Party Of One, Two, Three?

Party of one, two, three?

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I wrote this months ago, long before i made this blog and i accidentally found it when going through my things. I still enjoy the concept so i wanted to post it here. Tell me what you guys think, maybe ill write more for it, if its something you all want.

I know very little about the time period around WW2 in Brooklyn USA. So, this is just based off what I’ve read in fics and heard in videos about the time. This includes the treatment of the poorer people and the Irish. In my hc Steve is Irish and the Barnes family are Jewish and second-generation Romani, I don’t know much about Romani people in general. It’s not really mentioned a lot but it’s still a hc of mine.

Tw: Unsafe binding, Dysphoria

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love like ours

pairing: ron weasley x transmasc reader

summary: You’re pretty close to figuring out your gender identity… Thus, sleeping in the girls dorms makes you feel uncomfortable. You’re sleeping in the common room when a soft voice wakes you. 

warnings: feminine gendered language towards the beginning

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Newt Scamander X Male Reader

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Requested: This is my first ever request, so don’t judge if it isn’t detailed enough 🤣 but can you do one with Newt Scamander, who has a partner, who once in a while wears a skirt ? 🥺 it’s very early in the morning so I can’t come up with much.

Warnings: Fluff, some kissing, newt being a soft boyfriend, Theseus being a dumbass, reader wears skirts and likes to flirt.

Tags: @lapse-000

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Newt had spent his day buying food for his creatures, the majority of them already are stocked up for the year but most of them require special treatment due to there health. Newt had walked around all day buying what he needed, knowing that his significant other was keeping an eye on the creatures and making sure they are healthy and fed.

Both He and Y/n have been together for a few years now that Theseus, his older brother, is still surprised that they aren’t married yet. Newt had always told his brother that the two love each other very much but haven’t thought about marriage quiet yet, they were too distracted in there own lives and focused on the creatures. They didn’t need a marriage certificate or a pair of wedding rings to prove people that they loved each other.

The two are loyal and trustworthy, yes they’ve hard arguments here and there but nothing too serious that could cause them to break away from each other. So, everyday he has to remind himself that both he and Y/n are fine with there relationship.

As Newt arrived him, he makes sure to lock the door behind him. Not wanting any creatures to break loose again and wander around the city. The Hufflepuff kicks his shoes off, setting his case down as he looked up to see his older brother sitting in the kitchen, playing with the baby nifflers who had broke out again.

“Theseus, what are you doing here?” He blurts out, startling the older man as he approached him.

“Hello newt, I came to see you since I had the day off at work but Y/n told me that you were busy buying more food so, I instead stayed to help Y/n out and spend some time with him.” He explains, giving him a small smile as one of the nifflers hooked into his shirt button.

“Oh, that’s nice of you Thee but I think will be good for tonight.”

“Nonsense!” Both brothers are startled by Y/n’s voice, the two turn to see him standing by the doorway that lead downstairs, a big smile on his face as he held Pickett in his hand.

Newt’s eyes widen at his boyfriends appearance, face turning red as he takes notice of the skirt he is wearing. It wasn’t something he hasn’t seen before, his boyfriend always liked wearing things like that around the house, saying that it made him feel comfortable and easy to move around in. He never judged his lover, but he can’t help but feel shy and flustered each time he wears something so revealing.

Theseus on the other hand stares at Y/n and with his mouth open. The oldest brother has seen him dressed like that various times but still hasn’t grown used to it.

“O-oh, really?” Theseus coughs out and smiles.

“Of course! We could your help for the final check ups on the creatures. A few are still sick and now that newt was able to buy the medicine and food you can help us faster.” Y/n approached the table, sitting across from Thee as he sets Pickett in the table, watching the bowtruckle play with his fingers.

Newt gives Y/n a shy glance as his lover gives him a grin and crosses his legs, causing the skirt to move a little higher, revealing his thighs a bit more.

Newt knows how dangerous his lover can be when wearing a skirt, he’s a distraction to him and always teasing and flirting. Two things that Newt can’t stand due to his shyness. The two have slept together many times and have explored new things but he was always shy, each time they were in bed he was nervous to ask if he could be the one to take charge or if they can try something different.

