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Knuckles Series - My Way

Okay, so overall, my whole family had fun watching it together, and there were things I liked about it, and things I thought could have been done better.

So how would I have handled the series?

Buckle up, this’ll get long.

We open the same way (without Sonic’s voiceover – let Knuckles explain things and get us into his mindspace) and see Knux training in his home-built obstacle course. Once he’s done, he feels victorious, before his smile drops and a new expression clouds his features as a thought occurs.

Now what?

He’s the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy. He’s bested countless opponents, survived harsh environments and any challenger who came forth. He successfully completed his quest to find the Master Emerald, allowing his tribe and ancestors to finally find peace.

But that’s something he can’t understand how to cope with.

Peace.

He’s never known it. All his life has been a struggle, a fight, a battle to be waged and won. Now that he is safe, without constant bounty hunters after him, without fearing being tossed into an arena to fight for his life, what does he do with himself? What’s next?

This is when he heads back to the house to ‘battle’ the handymen. Maddie tries to soothe things over, but they drive off, and she makes her way to Knux, who’s celebrating his victory over the ‘trespassers’ with Cool Ranch Doritos.

Now, instead of her getting frustrated and just walking off to talk to the others about the “little red barbarian”, she sits down with him and tries to have a real talk. Tries to get to know him, and understand him better. He’s still in the kind of arrogant, boastful, “I’m the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy” mindset, so he’s not really listening. But she tries.

Next thing you know, he’s on the roof with Ozzy and Sonic goes up to chat with him. He meditates, does the fighting pit and Iron Throne, and gets grounded. All that can stay the same.

Here’s where we diverge.

Sonic comes up, gives him the “Just relax” speech, and Knuckles does some grumbling about it before sitting near the Master Emerald. He vents a bit about how he can best any challenger, but doing nothing is harder than any battle he’s ever faced. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he prays to his ancestors for guidance.

The ME glows, and his father appears before him in a vision. Dad tells Knuckles he is so proud of him, and when Knux questions what he should do now, Dad tells him that the time for fighting is at an end. That echidna weren’t always warriors—they were protectors once, using their strength to keep those weaker safe.

Knuckles contemplates this, and asks what that means for him. He has already pledged his life to protecting the Master Emerald, what else is there?

His father smiles, and shakes his head.

“My son, there is so much you have missed as you journeyed to finish our quest. You were so young when I left you. Do you not remember the village? Our tribe? We had songs, and history, and traditions that brought us a sense of belonging and togetherness. We were more than a tribe. We were a family. A home. Any man is stronger when he has those he cares for at his side. Those he trusts.”

Knuckles bristles at this. “I was hunted for most of my life. Constantly searching. I have no home. No tribe. Not anymore. I am alone.”

Dad shakes his head again. “That is not true. But I fear you will not believe me, so you shall have to come to see that for yourself.”

Knux gives a harumph. “The honor of the echidna falls to me alone.”

“Our honor was tainted by the actions of some so long ago that the truth has become lost. Your quest is ended. Your fight, over. You’ve returned what was once used and lost by those with ill intent. Your actions are noble. That is where true honor lies.”

Silence settles for a moment, before Knuckles speaks again, softly.

“I miss you. I . . . was not prepared for what I found in my journeys.” He paused. “For what found me.”

“I know, my son. I curse my own stubbornness for not turning back once the battle looked too lost. For leaving you so alone. I beg your forgiveness for being such a fool.”

“You were a warrior. Your brothers in arms needed you.”

“I was a father first and foremost. My son needed me more.”

More silence. Knuckles looks so much younger now, his face relaxed and pensive, his body no longer rigid and proud. Now he’s just a lost child, missing his father, and unsure what his future holds.

“You must stop living your life for us,” his father says, his voice soft. “You’ve completed our quest, and I am proud of you for that. But this was not the life I wanted for you. I have seen how some can become so focused on battling to the death, they forget to live life in between. I want you to live, my son. I want you to find happiness and light in your world. I want you to seek out those weaker than you, and lend your strength to them.”

Knuckles is quiet for a moment.

“I have done things I am not proud of. Trusted those who betrayed me. Hurt people. Been tricked into helping those who are evil.”

“The fault lies with those who have tricked you, or betrayed you. Not with you for trusting them. You have a pure heart, my son. Like your mother. Do not let the actions of others cause that heart to grow cold.”

So they finish up their little heart-to-heart and Knuckles decides to take his father’s words to heart. No time like the present, so he sneaks out of the house to wander the town and see where he can help.

MEANWHILE

I haven’t gotten Wade’s story all figured out, but maybe he’s feeling particularly down today because it’s the anniversary of when his dad abandoned him. He tried to go to the bowling alley to try and recapture that feeling of being with his dad, but it’s not working and only making him more miserable. He gets smack talked by Susie (or whomever) and feels so dejected he just leaves.

Now, normally when Wade moves through town, he’s all smiles and greeting everyone. But today he’s quiet and sullen and walking like he’s got a little rain cloud above him. No one seems to really notice or care, but Knuckles notices and decides to follow.

He watches as Wade throws his bowling ball into the trash. Curious, Knux digs it out and follows him back to his house. Wade goes in, goes to the kitchen, opens the fridge to grab a beer, and when he closes the door Knuckles is just there, scaring Wade half to death. (I have a headcanon that Knux can be so stealthy he seems to just appear sometimes.)

Knuckles asks Wade what troubles him, which launches into the whole “I used to love bowling with my dad, until he just left” backstory. Maybe Wade’s been writing letters, trying to get his dad to contact him, to at least get an answer for why he left. But he’s never heard back.

Wade’s father’s abandonment is what’s caused Wade’s meek and people-pleasing personality. Maybe he thinks he angered his dad somehow or disappointed him and that’s why Pete left. So Wade never wants to do anything to anger or disappoint anyone else. But this way of life is making him miserable, because no one takes him seriously, and he’s treated like a joke. He knows this but doesn’t know how to change.

Knuckles sees the obvious answer. “If your father’s disappearance is what caused you to lose your confidence, then confronting him would help you gain it back.”

Wade’s not so sure, but lets Knux talk him into going on a road trip to Reno, where Pete’s competing in the Championship Bowling thing.

They still stop at Wade’s mom’s house—because his sister is a big reason he feels inferior—and his mom is exactly the same because I love her, but his sister has got to have a personality change. Maybe she’s always been jealous of Wade because he was the favorite child, or she’s a bit angry because Wade always held out some hope that Pete would come back (which in turn, gave their mother that hope, which Wanda never shared and thought a waste of energy). Wanda holds a lot of anger toward Pete for running out on them, and because Wade and Pete were so close, she transfers a lot of those bad feelings to Wade.

She’s not in the FBI. She’s not some bratty kid in a grown woman’s body, being a real bitch to Wade. But she has anger and bitterness toward Pete, and thinks Wade’s trip to see him is a waste of time. And maybe she pulls him aside and tells him this, as a way to try and save him from being hurt again. Maybe she even tells Knuckles that this is only going to end up making Wade feel worse.

As the siblings bicker and argue, making Mother Whipple feel bad, Knuckles has had it and declares that they will fight to hash out these negative feelings. He hands them both Nerf bats, and they just pummel each other as they spit out everything they’ve felt. Eventually an epiphany happens, and Wade yells “I just want to know that he didn’t leave because of me!”

Everyone freezes. Wade goes on to say that ever since his dad left, he’s always thought it was his fault. Because he wasn’t what his dad wanted. Because he did something wrong, or wasn’t good enough, or something. And he knows that Pete leaving hurt his mom, and his sister was mad at not only their dad but him too, so he tried to be ‘good’ and not make others mad. He was always afraid to be himself since then, because if his own dad didn’t like him, then what hope did that leave for anyone else to?

Wade felt forced to change who he was in order to survive. That’s something Knuckles can identify with.

Basically, the whole thing would be both of them coming to understand that family legacy doesn’t necessarily mean that’s who they have to be. That they can choose who they are, without some expectation hanging over them based on their ancestors. That their strength comes from within, not from being the best warrior (Knuckles) or having his father’s approval (Wade).

And that you can still find your home and family, even if it’s been a long time since you’d been part of one.

We don’t even necessarily have to have a dedicated antagonist in this. It could be a form of Man vs Self, where they find themselves in situations that their current behavior exacerbates.

If there is an external villain, maybe something a little different, like a collector of exotic animals gets wind of Knuckles being out of the protection of Green Hills, and sets out to nab him for himself. Or it could be someone who wants Knux for his secret fighting ring or something. This could bring up bad memories for Knux, of being captured and sold as a child, and forced to fight in arenas for the amusement of others.

All in all, instead of having GUN as the villain of the week (again), with some dude who’s using Knux’s own power against him (again), this could have had a more introspective feel that didn’t fall into the “kids have to fight some big baddie” trope. The enemy they’re both fighting is within themselves.

The whole point would be for Knuckles to realize that he didn’t HAVE to fight all the time, and discover that there’s more to him than just being the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy. That he’s allowed to have fun, to have preferences and new experiences that in no way have anything to do with training or besting others. That he’s allowed to discover who he is, and get back in touch with the child inside he’d been protecting all these years.

I want him to see things in wonder. I want him to explore the world, to be captivated by things he’s never seen before. To feel comfortable letting his guard down, being close with others, and just being a little silly.

I want him to learn that it’s okay to be a kid. And I want Wade to learn it’s okay to be a grown up. Because Knuckles grew up before his time, and Wade kept himself from growing up for fear of being like his dad, or being abandoned again.

I think there were some good kernels in the series, perfect for the fandom to take and run with.

I’m not sure how much I’ll play with the events of the series, but I have had some scenes with Callie meeting Wade’s family percolating.

#knuckles series #knuckles series spoilers #knuckles the echidna #wade whipple

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tragedykery · 1 year

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I hate. complicated friendships

#I love her but also.#I feel like such a bad friend for complaining about her but she’s just so. incredibly inconsiderate #like we planned to hang out ish at 1 pm today. suddenly she texts me like ‘hey I’m coming around 14:30 instead’#she knows I’m autistic too she knows how important having a schedule is for me and she pulls sth like that??#maybe it’s the fact that she’s an only child but she just expects the world and everyone else to accommodate for her #one time we were on a school trip and I was nauseous and I mentioned that to her and she just. made it all about herself???#like I get she’s got emetophobia but turning the conversation into a fifteen-minute-long rant about if I vomited to please not do it #anywhere she could see bc if I did she would cry and feel absolutely terrible for the rest of the day and etc etc etc #like bestie IM the one who’s sick here???#and like 50% of our conversations are just her venting at me (even more if you count the ones over text) and it’s. I don’t mind it when it’s #a normal amoun but she just treats me like an object for her to vent at and I Understand there’s stuff she can’t tell her therapist/coach bc #he knows her parents and she’s afraid he’ll tell on her if she talks about gender stuff (she’s not out) and I’m the closest trans friend she #has so I’m the person who understands it the best but it’s just. SO much #(but the moment I vent for once I just feel like she. doesn’t listen and that she thinks I’m just being too sensitive)#and that’s definitely my fault too bc idk how to communicate when she makes me uncomfortable with stuff like that #and she’s autistic too and doesn’t understand hints at all so I’d need to just State it and that feels so incredibly mean but.#there’s more instances I’m not typing out but just. ugh. I love her I really do and I feel like such a child for complaining about her on #tumblr dot com and I know I’m at fault too for not communicating when she makes me uncomfortable I’m not pretending I’m not to blame at all #but she’s self-centred and inconsiderate and. ugh #vent #elli rambles

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norrizzandpia · 2 months

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Heyy, hope you’re having a good day.

Don’t know if your requests are open but I really wanted to ask something. Could you write Oscar with baby fever, but like a lot, to the point that Lando knows about it and makes fun of him, and he is always trying to convince reader that they are ready to have a baby and how he would love to see her pregnant and obviously showing all the time vídeos o cute babies. Then to make it a little longer you could make some embarrassing moment of this baby fever, like Oscar getting flustered (or more lol) when seeing reader with a baby or like zac listening him saying some weird stuff, something like that yk. Then after months she accept. (If you are felling writing a little angst, you could write in the same one or another part, they trying to get pregnant but they can’t and Oscar gets very frustrated and ends up venting with Lando or so and little time later they discovered she is pregnant just to end in a cute way).

If you like the idea and decide to write it, feel free to make any changes you desire, I love your writing and I’m sure you’ll make my idea a thousand time better. Thank you <3

It is CRIMINAL how long it took me to answer this superb request.

Let’s Have A Baby, Baby (OP81)

Summary: There is nothing Oscar wants more than for Y/n to get pregnant with his kid, and everyone knows it.

Warnings: sexual conversations, language, Oscar has no filter at all, an extremely graphic and sexual conversation that has Zak traumatized (pray for him), tooth rotting fluff idk where any of this came from

Note: i didn’t put any angst in this because THIS WAS TOO CUTE TO ADD ANYTHING BAD THIS COUPLE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF HAPPINESS AND MORE WITHOUT ANY COMPLICATIONS I MEAN IT.

How do you tell someone having a child at the ripe age of 22 is not a good idea?

Y/n sat at the end of the bed, watching Oscar pace back and forth as he rambled about how much he wanted to get her pregnant.

“Baby, you’d look so pretty. Please? You know how good the sex would be.” He turned toward her, eyes holding hers as he looked at her with his persuasive doe eyes.

Y/n groaned as her head fell back, “Osc, the sex is already good. Why do we need to add a child to the mix?”

Oscar fell to the floor, kneeling in front of her with his hands resting on her knees as he tilted his head, “Because it’ll be fun! And you could dress them up in little clothes and…” He trailed off, his eyes shifting toward the floor before meeting hers once more, “We’d be a family.”

Y/n’s lip pouted out, emotions running strong in her body as her boyfriend held her hands so tightly, “Oscar,” She rubbed lightly over his cheekbone, “I would love to be a family with you, make a family with you, but I just don’t think I’m ready for that right now. Your career is just taking off and I’ve just barely started to figure out what I want to do with the degree I just earned. It’s not the right time.”

Oscar sighed, head lulling forward and into her lap, “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

Y/n smiled softly and folded forward, planting a kiss into his hair as she scratched at his scalp. “This doesn’t mean I don’t ever want kids, you know?”

