made your way over over to your bed, unfolding the covers and clambering inside.
“Y/N sweetheart, are ye ignoring me?” The pirate continued, not even turning his head to look at you.
“I’m trying to sleep,’ You snapped at him, irritation making you hostile “Although, I’m sure it’s a pointless exercise, you never turn that bloody sound system off”
Harry made a mock whimpering noise, before spinning around to face you, a condescending smirk plastered all over his face. He cocked his head at you.
“No eye mask?” The pirate asked you with a wicked gleam in his eye.
He huffed loudly. You had bought an eye mask, along with some ear buds, in the hope that you’d be able to ignore Harry at night, but you had come back to find they had all gone confidently missing. Asshole.
“Do you ever give it a rest Harry?” You asked. You sound more desperate than you had originally planned.
Harry only smirked wider.
Then he stood up.
Walked towards the TV.
And turned on the stereo system.

There wasn’t much surprise that you were still awake at two am, even if your patience was wearing thin. Your whole body ached with tiredness, your eyes hollowed, your head pounding, yet there was no way you could sleep. Everything was too bright, everything was too loud. Every limb groaned. You had no idea how Harry could sleep like this, hell you didn’t even know if the pirate slept at all! You grabbed another pillow and pressed it over your head, trying to drowned out the incessant sound of crashing waves in vain, you knew it wouldn’t work, it never did.
You sat bolt upright in your bed, scowling deeper than you ever had before. Enough was enough. You were stood up one, fists clenched ready to confront Harry when…

Darkness.
You were plunged into complete darkness. Every light in the whole dorm room went out in one quick burst, every lamp, every night light gone, as if someone had blown out a cake-ful of birthday candles. Even the blinking numbers on the microwave had disappeared, anything remotely electrical turned off, sent to slumber But that wasn’t all.
Silence.
A long awaited, precious quietness fell upon the dorm room,  no more waves, no more seagulls, no more sounds of the sea. Just quiet.  You smirked to yourself.
Saved by the power cut.
“The fuck Y/N?” Yelled the pirate, leaping up from his bed and clicking the switches on the lamps beside him frantically.
It was your turn to smirk, giggling to yourself as Harry tried to turn the lights back on, clearly thinking this was your doing. Didn’t they have power outages on the Isle?
“Relax Harry,” you said plainly “It’s a power cut, nothing to do with me. I doubt they’ll sort the electrics out until the morning though so just go to sleep for god sake”
“Ye sounding way too happy about this ye know. Just ye wait until I-”
“Good night Harry” You said climbing back into bed. You couldn’t see him in the darkness but you could hear that he had stopped moving. Maybe you were actually going to sleep for once.
“Ye wouldn’t get it Y/N!” He started to shout “I can’t bloody-”
“Good night Harry” you repeated, cutting him off.
You were smiling to yourself as your head hit the pillow, the muffled babbling of Harry mumbling profanities making you grin.
It was going to be a good night.

Or so you thought. You had slept blissfully for a few hours but soon you were wriggling and writhing in your bed sheets uncomfortably. You were freezing. The dorm room was no warmer than outside, the beginning of a gale billowing, ice creeping along the window panes.
“Of course” You sighed to yourself, “The power cut’s knocked off the boiler”
You curled up further into a ball, the only warmth from your own body, the ice blocks that had replaced your hands buried deep within your thighs. So much for a good nights sleep.
You knew then that you wouldn’t be drifting off and time soon and huffed to yourself, Harry for once could not be blamed. Wind rattled at the guttering and rain beat down against the glass window as you propped yourself upright, starting to shiver properly for the first time. You pulled the threadbare shirt over your knees as you tried to salvage any warmth you could but it was know use, you would just have to deal with being cold. You were considering going to find Mal in her room when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody unmistakeable afraid.

Your eyes had pretty much adjusted to the dark, the silhouette of Harry shooting up from his mattress unmissable. He was gasping for air, panting and holding his head in his hands as he tried to return his breathing to normal. You were stunned, even through the darkness you could see all of his muscles were tense, the moonlight leaking through the curtains illuminating beads of sweat on his forehead. Harry was a lot of things, scared wasn’t one of them.
“Harry,” you called lightly, hardly daring to raise your voice above a whisper “You okay?”
The pirate shot his head around so he was facing you, his eyes wide for a second with alarm before his face settled into a blank unrevealing expression, no familiar smirk in sight. Now you were concerned. He grumbled something unintelligible and the paused, as if considering whether to speak or not, before taking a deep breath and offloading whatever was on his mind to you.
“I have constant nightmares okay!” He practically shouted as if he was admitting it to himself for the first time “I wasn’t being an asshole to ye, with the music and the lights, I just needed to hear the sea, it helps ye know. Ye probably think it’s pathetic but I can’t sleep without the fucking light on” He paused before continuing” Don’t ye dare laugh at me Y/N, I’ll gut ye with me hook if ye even think about telling anyone"
You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with all this new information. It stunned you, not adding up to the twisted image of the flirty pirate you had in your mind. You were baffled.
“Harry you know full well I wouldn’t” You whispered earnestly.
You cocked your head at the pirate at the other end of the room. Harry Hook had nightmares. Harry Hook who tried to set the King on fire when he first came to Auradon, Harry Hook who scared little kids for fun, Harry Hook who flirted with you just to make you embarrassed, had nightmares. Nightmares so bad that he had to turn all of the lights on and and play the sound of the ocean to himself.
He wasn’t finished yet.
“I’ve always had someone to cuddle with, usually CJ” Harry continued, as you tried to picture the pirate cuddled up to his sister. Piece by piece the arrogant intimidating persona you had come to associate with Harry was coming undone “Now, I realise we are not exactly on that level but yer the only one here and I’m really scared to go to sleep”
It took a while for you to register what he was saying.
He wanted to cuddle with you. Not in a flirtatious seductive attempt but in fearful, vulnerable kind of way.
You both needed to sleep you guessed.
“Y/N?” He called through the darkness, almost desperately.
A knot was starting to grow in your stomach and before you knew it your were stood up, ambling towards the boy.
“I’m warning you Hook” you said gently as you reached his mattress “I’m absolutely freezing”    