Y/n knows that Newts biggest weakness is him wearing feminine clothing that would show off his skin, revealing a little too much to the point where the two would end up in bed all day and night.

“I wouldn’t mind helping a little longer.” Said Theseus, causing Y/n’s grin to turn into a big smile. “Wonderful! I’ll see you two downstairs!” He stands up and takes Pickett with him, placing the small creature on his shoulder as he skips down the stairs, causing his skirt to bounce up and down, revealing a little too much.

Newt is quick to slam the basement door, glaring at his brothers hungry eyes. “Stop it.” He hissed out, suddenly growing possessive as Theseus frowns. “Not my fault your boyfriend is attractive.” He stands from his seat, letting the nifflers take his button as they scurry away in hurry.

Theseus laughs at his little brothers expression. “Don’t worry newt, I won’t steal him from you.” He gives newt a pat on the head, treating him like a child again. “Just happy your happy.” Which was true, Theseus hated seeing his brother suffer from being alone and not having anyone, he was bullied at hogwarts and the adults never took him serious as he grew.

Now he has Y/n, someone he met during a ministry party that Theseus forced newt to attend. His little brother was very anti-social and netting Y/n that night was one of the best things he’s ever experienced. The man was gentle with his creatures and respected newts boundaries, never pushing him to do something he didn’t like. The first time he met Y/n he thought he was a women, due to his figure and the way he wore a dress that night.

Y/n had explained to newt that he enjoys dressing in womens clothing every once an while. He also wore male clothing. He didn’t care if people judged him by his looks or choice of clothing, it made him feel comfortable and it was who he was. Y/n had expected newt to be disgusted in him and to leave but instead the Shy man stayed with him, the two spoke about his creatures and danced the night away.

When Theseus saw the smile on his brothers face that night, he couldn’t help but feel proud of him of finally finding someone who understood him.

“Tell Y/n that I had to leave early and that I won’t be able to stay.” Said thee.

“But, you said—“

“I know what I said but, knowing Y/n he probably wants to spend time with you right now, so tell him that I apologize and that I will visit again tomorrow night.” Theseus tussles his brothers hair, chuckling at the pout he received before leaving the small home.

Newt sighs to himself, gathering up the nifflers as he carried them downstairs to place them back in there cage. He sees Y/n checking on the Demiguise, making sure that he is healthy and doesn’t require any medication. As the man gently touches the creatures, the demiguise keeps himself busy by playing with his skirt, his fingers grazing against the fabric as he nuzzled against it.

“You like it?” He hears Y/n ask the creatures as he earns a coo in response, making him laugh. “I’ll make you a blanket out of the same material, okay?” The creature nods, once his check up is gone he is quick to rush away.

“I think you’ve given him enough blankets.” Said Newt, approaching him with a small smile ok his face as Y/n laughed. “I know but I like to spoil him.”

“You’ve made him four already.” Newt reminds him. “I told you not to pick favorites, creatures don’t like that.”

Y/n huffs. “Not my fault he’s adorable.” He crossed his arms, giving him a pout. Newt chuckles, giving his cheek a peck.

“Where’s Theseus?”

“He had some business to attend, said he’ll visit tomorrow.”

“Damn, I really wanted to head the gossip he had for me.” Y/n leans forward, lying his head on newts shoulder as he wraps his own arms around his waist. “You and my brother spend too much time together, soon he’ll try to convince you to work for him.”

“Please.” He laughs out. “I don’t think office work is for me, I’d probably quit on the first day or do something to get myself fired but of course, Theseus would be my boss and would try to find ways to convince me to stay.” He groans out. “Your brother is too soft.”

“That is true.” Newt agrees, his brother is soft hearted and is only strict when needing to be, but that happens rarely.

As the two stand in the room hugging each other, enjoying each other company he can’t help but pull him closer, glancing down at the skirt as he sighs.

Y/n smirks against his shoulder. “Do you like the skirt?”