He gave a small smile into her lap before looking up at her, “I know. I think I’m just a bit crazed with baby fever right now. You’re right. It’s not a good time to have a whole ass kid now.”

Y/n giggled, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Oscar stood up, moving to sit beside her on the bed. His arm hooked around her waist, pulling her into him and kissing her hair quickly as he murmured, “I still think you’d look good pregnant. With my kid, to be precise.”

—

“Y/n, are you seeing this?!” Oscar exclaimed as he shoved his phone in his girlfriend’s face. The TikTok he was showing her was of a little girl giggling continuously as, from what Y/n could gather, the child’s father tickled her stomach.

She blushed, “Yes, very cute, baby.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, “Exactly. Baby. I want a baby.”

“Mate…” Lando said with exhaustion, his head lulling back onto the couch he was sprawled out on. The McLaren crew members off to the side, getting coffees from the hospitality center, snickered.

Oscar’s head snapped to his teammate, “What? You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend to have a kid with.”

“Oscar!” Y/n yelled, hitting his arm as a warning while Lando just keeled over in laughter.

His face was red as he got out, “Oscah! Who taught you to talk like that?!”

Oscar just smiled, “You.”

Lando leaned back, gasping for breath as he came down, “Does that mean I can be its uncle?”

Oscar shook his head, “I’m thinking godfather.”

Y/n scoffed, “We are not having a child! Stop dreaming of something that is not going to be happening for a few more years.”

Oscar shot her a quick glance with a grin, “Just wait till I give you a preview of what having a kid could let us do and I’m sure your mind will change.”

Lando’s mouth fell open, “I need to be removed from the country after hearing that come out of your mouth.”

“Oscar, there is something mentally wrong with you.” Y/n hit his arm once more, shooting him a warning look.

He sidled up to her, “Think a baby could fix that?”

Y/n groaned and Lando laughed, “OSCAR!”

—

“Y/n! Oscar! Do you guys think you could watch Mila while Sav, Ollie, and I all go for a walk on the paddock?” Lando asked hesitantly, eyeing Oscar with his niece in his arms.

From the way they were staring at each other, Y/n knew Oscar had put Lando up to this. Nonetheless, she smiled, “Sure!”

Oscar beamed.

Y/n took Mila from Lando’s arms, turning to Oscar as Mila stared after her uncle as he walked away. A shy child, Y/n knew Mila would do well with a bit of childish conversation.

“Mila, who’s your favorite? Uncle Lala or Oscar?” Y/n smiled, pinching Mila’s cheeks to draw a few giggles from the little girl.

Mila squealed, “Uncle Lala!! Lala!”

Y/n’s heart warmed at the way the cute child screaming the sweetest nickname. Oscar looked down at his girlfriend and, in his delusions, their child.

He cocked his head, “You fall into the role quite well.”

His comment went ignored by his girlfriend as she continued poking Mila lightly, laughing along with the young girl as her head fell into Y/n’s chest from the tickling.

Y/n smiled up at him before turning around, wandering off into the McLaren garage with Mila still tucked under her arm. Oscar wished he could take a picture. Save it for later. He loved everything before his eyes.

When he was done getting lost in fairy land, he jogged in the direction his girlfriend had taken. What he found was a sight so dear to his heart. Y/n in conversation with Mark, a sleeping Mila in her arms. Part of the reason why he loved the image so much was how comfortable Y/n looked, how Mila laid against her body so easily and how Y/n swayed as if it was second nature.

He wished she could see what he saw.

Mark nodded at him as he came to stand next to Y/n, pulling her into him by the waist and trying to decipher the topic of conversation. “You’re talking about Otmar leaving Alpine?”

“Yeah, good riddance.” Y/n sighed, hand rubbing up and down Mila’s back.

Oscar squeezed her hip softly, “I want to leave that man in my past.”

Mark rolled his eyes, “Don’t we all.”

“There isn’t any corner of the world he could be that is too far from us.” Oscar murmured, face grimacing at the thought of the horrid man.

Y/n laughed and kissed his shoulder, “It’s okay, Osc. You don’t have to deal with him anymore.”

Mark nodded along, eyes entranced with the picture in front of him. He knew Oscar yearned for kid with Y/n, but it had never looked so real before. The boy he had watched grow up, helped fight for, had all of a sudden grown into a man who pushed for children with his girlfriend. Mark knew Oscar was still young, too young for kids, but it still felt a bit odd to see him as someone’s father. It was sobering to see Oscar, his girlfriend, and a child all at once, in a position that made them look like a family. Truthfully, a part of him felt at peace to know the war was over. Oscar had found a seat, a team that prioritized him, and a person who loved him wholly. There was no need to worry about Oscar anymore. What was he to do now?

“Can I take a picture of you two really quick?” Mark asked, a question so surprising Oscar and Y/n shared a strange look.

“Sure?” Y/n said, not fully understanding the reason behind his request.

Mark moved back an inch, position his camera as Y/n and Oscar smiled. Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder while Mila stayed in her arms, still asleep against her body. He turned his camera around to show the couple what he had just captured and Y/n’s heart squeezed. Oscar almost screamed and ripped his hair out. He wanted what this picture implied so badly. With her.

He kept his composure, “We look cute, no?”

Y/n hesitated, a lingering grin on her face as she stared down at the image. Though, her smile lengthened and she tilted her head, “Can you send that to me?”

—

Oscar was in rare form. From the moment he had woken up, he was making suggestive comments in Y/n’s ear. To put it shortly, he was horny for the woman by his side. When Oscar got like this, he became impulsive and threw caution to the wind. Therefore, Y/n wasn’t surprised when he started rambling to her in the middle of the McLaren garage.

“All I’m saying is that you would look damn good carrying my kid.” He giggled, hand dangerously low on her back.

“Oscar…” She whispered, eyes darting around them in an effort to show him how public he was making their conversation.

He shook his head, “No one can hear what I’m saying. They’re too wrapped up in their work. They don’t know that I’m telling you how good it would feel to fuck you raw.”

She blushed, “Oscar,” She tried once more, though her voice was beginning to lose his edge.

His hand brushed her hair out of the way, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “Do you like that idea? Like the thought of me coming inside of you? Like the thought of everyone knowing you’re mine because you’re carrying my child?”

Her hand brushed up against his abs as she turned to look at him, his eyes boring down into hers. “Oscar, you are working.”

“So? We can go try for one right now, love. Just say the word.”

She tried to hold her composure, “Oscar, you are so bold.”

He kissed her softly, “Yeah? Or am I just attracted to the idea of seeing my cum leak out of you? I’d fuck it back into you with my fingers. Make sure it takes.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her insides clenched together.

He tried once more, “I can tell you want it. I can feel your skin getting hotter under my hands,” He brushed his fingers against the skin peeking out from her crop top, “I could be feeling you cum around my bare cock too.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a loud throat clearing stopped her.

Oscar froze, Y/n paled.

The couple turned their heads slowly behind them, Zak side glancing them from his place inches away from them. Oscar opened his mouth to apologize, but Zak put up his hand.

“I never want to talk about this ever again.” He said, his voice so sharp it could cut ice.

Oscar’s hand flew to his mouth, “Zak, I’m so incredibly sorry. That wasn’t meant to be hear-”

Zak shook his head, “Oscar, I don’t care what the hell you do on your free time. Hell! I think it’s endearing how much you want to have kids with your girlfriend. But, I swear to God,” His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, “If I have to hear you talk about doing anything physical with your girlfriend, I will give you a bad car.”

Oscar nodded shortly, “Understood. I’m so sorry.”

Zak grimaced and shivered before giving the couple one last glance. A whisper loud enough for them to hear, “I’m so unsettled.”

Oscar turned back to his girlfriend. The woman so horrified, she refused to look at him.

He tilted his head, “It’s not that bad?”

Y/n snapped her head up at him. Her gaze fiery, it turned Oscar on. “You will never speak to me when we are near Zak, yeah?”

She walked away before he could respond.

“Y/n, that’s insane!” He screamed as he ran after her.

Lando chuckled to himself at the scene. Not knowing what Oscar had said, but inferring from the way Zak stared at a trash can like he was five seconds from vomiting into it.

—

Oscar stared down at Y/n as they laid in bed together, post-sex haze slowly depleting. His hand pushed tangled hair out of her face as he laid small kisses on her face, “I love you,” He whispered.

She smiled softly, “I love you too.”

From the way his eyes softened, Y/n’s being found peace. When she was younger, she had been so convinced she would never find love, never find a man who wanted to love her. Part of her wished she could go back in time and show her 16 year old self a picture of Oscar, detailing the man she would later find. Even though they fought and he got her so annoyed sometimes, he would always live to show her that what she had thought was unrealistic in love, was completely attainable. She had loved romcoms, yearning for that kind of feeling for someone else, but she was always lectured on how impossible that was. Oscar was the living counter argument to that statement. From the way he looked at her to the delicate nature of how he held her hand, she was secure in his love for her. A child was a lot, but a child was also a statement of forever. She wanted forever with Oscar, he did too. She wanted to share something so intimate with him beyond sex and vulnerability.

She wanted a kid with him.

In the silence of the night, she lightly spoke the words, “I think I’m ready for a baby.”

A year later and the sentence finally met his ears. Oscar stared at the wall behind her for a moment before letting his gaze fall to her.

“What?” Is all he could find within himself. The woman and the words of his dreams, finally a reality.

She giggled, “I’m ready to try for kids, Osc.”

His hands flew to cradle her face. He shook her head lightly as tears flooded his vision. His voice broke, “What?”

He couldn’t begin to muster another syllable, the staring was all his body could take. He wanted to memorize the twinkle in her eye as she completed his world. He wanted to think back on this moment and remember the way her hand felt against his rapidly beating heart, the way his hands got lost in her hair, the smell of her faded perfume, and the sincerity in her words.

He kissed her lips, soft and gentle as tears fell from his eyes. When they pulled back, she laughed and wiped the wetness on his cheeks, “Why are you crying, baby?”

His mouth opened and closed before speaking, “Because we’re having a kid… and I’ve found you, found the person I know the rest of my life was meant to be shared with. I think I’m just…” He trailed off, trying to find his words amongst all the things swirling around in his body, “I always knew I would be proud of myself if I got into F1, achieved a seat in the sport. I thought that would be the greatest achievement of my life, the most proud I would’ve ever been of myself. But, that’s not true because, in this moment, I am so much more proud of myself for being worthy enough of you and having a kid with you than getting a seat in Formula 1. I never thought about who I would settle down with, but now that I know it’s you, I can’t believe it was ever something that wasn’t on my mind. You are everything I ever think about. The life awaiting us and whatever tries to ruin our plans, I want it all. You are the beginning and end of my life.”

Y/n’s eyes were teary by the end of his confession, feeling as if she was drowning in the love of the moment.

When they kissed again, it felt more solidifying. Solidifying in that tomorrow, when they were filled with energy again, they would try for a baby. Solidifying that sometime, whether that was five years in the future or next week, a positive pregnancy test would sit brightly on the counter of their bathroom, affirming the forever they already knew was in store.

—

(ONE MONTH LATER)

How do you tell someone they’re 23 and going to be a dad?

Y/n snuck through the McLaren building at the Australian Grand Prix. Lando was in tow behind her as well as Mark and Oscar’s family, all eight of them tiptoeing toward Oscar’s room with large smiles.

Y/n clutched the pregnancy test in her hands, palms sweating heavily moments before she presented Oscar with news that would send him into sobs. No doubt.

“That one,” Lando whispered, pointing toward a black door at the end of the hallway. When they reached it, Y/n turned back.

“Who’s recording?” She asked quietly as Mark smiled and shoved his phone out in front of him.

Y/n giggled, “Screenager,” before sending him a playful glance, her teasing out of love.

With another look to the group, her knuckles rapped on the door.

“One sec!” Oscar’s voice yelled, a few moments passing before he was flinging the door open with a smile. That smile, however, soon fell slightly at the sight of everyone he ever loved standing before him.

“Oh, no. What have I done?” He asked, face dropping as he made eye contact with his beaming mother. “What’s going on?” He asked, slightly confused at the manic faces of his family and closet friend.

“Oscar,” Y/n whispered, his attention drawing to her immediately.

His head cocked to the side, “Baby, what’s going on?”

Y/n smiled, “A baby.”

His confusion grew, “What do you mean ‘a baby’?”

“Oscar…” She said once more, hands shifting in their grasp.

In the tone of her voice, he found happiness.

“No,” He whispered.

Her hands came to rest between their bodies, the pregnancy test on clear display, “Yes,”

A very concerning scream erupted from Oscar before be flung himself into the arms of his girlfriend and, therefore, everyone behind her. There was loud squeals and laughter before Oscar pulled back.

“THERE’S GOING TO BE A BABY?!” He screamed, the volume bouncing off the walls and most likely down to the garage.

Y/n nodded, “OUR BABY!”

Another scream that Lando would have to make fun of Oscar for later. The couple hugged each other tightly, jumping and down in the most giddy way. Truly embarrassing for Oscar, according to Lando, but the Brit also knew how much his friend had pleaded for this.

It was clear in the way he choked back tears; clear in the way he held Y/n; clear in the way he stuffed the pregnancy test into his pocket, mumbling to himself about wanting to put it in a scrapbook for their first child.

Maybe the moment could have been left to just Oscar and Y/n, but, as they all conversed excitedly about nine months in the future, Oscar found everything he ever needed.

Formula 1 was a bonus.

This was his dream.

Y/n and Baby 1 were his drea-

Y/n and Baby 1 were his reality.

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 9 months

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YBF Peter x reader who successfully escapes? preferably by train for more suspense. like peter is just watch reader get in the train right as it takes off, and he’s so mad but like he looks heartbroken and reader is just happy to be away, but even WORSE, reader runs away with another lover? and maybe that lover is on the train too?

( going back to your touch of glass fanfic, maybe that character is Alastor :0 )

i love you so much for this, MWUAH. But seriously Peter would be LIVID.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior! Yandere! Mentions of harm! Implications of sexual themes! Mentions of money struggles! Abuse!

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songs you can play while listening: Kill Bill Remix with SZA & Doja Cat. At my Weakest by James Arthur. Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. Nobody by Mitski. Cold Shoulder by Adele. Mind by MillSoundBeatz. Creep by Radiohead. Me and your mama by Childish Gambino.