He untucked the bed covers so you could climb in the bed beside him, wiggling as far as he could to the right side of the bed so you could lay on the left. You didn’t touch, you didn’t speak, you just laid there, you still shivering, him still slightly traumatised from whatever was haunting his dreams. All together, it was unbearabley awkward.
“What was it?” You said eventually, you words slicing through the uneasy silence.
You felt Harry turn around to face you, his blue eyes blinking at you in confusion. The bed covers wrinkled as he shifted, the crumpling sound the only thing that you could hear. He was bare chested you realised, and forced yourself to draw your eyes away from his exposed torso before he noticed you staring and focus back on his face.
“What?” He asked plainly, his eyes looking tired for the first time, remnants of black eyeliner smudged across his cheeks.
“The nightmare” you prompted, keeping your voice as soft as possible.
Harry inhaled sharply and let out a large breath, the warmth hitting your skin.
“It’s the same fucking one every time” The pirate spat, his eyes looking upwards as his jaw clenched, as if he was angry at something you couldn’t see. “I’m back on the Isle. I can’t be older than about  seven and its him, it’s always him”
“Who Harry?”
You reached for Harry’s hand, or maybe he reached or yours, it was hard to tell. You intertwined your fingers instinctively, a jolt of electricity sparking between the two of you. You were certain Harry felt it too as he looked at you strangely an unreadable expression settling across his face. Neither of you moved your palms.
Harry’s jaw was set in place now, his eyes narrowing with a kind of anger that you knew wasn’t directed at you.
“My Father. He used to…he used to -” He never finished his sentence. He didn’t need to.
And of course there was nothing that you could have said after that. Sometimes all the words in  the whole English language won’t be enough, they won’t help. But he kept looking at you, the bluish-steel of his eyes glassed over and you knew. You knew you couldn’t just lay there any longer.

Just as another bite of cold wind swept under your nightshirt, your hands moved around Harry’s middle, his skin warm and soft. In seconds his body moulded to your own, sharing his body heat as easily as you shared your heart.
“Hey,” you whispered to him, tucking your head in the crook of his neck “If it’s any compensation, you’re not half as bad as I thought”
Harry chuckled lightly, but only squeezed you tighter. He had never let another close to him like this, close enough to share breaths, close enough to share secrets.
“Yer quite something Y/N,” He whispered, slowly returning back to his self again.
You snuggled further into him, grateful for the warmth and the unlikely comfort you found in the pirate’s arms. You wrapped yourself around his shoulders, pulling him close and gently rubbing his arm. Despite the heaviness in your stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of your body pressed against his. You sunk into the warmth of his side and Harry reciprocated, the two of you giggling at things that simply weren’t funny, both appreciative of the friendly gesture.
But it was more than that. Way more than just friendly. There was something else there, a spark of something more than platonic. You had hugged plenty of friends  before and it had never been like this. Not ever
You hadn’t run your hands through their dishevelled hair and nearly stopped breathing when they stroked yours. You hadn’t traced the contours of the chest or stared when they bit their lips. They hadn’t nipped at your skin playfully with their teeth when you joked about thinking they were a psycopath. They hadn’t cupped your face with their rough palms and told you you were different, different and yet so beautiful. You hadn’t blushed. They hadn’t noticed and said it cute. You hadn’t wanted to kiss them so badly it almost ached.
But you did with Harry.
And it scared you a little.
“You smell like sea salt,” you whispered, the tiredness making you act completely delirious “And metal”
“Metal?” Harry asked with a raised eyerbrow, stifling a laugh.
“Metal” You confirmed adamantly, before breaking out in a yawn. Harry looked at you questioningly.
“What?” You defended “You do. It’s not a bad thing”
Harry chuckled at you and you untangled yourself from him, twisting to face away from the pirate.

You started to snuggle down into you pillow when you stopped abruptly. Your eyes shot open. He kissed your shoulder.
He kissed your shoulder.
Harry freaking Hook just kissed your shoulder. And then he did it again.
Before your better judgement could take over you turned around, grabbed the bottom of his jaw and pushed his face towards yours. You were staring at his lips now, doing whatever you could to resist them.
Don’t do it Y/N, don’t do it. Come on. Will power, self-control, self-restraint. Stop staring at him, you don’t want to kiss him, you don’t. Resist the sexy pirate, resist the pirate RESIST!
You did not resist
“Just so you know Harry, I am about to punch you on the mouth with my own mouth, softly, because I think I like y-”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence.
He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even consciously deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else. You lips crashed together, quickly falling into rhythm as you tilted your head backwards.  You felt Harry’s lips curl up into a smile under your own. You pulled away from him, playfully swatting him on the arm.
“You could have given me a heads up Hook?” You giggled, running your fingers up and down his bare arms.
Harry chuckled airily at you.
“What ye were taking too long” He was smirking again. You breathed a sigh of relief, he was smirking again.
“Who said I wanted to kiss you Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate”
“Ye did not seriously call me Mr. Stinky Metal Pirate?”
“I did” You were trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.
“I do not smell like bloody metal”
“Oh Harry darling” you said in a joking tone “But you d-”

In a split second he pulled your hands away from him and picked you up under arms, pulling you in front of him. You were pinned down, him over the the top of you grinning like an idiot. You were both laughing.
“Harold Hook” you said with mock sadness “You’ve picked the wrong girl to mess with”
You rolled to the side, escaping his grip and flipped him over, sitting on top of him. You pushed his chest down, your hands pressed against his torso.
“Y/N” he said softly, staring directly into your eyes. He leant his forehead against yours.
“Harry” He inched his head closer to yours so that you could feel the warmth of his breath. You pulled slightly away but he pulled you back, pressing his mouth against your ear, whispering to you softly.
“Anything ye want to tell me lass”
“Yeah” you laughed, squirming as his lips tickled your skin “If you don’t want to smell like metal, maybe don’t carry a hook around everywhere”
Before you could say anything, he sprung upwards scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder
“Un-hand me you beast” you screamed as you flailed your limbs. He eventually let you go and you pushed him backwards on his bed, kneeling your legs either side of him. He wrestled you to the bed again. You tried to push him off, your palms flat against his and you both collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor. You sat up, giggling like little girls. You stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep” You said eventually.
“Okay” he said simply grinning at you.

At that exact moment every light switched on one by one, flickering into action. You clasped at your ears when the stereo turned back on, playing the track at a significantly louder volume than it had originally been set at. Both you and Harry groaned but then started to laugh.
“Powers back then I guess” You said as you watched Harry wrestling with the speakers to turn them off.
“Yeah” the pirate awkwardly said, setting the remote down once it was quiet again.
“Still want to cuddle?” You asked hopefully, turning out all of the lights except for he lamp closest to Harry’s bed.
He looked up at you, grinned, then looked back at the floor.
“Ye’ve just read my mind Y/N”
He turned off the final light once you both laid together, you’re head resting on his chest listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breathing in the darkness. Finally, for the first time in months, you drifted off into a blissful, uninterrupted sleep.

Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger

Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”

Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.

Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)

Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”

Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp

Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair

Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Like what?”
“Think about me. Naked.”

Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective

Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts

Comforting each other about their
past and current home life

Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures

Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back

Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her

Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Board Games
Movie Nights
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens

Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks

Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window

Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)

Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops

neck kisses
shoulder kisses
forehead kisses
nose kisses
cheek kisses
stomach kisses

Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close

lip bites

Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time

Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Sly smiles
Knowing smug smirks
Suggestive glances
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another

Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder

Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s

Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them

jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind

Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder

both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other

whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment

Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre

Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures

Late night car rides with the windows down

They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights

If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training

Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest

Sharing Milkshakes

They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece

Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers

Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking

Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)

Snowball fights

Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)

Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles

Trusting one another more than anyone

taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest

Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch

Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act

Trini calling Kim “Princess”

kissing one another’s palms and wrists

both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them

rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious

Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping

long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots

When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less

Taking photographs

Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album

Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)

Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always

God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.

Tickle Fights

Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush

The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep

Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof

They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it

Having a snowman contest

Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her

Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered

They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)

They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class

Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts

Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school

Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues

“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”

“If she goes, I go.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”

“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”

“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”

“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”

“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”

“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”

“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“What?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”

“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”

“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”

“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

“I feel lost inside myself.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”

“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”

“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”

“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”

“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”

“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”

“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”

“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”

“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just talk to me.”

“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”

Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.

They’re in love, that’s all I’ve got to say.

What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Honey

Originally posted by shawndreaming

a/n: Idk what this is and if there will be more, but I’m posting it so.


cold isn’t the word to describe the chill caressing your bones. not even fucking close. freezing, could be decent enough but still, not really. you don’t want to walk to catch the train, you’re begging God to miraculously will a bus to course this street or your friend Tristan to have worked a late shift, but you face a truth harder and colder than the 5 AM air: he never takes the night shift.  It’s always something about the uneasiness that creeps up his spine when someone walks through the entrance past 4 AM. Is it illegal to crave a short stack at that hour?

the trek is just as creepy as it was yesterday, and the 3 years before that you’ve been working at the mom and pop diner and taking the late night shifts. the journey never changes, just the amount of death you wish upon yourself between the change of seasons. “goodnight Melina, see you Monday.” you call behind you, exiting the back door. the dark alley set before you sent a whole new line of chills up your spine. mom always warned you that the dark can be murderous.

the memory of her vice-like grip that used to run through your hand as she picked you up late from the babysitter when you were little, always tingled when you walked someplace shrouded in black. It was like she was there with you, without the embarrassing “be careful, baby!” she’d shout after you if you’d stray a little too far. she knew you’d be fine. you were just like her in every way, so she was never scared for you.

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Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count:  4800

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes

Prompt:

“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.


Y/N was the only one who noticed him.

She had noticed the boy hiding behind his book in the back of the classroom, the boy who people pushed past in the hallways to get where they needed to go, who they shoved in the lockers in an attempt to pass him, she noticed him.

Harry loved Y/N, like really loved Y/N. Not just the type of love that people have for their friends and families, no, Harry wanted to marry Y/N. He wanted to wake up besides, fold the laundry together, have little silly arguments over who walks the slowest or who left the fridge open, he wanted to run to the grocery with her-he wanted her.

There were times when Harry truly and honestly believed that Y/N felt the same way. The way she smiled at him, the way her eyes lit up every time she saw him, the way she laughed too hard at his jokes, he believed she felt the same way. But when Y/N mentioned her boyfriend Harry’s heart dropped. He felt his stomach twist and the lump in his throat form, and for the first time in his life he just really wanted to punch a wall.

Harry scrunched his nose, sneezing, and then adjusting his glasses. He shut his locker, pressing his back against it as a bunch of freshmen ran past him. He gripped his books, searching for Y/N and when he saw her, he couldn’t help the smile that came on to his face. She looked up from her phone as someone moved past her, shoving their shoulders into hers, she rolled her eyes and smiled at Harry.

“First last day of high school,” Y/N cheered, stopping in front of the boy in a sweater vest, “and then we are off to adult hood, can you believe it?”

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled.

When Y/N first heard Harry speak she was shocked. She sat next to him in her math class of junior year, and if she was being honest she picked the seat to cheat off of Harry. She had been doodling on her notebook when the kid in front of her slid his chair back (a little too hard) and hit their table, Harry had scoffed, mumbling “what a dick,” and Y/N had tried to not giggle. She had expected his voice to be much higher and even a little nasally, but it was deep and filled with an accent that was certainly not from her hometown.

“I mean Harry, we are going to graduate and then hopefully I’ll go to college, but you for sure will and I’m going to visit you like all the time even if you go to school half way across the world,” Y/N says.

Harry smiles, because with Y/N he knows she’s not kidding. Y/N had never backed down on a promise, and before Jason came along, him and Y/N were attached at the hip. Y/N would always be at the Styles’ house hold, baking cookies with Anne, doing her nails with Gemma (and if she wasn’t around she would make Harry get her toes), watching the game with Robin, and relaxing with Harry. His family loved Y/N.

She was Harry’s first friend and they were all happy when Harry started to come home with a smile on his face. He would go on to tell them about Y/N, and how cute she was, and how she sat with him at lunch, or how she had doodled on his paper, how they played little games of tic-tact-toe and Y/N believed that she was a pro when really Harry let her win. Anne was more than eager when Harry came home asking if it was alright if Y/N could come by and watch a movie, “as long as you keep your door open,” Anne had smiled, making Harry blush, “she’s just a friend mum, wouldn’t like me like that anyways.” That night after Y/N left with some of Anne’s cookies and an invention to come over whenever she pleased, Anne had turned to Harry as he cleaned up the popcorn, “I think she likes you like that,” and Harry had simply ignored her comment, because she was Y/N, and he was just Harry.

“You’ll go to college,” Harry says to Y/N, smiling at her.

Y/N’s cute, like really fucking cute,” Harry had whispered to Gemma once when he had one too many drinks. Y/N wasn’t even there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her, how she always smiled at him, how she just loved to cuddle up against him and watch a movie they’ve already seen eight hundred times. Gemma had laughed at brother, claiming he had said that once before and ushering him to put a quarter in the swear jar.

