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simp-plague · 13 days

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I haven't written in actual years and finally decided to try and pick it up again. So here is the first story I've ever posted and I hope ya'll like it!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Confident reader works at a beauty supply store and lives an average life but one day two men walk in and things start to heat up (modern au and aged up)

WC: 4,730

MDNI

Warnings: f reader, cock warming, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life ya'll lol), creampie (let me know if I missed anything)

You work at a beauty supply store and you expect it to be another normal day of customers, some who genuinely need help, some who have been doing their own hair for years, and some older women who like to argue with you until you start fuming. Until a red haired man and a blonde man walk into your store. The blonde looks like he doesn’t wanna be there while the red head looks happy and energetic. You ask them if they need any help finding something and the red head immediately responds “I’m looking for red hair dye”

“Well all our hair dye is down this aisle” you say as you walk towards all the hair dye “have you ever used professional hair dye before?”

“I didn’t really know there was a difference” he said while rubbing the back of his neck

Then the blonde chimes in “his girlfriend always does his hair” as he chuckles to himself

“Yeah she always does my hair and she told me to come here since she is out of town, I’ve never actually done my own hair”

“Oh does she come here often because if so I probably know her” you say a little excited

“Yeah she does!” He says excited “she has pink hair and the most beautiful yellow eyes” he’s like a love sick puppy and it makes your heart warm

“Oh so you’re Mina’s boyfriend, Kirishima right?” With a wide smile on your face

“Yeah I am” a small chuckles comes out of him

“And you must be the grumpy friend, Bakugou” you say trying to hold in a laugh

The blonde turns to you with a scowl on his face while Kirishima laughs and says “yeah that’s him”

“Well I’m happy to finally put names to faces”

You start to show him the red hair dye his girlfriend Mina always buys and all the things he is going to need. You notice another customer walks in the store, you excuse yourself from the two men for a moment to help the other customer.

“Hi welcome in, is there anything I can help you with” you say in your customer service voice to the older lady who just walked in

“Yes” she said obviously already angry “I purchased this electric razor from this store a week ago and I don’t like it! I need a refund!”

You calmly explain that she can’t return the item and point out the sign above the register that electric razors are final sales only and there will be no refunds. She is obviously not happy and starts to raise her voice “that sign wasn’t there a week ago! So I’m allowed a refund” her rant continues to the point she is yelling at you.

You start to get extremely angry as you try to continue to explain why the refund isn’t going to happen.

Bakugou and Kirishima hear the women now yelling at you and look over to see the confrontation. They start walking over to the register with all the items they wish to purchase and to see if you are okay but before they get the chance to confront the women yelling at you, you snap.

The anger you were suppressing as the woman berated you finally boiled over and you’ve had enough. You raise your voice at the women, not quite yelling but you are no longer speaking in your customer service voice. “Ma’am. You have no right to yell at me for doing my job. Instead of being a self obsessed person, how about you think how your words and actions affect other people?”

The woman is dumb founded at how you just spoke to her as she tries to collect herself you say “if you have a problem with our policies feel free to call our customer service line and if you feel the need to complain about me, my name is Y/N L/N, but I can assure you I will not lose my job and you will end up looking like the fool”

The woman had shock all over her face and she tried to say things but no words came out, she angrily huffed and stomped out the store.

You turn around and take a second to calm yourself down, if you could have you would have punched her across the face but you know if you did that you would most definitely lose your job. When you finally turned back around you are met with the shocked faces of Bakugou and Kirishima.

Embarrassment swept over your face “holy shit I’m so sorry about that!”

Kirishima still slightly in shock tries to say something but is interrupted by Bakugou “damn that was impressive” he said with a smirk on his face

You look at Bakugou with pink slightly dusting your cheeks “thanks, some people just don't understand common sense" you say as you push some hair behind your ear. Bakugou nods in agreement

You notice Kirishima holding the items you showed them “oh are you ready to check out?”

“Yeah” said Kirishima as he starts to set the items on the counter

You make some small talk while scanning their items and placing them in the bag, he then pays and starts to walk out the door before turning around to see his friend Bakugou “Yo Bakubro, you coming?”