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It had started off simple enough. Peter was always having problems with his central air in his apartment. So, the súper of his complex would come to fix it. That’s where Husk came in.

Peter, at first, would wait around watching you while Husk did what he needed to do. Going over prices with Peter, checking the vents in each room, doing his usual checkup on the apartment. Husk didn’t speak much, hardly ever. He didn’t even bat an eye to Y/n. Or so she thought. Because of this, Peter didn’t see Husk as a threat, mainly because he wasn’t. But his employer was.

Alastor was the owner of the complex, running things after his mother had signed all the rights of the property over to him. With his growing fame he was able to keep it nice. Every once in a while he liked taking a walk around the property. This is how he meets you. Husk informs Alastor he needs to fix Peters central air again, and Alastor insists on going. With a few phone calls, Peter tells Husk you’ll be at the apartment to let him in, Peters out for the day.

Alastor walks into the apartment and immediately he finds you, sitting quietly while showing Husk the problem. But he can feel it, somethings off, somethings wrong here. So he goes snooping, and what does he find?

Dirtied clothes, blood on the bedsheets, he can see bruises from where your clothes don’t cover, and he puts the pieces together. You’re being abused, simple as that. Now, Alastor can’t really evict Peter, he pays his rent on time, and aside from the central air unit going down more than he’d like, it’s not uncommon. So, he decides to try speaking with you.

Then you break, you begin sobbing the moment Alastor asks if you’re okay. Husk moves to lock the front door of the apartment while you whisper to Alastor everything goin on, all in a frenzy. Your panicking, scared. Alastor feels bad, or as bad as he can feel for you.

So he comes up with a plan. He sits with you, and he has Husk break other things around the apartment, not too urgent but enough to catch attention of the damage, this way Husk and Alastor have a reason to keep coming back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do” Alastor says, sitting you down. You nod listening intently. “Why don’t I get you a train ticket, wherever you want. You’ll need to take multiple trains though, this way he doesn’t find you.” Alastor says, looking around the apartment a second. “ I’ll go with you, and we can get you settled somewhere else. New name, new life. How does that work for you?” He asks, and you nod your head.

“Anything is better than here. Please just get me out.” You beg, and Alastor nods.

“Play nice for a month. I’ll work out the details, and I’ll come back with Husk for repairs.” Alastor says as he nods to Husk, who nods back. “In the meantime, try gaining his trust. We’ll schedule a day where we need to repair, one where Peter isn’t here. You’ll gather your things, or whatever you can take, and we’ll leave.” Alastor says and you nod, desperate. Finally, finally someone helps.

The month feels long. Having to cuddle with Peter, having to reassure him you love him. That you would never leave him, that he’s your world. It made you want to throw up inside, but at least his trust was growing.

Sometimes you’d cry to him to sell the act, telling him you just wanted to be happy together, that you wanted a family with him. That you loved him more than anything. Then, the day finally came.

“The super is coming to fix the loose pipe under the sink, I have to go out and run a few errands, so I need you to make food for when I get back.” He says, giving you a kiss goodbye before leaving. You wait a while, maybe thirty minutes before Husk and Alastor show up. Husk gets to work on the pipe while Alastor helps take your things to his car. Alastor had used Peters laptop to make sure the train was leaving on time, before the two of you got in his car leaving.

Husk had waited outside the apartment, watching Peter walk in from his hiding spot. From outside, things could be heard thrown around.

“Y/n? What happened to the food?” Peter asks, walking around the apartment. He checks the bathroom, you aren’t there. Bedroom, you aren’t there. He’s starting to panic. Did he get too careless? Maybe you just stepped out, you’ll be back right?

Until he hears a beep from his laptop. It’s dying. He checks the screen, seeing several tabs open. The train time is up on the screen, and he’s silent for a minute. All he can think is how dare you, how could you do this to him? Maybe your testing him, testing his love. Testing to see how far he’d go for you. He grabs his keys off the counter and dashes out the door. He’s going to get you. He has thirty minutes left. It’s three fifty nine, meaning the train should leave around four thirty. Its a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to the train station, if he speeds up it can get to ten.

Husk calls Alastor in a panic, the two of you just passing through metal detectors.

“Hello?” Alastor asks as he begins to fix his watch back onto his wrist.

“He just left the apartment. He’s pissed.” Husk said, slight worry in his voice. Alastor looks over you while you fix your shoes, not noticing a thing.

“We’ll be fine. The train leaves soon and it’s a line before we get on. He can’t get us there.” Alastor says calmly, not wanting to scare you.

The two of you go through security fine and are at the end of the line. Gates begin to close, and it’s only when you hear shouting that you get nervous. Alastor is allowed on the train before you, considering you had more things. But, in the distance, you hear frantic shouting and things crashing. You turn around and there’s Peter, running like a mad man through security, calling your name.

“Miss do you know him?” The worker asks you and you shake your head. Quickly, the train begins to move, and you panick as your things are finally locked on. You had taken too long to get on. Now running down the station you get close enough to the stairs to jump, ticket still in hand. The cart rattles a bit and the door opens. Alastor looks confused, but embraces you nonetheless.

“He found me.” You said, turning around. Peter stands at the station as you get further from him. He looks defeated, hopeless. Angry, hurt. He stares at you mouth agape, unsure what to do. His eyes aren’t on you only though, no, he’s glaring at Alastor. His arm around your waist, and the way he ushers you into the cart with a tender kiss on your cheek. He’s livid.

This isn’t the end, Peter thinks. Not for a long shot.

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Adoration | Mark Imagine #7

Title: Adoration

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warnings: none really :)

Word Count: 612

Author's Note: Lol this idea came to me after seeing a clip of Mark on a video call fansign, where he was telling the fan that he's currently watching Queen of Tears. This made me so happy because I've also been watching the drama and feel so passionately about it. Anyway my mind started to wander and this little scenario came out of it. I tried my best not to include spoilers of the show in the story though. Thank you for reading and hope you like it ^ ^

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Frustration brewed in your eyes, as heat rose to your cheeks, while your heart was pounding. Your fingers curled further into your palms, as unkind words traveled to the tip of your tongue. Yet, before they could be vocalized, the dark-haired man on your left said them instead.

“No, but why did he do that though?!” Mark yelled, throwing his arm out in a gesture to the screen.

A part of you wanted to laugh at your boyfriend’s reaction to the final scene playing out on the television before you. Since the premiere of Queen of Tears, you and Mark have been avidly following the series together. However, you were a few episodes behind due to Mark’s busy schedule and your commitment to watching it together. It took considerable restraint to avoid looking at spoilers on Instagram or YouTube.

On the other hand, the equal measure of anger within you overpowered any sense of amusement. A louder-than-intended sigh slipped past your lips.

“Ugh, I hate Yoon Eunsung so much for trying to ruin Haein’s family,” you fumed, gripping the remote. “I swear, I just knew he was going to use that tactic to sabotage them too!”

Mark leaned back on the couch, echoing your dissatisfaction. “I know right? You were so on point though with predicting that it was gonna happen.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy that I was right!” you exclaimed, sounding as if you were almost about to cry from annoyance.

Any hint of exasperation Mark was feeling simmered down, as you continued to vent about the episode. Now that he observed you passionately recounting every prediction you made about the characters’ actions that had had occurred in the episode. Your hair was slightly tousled, and your hands gestured animatedly, emphasizing your frustrations. This was a rare sight from someone who was usually so composed and reserved.

Your shoulders slumped when you caught the distraction in his eyes, prompting a look of confusion from you. “Mark, are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“No, I am babe,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’ve just never seen you this fired up before.”

Your expression softened, and the flush on your cheeks transitioned to one of embarrassment. His comment brought to mind your tendency to get overly passionate about certain things that provoked you.

“Sorry, I just got so worked up,” you mumbled, sheepishly brushing a loose lock of hair out of your face.

However, Mark was quick to pull you into his arms. “Don’t apologize, I think it’s endearing.”

His embrace was so warm and loving, it felt like he was wrapping you in all the adoration he had for you. Yet, it made you just want to hide your face in his hoodie because you were still flustered.

“Well I’m grateful you’re more reassuring than Baek Hyunwoo is,” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Seriously, I’ve never seen so much miscommunication in a relationship before.”

You felt your boyfriend smile, pulling back slightly to stroke your hair. “And I’m glad you’re not as closed off like Hong Haein.”

“Hey, she has every right to be—” you started to protest, before catching yourself.

Mark nearly convulsed with laughter as he crashed you into another hug. “Ah, cute!”

Feeling embarrassed once more, you lightly smacked his shoulder, though it did nothing to stop the boy from gushing over you. But you couldn’t help but smile too, finding warmth in the moment. Both of you knew that the upcoming episodes of this drama would only bring more stress. However, at least you could share your frustrations openly, while all Mark could think about was how infatuated he was with you.

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kittyball23 · 4 months

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Moments (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: There were times, no doubt - even as much as he tried not to think about them - that some kind of event would make Branch remember his long-gone brothers

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“Oh, hey, Branch… just wondering if I could borrow something….”

Branch raised an eyebrow at Poppy, thoroughly confused. “What?”

“Your bunker!”

Before he could ask what she meant, dozens upon dozens of Trolls who had not been captured by the Chef Bergen came tumbling down the sloping tunnel that led down into his bunker. Some squealed in delight as they slid down, and as soon as they’d reached the bottom began to ransack the place, grabbing the food and drinks that were there.

“No! No! Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!” Branch called out. But nobody was listening. He groaned, knowing that there would be a lot of cleanup to do to his brothers’ rooms once they were all gone and out of there. And they would be, if he could help it. But first, he had to talk to the pink princess, who had brought all the Trolls in there without his permission in the first place.

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Finally, Branch thought, observing the stunned look on Poppy’s face that was an expression other than the smiles and laughs she’d had for the past hour.

He turned away from her, continuing the trek through the forest and avoiding staring too long at the hurt that was in her eyes. He ignored the little feeling inside of him that made him feel bad for what he’d said, and vouched to listen to the side of him that had dominated his survivalist lifestyle. It’s the truth, he reasoned. And if she doesn’t like it, that’s her problem.

Poppy soon recovered and scurried up to his side in an effort to defend herself. “Hey! I know it’s not all cupcakes and rainbows, but I’d rather go through life thinking that it mostly is, instead of being like you.” She frowned slightly at him and vented the frustrations she had in her failure to get him to be a part of the Troll community. “You don’t sing. You don’t dance. You’re so gray all the time! What happened to you?”

Branch had to suppress a snort. You don’t know the HALF of it, he wanted to say. And Poppy didn’t need to know his business. She didn’t need to know what happened to his grandmother, or even before that event, when his four older brothers had picked up and left, leaving him to fend for himself with hardly a fair reason why. It had been his first taste of the real world and its cruelty. Something that Poppy clearly hadn’t been exposed to. But Branch knew better than to go make his comment and stir even more questions from the curious princess. He held up a hand and suddenly hushed her. “SHH!”

Poppy halted, her fuchsia eyes wide. “Bergen?” she asked.

“Maybe,” he whispered back.

It was only a few moments later, when Branch proceeded and when nothing ominous seemed to be lurking in the shadows, did Poppy realize what was really going on.

“There’s no Bergen, is there? You just said that so I’d stop talking!”

Branch stopped to answer once again. “Maybe.”

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Who does this guy think he is? Branch’s inner thoughts growled.

He and Poppy were wasting valuable time, standing here and putting up with this cloud dude’s antics. If Poppy really cared about the safety of her friends, then she’d see how pointless this whole thing was. But nooooo. She had to be there, off to the side, giggling at Branch’s perplexion and at how the socked cloud was snickering.

Yeah… he’s getting socked by the time THIS is over, Branch thought, and this time he wasn’t speaking of the cloud’s article of clothing.

Since the high-five had failed to follow through, Branch was now forced to implement a fist-bump. But he should have known better than to believe it was going to be that easy. As soon as Branch began moving his fist forward, Cloud Guy reacted with a series of hand motions that were literally anything EXCEPT the fist-bump that he himself had wanted to do. Branch was far too baffled to be mad when it was happening, having no clue what a ‘shark attack,’ ‘hand sandwich,’ ‘monkey in a zoo,’ and whatever other nonsense the cloud was saying even was… and thinking of a certain yellow-haired prankster who just might.

But the fleeting thought of his older, jokey brother vanished when Branch felt his arm hauled roughly from side to side, while Cloud Guy made engine-like sounds. “BRRRM! VRRRM! BRRRRRM! BRUUM!”

Then, he did something that made Branch’s patience wear even thinner than it already was. He laughed, an obnoxious, chortling laugh. And Poppy laughed, too!

“Okay, okay, okay,” Cloud Guy said, recomposing himself. “Now I’m thinking we hug.”

There went the last straw.

With a scowl, Branch grabbed a stick, broke it in half, and aimed the sharp ends at Cloud Guy with a menacing look in his eyes.

Cloud Guy finally seemed to get the message.

He stood there with his outstretched hands, turning a thundercloud-gray and raining a puddle of fear on the ground. He was in for it now.

With a shout, Branch gave chase, with Poppy running after him in alarm.

“Branch! No! Wait! He’s just a cloud! He can help us! He’s just a cloud! Run, Cloud Guy, RUN!”

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Here she was, at it again. Only this time, Poppy was refusing to drop the subject, and Branch couldn’t think of a way to divert the topic. She was being very blunt with him, and it was driving him up the wall.

“You have to sing,” she insisted.

“I told you, I don’t sing,” he argued.

“Well, you have to.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” They could go back and forth like this all day for all Branch cared.

Poppy frowned at him. “You can. You just won’t.”

“Fine. I just won’t,” Branch grumbled stubbornly.

“You have to!” she cried.

“NO!”

“Why not! Why won’t you sing?” Poppy demanded.

“Because singing killed my grandma, okay!” Branch finally blurted. He turned his face away from her and the rest of the Snack Pack who’d gasped at this revelation, so that they couldn’t see the tears forming in his eyes. “Now leave me alone…”

Poppy had gotten her answer, but even as he asked to have his space, he had known that she wouldn’t just stop there. Thankfully, her approach was less pestering than it had been a few seconds ago. She cautiously approached him, and spoke in a soft voice.