Y/N’s pink lips formed into a pout. She then sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face, and Harry took a second to admire her. She had on a pair of white shorts and birks (which Harry loved to refer to as Jesus sandals and he loved how Y/N would roll her eyes at the comment) their school’s mascot printed out on her blue sweater, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail and wrapped by a blue scrunchie.

“Yeah, community college,” Y/N says.

“Hey, community college isn’t bad, you can graduate and still get a degree, or go for a couple years and then transfer, or take a gap year, or not go at all, do what makes you happy,” Harry says.

Y/N groaned, “I don’t know what makes me happy Harry. I’m not school smart, I’m just above the line to graduate, and like I can’t waste thousands and thousands of dollars figuring it out, you’re lucky you know? You know what you want to do, but I have no idea,” Y/N sighs, her eyes light up for a second, “can I just like be your nanny, and you can buy lots of dogs and I can live in your guest house and take care of them.”

“I’m a cat person,” Harry corrects her, his eyebrows scrunch up as he looks at her, “wait, let me get this straight, you basically want me to buy you a dog and then pay you take care of the dog I would buy for you?”

“Dogs, as in multiple, and you like dogs,” Y/N says bringing her coffee to her lips.

“I like them when they aren’t mine,” Harry stated.

Y/N shrugs, “I’m just saying when you become a rich and famous song writer that’s what we can do.”

“Oi, are you just using me for the future possibilities of dogs?” Harry asked.

Y/N nods, a teasing smile on her face as Harry laughs. It’s moment like this that Harry really just wants to lean over and press a kiss to her soft lips, when he wants to wrap his arms around her and tell her how much her loves her and then kiss her forehead, but he can’t. He remembers that when he sees the tall brunette wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist from behind, kissing her cheek and making Y/N bite her lower lip.

“Good morning!” Y/N grins, turning to hug her boyfriend, “how was your morning Jason? You remember Harry right?”

Harry hated Jason, he always had. Ever since freshmen year when Jason seemed to make it his life mission to make Harry’s life terrible. Jason would subtly shove Harry into a locker, spill his drink on Harry’s work, remark on his clothes-anything that would get under Harry’s skin. But the worst thing Jason had ever done was take Y/N from Harry. All summer it was hard to make plans with Y/N, and Y/N wasn’t one to leave her friends for her boyfriend.

It was already difficult for the two meet, Harry didn’t like Y/N’s friends (they always seemed to whisper about him) and her friends didn’t like him. Y/N had managed between the two groups, spending most of her time with Harry, but when Jason came along Harry hardly saw her. He would watch as Jason would claim that Y/N didn’t love him if he didn’t spend time with her, forcing the girl into leaving Harry for him.

“Right,” Jason’s blue eyes flicker to Harry for a second and back to Y/N, “you’re coming to my game tonight right?”

“Oh, I can’t! It’s Harry’s sister’s birthday and we’re having a little party,” Y/N explained, “Harry and I have to pick up the last of the decoration and cake after the school.”

Jason frowned, stepping back, “you’re my main support and you’re not coming to cheer me on? Are you serious?”

“Jason, please, not now,” Y/N whispered, grabbing his hand.

“No, fuck you, you always prefer to hang out with this-what even are you man? A sweater vest-really?” Jason turns to Harry, smirking at him.

“Leave him alone,” Y/N says, “I’m sorry Jason, but you’ll have other games-“

“Clearly you don’t fucking love me or even care about me if you’re missing an important day of my life to hang out with this loser,” Jason snapped, “fuck you Y/N. Don’t talk to me.”

Jason turns and Y/N turns to Harry, “I’m sorry H, I’ll catch up with you later,” and then she turns on her heels running after Jason and calling his name, pleading for him to slow down and listen to her.


“Hey,” Gemma smiled grabbing a chip out of the pink bowl, she nudged Harry slightly with her hip to grab his attention, “where’s Y/N?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “her boyfriend threw a fit that she was missing his game and Y/N went with him, she did say she was sorry and will take you on a spa day, and something about giving you your gift later on.”

“I hate Jason,” Gemma sighed, “he’s emotionally abusive.”

Harry shrugs, grabbing a soda, “I guess.”

“He is, he always threatens to hurt himself if Y/N says no, or claims that she doesn’t love him and that’s not healthy, she deserves better-she deserves you,” Gemma says.

“She doesn’t like me that way, plus I’m going away for college and Y/N will make new friends and forget all about me, it’s fine really,” Harry stated.

The party had turned into a slump, Gemma’s friends left early, and Gemma didn’t mind-she herself was not a people person. She joined Harry in the living room eating the chips and salsa as she watched her heartbroken (even though Harry wouldn’t admit it) brother sit on the couch as think about Y/N.

“Y/N’s a nice girl, she’s just a bit oblivious and a people pleaser, I don’t even think she likes Jason she probably just feels bad breaking up with him,” Gemma says.

“Hey, where’s Y/N? I wanted to show her what I just planted,” Anne asks, walking into the living room with a trash bag.

“Boyfriend’s game,” Harry answered.

“I don’t like him that much,” Anne says, “is that bad? I liked that other guy more-what was his name? Neil?”

“Niall,” Harry corrected.

“What happened to him?”

“Moved back to Ireland,” Harry says.

“Now why haven’t you asked her out?” Anne asked.

Harry stands, “I’m not having this conversation again, good night,” he runs up the stairs, closing the door to his room.

Harry can’t help the smile on his face when he sees Y/N’s name on the screen.

Y/N: This is so boring and we are losing as usual and I hate it and I wish I was there and I’m really sorry please don’t hate me

Y/N: I’ll take you to get breakfast before school

Y/N: Nah forget that I’m not getting up earlier than needed but let’s get a late lunch after school

Y/N: Want to nachos

Y/N: That’s nacho your call we are getting them

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Ha

Y/N: Why aren’t you laughing

Harry: I didn’t see this till now but after school works for me.

Y/N: Don’t put a period it makes you sound all serious and mad

Harry: Sorry

Y/N: I miss you 

Harry: I miss you too

Y/N: I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks can I come over after wards? Pleaseeeeee

Harry: Why are you even asking?

Harry tosses his phone back on the bed, running to shower and get some what decent before Y/N comes over.


Y/N sits on his bed, her legs crossed in front of her, laptop on top and her hand in Harry’s bag of Cheetos, “I think I want to break up with Jason,” Y/N stated.