Bakugou snaps out of whatever he was looking at and starts walking towards his friends and then leaves the store.

The rest of your day was fairly normal after that but your head was off thinking of other things.

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In the parking lot after they left

Kirishima looks over at his friend while walking towards the car “You were starting at her ya know?”

Bakugou looks at his friend “shut up shitty hair, I was not” a slight blush forming across his face

“Come on man you totally were and looks like she wasn’t upset about it” he chuckles “I bet I can get Mina to give her your number”

“I’m gonna hurt you unless you shut the hell up”

Their whole ride home was Kirishima teasing Bakugou while the blush on his face got a little darker

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Two days later

You are getting ready for your work day and you can’t stop thinking about Bakugou ‘why am I even thinking about him? I don’t know anything about him except the fact he is extremely hot’ your face starts to warm up just thinking about it. You shake the thoughts while heading out of your apartment to go to work.

Most of your day just flew by and next thing you know you only have an hour left until you gotta close the store. Then a familiar girl with pink hair walks in.

“Oh hey Mina! It’s great to see you!”

She has the biggest smile on her face while she walks up to you “hey girly!”

“I finally got to meet Kirishima last week, he’s so sweet and definitely obsessed with you” you wink at her and she chuckles “Did he forget something? it’s not like his roots grow that fast to need a touch up already” you laugh

“Nope” Mina’s smile didn’t falter which makes you slightly confused “I have something for you”

“Oh? What is it” curiosity gets the best of you

“Someone I know is interested in you” she shoots you a wink

Your cheeks start to warm up and you start thinking of who you know that Mina also knows. It then dawns on you that it could only be one person.

“By the look on your face right now it looks like you know who I’m talking about” she smirks

“Ummm… is it Bakugou?” You say at almost a whisper

“Ding ding ding! You win the prize” she holds out her hand and she is holding a piece of paper

You slowly reach out and grab the paper from her and unfold it. Your eyes get wide looking at the ten numbers written on it. “Is this…”

“Yup it’s Bakugou’s phone number, he wanted me to give it to you”

“Wait really?!” Shock is written all over your face

“Yeah you should give him a call when you get off work”

“Okay… I will but wait, why is he even interested in me? He only met me once and barely spoke” you say

“He saw the way you stood up for yourself when that lady was screaming at you and didn't give two shits about getting in trouble, he likes a girl who can stand her ground and you definitely showed that”

“Wow umm okay I guess that makes sense” you say while rubbing the back of your neck “I’ll give him a call once I close the store”

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40 minutes later

You just finished closing the store and as you walk to your car you are fiddling with the paper Mina had given you with Bakugou’s phone number on it. Once in your car you let out a sigh and dialed his number. The phone started ringing and ringing, the anxiety swirling in your stomach had you holding your breath ‘maybe he won’t answer. Am I really doing this? Shit I’m just gonna hang up and try later’ but before you can hang up the call and voice from the other end says “hello?”

“Umm hi… Bakugou?”

“Yeah, who is this?”

‘Shit did Mina not tell him I was gonna call?’

“It’s Y/N the girl from the beauty store” your nervousness makes your voice a little shaky and you hope he can’t tell

“Oh yeah the girl who wasn’t scared to stand up for herself” you can almost hear his smirk through the phone

Your nerves start to dissipate and your confidence comes through “so I hear you are interested in me” you smile to yourself

“Yeah I may be interested” he slightly chuckles

“So you gonna ask me out or do I have to ask you out?”

He laughs on the other end of the call “how ‘bout I pick you up tomorrow at 6pm?”

“I close the store tomorrow but I’ll be free by 8pm”

“8pm it is then”

“I’ll send you my address and I’ll see you tomorrow”

“It’s a date”

The phone call ends and you giggle to yourself. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this excited about a date

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The next day

You wake up and start your day like every other, styling your hair, doing your makeup, picking out an outfit, and making breakfast. Throughout your whole day you are giddy with excitement about your date tonight.

The day went by fast and you finally got home after work, you practically sprinted to your apartment door to start getting ready. You are halfway ready when you hear a knock on the door. You quickly grab your phone to see the time “shit it’s already 8!”