“How did singing kill your grandma?” Poppy asked. Then, even more confused, added, “What song was she singing?”

Branch sighed. “I was the one singing…” he admitted, hanging his head in shame as the horrible images flashed through his mind. Of how tall and ominous the Chef had looked when snatching his Grandma. Of her terrified face, fearful at first for nearly coming to lose her only remaining grandson, and then fearful for the fate that awaited her in the Bergen’s stomach. He’d turned gray once he’d come to the awful realization that nobody – not his parents, not his brothers, nor his Grandmother – were there with him anymore.

Poppy felt terrible hearing his abridged version of the memory, and she’d leaned in to give him a hug.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s not Hug Time,” he said, a little half-heartedly and not making any moves to shove her away.

“I just thought you could use one,” she replied, pressing him a little tighter against her.

While Branch didn’t allow the smirk that wanted to tug at the corner of his lip to show, he still did kind of enjoy the condolence that her hug brought.

Heh, his conscience even chuckled, I guess she does know the half of it, now.

But Branch would make sure not to have her find out the second half of his story until much, much later. His brothers were not relevant to the conversation. And, considering it from the point of view of Poppy and the Snack Pack, they probably sought it as a suitable enough explanation for his pessimism.

So Branch just let it be.

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Survivalism meant having plenty of tactics handy. So killing two birds with one stone, so to speak, was a very beneficial strategy. And it was working oh so very well for Branch as he, in a heartfelt manner, whispered elegant words from atop of Bridget’s head.

“Your eyes… they’re like two pools so deep, I fear if I dive in, I may never come up for air…”

Bridget repeated the words, a little hesitantly, to King Gristle, who sat across from her with a frown on his face, believing that she had been intent on mocking him before. As he heard her speak, however, his frown disappeared, and the Bergen was enraptured by the sudden compliments she was giving him.

Or, so it seemed. Branch was guiding her alright, but it wasn’t King Gristle who’d he had in mind when he was speaking. It was a certain Pop Princess, who, at that moment, was staring in awe at Branch as he continued.

“And your smile… the sun itself turns jealous and refuses to come out from behind the clouds, knowing it cannot shine half as bright…”

King Gristle chuckled bashfully when Bridget had finished repeating those words. “I kinda do have a nice smile, don’t I?”

Branch’s gaze shifted to Poppy, whispering the next words as he looked directly at her.

“Yes, you do.”

If Branch squinted his eyes, he could’ve sworn he saw Poppy blush, but the dim lighting underneath Bridget’s rainbow-colored wig was making it a little difficult to see all that well. There was a warmth tingling through him, one that he recognized would blossom whenever he thought of the princess, only it was more pronounced this time around. Had he really said those words out loud? He couldn’t help wondering which one of his brothers would be prouder – Spruce, for coming off as so incredibly romantic and likely winning Poppy over with his charming flattery, or Floyd, for how poetically crafted his words were. Either way, it had produced the exact effect that Branch had wanted.

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Branch flinched at the loud, bellowing sound that came out of the large creature standing before them. A second later, Poppy revealed herself from the inside of it, hanging casually and giving a cheery little greeting wave. Normally, a sight like this would have startled the blue Troll, but the fact that the queen did not show any fear at being in the mouth of the beast - and neither did any of their other friends - relaxed him a bit.

Because this mode of transportation was known as a caterbus, a hybrid living-vehicle sort of being that was perfectly safe to travel inside of.

Branch scrunched his nose. He didn’t mind the creatures that nature had… so long as they were smaller than him. Once they started getting bigger than the standard 5-inch height that Trolls had, he had his reservations. He supposed it was his former fear of Bergens at work. He could never shake off what could have happened if he’d not arrived in time for when the spiders had Poppy wrapped inside their silk.

Not that any of it would have bothered his oldest brother.

Branch rolled his eyes as John Dory’s face suddenly came into mind. With JD’s love for animals, he believed himself to be a whisperer to any creature, big or small. If Branch had to take a guess, John Dory probably had a pet of his own by this point (or several).

But he wasn’t going to guess about what his airheaded brother was doing.

If anything, he was going to take a guess at what Bridget and Gristle’s reactions would be when they learned of Poppy’s crazy idea to give the Bergens a proper holiday!

“Alll aboooard!” Poppy called out, and he and the Snack Pack took it at their cue hop into the caterbus and get this wagon train rolling.

Or rather, the love train.

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Branch shook his head, tilting it to one side and smacking it with his hand as though there was water clogged up in his ears. “Okay, maybe all the jazz hasn’t left my brain yet,” he mumbled, knowing just how out of sorts he’d been when the smooth musical notes had assaulted him on the raft with its soothing melody.

Cooper just laughed at him. “Oh, come on, Branch! It’s me!” the long-necked Troll assured. “Turns out I’m actually from Vibe City, just like my twin brother.” Cooper sidled up to the identical-looking Troll who’d been causing Branch to think that he was still hallucinating.

“What’s poppin’?” Prince Darnell greeted with a grin, as he and Cooper laughed with each other.

“I’ve got a twin brother!” Cooper exclaimed happily. He really couldn’t believe it!

Neither could Branch, who stood there gawking for a moment more while his gaze flicked between the two, back and forth, like a ping pong ball.

And neither could Poppy, who blurted out with “How is this possible?!”

Luckily, Cooper took the next few minutes explaining exactly how. And in the end, Branch found that it was a story of long-lost family coming to finally reunite, happily and heartily, together – at least, if any of the laughs and hugs shared between brothers, mother and father (aka, the King and Queen of Funk) was anything to go by.

Branch watched with a strange pang of envy that was very subtly in the back of his conscience, but still very much present. Envy for how… easy they made it look. Granted, though, Cooper’s story was different. It couldn’t be helped that he’d gotten snatched as an egg, carried off far from his homeland, and therefore separated for just about two whole decades.

A family reunion with his brothers, who had willingly ensured the separation, would be much different…

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Dance off?

Branch hardly had a minute to even think about what was about to happen before the K-Pop gang had hurled him over to them, untying him and promptly starting to bust some moves all around.

Branch was surprised by the sudden change in lighting, and the bouncy, foreign-sounding music that the five girls were making. The K-Pop leader had been right – Pop music was different from K-Pop. Branch didn’t have much time to start nitpicking the specific differences, as Wani shot him a hard glare, making him realize that they’d actually untied him so that he could join in their dance!

Flustered, Branch quickly plastered on a smile and began to groove along with them, surprising himself with how quickly he was able to pick up the choreography. By the time he and the quintet struck the final pose, the smile that he’d had on his face was real.

Wow… was it always this fun dancing in a group?

As if the universe had heard his question, it readily provided an answer when the Reggaeton Troll leader, Tressillo, suddenly grabbed him and hauled him over to their side of the clearing, starting to dance to their own unique beat. Now that Branch actually knew what was happening, he got into the flow much faster, and really was enjoying himself as he kept in time with the other three, shaking his hips and getting down with it.

Ooo, yeah! It really was still fun dancing in a group! They weren’t the exact type of moves that he, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd would’ve done if they’d been performing for a BroZone show, but it didn’t matter. He liked the differences… and wished that the bounty hunters would see it the same way, instead of tying him back up and debating the matter.

“Why don’t we split him?” Wani suddenly suggested.

“Huh?” Branch gulped when he saw Tressillo agree to the idea. Just as they were about to close in and divvy him up, he managed to find his voice.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… why does Barb get to decide which music gets to be saved? All music should be saved.”

The K-Pop and Reggaeton Trolls gave him a blank look. Then, Tressillo spoke.

“All right, Pop Troll, I’m listening…”

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By definition, Branch could absolutely say he was sprucin’ up.

Not that he’d use the term. Why would he, when it brought bad reminders of one purple-haired Troll who’d shared his name with the phrase?

Branch hurriedly focused on preparing himself for the occasion, which - he was quite giddy to tell anyone who would ask him once he’d leave the bunker - would be a date with the Pop Queen herself!

He slipped on his vest, shrugging it on his shoulders in a way that he felt to be ‘cool,’ like John Dory may have done.

He tugged on his new burgundy shorts with just about as much enthusiasm as Clay might’ve pulled off in the days that he actually enjoyed wearing the yellow-and-green Funderdrawers.

He fixed his Hug Time bracelet on his wrist, and adjusted a brand-new red bowtie on his neck, recalling how Floyd would’ve taken the same careful measures when clipping on his own accessory, namely, the pearl earring he’d constantly worn.

Last but not least, Branch grabbed a handful of snail-slime goop from a jar, and sleeked it into his dark blue hair, making as shiny and smooth as Spruce himself would have approved of.

Determinedly snapping on some earmuffs and clutching a fresh handful of flowers, he faced the chill afternoon air outside of his bunker with determination.

“Tis the season!”

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A/N: Alright everyone, this will actually be my last daily fic update for the time being. Stay tuned for an announcement that I'll be posting to my blog tomorrow! :)

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tibbythetiger · 6 months

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Hello friendsssss! We have an official tag on AO3, we’ve all grown so much in just a few days. Amazing work all around!

I’m just dishing out some general HCs today! Hopefully, I can actually get the time to turn my main DreamTheory meeting as coworkers at Sparky’s into a real fic soon!

Both of them enjoy their height difference greatly. Mike usually hates feeling smaller or shorter than people, but he’s never met someone as genuine and nice as Ness so it doesn’t bother him, and makes him feel kinda safe. Ness just loves his pocket-sized boyfriend.

I know someone else has already said this, but Ness with freckles!!!! Ness with freckles is so very important to me. I think they’re super light during most of the winter, but once it gets warmer and the sun comes out they’re fairly noticeable. Mike likes to kiss each one he can find, it always makes Ness laugh.

I know we all agree that Ness is Conspiracy Boyfriend, and I agree! I think he particularly loves those paranormal ghost-hunting shows that were super popular back in 00’s, and he’s a HUGE Unsolved Mysteries fan. When he’s looking to get the same thrill but looking for more fictional media, he loves the Twilight Zone.

Mike makes a mean grilled cheese and tomato soup, this is in part because it’s Abby’s favorite food and he decided if he had to make anything really well it would be this. Ness actually doesn’t like grilled cheese, but Abby talked it up so much he gave it a try and he ended up really liking it. It is one of Mike’s proudest moments.

I think Ness is really good with kids, he seems to me the type that was the oldest cousin at parties. (This is just projection), so he’s used to having younger kids following him around and having to keep them entertained. While he’s used to it, he’s really genuine and loves doing it. He’s always overjoyed to hang out with Abby, and she adores him because of it.

Ness and Mike cannot draw to save their lives! They are horrible at it, Abby likes to hold “drawing classes” where she tries to show them how she makes her masterpieces. Ness always tries hard, but it’s just not his strong suit.

They are the couple that slow dances in the kitchen or living room. Mike is always reluctant about it, he’s fairly paranoid at romantic gestures, and he’s always scared someone will see them, but he always enjoys it when Ness convinces him it’s okay. Abby thinks it’s the most magical thing, so she draws the two of them as princes when they dance during a Disney movie night.

Ness absolutely tells Mike and Abby stories to help them sleep. They both think he has the most soothing voice, Ness just loves being able to help them, sometimes he’ll even sing to them, but he’s still really shy about it.

I think Ness really loves listening to musical soundtracks, but he’s also a pop girly through and through, like, he loves Kelly Clarkson, Paris Hilton, and Brittany Spears. Meanwhile, Mike doesn’t listen to music super often, he usually lets Abby or Ness pick. Otherwise, I feel like he’s really into grunge or early rock. He listens to Nirvana sure, but also Radio Head. (I also think he’s a very big Weezer fan)

I think Mike is a big writer, he started journaling to help him take note of his dreams/memories of Garrett, then really leaned into it once his parents were out of the picture since he didn’t really have anyone else to turn to to vent. Sometimes he can be a little poetic, and he’ll write lil notes to Ness and leave them in his apron or pockets for him to find later.

Ness thinks this is simply the cutest thing he’s ever seen actually, and attempts to do the same thing. He’s a little cheesier, and are usually filled with lil hearts and things doodled around them, but he sticks them on the mirror or on Mike’s alarm clock. Mike saves everyone he finds and slowly they start to cover the walls in his bedroom.

The three of them cannot have board game nights. They are all waaaay too competitive, and the last time they played Uno and Ness won, Mike pouted so much and Abby locked herself in her room. They settle for movie nights or puzzles when they’re doing things the three of them.

When Abby first starts dabbling in painting her nails, she practices on Ness and Mike. Eventually Ness and Abby usually just have matching nails, Ness doesn’t let the looks he gets bother him any.

Abby absolutely knows they’re dating, Mike tries not to keep secrets from her, especially after the debacle of Freddy’s, and what happened with the Aunt. She’s too young, so she doesn’t get why people are weird about it, but she understands enough that she can’t tell anyone that Mike and Ness are dating. When she does talk about them, most people assume Ness is a girl, just because of his name. Abby just stops correcting people, the only person outside of them who knows is Abby’s therapist(?), but she supports Mike so it’s not really an issue.

Ness loves stealing Mike’s sweaters and coats, they’re so much bulkier than the ones that Ness buys himself, so they’re so comfortable. In the winter, he’ll steal them and wear them to work or around the house. Mike grumbles and pretends he cares, but he thinks Ness looks cute in them.

Ness has the worst road rage, Mike is both horribly amused and terrified of this when it occurs. Ness always apologizes afterward usually followed up by an “If people could just learn how to drive, I swear to GOD”

Mike and Abby will go into Sparky’s when Ness is working just to get desert and to see him. Most of the employees at Sparky’s know there’s something going on between Ness and Mike, but they all let it remain unspoken. It seems like everyone is taking good care of each other, so no one decides to interfere.

Well, that’s all I have for now! I’m really loving seeing everything everyone is putting out, and getting to read everyone’s work and see their art is amazing!

#mike schmidt #mike x ness #ness the waiter #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf ness

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phntmeii · 8 months

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♡ Dating Miles Morales Headcanons:

❝ Okay, let's do this one last time, yeah? For real this time. This is it. My name is Miles Morales. ❝

[SFW Headcanons + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: UGH!! Precious bby boy <3 <3 He deserves the whole world and more. This was honestly one of the cuter headcanon lists I’ve done so far. Absolute wholesome points.