“It fits you well, just a bit shorter than usual.” He mumbles out. “Are you trying to distract me again? You do know that my deadline for my book is soon.”

The other giggles, pulling away from newt to gently stroke his hand against his cheek, giving his lips a soft kiss. “You should know that I love to distract you.” He mumbled against newts lips as he whimpers. This wasn’t the first time he’s missed a deadline because of his damn gorgeous boyfriend who was always finding ways to distract him.

“I don’t like it.”

“Mm, you love me.” Y/n teased out, pulling newt towards the nearest chair, pushing him back as he straddles his lap and peppers his neck with kisses.

“Y/n.” He whines out, placing a hand on his hip as he grips it softly while the other hand trailed up his thigh and under the skirt.

Y/n is quick to stop his hand. “Not yet.” He whispers against his ear, giving it a small bite as he grinds down against him, making him groan out in pleasure and throwing his head back. Y/n smirks at his success as he pulls him into a deep kiss.

“Good boy.” He whispers, pulling away while his fingers played with Newts bow tie, untying it slowly as he hums to himself. “Let’s finish taking care of the creatures, go upstairs and finish your drafts, then will head to bed.”

Newt moans. “Don’t be cruel.” He whines out. “Not today, like you said. I’m a distraction so I’ll make sure not to distract you.” He finished removing the tie, setting it aside as he gives newt one last kiss and moving himself off his lap. “Back to work.” He pats his thigh, walking off with a mischievous grin on his face.

Newt watches him bend down to attend some of the creatures, causing his skirt to lift up. Newt blushes deeply and covers his face, groaning into his hands. It was going to be a very long day for him.

𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin

pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )

author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.

Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.

So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.

She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.

Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.

When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.

“Are these books from Hagrid?”

The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.

He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.

“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.

“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.

Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”

“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.

“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”

A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”

“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.

“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.

You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.

Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.

Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.

Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.

You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.

“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.

“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”

However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.

Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.

Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”

The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”

“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.

For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.

“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”

Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.

How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?

Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.

Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.

“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.

“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.

“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.

All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.

“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”

“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”

Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.

“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.

Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.

Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.

Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.

Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.

“(Y/n)?”

His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”

“Why are you so affectionate with me?”

Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”

He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.

Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.

You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.

Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”

Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”

You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”

Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.

Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.

When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.

Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.

“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”

The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.

Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.

“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”

“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.

“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.

There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.

“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.

“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”

“Wait, someone told you that?”

“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”

You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”

For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.

And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.

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The Anomaly

Fandom: ITSV/ATSV

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Gn! Anomaly! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: Miguel being angry, lying, ANGST, misgendering (referred to as an “it”)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: re-Posted from my old account.

The love and admiration in their eyes spoke wonders across the room as Y/N stared at their beloved. Their boyfriend, the one and only Pavitr Prabhakar, sat across the room from them. Pavitr’s eyes were currently focused on his worksheet, trying his best to answer every question on the sheet. Their own worksheet sat ignored. It had been two weeks since they had fallen in love with Pavitr. Four weeks since they had arrived in this strange, foreign world. As much as they missed their own universe, they had to admit that this universe had some advantages.

A sudden noise caused them to look up, making direct eye-contact with their teacher. “Staring at Mr Prabhakar does not help you finish your worksheet.” She said, causing Pavitr to glance up and hide a smile, his face darkening with embarrassment. Y/N blinked, the teacher’s words playing over in their head before they realized what she meant and coughed awkwardly, eyes darting down to their paper. The bell rang as soon as they finished their final question and they turned it in quickly, giving an awkward smile to the teacher, who in turn gave them a glare.

They left the class quickly after that, only stopping when their boyfriend wrapped his arms around their waist, pressing his lips to their cheek. “Hey, beautiful.” He murmured, “Had fun staring at me in class?”

They shoved him away playfully, “Oh, shush.” They laughed, “Like you’ve never stared.”

“Sure I have, but I’ve never been caught.” His eyes twinkled in amusement. His touch left their waist as he twisted them around, allowing them to face each other. He opened his mouth to say something, but his watch beeped. He cursed quietly. 