You quickly make your way to the door completely oblivious to what you were wearing. You open the door and are greeted by a tall handsome blonde named Bakugou. He is wearing black slacks that hug his legs perfectly, a black button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a gold chain around his neck. “Damn you look good” you say with a smile on your face. He looks you up and down and stifles a chuckle “you also look good but I don’t think you can wear that out” he smirks. You quickly realize you are still wrapped up in a towel from your shower and your face gets warm as a blush starts to appear on your face but that doesn’t waver your confidence.

“If you like what you see now just wait till I’m actually ready” you give him a wink “just give me 5 minutes and then I’ll be ready”

You motion for him to come in and then you walk away to your room to finish getting ready

Just as you said it took you only 5 minutes to get dressed. You walk into your living room wearing a tight dark green dress that shows all your curves with a thigh slit that stops just before your hip and a simple pair of matte black stiletto heels.

“Fuck you were worth the wait” he says with shallow breaths

You laugh and it just emphasizes how your breasts jiggle in a dress that leaves little to the imagination of your shape. He is just staring at you and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Should we get going?” You ask while walking towards him

You can see how his adam apple moves when he swallows before responding “yeah” he extends an arm for you to hold onto and you gladly accept and walk to his car.

The whole car ride he has his hand gripping your thigh and you can feel yourself getting wet, you push the thought out of your head then you finally arrive at the restaurant. He parks the car and gets out, he walks around to the other side and opens the door for you with his hand extended for you to take, you happily accept.

He stops in his tracks when you reach the door of the restaurant. “What’s wrong?” you look up at him with doe eyes.

You scan the area and see what he is looking at, it’s Mina and Kirishima. “Holy shit! What are you guys doing here?” You say while walking towards them

“Bakugou was telling us about your date tonight and how nervous he was so we thought we’d surprise y’all” Mina said with a smile stretched on her face

Bakugou sent a glare her way. You elbow Bakugou on the side “is that true? Mister tall and handsome was nervous?” A smirk on your face

He stammers over his words after you so openly called him handsome. “That’s okay, I was nervous too” you say while giving him a genuine smile.

“Wouldn’t have guessed your were nervous” he chuckles and you elbow him in the side again

“Oh look they look like a couple already and the date hasn’t even started yet” Mina says looking at her boyfriend. “Yeah like a match made in heaven” Kirishima adds

You and Bakugou send them both a look this time before Bakugou says “well should we head inside?”

Everyone nods and walks into the restaurant. The whole night was amazing and filled with smiles and laughter. Sadly the night had to come to an end and you said your goodbyes to Mina and Kirishima before making your way back to Bakugou’s car.

“Can’t believe they crashed our first date” Bakugou said while running his hand through his hair

“How ‘bout I make it up to you?” You say while getting into his car

“What do you have in mind?” He takes your hand in his

“When you take me home, come in for some wine”

He smirks and pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it gently “I’d love to”

You both arrive to your apartment and walk inside. You go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses then join him on the couch.

For hours you both talk about likes, dislikes, your pasts, and just about life while sipping wine. Next thing you know it’s 4am, you spent almost the whole night just talking.

“Fuck it’s 4am” you say while looking at the clock

“I guess I should head home”

He starts to stand up but you grab his hand and stand up with him. “Tonight was a lot of fun”

“Yeah it was, I’ll call you tomorrow”

You walk with him to the door and he starts to walk out your apartment. You quickly grab him by the wrist before he walks away and pull him into a kiss, a deep kiss that has him pushing you up against the wall with your hands gripping his shirt and his hands in your hair.

You both pull away breathing heavily. “I couldn’t let you go with out at least one kiss” you say

A smirk appears on his lips “can’t wait to kiss you again” he says before walking out your apartment

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A month goes by and you and Bakugou have officially started dating. It’s been amazing and it’s more amazing you both have been able to keep your hands to yourself this long other than passionate make outs. But that’s soon to change and you are going to make sure of that because it’s driving you crazy for how much you want him to touch you and have him inside you.

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You’re sitting at home in bed tossing and turning unable to fall asleep. Your head is swarming with thoughts of your boyfriend Bakugou. You let out a large sigh while sitting up abruptly and whipping the blankets off your body. You lean over and grab your phone off the night stand and hit the call button next to Bakugou’s name.