> God, Miles having a crush is absolutely adorable because he becomes a straight up MESS! He cannot stop thinking about you at all. It stresses him out because what if you don’t feel that way??

> Miles would find whatever time he can to hang out or talk to you. He’ll “accidentally” bump into you in the hall or he “coincidentally” met up at the same park.

> He’s trying so hard to be smooth but it always falls flat because he doubts himself.

> Finding out you liked him back blew his mind because you???? Like him???? It’s incomprehensible to him because how can someone as perfect as you like him???

> Miles is giggling and kicking his feet while listening to love songs in his room after you confess. He’s a pure lover boy.

> As Spider-man , he’s sneaking around during night patrols to check in on you and make sure you make it home safe.

> Miles is quite observant and ends up picking up on some of your habits/fidgeting. He doesn’t notice that he mirrors you at all and would deny it completely if you brought it up.

> “Whaaat? Psshh… Nah, I wouldn’t do… something… like that…” *sweating nervously*

> His life can be overwhelming sometimes and he always just relies on you to make him feel better. Late night calls just to talk or vent while laying in your separate beds, a ways away from each other.

> He would be SO nervous for you to meet his parents because consider it a job interview the way they immediately sit you down and ask a million questions at once. What school you go to, your dreams/future career, asking about extracurriculars and how many honors classes you have.

> They only do it because they want Miles to have the best but they kinda forget how intimidating it is to be interrogated by a cop and a Latina mother LMAOO

> It would take a while before he reveals he’s Spider-man to you if you weren’t a Spider-person yourself. It’s not because he doesn’t trust you but because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

> He would have you promise it to be a secret between the two of you.

> He definitely has tried to do the upside-down kiss with you before he had to scurry off but heard his dad’s voice at the scene and accidentally dropped down.

> Miles’ main Love Languages to give are: Quality Time and Gift Giving.

> Miles knows he can be pretty busy. Juggling classes and being Spiderman keeps him in a constant move.

> So when he does get time with you, he wants it to feel special. Like nothing else exists in that moment except you two.

> He’ll swing by on a patrol and sweep you up to a rooftop just to spend time together. He always has a goofy smile when he takes off his mask and shows off the mini picnic he set up.

> Miles loves to give you gifts all the time. Nothing too expensive or anything but stuff he makes.

> He’d be too embarrassed to show you his sketchbook but he’d give sketches of you and notes on loose paper. All the drawings are lined in pen and sometimes colored in alcohol markers.

> Absolutely makes you playlists to listen to. Whether it was because you asked for recommendations or because he wanted to, he’s making one over the course of a week w/ a minimum of 30 songs.

> One of the playlists is definitely a romantic playlist, all with songs that make him think of you with each lyric.

> When his parents learned about the relationship, his mom was the first one to sit him down and tell him how he needs to get you flowers and stuff.

> So the next time you show up at a family event, you just see Rio smiling to you while she’s nudging Miles with her elbow as he holds a full bouquet for you.

> OHHH HE LOVES MATCHING BRACELETS!!! He will make them and then never take his off. His will have a nickname of yours while yours will either say “Miles” or “Spidey”.

> Miles’ favorite Love Languages to receive are: Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation.

> Miles tends to be… all over the place. So, he loves when he gets a helping hand from time to time.

> Covering for him when he’s late to something, helping out in studying, giving answers to homework, stuff like that.

> He appreciates his stress levels being eased even with small things like that. He’ll never ask for those things himself but he loves to have you do them and he’ll always make it up to you afterwards!

> Miles also has ease in getting blushy and flustered with his partner so compliments and flirting are definitely the way to get him to be head over heels.

> “Stop..!” *looks away, scratching the back of his neck and nervously laughing* “… You mean it?”

> It’s also the best way to reassure him! He can overthink sometimes and worry that he isn’t doing enough or doing something wrong so hearing how much you loved something he’s done encourages him a good bit!

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#miles kinda ate in the recent movie ngl #the way he was just elbowing the fuck out of miguel??? as u should #itsv #atsv #miles morales #atsv headcanons #atsv miles #miles morales headcanons #atsv x reader #itsv miles #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #spiderman atsv

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Annoying: John Marston X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punching Summary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

It has been two hours. Walking along a barren trail with your tired horse and listening to the endless and constant complaining of John Marston. The man is undoubtedly irritating, wholly annoying. But Dutch picked you for scouting, so you to try to tune out that stupid scratch in his voice and focus on looking for a new spot closer to Blackwater.

“I just don’t get what her deal is.” John continues.

You feel the distinct desire to bash your head against your saddle horn. Maybe that would end this insufferable ride. Why couldn’t Dutch have picked Javier or Charles or someone quiet? At least Micah talks about interesting things on occasion. Bill can crack a joke. None of them have this apparent need to vent whilst riding.

“She just doesn’t-”

“Marston.” You groan. “Shut up, for the love of life itself. Just be quiet for once.”

“Oh, are my problems annoying you?”

“Yes, jeez, just shut it.”

He huffs, looking away to pout like a child.

“No one wants to hear about you and Abigail, the whole camp already has to listen to you go on and on about how the kid isn’t yours. No one cares.”

“Fuck off.” He mutters.

“I wish I could.”

There is a blissful minute of silence before he opens his mouth again. “You think he’s mine?”

“Fuck, Marston.” You sigh. “I have no clue, just shut the hell up.”

“He ain’t.” He mumbles. “Can’t be.”

“You won’t have to worry about it if you keep talking, because I’ll shoot you.”

“Why’re you always so damn irritable?”

“Because you annoy me to no end, Marston.”

You pull on your reins to move towards a clearing that looks promising, only slightly visible from the narrow path between trees. Finally sliding off your horse, you stretch your legs a little and look over the spot.

“How do I annoy you exactly?”

You rub at your eyes, feeling the ache forming behind them from having to listen to his voice. “In every possible way you could ever imagine.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I’m not the one bothering other people with my problems.”

“At least I find the time to bring money in instead of lounging around camp all damn day!”

That, now that, brings a twinge of much more than annoyance to buzz around in your head. Not only have you been bringing in consistent money since you joined, you just pulled a job with Mac and Davey that scored the camp funds upwards of eight-hundred dollars. So, naturally, you punch John in the face for suggesting otherwise.

“Shit.” He mutters, recoiling and tackling you to the ground.

You roll for a while, exchanging punches and losing your hats along the way until you find yourself atop John. You sit across his thin torso, your fist curled into his shirt as the other stands ready to lay another blow. But, John, he goes still, as if he’s afraid to move. For all the scrapping and talk, you know you’re not scary enough to make him freeze like this so you lower your raised fist and look over your shoulder. You half expect to see lawmen or O’Driscolls or something, but it’s just the forest and the horses grazing by the trees.

“What’s your problem, Marston?” You ask, shifting slightly on him.

Then you feel it, barely brushing against the back of your thigh as you move. John Marston is hard in his pants from being beaten up by a man that hates him. His face flushes and he claws at your arm, but you just push him down harder into the grass. Your mind races for a moment, thinking of the roads you could take. You hate the man quite a bit, but you’d be a fool to deny he’s attractive and something in the back of your mind is begging you to find out what that raspy voice sounds like when it’s full of want.

“We tell no one.” You mutter, giving John a threatening look.

John’s chest moves slow as he processes, then he nods quickly. You lean down and connect your lips, catching the taste of tobacco and the scruff of his stubble. John’s hands find your hips, urging you down to grind against you but you resist.

“You’re not in charge here, Marston.” You murmur against his lips. “You just lay still and let me use you, understand?”

His eyes dart around yours quickly as his face gets redder by the second. “Y-Yeah.”

You move down to unfasten his pants and as he kicks them off, you fish a tube of gun oil from your pocket. It has always been a suspicion of yours that John gets around more than he lets on, and it is all but confirmed by the way he stuffs his pants under his hips and spreads his legs.

“You some kind of whore on the side, Marston?” You ask, fixing yourself between his open legs. “That why you got on with Abigail, a shared profession?”

“Shut up.” He mutters.

He intends to say more but you cut him off easily by inserting your slicked fingers without warning. His back arches, pressing into the feeling as he chokes on a bit of air that turns into a whimper. You’re not going to give him the time to rest or adjust, he doesn’t deserve it after talking all day. So you crook your fingers, running them along until his hips jolt from the contact. Then you focus and focus hard, pressing into that nice sensitive spot inside of him until he can’t even speak to warn you. He releases across his stomach, his softening dick untouched.

His head lulls to the side as he catches his breath and you slip your fingers out. You move as fast as you can, not wanting to hear any of his protests about being sensitive. He’d whine about it, you know he would, so you grip his hips and press inside in the midst of his recovery. John chokes on air again, muttering as he covers his red face with his arm. Only one eye peaks out at you as you start your pace and you ignore it, focusing on the act rather than the who. If you don’t think about it being John, the image of your dick disappearing inside such a nice ass and the feeling of gripping such a slim waist make you groan to yourself. If it were any other man, you’d praise him for feeling so good.

John, however, does not have that control. “God, you’re… fuck you’re good.”

It’s the moan that gets you, raspy just like you imagined, and completely wanton. You double your effort because that sound was so good for something that came from John of all people. And, to your delight, it happens again. As you slam into him, your balls bouncing enough to truly earn the nickname, John begins to pant. Your eyes are drawn to his dick as he reaches for it and stops it from slapping against his stomach. His hand wraps around and pumps in time with you.

You lean down a bit, enough to speak over John’s lewd noises. “You better get yourself off before me, Marston. I’m not helping you otherwise.”

He groans, seemingly all too happy to be treated like nothing but something to fuck in the grass of the gang’s next camp spot. You watch his hand, your eyes flicking down to watch your own fucking on occasion. Both are such a sight. John cums again, spilling a little on his hand this time. The sound he makes, such a shaky and raspy guttural moan, hits the right things for you and sends you right over. You slow your thrusts, milking yourself before burying deep inside of him.

It takes a few minutes before your muscles respond and you can pull out to rest back on your knees. John still has a haze in his eyes, his arms splayed out as his chest heaves. You let yourself relish the sight, forgetting only for a moment that you hate him, then you pick up the tube of gun oil from the grass and pull on your pants. A one time thing, albeit a great one, with such an annoying man.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #john marston #john marston x reader #john marston x male reader

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violetsaffron5 · 9 months

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Beautiful Disaster (11)

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11 | Midnight

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

After Shoko's ex is an ass to her, you take matters into your own hands

words: 3.1k

cw: drinking, slight jealousy, reader being an idiot, gojo letting her be an idiot, reader punching someone, car sex, rough sex, creampie

AN: Nothing bad is ever going to happen between these two 👍

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February 2012

Things between you and Satoru have been great since the new semester started. You’re closer than ever, spending as much time with each other and your friends as you possibly can.

Mei has been notably absent around campus, to both your surprise and happiness. You had half expected her to show her face the moment the two of you arrived back at the boys' house.

You’re not sure if Satoru said anything to her or not, after your heart-to-heart with each other over break, but you’re certainly not complaining. And you don’t want to bring it up and ruin this blissful honeymoon period you’re finding yourselves in.

Every once in a while you’ll see Mei at a campus party but it’s never for long. The last time you saw her, she had an arm around Naoya Zenin, and you’re guessing that has more to do with his family business and money than anything else.

Tonight you’re having another party of sorts. It’s smaller, at Satoru’s campus house with quiet, upbeat music playing in the background as Shoko vents about a guy she started seeing right before Winter break.

Satoru, Suguru, Choso, and Sukuna are talking, joking, and goofing around in the kitchen while you, Utahime, and Nitta sit around the coffee table sipping on your mixed drinks, listening to Shoko.

From the corner of your eye, you can feel Satoru staring at you from the kitchen. Turning your head, you’re met with a flirty grin that causes your cheeks to heat and bite your lip before turning your attention back to the matter at hand.

“And then I went into the break room and he had her pressed against the wall basically fucking her.” Shoko groans before knocking back her drink.

She started working as a Phlebotomist, which is where she met the guy she started seeing. And where she found him cheating on her, apparently.

“Such a fucking prick. I told you I didn’t like him when we met.” Utahime interjects.

“Seriously, Shoko. You’re so smart and gorgeous with a great life ahead of you. He’s the one that’s going to be missing out.” Nitta adds.

You hadn’t met the man before leaving for break, but you try to be encouraging nonetheless, “you’ll find someone who respects you and truly cares for you. Maybe you already have and you just don’t know it yet.”

Shoko snorts before taking another drink as you give her a soft smile, eyes flickering between her and Utahime for a moment.

When the guys make their way into the living room, Satoru brings you a new mixed drink, handing it to you before sitting on the couch behind you, pulling you onto his lap. He’s been holding you close all night and your best guess is because Choso is here to hang out with Suguru.

You’ve noticed anytime Choso tries to talk to you about your classes, or about anything in general, really, Satoru gets a lot handsier. Pulling you close, abruptly kissing you in the middle of a conversation. Nothing is off-limits with him.

You brought it up, trying to ask why he’s so jealous and acts that way, especially with his history with Mei, but he just says he’s not the jealous type. You laughed, reminding him when he thought you slept with Suguru and that’s when he suddenly decided he wanted to be exclusive.

“He also said he doesn’t want to be with someone who is taller than him in heels and then told me there was no way I was smart enough to make it through medical school.”

Shoko has tears in her eyes, head resting on Utahime’s shoulders recounting the conversation she forced him to have when they broke up.

“What the fuck?” You mutter with raised eyebrows while Utahime gasps before chastising Shoko for not telling her that part. “Shoko this guy is so fucking infuriating. I really want to kick his ass. No man should ever speak to you that way.”

She laughs for the first time all night, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table, “I wouldn’t mind seeing that, honestly.”

“Want me to?”

Shoko would never do something like that herself, as kind-hearted as she is, but you’re pissed for your friend, and tipsy enough to go through with it.

She laughs again which brings a smile to your face, “Are you serious?”

You nod, maybe a little too enthusiastically before looking at Satoru who is watching you with his own amused expression and wide smile, “Do you even know how to throw a punch?”

“Nope! But I’m going to do it. Where is he?”

“We were supposed to go to a different party tonight,” Shoko says between blowing her nose, “It’s downtown, at one of his friend's places.”

You turn and look at Satoru with wide, shining eyes, “Will you take us there?”