Harry froze from his desk, the pen in his hand slipping out of it and his heart began to beat fast. He wasn’t sure if what he heard was real, but he knew he liked the statement, “what?” Harry asks, turning in his chair.

Y/N shrugs, “I want to break up with Jason-I just don’t have fun with him you know? It all feels so forced, and I really was going to wait till we graduated and then I wouldn’t have to see him again but that’s too far away. And anytime I’ve gotten some kind of courage to do it he gets upset and tells me he’ll hurt himself.”

“You know he won’t,” Harry says.

“I think I do, but it’s a risk and I can’t be the cause of someone hurting themselves Harry, I can’t,” Y/N says, sliding her laptop off her legs and on to the bed.

“Then I think you should break up with him and if he makes a comment like that you can go tell someone, we can go together to guidance or call his parents-Y/N what he’s doing to you is not okay,” Harry says.

Y/N groans, tossing herself back on Harry’s bed, “it’s just so hard Harry.”

“Y/N, does he like-does he hurt you?” Harry asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“No, God no, he’s never laid a hand on me, one on one Jason’s really sweet,” Y/N says, rolling on to her side and looking at Harry.

It’s small moments like these, when Y/N lays in his bed with her PJ’s on, that he wishes he could cuddle up with her and just talk about pointless things. It’s when Y/N is so comfortable in his room, on his bed, that he wishes she was his, and he was hers.

“I think you should break up with him,” Harry repeats.

Y/N doesn’t respond that time, instead she just lays her head on her arm, and Harry turns back to his work.


“Y/N,” Harry calls down the hall, making the shorter girl stop and turn on her heels. He runs up next to her and Y/N giggled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair that curled over Harry’s forehead, “thanks,” Harry says, the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Harry, you need to lay off the gel, I like your hair when it’s natural,” Y/N says, “anyways what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over on tonight? Mum and Gemma are going out shopping and I hate being alone in the house,” Harry says.

“Hey, Y/N, is this guy bothering you?” one of Jason’s friends, Tyler, asks, stepping in between the two.

“Tyler stop,” Y/N says, placing a hand on his arm, “he’s my friend.”

“It’s okay,” Harry says softly, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“No you won’t,” Tyler hissed, shoving at Harry’s shoulders.

The action causes Harry to stumble back into the lockers, dropping all his books. Y/N gasps, quickly bending down to his side, “what the hell Tyler? I said I was fine, he’s my friend,” Y/N snapped.

Tyler steps forwards, his foot hovering over Harry’s glasses for a second before he steps on them, Y/N frowns, “sorry,” Tyler chuckled, “clearly I didn’t hear you.”

He turns walking down the hall and Y/N grabs the glasses, looking at them. She frowns looking back at Harry, “I’m so sorry Harry-really I am.”

“It’s fine,” Harry grumbles, sitting up and rubbing his forehead, “thanks,” he grabs his broken glasses from Y/N and sighs.

“Let me help you,” Y/N says.

“I’m fine,” Harry retorts, standing and making his way down the hall.

Y/N stands with a frown, her grip on her bag tightening as she stares at the boy stumbling down the hall.


When Harry opens the door Y/N is taken back. He stands with a towel wrapped around his waist, wet curls stuck to his forehead and chest exposed. She had never seen him so naked, so wet, and she finds it slightly hard to breath. Harry pushes his hair back, and crosses his arms, Y/N had never really noticed his biceps up until this moment and she can’t help but stare.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked.

“You invited me,” Y/N says softly, diverting her attention back to his eyes, and she notices his glasses are gone, “are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you, just not in the mood,” Harry stated.

Y/N holds her arms up, in them lays a brown paper bag, “well I come with Chinese food, and movies, and love,” Y/N says softly, a small smile on her lips and Harry can’t refuse. He steps aside and she quickly makes her way in, he shuts the door behind her, “where are you glasses?”

“Getting fixed, I just put on some contacts,” Harry shrugs, “I’m just going to get dressed.”

Harry wonders off into his room and Y/N sets the food on the counter. She’s singing softly to herself when Harry comes down the stairs, he leans against the wall, propping himself on his shoulder and watching her. He’s wearing her favorite shirt, a simple grey shirt with the Pink Floyd logo on it, and some plaid lounge pants. Y/N turns giving him a smile.

“I like your hair without the gel,” she says, pouring some rice on to his plate, “’s nice.”

“Thanks,” Harry says.

“What did you do before I came over?” Y/N asked, pulling out the container with the eggrolls.

Harry pulls back a stool by the island and sits on it, “nothing, worked out, showered, then you came,” Harry shrugs.

He looks different without his glasses and hair pulled back and Y/N likes it. She likes the glasses, and his other style as well, but she loved this Harry the most. The Harry that was relaxed.

“I, uh, broke up with Jason,” Y/N says, keeping her eyes on the food in front of her.

Harry turns his head quickly (a little too quickly and he’s surprised he didn’t break his neck), Y/N avoids his gaze as she bites her lower lip. She looks a bit disappointed but Harry’s trying his hardest to not show his happiness. He hated Jason and he hated that Jason had taken Y/N away from him.

“Oh,” Harry says softly.

“Anyways, I guess I’m back to square one,” she says, handing Harry his plate and grabbing her own, “back to being single dog lady.”

“You have me,” Harry says.

Y/N smiles, plopping down on the seat next to him, “for now, until you find someone as amazing as you and you fall in love with her and I only see you once a month,” Y/N joked.

Harry chuckled digging his fork into his rice, the heat in cheek started to rise. Harry just wanted Y/N, not anyone else.


“Harry,” Y/N says softly.

She rests her head on his lap as his long fingers comb through her hair. Her eyes are on him and she’s playing with the hem of his hoodie that she had stolen out of his closet. Harry tears his eyes away from the screen and looks down at her, her lip in between her teeth.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Couldn’t you go for a warm cookie right now?” Y/N asks, and Harry laughs. He’s perfectly content without a cookie, but he knows Y/N wants one, and he couldn’t possibly say no to her.

“We have no cookies to make,” Harry says, “we’d have to go on a hunt and we aren’t even dressed properly.”

“So,” Y/N shrugs, “everyone we know is most likely drunk or high at this time of the night, please Harry,” she sits up on her knees, batting her eyes, her lips in a pout and Harry knows he’s about to go for a late night cookie hunt in his pajama’s.

“Okay,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes, “let’s go get some cookies.”

Y/N smiled, standing and grabbing his hand. Harry stumbles behind her and grabs his shoes.