Their eyes followed his wrist, “What’s wrong?” “I have to go.” He said quickly. “I’ll meet you after school, okay?”

“Jaanu, what do you mean, it's the middle of the school day!”

“My, uh, my auntie needs me for something!” He quickly said, trying to get away from the conversation, “It won’t take long, promise!” He was gone before they could say another word. 

Concern laced his features as he stared at his watch, mumbling to himself, “No, no, no, please, no.” He quickly revealed his suit from under his school uniform and took to the skies, swinging to directly where the portal would be formed.

When he got there, the portal was already open and his boss had stepped out already, waiting for him. “Pavitr. You had a job.” Miguel said before he had even landed.

“Hey, can’t we just talk-”

“No!” Miguel hissed, turning to face the young Spider-Man. “You had one job. You said you were able to handle this on your own, so I let you. I gave you the watch and all the means to take care of the anomaly. And where is it?”

“Them.”

The older man’s eyes glared into the other’s. “It. It was supposed to be gone two weeks ago. I gave you time and patience. I had faith in you. But you failed, Pavitr. Where is the anomaly?”

Pavitr panicked, his brain racking up excuses, “Miguel, come on, they aren’t an anomaly! You must be wrong!” He tried to explain.

“No, there is nothing wrong. Where is it or I will take care of it myself.”

“No, no, I won’t let you hurt them-”

Miguel shook his head, “You don’t have a choice anymore.” With a sudden movement, he was gone, leaving Pavitr to frantically look around. He tried to spot the bigger man, but he was nowhere to be seen. With a new sense of mission, Spider-Man took to the skies, praying he made it to his beloved before Miguel did.

The final bell of the day rang and Y/N was relieved. They immediately stepped outside of the class, following the crowd of students out of the schoolhouse. They pulled out their phone, texting their boyfriend as they walked to the apartment they had been calling home. They walked without paying much attention until they ran into something, or someone. Before they had the chance to apologize, the person they ran into grabbed their wrist, forcing them into an alleyway. 

“Hey, what’s the deal, man?!” They hissed, trying to free their arm. “Look, I don’t have any money!” The man shoved them against a wall, shooting webs at them to keep them still. 

The man looked at them, revealing that he was wearing a mask similar to the one of the city’s Spider-Man. It was different though. It was wrong. “You do not belong here.” He said, his voice sounding mean.

They tried to stay calm, confident that nothing would happen, but their terrified tone betrayed them, “I don’t- What are you talking about?”

A voice replied from above, “Miguel, stop!” They looked up, seeing the real Spider-Man, Mumbattan’s hero. “You don’t want to do this.”

Miguel, as Spider-Man called him, chuckled darkly, “You don’t know what I want.” He turned to look back at the person trapped on the wall. “You know you’re different. You knew it was too good to be true, yet you still put him under your curse. Release him now.”

“Release who? What are you talking about?!”

Spider-Man landed beside Miguel, “They didn’t do anything, leave them alone.”

Miguel ignored him, “You are an anomaly. You don’t belong in this universe. He,” The man gestured to the masked hero beside him, “was tasked with taking you back where you belonged. But, in his master plan, he let you fall in love with him. He let you depend on him. Which, congrats on his part. That is cruel. His plan is taking too long, though. So, here I am to speed up the process. Pavitr, restrain it.”

The name caused a silent gasp to escape Y/N lips. “No, that’s not true. Pav loves me.” They said, causing the Spider-Man lookalike to shake his head. With anger seeping through his blood, he stomped over, yanking the mask off of the real Spider-Man, revealing Pavitr. “Pav, what? You- Is he telling the truth?”

“No! Well, yes, but no!” 

“Which is it, Pavitr, yes or no?” Their tone changed, facing heartbreak was never easy.

Pavitr panicked, walking closer to you, “It started off as me trying to bring you in, but I fell for you. I love you!”

“Don’t lie to it, Pavitr. Detain it, now.”

Feeling trapped in his own universe, he stepped forward, towards the already trapped Y/N. Their eyes were wide, terrified of the scene in front of them. “What? Pav, please, tell me you’re lying. Tell me this is just a big prank! Haha, so funny, Gayatri, you can come out now!” Their voice was becoming more and more frantic.