He laughs, amused at your feistiness - something he’s always loved about you, “Calm down, killer. First I’m going to teach you how to punch.”

Satoru ushers you off his lap, moving over in the living room to give the two of you enough space, showing you how to hold your hand properly, and to not tuck your thumb. He also warns you that it’s going to hurt worse than you expect, especially when punching someone in the face.

You giggle a few times, tipsy and tripping over your own feet, falling into his arms as he catches you with his own boisterous laugh.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. But can we go soon before I lose my nerve?” You’re grabbing your shoes as Utahime, Shoko, and Suguru all get ready to leave as well.

He chuckles, “Sure, babe.”

“Okay,” you breathe after gathering your things, bouncing on your feet in anticipation, “Ready to go kick some ass?”

“You’re perfect for me,” Satoru whispers, pulling your chin up to him, and pressing his lips to yours.

You make him want to be a better person. You’re sweet, kind, and more adventurous than he expected when you first started dating. He loves that he brings out that side of you. And you, you reign him in enough to not be so wild and carefree.

He really believes you bring out the best in one another.

Shoko is able to get the address of the party pretty easily, from another one of her friends who was planning on attending tonight.

When you arrive, it’s a very familiar sight; similar to the parties thrown at Satoru’s place. Loud, obnoxious, red plastic cups littered everywhere, and plenty of cars parked in front of the house.

Taking a deep breath, you look at Shoko, raising your eyebrows and giggling at what you’re about to do as she nods her head toward a group of guys standing outside the house. They’re talking, all with cups in their hands and laughing about something one of them said.

Scrunching your nose, you give Satoru a quick peck on the lips before walking up to the group of guys. Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and Utahime hang back, letting you do your thing. Satoru will get involved if he needs to.

Choso didn’t want to take part in your drunken shenanigans and Sukuna stated he was going to meet up with someone, but wanted to hear the tales of you kicking ass tomorrow when he’s back. You’re surprised Utahime joined since she rolled her eyes and called you immature before heading this way.

The group of guys stop talking, a few of them quirking an eyebrow, looking you up and down as you as for Shoko’s ex.

“Yeah, he’s inside.” One of them nods towards the door of the house.

“Could you go get him for me? I just need to talk to him for a second but I can’t stay long.”

One of them smirks, looking you up and down again before chuckling, heading inside. You stand awkwardly, hands in your pocket to keep them warm until the man of honor emerges from the house a few minutes later.

When he comes out he smiles salaciously, showing a perfect row of teeth, “Do I know you?”

“No. But I’m friends with Shoko,” You point back at her and he looks over with furrowed brows, “And I have something for you.”

He looks at you confused just before your fist makes contact with his nose. And Satoru was absolutely right, it hurts way worse than you expected, but it was also exhilarating. Silly. And a really dumb fucking idea.

But you can’t help the way you giggle as your mouth hangs open from the pain, tucking your hand between your thighs for a moment as you suck a deep breath between your teeth.

“What the fuck?” The man says, swiping the back of his hand over his nose, seeing the little bit of blood spilling out.

“Fuck you. Never speak to me again!” Shoko yells, giggling as she and Utahime scamper back to Suguru’s car with him in tow.

You laugh, running back to Satoru, throwing your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. You’re on your tip toes, moving your hands to his shoulders guiding him to take several steps backward, until his back hits his car.

He’s laughing, smiling between kisses, reaching back and opening his car door with one hand, never breaking the kiss until you sit and he has to close the door.

You watch, biting your lip as Satoru makes his way around the front of the car, hearing the man you punched yell about how you’re a crazy bitch. Satoru smiles, flipping him off before getting into the driver's seat.

As soon as his door is closed, you’re scurrying onto his lap, pushing your hips into his. He groans with a soft “fuck,” when you rock back and forth, his hands quickly making their way to your waist, pushing you down further.

You moan quietly when Satoru’s hands find their way up your shirt, running small circles with his thumbs below your breasts while he focuses on kissing and nipping your neck.

Adrenaline is running through your veins, and you’re shaking from excitement, needing a release to help calm down, “Satoru, I need you to fuck me.”

“Here?”

“Yes.”

He groans, slipping his hands into the small space between the two of you, ripping the tights you have on under your skirt to expose your pussy to him. Satoru moves your panties to the side easily, sliding his fingers between your folds before pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles.

You moan into him, kissing his jaw and lips as you focus on unbuckling his belt, helping him shuffle his pants and briefs down to release his hardening cock.

The car is quickly getting warm, windows starting to fog with your hot breath and the warmth of two bodies pressed into one another. You stroke his cock slowly, squeezing the tip as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes you see stars until your legs are shaking and you’re gushing around him, throwing your head back in pleasure as your orgasm washes over you.

Your kisses are hurried, frenzied, all tongue and teeth as you take his hard cock, lining him up with your entrance. Satoru’s hands are on your hips, helping you slide down his length until you’re fully seated, moaning into one another.

Placing your hands on the roof of his car, you use that as support to help your roll your hips and his on your waist helping you bounce up and down the best you can in the cramped space.

This has to be one of your favorite views, when you’re on top of him, driving him wild. He’s biting his lip, cheeks tinted with a pink blush that extends down his neck and up to the tips of his ears. When you lift his shirt to get a view of the way his muscular abs constrict with each of your movements.

“Fuck, baby,” He mutters as his eyes drift down to where you’re connected, watching a ring of white form around the base of his cock.

After your heart-to-heart conversation over Winter break, you don’t use condoms anymore. You’re too adventurous and in love.

Satoru says whatever happens, happens. If you were to get pregnant, the two of you will figure it out. You on the other hand argued that your mother would stop paying your tuition. He didn’t care, said he would take care of you, anything you wanted. But you can’t let yourself lean on him like that over something that’s preventable, so you started taking birth control.

However, if your mom does find out about that, there would be hell to pay as well. But at least you have a better argument about trying to stay somewhat safe, rather than explaining you got pregnant.

“I’m close, so close,” You mewl into Satoru’s lips, leaning forward just enough that his cock continues to hit your g-spot with every bounce.

He groans, feeling the way your pussy constricts around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he mouths a silent, “Oh my god,” before crashing his lips with yours just as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

Satoru loves this. Loves the way you are together. How neither of you can control yourselves with each other, how you need one another. It’s not what he expected to happen, but he doesn’t regret it, not for a moment.

You focus on kissing his neck as you come down from your high, taking several deep breaths before nibbling the shell of his ear, whispering, “Drive.”

“Mm. You’re perfect,” He says before easily turning on his car, shifting into gear.

You giggle, rolling your hips on his lap as he looks over your shoulder trying to concentrate on the road, but it’s hard when you’re moving your hips against his. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel from gripping so hard. He’d be afraid he’s going to break it, but that’s the last thing on his mind right now.

He speeds down the road, not for long before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot, throwing the car back into park.

In one swift movement, he’s wrapping a long arm around your waist to hold you close as he opens the driver door, easily lifting you and keeping you connected.

The air outside is cool, especially compared to the inside of the car. When the wind blows, a cold chill runs down your spine leaving goosebumps along your skin before Satoru presses your back to the side of his car so he can move his hips more freely, relentlessly.

You laugh a little, tilting your head back against the edge of the car taking in the pleasure he’s giving you as he continues to watch the way his length disappears in you, gripping your hips so hard there are sure to be bruises from his fingertips.

The wind blows again, it’s chilly but feels amazing as your body continues to heat up, even after being outside of the cramped, hot space of the car where your bodies were so closely connected.

“Need a better angle,” Satoru mutters to himself softly before grabbing you by the ass, hoisting you up a little so he can carry you to the hood of his car.

Satoru pulls out slowly, setting your legs on the ground as you whine at the loss of being filled. His smile is lopsided, eyes blown with lust as he turns you around, pushing you down gently so your face is pressed against the warm hood of his car.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grunts out, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance once again, easily sliding himself between your slippery folds.

You’re smiling, moaning into the wide open space of the outdoors. It’s quiet, the dead of night and the only sounds that can be heard are mewls of pleasure as the sound of Satoru slamming his hips against your ass.

He laughs, a little unhinged when he notices large, puffy snowflakes falling from the sky, blowing in the wind. Satoru presses a hand to the center of your back, keeping you down as he spreads your legs wider with his knees so he can get deeper, losing himself in you.

Satoru leans back, smacking his hand on your ass, watching the way it giggles as you moan his name at the contact. And he really can't help the way he rips your tights even further, exposing your ass to him so he can spread your cheeks with his large hands.

And he really can’t help himself he lets a trail of saliva fall from his lips, right onto your other hole, feeling the way your pussy clenches around him in surprise.

He sighs, it’s deep and longing as he spreads his saliva with his finger before slowly pressing his finger in. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, a new kind of heat forming in your core as he moves his finger in and out at a much slower pace than his hips.

“Gonna fuck you here one day,” his voice is rough with need, want, and desire.

“Please,” You’re practically begging for it now as your clench around him.

Satoru pulls his finger out and you whimper until you feel his hand snake under your stomach until his long fingers are wrapped around the base of your throat.

You watch him through the corner of your eye, turning when he hooks his finger into your mouth pulling your face to look at him.

“Open.” He commands and you listen, moaning when he spits into your mouth.

It’s enough to set you over the edge again, convulsing like you’re having a seizure out in the open, for anyone to see.

“Gonna fill you so f-full of me,” he babbles as he continues to pump his hips vigorously, “Gonna fuck you ‘til it sticks, ‘til you’re full and round of me.”

The thought sends him over the edge, slamming his hips into yours a few more times until he’s moaning out your name, his warm seed spilling out each time he continues to pump his hips into overstimulation.

You’re both breathing heavily, he’s littering your neck, cheek, and jaw with little kisses as he works on catching his breath with half-lidded eyes. When he finally pulls out, he watches the way his cum drips out of your core with a lopsided smile.

“What are you kids doing out here?” A deep voice says, startling the two of you.

Your eyes are wide and Satoru laughs as he helps you stand before shuffling you into his car, the two of you laughing at the absurdity of tonight, kissing until he closes your door behind him, running to the driver's side and speeding away.

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nyctophiliq · 10 months

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hi hi could i request teasing neon or fade? i'm so in love with them and just wanna wear skirts and accidentally bend over in front of them all day

✮ ┆ pantie flashing neon and fade !

a/n god DOESN’T EVERYONE ??? I love both of the so much they are such shy perverts – also I am so sorry this took so long, I wasn’t sure how to write this but I hope, you like it nonnie

cw for MDNI, suggestive themes, pantie flashing, female-bodied reader (wears skirts, light make up), bending over, teasing, pantie flashing

✮ neon ;

neon was once more listening to sage and reyna argue over their training schedule and whether or not neon should be wearing her vest. she could hardly focus on the older women's argument because she was so sure that they were concealing their relationship—or at the very least, their feelings—from one another and that this was just a means for them to vent without raising suspicion.

but then her boredom comes and goes as she catches a glimpse of you at the other end of the room, chatting with jett with a pile of paperwork in your hand. she sighed, knowing that if that pile was that thick, you’d never finish with it today, ruining her plan to watch a movie with you while cuddling.

she sighs, looking up at the older agents who are still deep in their fight before she looks back at you. maybe if she’d help you with it you could be done with it before bedtime and also spend some much-needed time together. neon’s mind is flooded with the cute things she’d do for you, massage your shoulder or your hand because writing that much will be a strain on your muscles, bring you tea or coffee and some snacks so you don’t pass out from exhaustion.

that is her state of mind until she sees the papers fall from your hand and the next few moment like imagines flash before her as you lean over, bending down to get the papers. jett is crouching, handing you the papers while neon gets a perfect look at the panties that you had put on today, hugging your pussy lips perfectly. her lips fall open, a small shaky breath leaving as her eyes bulge and stuck to your ass as the skirt slides further up.

she doesn’t even notice somehow when you straighten your posture, turning your head, looking over your shoulder to glance at neon whose face is deep red. with a little chuckle, mouthing “like something?”, and a wink you go on you merry way back to your office, listening for the fast steps of your girlfriend’s following you.

✮ fade ;

she was just minding her own business as she always does, being the lone wolf that she is and rather than greeting you, or even acknowledging that you entered the room she paid more mind to the book she was holding in front of her face. truthfully she didn’t want to ignore you, but she had to finish this book, it was just getting to the best part.

“dammit…” you mutter under your breath, just loud enough for fade to hear though. she takes a quick glance above her book, just checking if you weren’t hurt or something. her mind stopped racing when she saw that you just dropped the pouch that had the arcade room’s coins in.

she didn’t know what held her attention on you, but when you lean down and your skirt rides up your ass, showing off the panties she watched you put on today while she was looking for her shirt- she knew that book wouldn’t be finished right now.

fade watched as you picked up the coin one by one, putting it back into the little bag without any rush. she crosses her legs, lowering the book a little bit more so it wouldn’t be in the way of any details she really wanted to take note of. she shuffled around, changing her position as quietly as she could, to really take a picture with her mind of the curve of your ass, the way your panties disappeared between your cheeks then reappeared when you leaned a little too forward.

she let out a soft sigh, trying to make sure you didn’t notice anything, before she went back to eyeing her book. but you must have sensed her staring at you since your body stiffens a little and you turned slightly away from the shelf. you looked behind you, only to see fade taking small glimpses your way.

“you okay?” you ask in a sort of worried, but still seductive tone. it was unlike her, but a blush crept its way onto her cheeks as she quickly covered her face with the book. she just hummed, nodding a little behind the pages. you bite your lip at her unspoken answer.

“okay then, see you later fade…” your voice trails off before leaving the room. your girlfriend closes her book, slamming it on the other side of the couch, taking deep breath to try and calm herself down, keep herself from trying to follow you.