Ring ring

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

"What are you doing right now?" You sound a little frustrated

"Just hangin' with some of the guys, why?" Concern slightly laced in his voice

You let out a huff before saying "I need you"

"What do you mean baby? You already have me" he said confused

"Fuckin' hell, no! I need you here now, kissing me and touching me"

He is silent on the other end of the call

"Kats? You still there?"

"Yeah... just had to step outside so the guys can't listen in"

"Well how 'bout you just go ahead and ditch them and come over here" you say seductively

"Fuck, baby" his breathing gets slightly heavy

"Come on Kats~ and let me make you cum"

"I'm on the way"

He ends the call and walks back into Denki's apartment. "I'm leaving" he says while grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter

Denki looks up from his phone "Wait? Why?"

"Isn't it obvious" Sero laughs

"What do you mean?" Denki says confused

"He's got pussy waiting for him" Sero smirks

"Oh shit!" Denki says with shock on his face

Bakugou glares at his friends before heading out the door ignoring Sero and Denki's laughter

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Back at your apartment

You put your phone back down on your night stand sitting in bed wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties. Almost 20 minutes pass and you're about to text Bakugou until you hear a knock on the door. You excitedly jump off your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a sweaty Bakugou.

"Damn babe, did you run here?" you laugh

"I may have" He looks you up and down and his breath hitches for a moment

You notice how he looks at you and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in and shut the door behind him

"I promised I'd make you cum" you say while pulling him against your body

The hunger in his eyes grows and he pushes you up against the wall. "I promise I'll make you cum first" He smashes his lips against yours as his hands wander down to your hips and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck deepening the kiss even further.

You feel the bulge in his pants grow and start to grind into you, you moan into his mouth and follow his rhythm. You break the kiss first, when you pull your head back a string of saliva still connects the two of you. "Bedroom, first door on the left" is all you said before pushing yourself back to his soft plush lips.

Bakugou moans into your mouth as a response and then he starts to make his way to your bedroom with you still in his strong arms. It's like you weighted nothing to him as he made his way to the room, not a falter in his steps.

Bakugou throws you onto the bed and you let out a small gasp while landing on your back. He starts to crawl his way onto the bed until he is right above you with both hands on either side of your head supporting his weight. "I'm gonna make you feel good, princess~"

Bakugou leans down and places a kiss to your lips, you reach up and wrap both arms around his neck to pull him further into the kiss. You slowly raise one leg to wrap it around his waist to pull his whole body closer to yours and with your new leverage you are able to roll Bakugou over onto his back with you now straddling his lap.

To say his face looked shocked from what had just happened would be an understatement. You look Bakugou in the eyes with a smirk on your face "you seem confused, has no one ever taken control of you before~"

A slight blush starts to rise on his face as he looks at you, you don't break eye contact as you slowly start to slowly take off your own shirt leaving you just in your lace panties. The hunger in Bakugou's eyes grows even deeper when you strip yourself of your shirt and exposing your tits to him. (since you weren't wearing a bra)

"damn" Bakugou huffs out "you're stunning"

A confident smile appears on your lips as you lean down pressing your chest against his. "doesn't seem fair that you still have your shirt on now." You whisper into his ear as your hands glide down his sides until you reach the hem of his shirt and gently pulling it up.

Bakugou takes your hint and sits up and pulls his shirt over his head as you lean back to admire his beautifully sculpted body. After quickly throwing his shirt somewhere in the room his arms quickly wrap around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. Moving in unison and his tounge swipes across your bottom lip as if asking permission for entrance and you happily let him. Tounges swirling together and moaning into each others mouths as you slowly grind on the hard bulge in his pants.

Bakugou's lips started to drift away from your mouth and down your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. Your hands find their way into his blonde locks as his lips made their way further down you body until they reach you perky nipples. He slowly licks one small bud ,then takes the bud into his mouth to suck and nibble on it. You back arches into his body as you let out a moan and grip his hair tighter in your hands. A smirk forms on his lips as he detaches himself from your small bud and makes his way to the other to give it the same affection as the first one. That coaxed another moan out of you and you grind even harder on his clothed cock, in desperate need for some type of friction.