Pavitr was scared. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move. Miguel rolled his eyes. With a quick tap of his wrist, a portal opened up. “Come on, grab the anomaly and let’s go.” With a heavy heart, Pavitr walked over to his beloved.

They flinched when his hand touched their cheek. “Mera pyaar,” he mumbled. “Please, forgive me.”

“No.” They mumbled, trembling as he wrapped the webs around them tighter. “No, I trusted you! I thought you loved me! How could- How could you do something like this?” Their voice fell into a whisper. “I thought you were the one.” 

Pavitr stopped, trying to pull Y/N into a hug, but Miguel rolled his eyes again, yanking them forward and having them fall face-first into the portal. Miguel stared at the younger boy. “I’m sorry, Pav. This is what we do, though. Because this is your first mission, I will give you one last chance. No more screw ups.” And with that, he walked through the portal, leaving Pavitr to stare at the empty alleyway, praying this was a dream and that Y/N would greet him on the way to school in the morning. 

But it wasn’t. And they never did.

Can I request a Iida x male reader with a skin problem? Like every time they finish training or after a stressful event the reader's skin would inch then they would scratch it, red blotches would appear on their chest, stomach, back. The reader insecure about them and hate their body, so in the locker room Denki points them out which they realize and start to become insecure and the itching becomes unbearable. They make an excuse then Iida becomes worried about his classmate then hears quiet cries in their door, Iida asks to come in then sees them curled up on their bed scratches their skin harshly which Iida quickly stops them. Iida confronts them and tries to comfort them.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰LOVE YOUR WRITING BYE THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Aaaah thank you! This request was very fun, and I do love me some iida~ I feel bad for antagonizing kaminari once again in my fics tho 😅😅

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Iida x reader - Don’t Itch Your Neck

⚠️warnings - two (2) mentions of itch attacks, one in the beginning and one at the end (sorry, didn’t know the word for it) kaminari being insensitive to reader.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

It should be common sense. Why would you ever compare someone to something as wickedly as a villain? It’s rude and distasteful, and you’re practically saying they’re just as bad as illegal thugs and murderer.

But as (Y/n) mindlessly scratched the itch on his neck, a normal itch, not one caused by his skin condition, a villain who terrorized their school at USJ suddenly popped up on the news channel he was watching on his phone.

“-Villain known as Shigaraki Tomura, the alleged ring leader of the League of Villains, has last been seen atop of a high building.” His phone buzzed. He stopped writing answers onto his notebook, as well as unconsciously scratching harder at his neck while turning his attention to the news channel on his phone propped up on Iida’s bed.

Iida would come back any second, telling him to get back to studying, but hey, he’s doing something productive like watching the news, right? Watching news is productive, right? Apparently, it was a special on Shigaraki, and knowing more about villains as a future hero is good, right?

“Shigaraki is estimated to be in his 20’s, and he is commonly seen in disputes against U.A, especially first-year hero class 1-A.” Yep, that was them alright. The news castor continued.

“It is also estimated that Shigaraki has some sort of skin condition, or due to his quirk his skin seems to be very dead and brittle.” The screen cut to some surveillance footage zoomed in on Shigaraki, clawing at dry blotches covering his neck.

His scratched-up, blotchy neck looked uncannily similar to (Y/n’s), especially with the way he was scratching it while being confronted by heroes. It must’ve been caused by stress too. (Y/n’s) skin would burn under the pressure of stress, and he couldn’t help but scratch all over.

(Y/n’s) neck decided to flare up at the sight of Shigaraki. Does that mean he was similar to a villain? He had some sort of trait that was identifiable with a villain? One that attacked his school, no doubt? He scratched his neck harder, bringing up his other hand to scratch the other burning side. Does that mean he was like Shigaraki?

(Y/n) let out a whimper. The itchiness would only scream more if he retracted his hands from his neck. He rubbed his skin raw, scratching so hard he could’ve swore there was blood starting to seep out from his neck.