The ride is silent, Y/N has her knees to her chest and Harry rolls his eyes, “it the air bag came out your legs would break,” Harry stated.

“Well then, drive safe,” Y/N says. She’s scrolling on her phone, picking a song to play when she looks up and over at Harry, one hand rest on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, his eyes focused on the road in front of them, “Harry,” she says, and he hums softly, “have you ever kissed anyone?”

Harry keeps his eyes ahead of him, “no,” he says.

“I wish I saved my first kiss for someone I really cared about,” Y/N says softly, “I always wanted it to be on my wedding day, or at least with the person I would marry but instead I kissed someone when I was drunk.”

“I want mine to be with someone special,” Harry says.

“Is there anyone you have in mind?” Y/N asks.

“Maybe,” Harry shrugs.

Y/N gasps, “Harry, you like someone and didn’t tell me? I tell you everything!” Y/N says, turning in her seat to look at Harry.

Harry blows a raspberry in the air, and he knows he’s gotten himself in a hole, “’s nothing for you to worry about,” he stated, “we’re graduating and I’ll probably see her once a year if not I’ll probably never see her again.”

“You don’t know that, oh Harry! Who is she? Come on, I’ll set you up,” Y/N says, wiggling her eyebrows, “I bet she’s amazing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Harry says.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”

“Well who is she?” Y/N asks, Harry stops in front of the red light and turns to look at Y/N. His eyes are soft and his lips in a frown, and Y/N knows.

She looks away, her eyes dropping to her lap, her lips forming into her own frown and she’s thankful that her hair falls like a curtain, blocking Harry’s eyes from her.


“What kind of cookies do you want?” Harry asks, he’s the first to break the silence.

Y/N stands behind him, picking at the sleeves of his hoodie. Her eyes on her feet which are covered in Harry’s too big shoes, she looks up, “do you really think that when we graduate you’ll never see me again?” she asked.

“There’s chocolate chip, sugar, pumpkin,” Harry mumbles, reading the different kinds.

Y/N frowns, “Harry, just because we graduate doesn’t mean we can’t be together.”

“Ah, oatmeal, that’s your favorite, right?” he asks, grabbing the yellow package, “and we’ll grab a chocolate chip one for me, oatmeal is shit.”

“Harry,” Y/N snaps, grabbing his arm, “stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not, I’m picking cookies,” Harry says.

“You can’t tell me you think we’ll never talk again and expect for me to be okay with that!” Y/N yells, she takes in a deep breath and she’s thankful that no one is in the store besides two workers and an older couple, “why would you ever think I would want to leave you?”

“I never said it was you,” Harry says, brushing past her and down the aisle.

“You didn’t have to, and you have no idea how I feel about you, so you don’t get to say that I would never like you, and you don’t get to act like I’m going to leave you the second I get my diploma,” Y/N says, the lump in her throat started to form and she tried hard to swallow it.

“Because you’re you, Y/N,” Harry says, turning to look at her, “you’re great, and when I leave you’ll make amazing friends and forget all about me, I’m studying back in London and my family will most likely follow me back, and you’ll stay here.”

“That’s not true-“

“But it is, girls like you, don’t like boys like me. The only reason we’re friends is because you needed help passing your class and then you felt bad for me,” Harry says, “I’m not fucking stupid, I know.”

“I’m friends with you because I like you,” Y/N says.

“Great, okay, now let’s go pay for these,” Harry huffs.

“Do you really like me?” Y/N asks, her voice is soft and she looks so small standing there. Her eyes watery and Harry knows she’s still upset.

“Y/N, let’s just pay for the cookies and go bake them, I’m tired,” Harry says.

“Harry-“

“Just drop it okay! It doesn’t matter, we aren’t going to be in contact with each other once I graduate we won’t see each other anymore.”

“I like you too,” Y/N says, sniffling, “I really like you. I like spending time with you, and being with you, and I knew I had feelings for you but I didn’t think you would feel the same way,” she says, “and I thought you would know by now that you’re my best friend and no matter where you go it doesn’t change that.”

“Y/N-“

“It just feels like-like that as point you’re the one who wants there to be no contact between us when we graduate, so I’ll make it easy on you, just don’t talk to me anymore,” Y/N says.

Y/N starts walking ahead of him and Harry frowns.

“Y/N, come on,” Harry sighs, running behind her, “let’s not fight-“

He stops when he sees Y/N tear stained cheeks, “how am I not supposed to be upset when my best friend is dead set on never seeing me again after high school,” Y/N cries, hiccups slipping past her lips and Harry feels his chest tighten.

“Shh, come on, let’s go to the car,” he says softly, tossing the cookies on top of the ice cream and walking out of the store with her.

He helps Y/N get in the back seat and he slips in besides her. Y/N muffled sobs fill the car as she sniffles and uses the sleeves of Harry’s hoodie to wipe her eyes, “hey,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around her, “sh, it’s alright.”

“No it’s not Harry, you made it clear-“

“I was being an ass,” Harry cuts her off, rubbing her back, “I’m sorry.”

“Do you really believe that?” Y/N asks.

Harry shakes his head, “I don’t know Y/N, I never believed that you would even talk to me.”

“I don’t want us to end,” Y/N says softly.

Harry closes his eyes, resting his head on top hers, he can smell the coconut shampoo and he closes his eyes, “I’m in love with you,” Harry admits, “and I guess I kept telling myself it was okay that you didn’t feel the same way, because in a couple months it wouldn’t matter.”

“You don’t know how I feel, you never told me,” Y/N says, she scoots back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands, “and I wish you had told me sooner, because I feel the same way Harry.”

Y/N places her hand over his, sniffling still, “I want to be with you, and I’m taking a gap year anyways, and I’ve always wanted to travel you know? I don’t think we should let college stop us from being together Harry,” Y/N says, “I don’t want anything to stop us from being together. You’re my best friend.”

“I don’t want you to say this because you feel bad-“

“I’m not, I’m in love with you Harry,” Y/N admits, biting her lower lip and letting her gaze fall to her lap, “and I want to be with you. For once, don’t over think it.”

Harry’s hand comes under her chin, “I think any fight is worth it as long as you’re with me,” Harry says softly.

“Promise,” Y/N asks.

Harry nods, “I’ve never done this before,” Harry whispered when she leaned closer.

“That’s okay,” Y/N whispers back, “I’ve never kissed anyone I’ve loved either.”