#📗 — written by moss !#valorant x reader #neon x reader #fade x reader #valorant fade x reader #valorant neon x reader #valorant x reader smut #fade x reader smut #neon x reader smut

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littlelonelyone · 1 year

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All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him, had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck, when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his, lifting his head in the process. Her hand going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment, trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily, before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him, her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair making her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss, “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed and she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under this spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel the parts of him I never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me, George being the kind of person he was to me, wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued expertly fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and they couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader fic #harry potter #my fic #smut #x reader #teasing

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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is it possible for Wednesday x Reader where Reader is a musician that suggests Wednesday a cello and became a genius through Wednesday and Reader's battle through music and back to the present while Wednesday is typing she heard about reader through Enid's rambling about the latest gossips etc that Reader stops playing an instrument and began working as a heir for a company?(she found out that Reader got injured protecting Pugsley that forces Reader to retire)

Musician

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: request above

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

Didn’t really like this request at first but working on it I started enjoying it so much! It was actually really fun to write, I love music so I decided to give it a shot! I hope you like it🖤✨

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Years ago you were one of the most popular students in Nevermore. Everyone talked about you, everyone wanted to be your friend. All because you were really friendly, and because you could play each kind of instrument that was given to you. You would teach people how to play, how to play, this was your gift, music. You could teach music, talk through music and express yourself through music, and it was the best part of you. What people didn’t know was that playing instruments was your way of venting. The only time you showed true emotion was when you played something. You could come up with different kinds of melodies that represented your feelings at the moment.

Growing up though, your sonatas were becoming less and less more frequent and if there were any, they were all sad. The reason was unknown to everyone’s except to you. No one was seeing you as a person recently, they all just used your for bc entertainment and it had started to hurt really badly, but people didn’t seem to care. One day though you met Wednesday Addams. She was just a teenager when you first met her and you were teaching her how to play the cello. You were in your last year of school and for Wednesday it was her first. She was a really fast learner and you couldn’t hep but noticed how she was so much like you when it came to music.

“I can see how you get lost in your music,” you started, the ravenette girl looking at you as she fixed her posture. “I was like you years ago. Music was my one way to express myself without anyone noticing and I would hide myself behind it” you said again and watched as she looked down. “But there’s no shame in it. If you don’t like people seeing you express your emotions, then just use music as a hideout. This is what my ability is after all, music and all things related to it. The cello is your instrument Addams, keep practicing even when I’m out of here”. You said as your lesson for the day ended. It was probably the last of the semester as you would be having finals the next week.

As you had imagined, your finals went really good and you graduated with the top grades in your class, for once you were proud of yourself. Your sonatas started again, and for the summer they were heard in the whole town od Jericho. Everyone loved them even if no one knew where they came from. Wednesday had heard you too, and by the way you played she could tell that you were happy or if not happy then something close to it. She loved hearing you play and would listen to you from her room balcony, when school started again. At some points she even started playing along you, trying to find the right chords to fit your music however you always changed what you played so it was hard for her.

One day you were the one listening to her. You were in the woods next to Nevermore as you heard her play. You have never heard her play like that, it was like she was trying to follow in your footsteps. She had never showed it, but she had a lot of respect for you. She wanted to be a musician like you, even though she knew she couldn’t because her ability was something completely different than yours. She can express feelings but doesn’t want to, while you can only express them through music. Otherwise, if you can’t play music, you’re gonna have a huge build up of emotion that will eventually haunt you till the end of your days, and you always tried to avoid this but it wasn’t working.

One day as you were walking through Jericho, you saw Wednesday’s brother Pugsley being bullied by some kids from Pilgrim World. Apparently her family was there for parents week, and he’d ran off because he had argued with Wednesday. However he rightfully didn’t know where to go and ended up being bullied by those idiots. You stood aside watching for a while what they were doing for a while, but when you realized that they were going too far you decided to intervene. “Hey kids. Why don’t you leave him alone? He’s just a kid, you should know better.” You started, as you stood between him and the other kids.

“Look who it is. The freak who never stops playing that shitty music. We’ve got enough for you too” one of them said as you shot a look at Pugsley, telling him to leave. He caught your hint as he immediately started running away. The kids circling you “you don’t want to get against me, trust me. It will not end well for you” you started as you didn’t dare make a move against them. “Are you sure about that? It seems to me like there’s the three of us against you alone. I’m pretty sure that we’ll have the best of it.” And damn were they right. They started hitting you and pushing you around. You tried defending yourself but they were right, they outnumbered you. At some point they decided to end your career.

With lots of strength they blocked your hands, pulling them and moving them in weird positions until they broke in different places. Not just one, both of your hands. This was probably the first and only moment you showed your emotions outside from music. You were crying and screaming of pain, it hurt so bad. Your bones were shattered in thousands of pieces, causing you to lose feelings in both of them. As no one would call an ambulance for you, with hands hurting like hell you called one yourself and you were immediately taken to the hospital, however your condition was very critical, you ended up being amputated of both your hands.

You never expected this coming your way. Both your career and your personal hobbies were gone because of some bullies, and when you came home your sonatas obviously stopped. You had tried playing instruments even with no hands, but all of them required you fingers, which you didn’t have, not anymore. All the city could hear you try to play, but at the same time they heard you play really bad, and then stop suddenly until you didn’t play any instrument anymore. Did people care? No, not at all. You ended up having to work in your family company, which consisted in interviewing people. That’s right, they were journalist. The fact that you stopped playing caused you to build up too many emotions and fall into depression. However you had no one to talk to, and no one who would listen to you, not even your parents because they said that you had brought this upon yourself.

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In the meantime in Nevermore you were the subject of everyone’s gossip, especially Enid’s because she could talk about you in her blog. “Oh, I’ve got some new information about (Y/N)! Unluckily it’s not good news. Apparently she stood up for some kid that was being bullied by some idiots and the guys broke her hands so hard that she had to get them amputated… this is so sad. I loved hearing her play but now it seems like we won’t hear her play anymore…”

Wednesday stopped typing on her typewriter as she heard Enid say that. She had learned from her brother that you stood up from him, but she never knew that those idiots would go so far with hurting you. She felt so bad for you, it wasn’t fair. She loved hearing you play and she respected you a lot, once again she wanted to follow in your footsteps, so she took her cello (interrupting her writing time) as she went outside to the balcony as she tried to remember the way you played.

From then on she played each night for you, and you would relax knowing it was her and knowing that she was doing this for you.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

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staryuee · 2 years

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Lotus Rib Soup — Domestic Genshin Hcs ⸝⸝

— [warnings]. as always , not proofread and also written by sleep deprived me at 7am

— synopsis . . . some simple fluffy domestic headcanons

— characters . . . ayato , ayaka , zhongli , ningguang , xiao

— notes . . . these are just general domestic things i can imagine them doing :) not necessarily after marriage (but u can ofc interpret that they r!)

K. AYATO

— now if you thought he was clingy and overbearing before, be prepared for that to TRIPLE once you start living together

— you tell him constantly to ‘not go overboard’, but this is the head of the yashiro commission we’re talking about so of course he won’t listen

— he S P O I L S YOU , you simply gazed at some pretty jewellery on your walk today ? it’ll be sitting on your vanity desk the next morning, said you were craving some food ? he’s having it prepared right away

— now this man is a classic and dare i say traditional romantic, so you will get the sappy ‘breakfast in bed with a kiss on the forehead’ treatment every morning before he heads off to his duties

— every single day no matter how busy he is, he will give you a bouquet of flowers accompanied with some kisses, because hey who doesn’t enjoy some flowers (me, i have hayfever)

— before you he just let thoma clean up around the place, but now with you it feels rather intimate to him to complete some chores together , it just makes him happy

— overall 20/10 , wife husband material !!!

K. AYAKA

-- another one that completely spoils you rotten, but in a much more subtle way (at least she hopes because if she comes off as clingy she’ll probably hide herself from you until the next century)

— one thing she will absolutely never get tired of is hand holding , to the majority something like handholding is just a normal custom to any sort of relationship

— BUT !! to ayaka , it’s something that she finds to be a form of comfort, it makes her feel so much more comfortable and safe knowing that you won’t be leaving her any time soon

— what she loves even more than that is kisses, the passionate and chaste ones are always lovely and welcome however the ones she really prefers are the ones where you’re both laughing over something stupid - it makes everything seem so much more real to her

— she literally loves the random moments where you just twirl her around, it could be simply to give her a greeting or even a hug , but for some reason it makes her heart flutter

— your anniversaries would be so nicely organised and beautifully done , she’d probably plan months in advance because she just wants you to know that she loves you much more than she can show

— ayaka is very prone to loneliness, and having someone with her who she’s able to cherish and be so close with makes every hardship she faces worth it, every day when she’s done with her duties or even while she’s still performing them, she’s dreaming of being there with you

ZHONGLI

— this old ass man istg (affectionate)

— he will pester you SO much about your physical and mental well-being , always telling you, “ai ren, you’ll strain your eyes if you keep looking at those papers in the dark, come to bed,” OR ,”darling, i’m not sure venting your frustrations on some hilichurls will solve your problems, but im always free to listen.”

— now that he’s trying to live out his ‘mortal life’, he’ll definitely start appreciating and noticing minor details about you; whether that be your mannerisms, your tonal shifts, to your laugh or even your posture

— since he’s still technically an archon he just sorta ditched his job because he couldn’t be asked, he doesn’t necessarily need sleep BUT he absolutely adores the nightly routine you two have (once he finally coaxes you into going to bed that is)

— cooking is most certainly one of his favourite activities to do with you, not only is it enjoyable he gets to see you dance around the kitchen trying to find utensils and ingredients - honestly just looking at you doing anything makes him have the most love stricken expression on his face.

NINGGUANG

— now if you thought the kamisato siblings spoiled you, the tianqian takes that to the extreme

— if your gaze even lingers on an object for a second ningguang will have it in your possession in the next minute or so , ‘anything my dearest wants they’ll get’ that’s basically her motto

— she literally creates a room just for you in the jade chamber that she allowed you to decorate however you wished (most of the jade chamber has your touches added to it anyway)

— early mornings with ningguang don’t last long but they’ll always leave an impact on you both for the rest of the day , you’ll wake up with limbs tangled together and with your bodies pressed closed together, ningguang will give you special morning kisses to help boost your energy for the day but it honestly makes you just yearn for her more and distracts you

— she’s a rich and powerful chinese auntie ok, and she absolutely adores little kids she wants nothing more but for them to be happy and healthy - so when she sees you with kids her heart just simply explodes (crystallises? lol)

— “how can just a singular person be so precious and adorable … rex lapis thank you.”

— will ask about your thoughts on starting and raising a family, nothing too major of course maybe just one or two kids. anything you’re up for, she’s more than willing !

XIAO

— he’s been through way too much (especially after that new quest..) and being able to come to you and safely say “i’m home” genuinely makes him feel so loved and happy for once

— one thing he really enjoys while staying at home with you, is being cared for. you always reassure him that it’s just what he deserves, and your not doing any of this out of pity but out of love, and he absolutely knows that and cherishes that fact.

— wether it be back massages to relieve stress, cute little at home dates, intriguing conversations at three am as neither of you can fall asleep - xiao holds it all dear in his heart

— xiao doesn’t really have much of a morning ? i mean he doesn’t sleep and if you try to coerce him you’ll get turned down with the “i’m not mortal, i’ll be fine.” - but as soon as he says that line you respond back with the “but i’ll be so lonely without you” and he is dragging you to bed with you

— when you finally wake up together it’s the prettiest sight anyone could bear the witness of seeing, both of your bodies entangled together with xiao’s arms strongly hugging your waist in attempt to close the non existent gap between you

— he insists that this is all “useless” and that he’s waiting precious hours of the day, but with the loving way his eyes gaze at you ever morning and the way he tucks locks of your hair away from your face to look at you - it’s impossible to believe him

— your nighttimes are usually just spent with you coddling him and perhaps singing or humming a sweet melody to him

— kids are out of the question with him btw , buuutttt maybe if you begged enough times-

#i have a couple of work ideas that are just tied to the mxtx novels #what can i say i’m a xie lian worshipper #yes i have a problem 🤧#genshin x reader #genshin x gnreader #genshin #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #ayaka x reader #ningguang x reader

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slytherinboysappreciation · 3 months

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Moonlight - T. R. x werewolf fem!reader

A/N: this is the fourth part of this series. It’s mostly unedited so please be nice 💛 This is one of my favorite scenes so far and was the inspiration for this series. No use of Y/N. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

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CW: Period mentions, mood swings, bit of angsting over love, Tom being possessive and a bit of an asshole, a somewhat suggestive moment

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Your mood doesn’t improve the rest of the week. Your period and changing hormones make you more sensitive than usual, and seeing Tom every day sends you through a whirlwind of up and down emotions. Being with him is better than normal. Afterwards you feel horrible.

Maybe it’s just because he knows you’re on your period, but Tom is less agitating than usual. He still hovers, but it’s different now. Instead of going on about the need for safety, Tom offers you snacks after classes. He’s quieter; wears less cologne; even offers you chocolate and painkillers one particularly frustrating day.

It’s… nice.

And it kills you that he’s only doing it out of obligation.

Maybe you’re shallow for it, but his attention makes you feel good. Listened to. Maybe even a little wanted.

It’s almost addicting, the thrill in your chest when he calls you ‘love’. It’s the closest you get to convincing yourself that maybe he does care.

You pour it all out to Luna one day, practically venting about how worried you are that you might like Tom a bit. She just smiles at you.

“How can you be sure he doesn’t feel the same?”

You scoff. Laugh a bit. Roll your eyes. “Of course he doesn’t. He’s Tom Riddle. Besides, he’s told me an innumerable amount of times that he’s only around me because he’s concerned I’m a danger. You know this, Luna, come on.”

She tilts her head. “But he hasn’t said it in a while, has he? And he’s different around you now, isn’t he?”

You fall silent. She has a point, though you don’t like it. Tom has been acting different lately.

“It’s just coz he thought I was hurt,” you mutter, unable to come up with a better defense.

“He wouldn’t have acted so worried if he didn’t at least somewhat care for you,” Luna points out.

You cross your arms and stay silent. She shrugs.

“Okay, fine,” you mumble, “Maybe he’s not as annoying as he once was, and maybe he’s acting like he cares a little. It doesn’t mean he likes me. Maybe he just wants to be my friend?”

It sounds ludicrous, even as you say it.

Luna pats your shoulder. “Maybe he does. You’ll never know unless you ask.”

“Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm, holding no doubt whatsoever. Even talking to Luna about it is a big step. Asking Tom directly? Hell no.

You change the subject and talk about classes with her instead. She doesn’t push the subject anymore, which you’re grateful for.

You don’t know if you can even handle the idea of liking Tom, let alone him not hating you.