The door to Iida’s dorm room clicked open silently. (Y/n) paid no mind to it, more focused on the unbearable itch on his neck and the tears clumping at his eyes.

“...(Y/n)-kun? Are you alright?” Iida’s voice broke through the small breaths and scratches of (Y/n), making him look up slightly with blurry eyes. When (Y/n) said nothing, Iida immediately dashed into his bathroom, looking for a small container of ointment.

Iida timped back into the room with a tiny white container in his hands, unscrewing the cap and placing it on under the container. He sat down on his bed, next to (Y/n).

“(Y/n)-kun...I need you to remove your hands, please.” (Y/n) whimpered out a weak, pained “No...” Iida pursed his lips.

“I promise it’s only for a second, it won’t itch.”

“It-it won’t stop-!” Blood was starting to drip down (Y/n’s) nails. Iida winced, quickly shuffling to the bedside table to grab a tissue from a half-filled tissue box. He returned calmly, sitting down next to (Y/n).

He gently set his hand on top of one of (Y/n’s), testing the waters and gently urging him to pull away. “It will only be for a second, love.” He said, with the tissue in his free-hand and the cream resting on a book laying on the bed.

(Y/n) let him pull away his hand, and Iida immediately went up to dabbing the tender, red area of his neck. There wasn’t much blood to begin with, only a few drops, but Iida didn’t want to take the risk of rubbing in the ointment while there was blood on his neck. He dipped his fingers into the white cream of the container, gently cupped (Y/n’s) cheek with his dry hand, and blotted the reddest parts of his neck as gently as he could.

(Y/n) eventually cooled down, the cold substance of the cream as well as the medicine inside it enough to soothe his nerves. Iida hummed.

“How are you feeling?” Iida earned a hum of satisfaction in reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

(Y/n) paused for a second, before patting the bed around for his phone. His hand eventually landed on it, and he turned on the newscast in hopes they were still playing the same topic they were on to show Iida. Iida bent over slightly to examine (Y/n’s) phone screen.

“...a villain? The one who attacked us at USJ?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He also probably has a skin condition that makes him all itchy too....the news said it and they played a video of him scratching his neck—and I don’t wanna be like that-“

“Ah...I understand. I understand how upsetting it must be to share something in common with a villain.”

“It’s not just that, though...” (Y/n) sighed. “Because of the scratching, I have all these ugly red blotches on my body...and it makes me look scary...I don’t want my skin to end up like his either...”

Iida hummed. He set a hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “I can assure you, you are nothing like a horrible villain such as him. I’m sure there are many heroes with conditions such as your own!”

(Y/n) bit back a smile. He downcast his head, trying to avoid touching his sensitive neck as much as he could.

“Thank you...”

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Hero training.

(Y/n) dreaded hero training.

The class itself wasn’t so bad, no. No, it was before and after hero training. Where he’d have to change into his hero costume, and change out of it after class was done.

When he did that, everyone could see the ugly red splotches or red scratch marks that made it look like a cat attacked him nonstop. He always made it a point to get in and out of there as fast as he could so no one would ever bring up the rough skin plastered on his body.

But luck didn’t seem to be on his side today.

(Y/n) tore off his hero costume, eager to get out of there as soon as possible. Or at least have something covering him by the time every one else arrived. Of course, Iida was there—he could never beat him first to the locker rooms somehow—but he trusted his boyfriend enough to let him change in the locker room while his vulnerable, spotty body was exposed.

But just as he had every single article of his hero clothing off, leaving him in his underwear, he heard footsteps rattling closer, before the door to the changing room swung open. His stomach dropped.

“Yooo! (L/n)! What’s-oh?” Kaminari’s boisterous voice dug pits in (Y/n’s) guts. He slowly turned around, doing his best to cover his torso with his U.A button-up shirt as he did so. He saw Kaminari standing a few good feet away from him, as the boys of 1-A began filing into the locker room. (Y/n) glanced at Iida, his anchor in a situation like this, before catching his apologetic expression.