Y/N’s lips are soft, and her touch is gentle. Harry finds that it’s not hard, because nothing with Y/N is ever hard, she makes things easy, and he’s more than grateful for her. He likes how soft her lips are and how she’s careful with every movement, he likes how her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he realizes that he really fucking loves Y/N.

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Prompt; pastel!dan & punk!phil. New kid in school hits on pastel!dan, (maybe calls him twink or implies he could take care of him better), and it winds up a protective punk!phil, and dan has to distract him 😏

Thank you for this blessing. Includes public sex, toys, and exhibitionism. If you  have issues getting past the cut in mobile, open in your web browser by doing this.

Dan smooths down the back of his pleated peach skirt, pale purple fingernails lingering by its hem to ensure it doesn’t ride up too far as he bends forwards. He’s honestly not too stressed about showing the entire hallway the white G-string he’s wearing underneath, but the risk of revealing the obvious bump of the plug nestled inside him is a little too much, even for him. With his free hand, Dan fishes out the load of textbooks from his silver satin backpack, piling them on the empty shelf of his locker. When he’s rid his bag of any books that aren’t necessary for first or second period, he stands back up, blowing a stray lock of straightened brown hair from his eyes.

‘Damn,’ a voice says, and Dan startles at both its unexpectedness and close proximity. ‘With a view like that, I was kinda hopin’ you weren’t ever gonna stand up.’

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Imagine Jensen showing to Misha and the fans what you, his fiance, love most in him.

“Hi, uhm my question is actually for the lady of the show that we all love very very much and appreciate, (Y/n).” a fan said with a bright smile and you giggled.

“Aw thank you so much, sweetheart! You know I love you all too!” you blew a kiss to her, making her smile even more.

“Of course we all love her, do you see this woman?!” Jensen exclaimed with wide eyes and a grin as wide as it could get, motioning with both his hands “I always agreed to the moto ‘Nobody’s perfect’ but damn my whole life proved to be a lie when I met this beauty!”

You giggled as you shook your head at your fiance’s words “And apparently Jensen’s favorite thing to do ever since that first meeting is make me blush fifty shades of red!” you bit your lip as you glanced at him to see he had that lovestrucksmile on his face as he giggled slightly. Well, at least his expression mirror yours.

“You know you love it too!” he said with a shrug, leaning in to kiss your temple as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders “But, just so we can get it straight-” he turned to face the fans “Y'all I know how much you love this one, oh trust me I know better than anyone, but I am her number one fan, got it? Good.” he nodded his head firmly before chuckling.

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Late Night Magic | Part 1 | LOKI LAUFEYSON X READER

Description: Nightmares are a common occurrence for the reader as her power emanates darkness and danger. This leads to an odd connection between her and Loki who resonates with her through 2:30 am conversations.

Author’s Note: This is my first Loki fic and it’s highkey trash. I saw Thor: Ragnarok this weekend and haven’t been able to get this dam god of mischief out of my head since. So yea that’s how this was born because I couldn’t focus on my homework until this was done lmao. Anyways, as always I appreciate feedback so tell me what you think! Part 2 maybe? Until next time my dudes.

Word Count: 1531

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With my breath caught in my throat, I sat up straight in my bed with a start. Gasping for air and trying to even out my breathing, I ran a hand through my (Y/H/C) hair and closed my eyes, clearing my thoughts.

Rubbing my eyes wearily, I turned my head slightly to the right and sighed dejectedly at the flashing red numbers of my nightstand clock that read 2: 37 am. I proceeded to stand up out of my bed shakily and walk over to my bedroom door stealthily.

I walked on the balls of my feet as to not make any noise, wondering down the hall into the living area of the Avengers Tower. My feet unconsciously brought me to the wall of windows that overlooked the city. I found myself staring dazedly down at the still busy streets of New York as my heart rate slowed back to normal.

“And what are you doing up at this hour of night?” a deep voice pierced the silence from behind me.

I turned around quickly and raised my hands defensively, drawing in a quick breath. My gaze fell upon a dark figure who was sitting on the sofa behind me with what appeared to be a book. I relaxed slightly and let out a sigh of relief when I recognized the familiar face of a prince of Asgard.

“Oh Loki… it’s just you. You scared the living shit out of me you know,” I whispered huskily, clearing my throat slightly.

Loki closed his book and sat it down on the coffee table in front of him, leaning back into the couch nonchalantly. “I can tell,” he replied glancing at my hands. “Would you mind turning those things off?”

I looked down and saw black flames erupting from hands like fireworks. Letting out a slight chuckle, I shook my wrists, extinguishing the black flames. “Why might I dare say that you, a literal god, is scared of my dainty mortal hands,” I quipped raising an eyebrow.

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Church of One

An American Gods/Hannibal mashup for Fuller Fest. (Eventually going to post on ao3)


“The next one we’re going to is out in the sticks,” Wednesday said. “This time of year, they’ll be at their summer home in Montana. When it gets colder, they head for the warmer climes. The Florida Keys. Too bad its not winter.”

Shadow said nothing. They were going there for business, not a vacation.

“This man we are going to see…It could go either way,” Wednesday continued. “He’s a mixture of old and new; born out of brimstone, but suckled at the teat of Media. He could be an important ally.”

“If you can get him,” Shadow said.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow.

“I mean if he suckled at Media’s…teat..or whatever, will he want to turn against her? Isn’t she like his mother?”

Wednesday chuckled. “Relationships between parents and children can be fraught with conflict. I hope to agitate those feelings.”

“Stirring the shit as usual?”

“Stirring the shit,” Wednesday agreed. “Seeing what floats to the top.”

The last stretch of road was little more than a footpath through the trees. Shadow thought they would have to get out and walk at any moment, but somehow the large car kept finding a way between the trees until they finally came to a small cabin sitting in a clearing. Half a dozen dogs came from around the back, barking and rushing the car.

“Shit!” said Shadow and barely pulled his door closed in time as a husky mix jumped up and braced his front paws against the driver’s side window.

A sharp whistle from the cabin called the dogs away from the car. A dark-haired man stood on the porch, hands in pockets, watching sternly as the pack ran up the stairs to join him. However, for all his serious expression and scarred face, he didn’t look like a child of brimstone.

“You can come out,” the man on the porch said. Shadow opened his door slowly, waiting for the dogs to rush them once more, but they stayed seated at the man’s feet.

“Thanks for calling off the hounds,” Wednesday said as they mounted the porch.

The man eyed the wooden box Shadow was carrying and, still unsmiling, said. “He’s waiting for you inside.”