You sit up so you are standing on your knees and you run you fingers on the inside of Bakugou's waist band, you lean down to whisper in his ear "take them off." That sent a shiver down his spine but he follows your command and takes off his pants, "these to" you say while rubbing his hard cock through his boxers and he lets out a low moan.

Bakugou's hard cock springs out and lands on his stomach, leeking pre down his length. You take a few seconds to admire his cock before you take your hand to wrap it around his girth. He leans his head back and inhales a sharp breath threw his teeth. As you slowly stroke his length, you use your other hand to slip out of your lace panties and slowly rub circles onto your aching clit.

"fuck" he huffs and then opens his eyes to look at you and his eyes go slightly wide at the sight of you rubbing your own cunt. "shit princess, you're so... nngh... damn hot"

You start to slowly lower your self closer to his aching cock that's still in your hand, lining his member to your entrance. You look him in the eyes, his red eyes swirl with hunger and lust. "do we need a-" his words are cut short when you push yourself down on his cock, taking him all at once. Your walls flutter around him and your head leans back and you let out a loud moan. You look back down at him and while trying to steady yourself you say "no, want to feel all of you"

Leaning down and enveloping him in a deep kiss as you grind and ride him. You sit back up and your speed increases, your moans get louder as your hands grab your breasts. Bakugou is staring at you loving the view of you using him but he is becoming impatient with the slow speed. His hands grab your hips to help you ride him faster "fuck, Kats" you moan.

Bakugou's impatience officially got the best of him and he is now lifting you up and flipping you onto your back without leaving your tight cunt. "I'm done with this slow shit" he huffs "I'm gonna ruin you"

His speed picks up and all you can hear is the lewd sound of skin smacking skin and your crying moans. Bakugou's hand finds its way to you swollen clit and starts to rub slow circles. "fuck, your gonna make me cum" you moan

Your walls flutter around his member, squeezing him so tight with your climax quickly approaching. "shit baby, if you keep squeezing me like that I'm not gonna last"

His thrust start to get sloppy, losing his rhythm as his hand speeds up on your aching clit. "I-I'm gonna-" you scream out in ecstasy and your back arches off the bed, your cunt squeezes him even harder which makes Bakugou let out a deep moan.

"where do-"

"inside" you say in between gasps and your response made him groan "fuck, princess" It doesn't take long for him to paint your walls white with his spend.

He leans down enveloping you in a deep passionate kiss before putting his full weight on top of you and keeping his cock inside you. Both of your breathing starts to steady and Bakugou nuzzles his head into your neck kissing it gently. "I love you Y/N" he whispers extremely quiet almost hoping you didn't hear him because he thinks it's to soon to say. You lean back slightly to look at his face and place a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently "really?"

"yeah, I knew I'd fall in love with you the moment I saw you stand up for yourself to that bitch"

You stifle your laughter "I love you to Kats" You smile at him warmly and pull his face to yours to softly kiss him. You two lay in bad a little while longer just absorbing the warmth you share.

"okay, I'm feeling sticky, get up" you giggle. Bakugou sarcastically groans and gets up, pulling himself out of you. You sigh at the sudden emptiness but then notice Bakugou walking out of the room "where are you going?"

"getting a wet cloth, you said you were sticky"

You look at him with so much adoration and love. When he comes back into the room, he sits on the bed and wipes you down. After cleaning you up he lays back down on the bed and extends his arm to you, his silent way of telling you he wants you close. You slide into his hold and lay your head on his chest and all you can think before sleep takes ahold of you is 'how did I get so damn lucky?'

#mha #my hero academia #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakubae #katsuki bakugou #bakugousmut #bakugou smut #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #I haven't written in a long time and I hope this is good

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Alright why not

Sirius Black x reader..

Reader's first animagus transformation (she is a wolf), Sirius didn't know she was learning how to become one, she doesn't know he is one either. Mild chaos ensues because there's a wolf in Gryffindor tower (that's not moony lol) Reader is fond of mischief and waits until right before they decision to send for a professor for help to attempt to transform back.

Gen reader or Fem reader preferred.