“Dude...did Tokoyami really fuck you up that bad in trainin’ today?” Kaminari pointed at the red marks nipping at (Y/n’s) forearms and legs. Sure enough, he sparred with Tokoyami today, but that wasn’t really the cause.

Tokoyami turned around. He shook his head. “Dark shadow cannot inflict such...scratches. And if he did he should be in Recovery Girl’s office instead of the locker rooms.”

(Y/n) silently wished Tokoyami would just take the bait and say it was Dark Shadow. Because Kaminari wouldn’t be rubbing his chin and saying,

“So then what’s all that?” While gesturing circles to the rough, red skin on (Y/n’s) body.

“S’nothin...that’s all...” (Y/n) quietly mumbled. He turned around swiftly, shrugging on the button-up of his uniform and trying to button it up with shaky fingers.

Hands reached down from behind (Y/n) and grabbed his wrists, lifting them high above his head and twirling him around.

“Duuuude! They’re all over your stomach too!”

“Please...lower your voice, Kaminari-kun.” Iida voiced as kindly as he could, not facing (Y/n) to at least spare him one less pair of eyes that were staring at his red-blotched body.

Kaminari’s eyes were plastered onto the red scratch marks and flaked skin on (Y/n’s) barely-buttoned shirt, while (Y/n) wriggled his hands free from his grasp. He completely ignored Iida’s request.

He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, still sensitive from yesterday’s...incident and certainly still itchy. The itch was coming back.

He started pawing at the growing itch on his neck, his back pressed against the locker door as he tried to reach for his pants with his free hand.

He started pulling them on the best he could with one hand, not hearing the growing voice of Kaminari asking about why he was itching his neck; or the quiet protests from Iida. Once his pants were sloppily hanging from his waist, his hand flew up to scratch another forming itch right under his eye.

Kaminari suddenly clapped his hands together, looking very appealed all of a sudden. “Dude! I just realized who you looked like!”

“Kaminari-kun, thats-“

“Remember that villain who attacked us at USJ? Shigaraki? The one who kept scratching at his neck and stuff? I think they did a special on him on the news yesterday!”

“Kamina-“

“You look exactly like him!” Kaminari chuckled. “The scratching-“

Iida abruptly slammed his locker door shut. The loud bang it produced shook waves across the locker room, loud enough to silence every one there. Kaminari flinched in surprise, along with everyone else in the changing room.

“...Shut the fuck up, Kaminari.”

Silence ensued the once talkative changing room. All eyes fixated on Iida, a dead scowl on his face that replaced the mighty rule-abiding gaze he wore. The use of no honorific for the first time was absurd, but hearing Iida tell Kaminari to ‘shut the fuck up’ really took the cake. Iida was glaring dull daggers at Kaminari, who was standing there staring back with awkward eyes.

(Y/n) took that opportunity to mumble a quiet “I have to use the bathroom..” and slip out from in front of Kaminari, and slink out of the changing room. He buttoned up his shirt as quickly as he could, not caring about his long forgotten tie or blazer with the burning, unbearable itch that pulsed from his entire body.

He figured he couldn’t last in class like this.

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Iida sped-walked all the way to the U.A heights alliance. He was worried when (Y/n) didn’t show up to afternoon classes, but didn’t want to run in fear of immodesty on school grounds.

Though, he supposed it hardly mattered anymore, especially after his spiel in the locker room. He was so irritated he didn’t think to apologize until they got back to the classroom. And boy, did bowing hundreds of times, chittering “I apologize for my rude behavior!” Millions of times over again count as an apology.

Iida started sprinting, before ducking into the door and up the stairs.

He ran around the whole dorm building, in case (Y/n) was hiding in someone else’s room or the restrooms. No luck.

And he had no further luck until he passed by (Y/n’s) dorm room, hearing soft sobs and skritches from inside the room. Iida hummed, knocking on the door.

“(Y/n)-kun?”

The sobbing from inside (Y/n’s) room went silent. Iida set his hand on the doorknob.

“Please open the door. Or let me in, please.”

Iida was trying his best to keep his voice level, but inside he was probably just as panicked as (Y/n). Even though he knew (Y/n) kept his medicated cream in his room, Iida had grabbed the spare laying in his own just in case. The soft whimpers from inside the room resumed. Iida sighed.