You and Tom are study partners and… acquaintances. Nothing more.

You ignore the part of your mind that thrills at the thought of something more.

A few days later, Tom changes your study spot for the day. Instead of spending your time in the library, he sets up a blanket outside. He even includes a nice basket of snacks.

The sunshine and nice air are a good change of pace. You study for a couple hours before putting your stuff away.

“You done?” Tom asks, looking a bit amused

You laugh a bit and stretch out on the blanket. The sunshine feels amazing on your back. It makes you sleepy and content. “Yeah.”

Tom falls quiet next to you. You can feel his gaze on you, but it feels softer than usual. You’re too comfortable to care.

You lazily doze for a while. The warm day and the sweet breeze feel heavenly.

You’re vaguely aware of footsteps signaling someone approaching. Tom stiffens next to you. You look up.

“Hi.” It’s a Hufflepuff boy. You’ve seen him around occasionally. He’s clearly nervous, but you can smell his excitement as well.

“Oh, hi.” You yawn and smile lazily up at the boy. His cheeks redden. Tom reeks of jealousy next to you. You ignore that fact.

“Um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me?” The boy asks hopefully. You open your mouth to reply, but Tom cuts you off. “Absolutely not.”

He’s giving the boy a death glare, like he’s actively plotting his murder. You raise an eyebrow. Tom’s jaw clenches.

“Riddle—“

“It’s Tom.” He says coldly to you, still burning a hole through the Hufflepuff boy. “And I said no.”

The boy backs away. “O-Okay!” He smells genuinely terrified. You watch him go, frowning.

You wait until he’s gone before turning on Tom. “What the hell, Riddle?!”

Tom hasn’t lost his angry look. He scowls at you. “Lie back down,” He says angrily. “Never talk to him again, and go back to sleep.”

You blink. You open your mouth to argue. Your body prickles with heat at his intense gaze. You close it again and lie back down.

You stare at the grass, trying to think. You’re trying really hard to ignore how hot his dominance made you. You try to rationalize it; to claim it’s from the wolf side of you.

You already know that’s not true. An attractive, riled-up boy ordering you around? That’s 100% your human side.

Not that it matters either way.

That thought ruins your good mood. It had been nice to forget for a moment that Tom only cared about you because of your lycanthropy.

You frown morosely at the grass, twirling a piece around your finger.

Now he’s keeping you from dating people. What’ll be next? Portioning your food? Preventing you from having friends?

You sigh and roll onto your back. You tilt your head to feel the warm sunshine, trying hard to push the thoughts from your head.

“Love?”

You look over at Tom. “What?”

He looks surprisingly unhappy. It confuses you. He smells worried, anxious, still very jealous.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade tomorrow,” he says.

You blink at him.

“Will… you go with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow…?” He repeats.

You shrug and nod. “Okay.”

You furiously stomp down the thought that it’s a date. He’s just being nice; he doesn’t really care about you.

It doesn’t keep your heart from melting at the relieved grin that spreads across his face. “Good.”

“Good,” you repeat softly. You hide the small smile that curls at your lips.

He settles back down, relaxing next to you again. You close your eyes and resist the urge to scoot closer to him.

Maybe… just for tomorrow… you can pretend it’s a date. Maybe you can pretend he likes you… just for a day…

Nothing bad will come of that. Definitely not.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #divider by cafekitsune #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house

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bronx-bomber87 · 4 months

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Happy Monday all :) Some UC Lucy and overly protective Tim. Always a fun combo to watch. Also Aaron telling like it is and getting a puppy. This is a good one before our epic next ep. Let’s get started.

5x07 Crossfire

We start off with Lucy getting recruited for a UC Op. She is official now post school. It’s for an all girl gang. They’ve been extorting shop owners on their turf. One stood up and he paid the price for it. What they need Lucy to do is infiltrate them. Get in close and see if they can’t get confession or murder weapon.

Lucy looks a little intimidated by the task. Harper doesn’t let that doubt linger for long. Builds her up saying she’s a UC now. This is what they do. Come in where they’re not wanted to build rapport and trust. Lucy puts her feelings of doubt in check and says she will figure it out.

Tim and Aaron show up for a noise complaint. The lady tells them she was just arguing with her son. Aaron asks what the problem is? She says he’s not listening, mouthy and cutting school. That she’s worried he’s going to end up like his sister. That'll she lose him to a gang. He’s only 15 years old. Tim tells her they can’t arrest or do anything unless he’s committed a crime.

She said she doesn’t want that. Just wants them to put the fear of God into him. See if it’ll keep him out of trouble. Aaron volunteers to talk to the kid. He does such good job with him. I love watching Tim watch him do that. You can see he’s impressed with the cop Aaron is becoming. He’s got a Lucy level skill of connecting with people and being genuinely empathetic. Aaron ends up giving Tabin his card for whenever he needs it to vent.

It doesn't take long before he is blowing up Aaron's phone complaining about his mom. It's actually pretty cute watching Aaron reply to him. He is enjoying helping this kid out and you can tell. Tim makes a joke about how he has a puppy now. The same kind of speech he gave Lucy back when she met Tamara in 3x02. Aaron is having the same resolve Lucy did back then. I mean yes her puppy lives with her now but we all love that haha He is cool as a cucumber saying as long as his mom is a good cook. LOL Tim just shakes his head.

We get some more Harper/Lucy goodness. Nyla is bringing over all the intel on the Razors. The folder is embarrassingly light. Lucy is confused because all these women have heavy records. Tons of drug arrests including meth. Harper tells her no one takes girl gangs seriously. It shows in the amount of intel they have on these women.

Lucy once again expresses her worry about making her way in. Harper knows she can do this. Wouldn’t have tapped her for this if she didn’t. I love their cute bonding moment about Lucy being a threat herself. Hehe That is true. Our girl is a powerhouse to be feared really. Especially with UC. Learned from the best in the business. Really loved this moment with them. Looking forward to more in S6.

Lucy is looking for any kind of in and finds out about Tim's call this morning. The sister of Tabin (Aaron’s puppy.) is in the gang. Lucy and Harper approach them about the call. Tim is cute af saying the call was cute. That all puppies are cute LOL Lucy’s comment is adorable about Tamara. Stealing earrings and losing them. It's classic and you know she wouldn't have it any other way. Tamara stopped being a puppy and became their pseudo daughter long ago though. This is an adorable moment nonetheless.

They’re telling Aaron this kid could be Lucy’s way in. One she desperately needs to establish instant rapport with them. You can see Aaron’s hesitancy on the whole matter. Knowing the mom’s feelings on opening that door for her son. Everyone seems on board for this plan except Aaron.

Which sucks cause he’s the rookie out of all of them. So his opinion while respected doesn’t carry the weight he wants it to. Tim says they can stakeout the meet together. Watch over Tabin so nothing happens to him. It's the only thing calming Aaron in this moment. So he agrees to reach out. They need the mother consent first before anything else.

Aaron is able to get Tabin's mom to consent. Telling her it'll be safe for him to do this. We find them next getting ready to send Lucy in. They’re posted outside a block party the gang is having. They spot Vina and signal Lucy to head in. She does so like a bat out of hell. Love her entrance and confidence she holds. Just handles that car like a damn champ as she drifts into the party literally. The concern on Tim's face from the moment she enters the scene is evident.

Tim looks anxious af the minute that gun is pulled on Lucy. He knows she can handle herself. Logically he knows that. It’s the emotional part that is flipping out right now. Even knowing she can handle herself doesn’t stop him from worrying like crazy. Doesn't ease the panic rising in his throat at the sight of her with a gun in her face. You can tell he is sick to his stomach watching this. Also look at Aaron he’s worried for Tim worrying. He can sense the tension coming off that man in waves.

Don’t tell me that man doesn’t know Tim Is gone for her. Aaron knows what's up. He has always sensed something more between them. Nothing he could put words to but he knows. Just like Grey, Angela and Harper know. Hence the look he’s doing right now for Tim. Worried Tim is a favorite of mine. We’re getting that right off the bat in this op.

Man is so in love and showing all his cards to Aaron. Doesn’t mean to be but he sure is. His whole body tenses up the minute that gun comes out. Legit panic all over his beautiful features. Lastly Lucy looks amazing btw. Like completely in BAMF mode. I’m as straight as an arrow. I’m sure you all can tell by way I drool over Eric. But damn if I don’t have a little girl crush on Lucy Chen haha

Lucy is smooth af in her verbiage. I love Angela and Harper smiling at her ‘Genes’ comment. They’re so proud of their girl. Makes me so very happy. Being the bad ass they knew she would be on this OP. Lucy holds her own the entire time. Doesn’t flinch once with that gun in her face. Shana comes up and has Vina stand down. Lucy says she’s gonna roll then. Acting like she doesn't need to be at this party. But she gets invited to stay for a drink or two. Mission accomplished. She’s in.

We watch Lucy lay down her backstory like a friggin champ. Saying she did a stretch at the same prison Shana did. Pulling out a name that will solidify her status for that. We watch Tim relax a little when she buys her story. Tells Aaron that Shawty is on the DOJ’s payroll and will back Lucy’s cover. Everything is falling into place like it's supposed to. Aaron says it time to pull Tabin then. He did what he was supposed to do. There is no need for him to stay at this party any longer than he has.

Tim tells him no. He’s fine where he is. Aaron presses it some more and says No sir he’s not. I said last episode Aaron had some serious balls with Tim. He for sure does in this moment holy hell. I remember gasping that he said that to Tim. I also said 'Excuse me.' with Tim when it happened LOL I was shocked Aaron would call him out like that. Tapping into Lucy from 1x03. Telling him like it is.

Tim is shocked too hence his reaction. He’s also mad that Aaron could not only see that but call him out on it. As we all know unless it’s Lucy and even then Tim doesn’t like to be called out. If looks could kill our lovely Aaron would be dead LOL Is Aaron right? Yes of course he is. Tim Is putting Lucy above this kid. That’s his first instinct is to protect her career and advance it. I love him for it truly I do. Doesn't mean Aaron is off base in what he is saying either.

Now even though I agree there is a time and place Aaron. Maybe don't call out your superior officer on an op like that lol But he’s definitely not wrong in this thought process. This is the thing Tim was scared of happening. Losing his objectivity based on Lucy alone. Now that’s been happening for years let's be honest. heh

Lucy Chen has been his blind spot for a long time. It’s just more prominent in this season. But Tim has always been putting her first since her early days. Now it usually has positive results. Unfortunately we see it has negative consequences this time around. Like what happens to this kid as we will see soon enough. Aaron’s fear of Tim wins out before the scene is up though. He says he shouldn't have said anything….Look at Aaron's eyes he is straight scared he just angered the beast ha

Sadly it turns out as badly as Aaron predicted it would. Tabin gets into with someone at the party and gets his ass beat. They break it up but not before he takes some serious damage. Lucy asks him if he’s ok Tabin says yes. Vina tries to get him to take the gun and he refuses. She makes fun of him and they take off. We can see how upset Lucy is he was hurt like that.

Unfortunately she has to compartmentalize and rejoin them. Harper says she’s in and they can leave now. Tim copies and they go to find Tabin. It’s super sad when they grab him up. Aaron looks so upset he got hurt. When the mom finds out she tears into them both. Can't say I blame her tbh. Aaron does jump in front of Tim (verbally speaking) during the whole thing. Doesn't do any good but I do love that.

Lucy gets brought along on a money run. I mean if nothing else Tabin's intro go her in real fast. Which is exactly what Lucy needed. It was the purpose of him being there. It’s so fun to watch her hold her own in these op's gotta say. Vina is a loose cannon and it shows. Lucy has to rein her in once again with being violent. It’s where we find out it was Vina who killed the owner not Shana. Harper’s original assumption was her not the sister. Which really sucks for Tabin and his mom. They had him be a CI to take her out not his sister…

Lucy meets up with Tim and Aaron outside Tabin's house. Vina is visiting her brother. Getting rid of the gun like Shana wanted her to by giving it to Tabin. Lucy lets them know it was Vina who killed store owner not the leader. Aaron looks so devastated. Lucy tells him how sorry she is but it’s true. That she probably has the gun on her right now. Tells them she doesn’t want to blow her cover so she’s gonna hang back. Tim understands and they roll up to arrest Vina.

She surrenders quickly but she already gave her brother the gun. Aaron see’s this and calls it out. We then watch Lucy all but bolt to Tim’s side. Cover blown because she thought he was in danger. Rolls up to back them in this arrest. I love that she had her cover protected then saw Tim was in potential danger. Said screw my cover my man is in trouble. Then launched to go protect him. Fantastic. Aaron gets him to drop the gun and hand it off. Tabin then says Aaron used him. It’s pretty sad tbh. They originally did this to bring her home not get her arrested because of their involvement. Sadly not how it worked out at all.

It’s confirmed the gun Vina had was the one that killed the owner. Aaron looks so sad about the whole ordeal. Lucy asks if his puppy has answered? He says no…Lucy reminds him they got a killer off the street. He replies sadly 'But it was his sister…' Her comforting skills kicking in telling him he’ll get it someday. As Tim and Aaron leave for night Tim and Lucy lock eyes.

Real subtle guys. The mini longing going on in this brief moment is primo though. Tim checking in on her but also sending heart eyes her way. Lucy doing the same thing in this gaze of theirs. The pining is real and evident in every episode. I adore that. Even one where they don’t have a ton of content. Testament to the amazing chemistry that Eric and Melissa have. Can take the smallest moments and make them explosive.

Also lord I love it when we get Tim Bradford in a Henley. Mmmm man makes something so simple so very sexy. Aaron apologizes to Tim for saying what he said. That he was out of line. Tim telling him yeah he was. Not in a place with Aaron yet to admit his faults. But it was good he saw how out of line he was in saying it then and there.

Tim does compliment him and say he had his back with the mom earlier. Aaron stepping right into that compliment saying yeah she was gonna lay him out LOL Oh how far our Tim has come for him to have a convo like that with Aaron and have it end with a smile. So proud of him it’s insane. That’s all she wrote for this one. Not a ton but enough that we got some goodies.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Elijah sucks LOL that’s it ha

Thank you forever and always to those who read, like and comment on these. Crazy ride it’s been doing these and you all make it worth it. See you all in 5x08 :)

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