Canis Major

Request: Reader's first animagus transformation (she is a wolf), Sirius didn't know she was learning how to become one, she doesn't know he is one either. Mild chaos ensues because there's a wolf in Gryffindor tower (that's not moony lol) Reader is fond of mischief and waits until right before they decision to send for a professor for help to attempt to transform back.

Hi! I altered your request just a little bit, I hope that’s alright. If you want me to fix anything or write you something else, just let me know. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, let me know if i missed anything)

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“I am so bloody sick of their pranks,” Lily groaned, marching into the dorms. You put down your book, sitting up.

You gave her a sympathetic smile, patting the spot on your bed next to you for her to come sit. “What did they do this time?”

“I just finished transfiguring a few of the second year’s faces and hair back to normal. They were nearly in tears when I found them downstairs. Apparently, Remus found a way to charm jellybeans into a form of polyjuice. Their hair was as white as Dumbledore’s. How they managed to get one of his hairs, I’ll never know.”

“They played that prank on Sirius last week,” you laughed, remembering the tantrum he threw when he couldn’t fix it himself. “It took me ages to figure out how to reverse it. I have to commend Remus on his brewing ability.”

Lily groaned, clearly not sharing your idea of humor on the matter. “I’m a prefect, you know. I can’t always turn a blind eye.”

“Who’s idea was it to use the jellybeans? I thought Remus just used it to get back at Sirius for nicking his chocolate stash.”

“I managed to crack James,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Apparently, it was meant for the Slytherins. There was some kind of mixup, and the second years got a hold of them before they could stop it.”

“Morons,” you mused, shaking your head.

“We need to get them back. They’ve gotten a little out of hand lately, and I don’t fancy being the subject of their next joke.”

You grinned, rubbing your hands together. “What do you have in mind? I’ve got plenty of ideas personally, but I’m open to yours.”

“Think about pranking your boyfriend often?” She asked grinning, her brow raised.

“You think I’m safe just because I’m dating him?” You asked, chuckling. “Even I am not immune to his little games. It pays to be one step ahead.”

Lily sighed, taking your hand in hers. “We’ll have to just come up with something good, then. It’s the full moon in two days, you know.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” You asked, turning your body to face her. “Remus will be preoccupied all day, I assume the boys will be as well. You know how he gets the day before, they’ll probably stick to the dorms so he doesn’t have to exert himself much.”

“Exactly.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What’s your plan?”

You knew that Remus was a werewolf, as did Lily.

It didn’t take long for either of you to figure it out, and Remus reluctantly told you the truth when you confronted him about it and promised you would never tell. You had even offered to swear an Unbreakable Vow, but he declined. You resigned to letting the boys fill you in on what happened when Remus would return to their dorms, knowing they’d be the ones he turned to if he needed someone.

Lily knew that you were an Animagus, too.

She was the one you came to when you began training for it. Each month when Remus would return from the hospital wing, you’d cringe at the sight of his fresh scars. You wondered if there was a way you could help him, beyond brewing Essence of Dittany and visiting him the morning after. There had to be a way you could help him each transformation, something you could do in the moment, and not after. The thought led you to your training, which you eventually had to confide in Lily about so that she could help you.

Surprisingly, she was very helpful about it. She did scold you, and berate you about how dangerous and not to mention illegal it was. But she wanted to help Remus, too, so she agreed to help you.

What you didn’t know was that the boys beat you to the idea. They had already begun accompanying Remus on full moons, a fact that Lily discovered for herself. She was just that clever, putting together the pieces before anyone else.

The nicknames they openly called themselves may have had something to do with that.

The boys becoming Animagi probably eased her reaction when she discovered you were also training to become one. She had by then done some research on the topic herself, helping you with the final stages.

Together, you finished the trials, and you finally took the form of a wolf. Ironic, considering what had inspired you to begin training in the first place. You had yet to follow Remus to the Shrieking Shack on a full moon, figuring going alone probably wasn’t the best idea. You hadn’t quite figured out how to tell him or your friends about it, figuring they would think the idea was insane.

It was a wonder they had somehow managed to hide the fact from you that they had already done it themselves. You’d figure it out later, and have the opportunity to scold your friends and your boyfriend for not including you.