The cabin was small and the front door opened directly into the main room. There was a fireplace on the far wall, and although it was a warm day there was a fire roaring in it. A man sat in front of the fire, but slightly to the side, so he was half in shadow and half illuminated by the flames. The firelight played over the severe planes of the figure’s face and the knife-sharp pleat in his trousers.

“Come in,” the man said, his voice resonant with a strange accent Shadow couldn’t place. He leaned over and turned on a lamp and Shadow could see him better. The severe bone structure was still there, but with the full light on him, he was softened somewhat and  looked like a normal, if fastidious man. He was wearing navy blue slacks, dress shoes, and a smoothly-ironed electric blue shirt that lost none of its formality by having the top button left undone.

“I brought a gift for the host.” Wednesday motioned for Shadow to hand over the tributes: a single white truffle, sealed tight in a glass jar with a cork and red wax seal, and a bottle of wine still in the wooden crate they transported it in. On the way here, they had swaddled it like a baby so the ride wouldn’t shake up the sediment.

Their host stood to receive it.

“It’s a good vintage,” he said, using his thumb to wipe dust from the label. “Just barely. Its teetering on the edge of being overblown. We should drink this soon. Maybe tonight.”

“It needs to settle,” Wednesday said. “From the trip.”

“Would you at least stay for dinner? Will and I don’t often have guests.”

“Absolutely not,” Wednesday said with a smile. Curiously, the other man did not seem to take offense to that. “Unfortunately, we are in a bit of a time crunch.”

“I heard,” their host sat and indicated a chair next to his for Wednesday to sit in. “I don’t have another chair. How rude of me. Should I have my consort bring you one?”

“I like to stand,” Shadow said.

Their host nodded deferentially then turned to Wednesday. “Are you here to ask for my help? I’ve heard you’ve been supplicating all over the country and finally you find your way to me. I don’t know why I should consider helping you. Would you even want my help? I’m so far down on your list.”

“That’s more a function of geography than lack of respect,” Wednesday said. “Of course I respect you. You are the newest old deity I know. An old soul in a glossy new package. You could play an integral part in the war that is coming, the fight for the hearts and minds of this land. Let’s face it, you could only exist here, in this country, with a 24-hour news cycle and tabloid journalists scrabbling for profundity. But they have the depth of a wading pool and the attention span of a mayfly.” Wednesdays voice got low. “They are already forgetting about you. Last week there was a man in Florida who bit his girlfriend’s tongue off while they were fucking because he wanted to know what it would taste like.”

“Chewy, I would guess.” the man looked up at Shadow with a ghost of a smile on his lips. “At least they usually are, in my experience.”  Shadow felt a chill in the overheated room.

“They are already forgetting about The Ripper,” Wednesday said.

“They will never fully forget about me,” he said. “I will be feared in nightmares and taught in classrooms–”

“In a few years you will be on internet listicles with names like ‘Ten Shocking Killers You’ve Never Heard Of.’”

Shadow saw the anger flare up in the man’s eyes, although he remained perfectly still and otherwise expressionless.

“Such meager offerings,” Wednesday said. “Not what you deserve.”

“I have all the worshipers I need,” the man said. “I have my consort who is totally devoted to me.”

“One person? I think you are losing sight of the big picture here.”

“I have a foot in both camps, Wednesday,” he said. “So I have carved out a space for Will and myself that is in neither camp.”

“You make running from the cops sound like a utopia of your choosing.”

“I don’t believe discretion and prudence are the same as cowardice.”

Wednesday leaned forward. “What about the blood sacrifice? What about the meat that is passed through the fire?”

“I told you, my consort is very devoted,” he said. “When I want meat, I have it. Do I want a million people to have a vague idea of who they think i am or one person who knows me totally and would do anything, sacrifice anything to me and for me, up to and including his very life?” Again, the man, this Ripper, looked up at Shadow. Shadow couldn’t understand how brown eyes could look so heat-fired and yet so cold. “I took Will’s child and still he loves me. I spilled his blood and still he loves me. I stripped everything from him, and he is still with me.” 

The Ripper turned back to Wednesday. “ You cannot offer me that sort of devotion if I help you, but I may lose it if you fail. So, no, I will not help you. The outcome of this war does not affect me.”

“Even if it means you become yesterday’s news?”

“Even so,” The Ripper said. “I have created an entire universe for my consort and I to rule.”

“Rule? Rule what? You only have one worshiper.”

“And one is all I need.”

With that, the Ripper stood and showed them to the door.

 Will was still out on the porch when they left, seated now in a rocking chair, with the dogs clustered around him.

“He’s not going to help you, is he?” he said.

Shadow paused, but Wednesday kept walking to the car.

“No,” Shadow said. “He..uh..declined that opportunity.”

Some of the dogs raised their heads, but Will made a sound through his teeth and they settled back down.

“I’m a lot like you, you know. Or I was,” Will said. “I was just a person, not even a particularly religious person at that. I didn’t know what I was getting into. When I finally figured it out, it was too late.” Will leaned down to scratch the ear of the nearest dog. “Tell me, Shadow, have you ever looked the devil in the face?”

Remembering The Ripper’s eyes, Shadow said, “I may have.”

“What if you liked what you saw?”

Shadow didn’t answer. He couldn’t imagine what Will must have gone through to get to this point, if he really was “just a person” to start with.

“You can still go back,” Shadow said. 

“Here’s where myth and reality divide,” Will said. His eyes were the same blue as a cloudless summer sky. “No on wants me back.”

“That can’t be true.”

“Everyone is either dead or glad to see me gone,” he said. “Besides, I keep him away.” He nodded toward the cabin. “I keep the beast sated.”

“Can’t someone else do it?”

“No,” he said. He smiled, looking happy about that. “They tried and they’ve died. And here is where myth and reality converge again: I wouldn’t want to go back even if I could. I’m not bound to his underworld because I ate his food. I eat his food and live in his world because I am bound to him. Nothing else matters.”

“Are you trying to warn me or something?” Shadow asked.  He didn’t want to talk to this man any more. He could feel the fanatical devotion coming off of him in waves.

“Worship whatever gods you want, Shadow. But when you find one who worships you back? Run.”

Love Inversion Theory

A Peter Parker/Tom Holland Fic

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A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though. 

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“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”

Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.

It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”

The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”

You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.

And both of you cried by the end of the day.

So that was totally out of the question.

Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.

So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”

“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”

From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.

“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”

The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.

“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“

You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.

“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

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