“I’m coming in. Pardon the intrusion.”

The door the (Y/n’s) room softly clicked open, the light from the outside casting a strip of yellow light into the dark that was (Y/n’s) room. Iida took a moment to let his eyes adjust, before his red eyes fell onto the curled up ball of itching that was (Y/n).

Iida quietly sat down next to (Y/n) on his bed, who paid him no mind. He kept sobbing into the school uniform he never bothered to change out of, one hand under his button-up and the other scratching at the back of his arm. Eventually, his arms switched to scratch at his legs and his neck.

“It burns...it-it burns, Ten-“

“I know, I know,” Iida refrained himself from patting (Y/n’s) back, in fear he’d accidentally inflame that area. Instead, he calmly rose from the bed, walking briskly to (Y/n’s) closet. He opened it gently, shuffling through clothes and picking out a loose shirt and basketball shorts.

He laid them out on the bed. “Do you think you can put these on for me...? Oh, but before you put the shirt on, please allow me to apply your medication onto your stomach..”

(Y/n) briefly looked up to see Iida squatted down infront of him through his tucked-in knees. He looked from Iida to the clothes waiting for him on the bed.

Iida set a hand down on the mattress next to (Y/n). “I can turn around if you would like me to.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Iida stood up and faced the opposite side of his room. Waiting as he heard shuffles of clothes being removed and slipped on, accompanied by more itching, he alas heard the dry “m’done..” from (Y/n) he turned back around.

(Y/n) was scratching at his arms, his head turnt down and tears still cascading down his face. He was holding the shirt in in between one of his armpits. Red blotches and scratch-lines littered (Y/n’s) chest, arms, and legs. The irritated skin looked even more irritated as (Y/n) scratched and clawed at them even more.

“Thank you, handsome.” Iida cooed. “Are you comfortable with me applying it to your chest or would you like to do that on your own?”

“You can do it...I don’t...” (Y/n’s) voice died down, but Iida got the gist of what he was saying. He set (Y/n) back down to his bed, drawing the cream out from his possession and popping off the cap.

After smearing on a generous amount to his chest, his forearms, and his calves, (Y/n) was able to stop scratching for just a bit. It soothed the burning itch for only just a bit, though.

Iida brought his cream-covered fingertips to (Y/n’s) red neck. He tilted it up, giving Iida access, as he rubbed gentle circles around it.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Iida said, not taking his eyes off of his current task. (Y/n) sniffed.

“...Do you think I act like Shigaraki? I know you said I didn’t...but you were just being nice, weren’t you?” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible over the sounds of his sniffles and hics. Iida pressed his lips into a fine line, making sure to coat every area of his neck before retracting his hand. “S’ok...you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

“(Y/n)-kun...darling, you know that’s absurd.”

“But it isn’t!” (Y/n’s) voice cracked. “Y’know-my body’s already all ugly and disgusting, I might as well become a villain especially because I look like one.”

“Just because you have these splotches on your body doesn’t make you any less handsome.”

“Stop lying, Tenya.”

“You know me, I don’t lie.” Iida placed his hands on his lap as (Y/n) carefully slipped on his shirt. “What kind of class representative would I be if I were a liar? I’m just stating facts like a good civilian.”

“And it’s a fact that (L/n) (Y/n) is the most beautiful, handsome, alluring boy I have ever laid my eyes on. Kaminari-kun took his ‘joke’ too far, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t qualify as a joke in the first place.”

Iida finally set his hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “Please don’t let his words get to your head. Your nothing like a villain, nor is your skin any less beautiful than you think it is. If you can’t love it yourself, I will just have to make sure to love you just as much to make up for it.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, before shifting closer to Iida and laying his head down against his shoulder. Iida smiled, reaching up to pat (Y/n) appreciatively on the head.

“Thank you, Tenya.”

‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

Because (L/n) (Y/n) was far from it.

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I apologize if I got any information wrong, I am not the best educated on topics such as skin conditions :((