But for now, Lily was the only one who knew the whole truth.

And she would use it to her advantage. What better way to get back at her friends would there be, than to scare the shit out of them in their own dorm?

“I have a plan,” she smirked, giving you an uneasy feeling. “Not on the full moon, of course. I’m not reckless in the way they have been recently. But if they have a wolf, I think it’s time we use ours.”

Your eyes widened at her words, and you shook your head. “Are you mad? You want me to show the boys that I can turn into a wolf at will? Don’t you think they’ll wonder where I learned how to do that?”

“Oh, come on. There’s no harm in it. They won’t tell anyone, I promise. I wouldn’t suggest it if I thought they would react badly. Trust me on this.”

“Are you sure?” You sighed, your voice less than confident. “I’m not so sure Sirius will fancy the idea of his girlfriend turning into a giant beast.”

Lily grinned, disagreeing. “I have a feeling he’ll be very open to the idea. You practically have him on a leash. Where you go, he follows. It’ll be fine.”

You missed how she tried not to laugh at her own joke, and you stood, finally agreeing.

“Alright! How do we do this? Alone, right? I’d prefer scaring the shit out of them without other people seeing.”

“Tomorrow night, just after dinner starts. We go eat, and hurry back here before them. We’ll say you aren’t feeling well or something, and tell Sirius you’ll wait for him in his room. Their dorm will be empty, I’ll make sure of it, and they’ll be the only ones coming back so early. You sneak in and wait for them, I’ll come down and make a big fuss. They’ll rush up, and you scare them. Easy enough, right?”

You looked at her warily, both impressed and terrified by her plan. “You’re fucking scary, you know that? I’d hate to see what you and those idiots could come up with if you put your mind to it. It’s a good thing you don’t ever join them.”

“Never have, and I never will,” she mused, grinning at you. “But I’ll join you. It’s about time they got a taste of their own medicine.”

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The next evening, as planned, you excused yourself from dinner. You made sure Remus’s plate was loaded up so that he ate enough to keep his strength up, and then you stood, pressing a kiss to the top of Sirius’s head.

“I think I’m gonna go lie down a bit,” you said, smoothing your hand over his hair.

Sirius turned around, looking concerned. “Are you alright, love?”

You smiled, reassuring him. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. Mind if I lay down in your dorm for a bit? Some of the girls are in mine and they’re always quite loud after dinner.”

He nodded, running a comforting hand up and down your arm. “Of course, darling. Do you want me to come up with you?”

Your eyes softened as you looked down at him, almost regretting the prank you were about to pull. But as your eyes met Lily’s, she reminded you of the plan, and you shook off the feeling.

“No, it’s fine, stay and eat,” you said, squeezing his shoulder. “Lily, would you mind coming with me, though? I wanted to ask about the Potions lesson today, I think I missed some of the notes.”

Lily nodded, standing up. “I’m finished anyways. Come along, darling.”

She linked her arm with yours, leading you away from the table and out of the Great Hall. As soon as you were out of sight, you snickered together, rushing for the dorms.

“Get up there quickly,” she said, ushering you through the portrait entrance. “Sirius seems rather worried about you, the lovesick git. He chooses now to be a good boyfriend?”

“He‘s always a good boyfriend,” you laughed, heading up the stairs to the boys dorm.

“Yes,” she agreed, playfully rolling her eyes. “It’s sickening at times. Now hurry up, before he decides to come back and do something sweet and ruin it all.”

You nodded, quickly pushing open the door to the boys dorm, closing the door behind Lily. You looked around the room once you both were in, and Lily’s eyes widened in shock.

“Merlin, they’re messy,” Lily gasped, bending down to pick up stray items of clothing and pieces of parchment.

You snickered as she tried to clean. “I’d be careful what you touch, love. You don't know where all this shit has been.”

She grimaced, quickly dropping everything in her hands. She took her wand out of her pocket, casting a cleaning spell. You watched as everything on the floor hovered in the air, before categorizing itself either onto a bed, bag, or in the bin.

“I casted a listening charm in the common room, we’ll be able to hear when they come in.”

“I’d probably be able to hear it, anyways. Wolf hearing and all,” you thought out loud.

Lily nodded, turning to you. “Alright, let’s see it. Do your thing.”

“Where do you want me?”

Lily thought a moment, before shrugging. “It doesn’t matter, I don’t think. A wolf in any part of their room will freak them out…although maybe you should sit on James’s bed. Something tells me he’d scream the loudest.”

You laughed, nodding. “See you in a bit, then.”

Without another word, you shifted into your wolf form, now on four legs. You stood tall, bowing to stretch as you got used to being in this form.

Lily nearly gasped when you finished, looking at you with wide eyes. “I nearly forgot how big you are like that. Of course you’re black, too. You match your boyfriend. Why am I surprised?”

You huffed, jumping up on Sirius’s bed. You sat on the edge of it, laying down. Lily came over to stand next to you, running a hand along the fur on your spine.

“You really are scary, you know. I think James is going to cry.”

You wished you could laugh, turning to nuzzle your head into her hand. Suddenly, Lily perked up, heading to the door.

“They’re coming! Get down, stand right here behind the door. I’ll corral them all in here, and shut the door so they can’t get out. Do try to not get hexed, I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen. Be right back!”

She opened the door, feigning terror. She let out a scream, bounding down the stairs.

“James!” You could hear her call. “Sirius, Remus! Someone help!”

“What is it?” A unison of voices said, and then there were footsteps bounding up the stairs.

You took the sound as your cue to hide, stepping behind the door so you couldn’t be seen at first. The door was pushed open, and one by one, the boys filed in. They all stopped in their tracks, looking at each other confused. Lily closed the door behind them, standing against it so they couldn’t leave.

“Lily, there’s nothing in he—“

Remus was cut off by a low growl, and the boys turned to see you stalk closer to them from the side of the room. James let out a yelp, clambering to climb up onto his bed.

“What the fuck?�� James screamed, nearly shaking on the bed. “It’s humongous.”

“Is that…that’s a…it’s a…,” Sirius stuttered, before Remus grabbed his shoulder, pulling him behind him.

“A wolf.”

“A werewolf or a wolf wolf?” James asked, and Sirius scoffed from behind Remus.

“Don’t be daft, James. Werewolves can’t just turn at will, not like this. And it’s not a full moon yet.”

“That’s not what I look like is it?” Remus asked, looking down at you cautiously.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sirius asked, frantically looking around. “Wasn’t she up here with you?”

You had yet to move, looking between your friends. From the door, Lily was trying to hide her snickers. You huffed out a breath, taking a slow step forward. All three boys let out a squeal, stepping back.

Lily rolled her eyes, taking a step towards you. “Not very brave, for a bunch of Gryffindors.”

“Lily, no!” James yelled, jumping down from the bed. You let out a growl at him, making him hesitate. He tried to step forward again, but Sirius held an arm out across his chest, holding him back.

“Sirius!” James argued, but Sirius wouldn’t relent.

“Just wait!” Sirius said, looking at you with curious eyes. “Evans…keep going.”

Lily nodded, slowly approaching you with an extended hand. You feigned interest, sniffing her hand. After a minute, you nuzzled her hand with your snout. She let out a giggle, running her hand through your hair, reaching up to scratch behind your ears.

“Is Lily petting a fucking wolf?” Remus asked, looking back at his friends. “Am I going mad?”

“If you’re mad, then I’m batshit crazy for this,” Sirius said, slowly approaching you. “Please don’t bite me, please don’t bite me…”

His voice trailed off as he crouched down in front of you, letting you sniff his hand. He avoided your gaze, his hand slightly shaking with fear. You decided you had stalled long enough, flexing your paws. Suddenly, you leaped, landing on Sirius and knocking him to the ground. You pinned him to the floor under you, hovering your face just above his.

“Fuck!” Remus said, reaching for his wand.

James had already drawn his, moving to stun you, when Lily stood in between you and them to block you.

“Don’t!” She said, drawing her own wand. “Don’t hurt it.”

“Are you mad? It’s on top of Sirius right now, move,” Remus said, trying to reach around her. “Lily, this isn’t funny.”

“If we aren’t going to do something about it ourselves, then we need help. I’m going to get a professor,” James said, headed for the door.

“No need, boys,” Sirius called up from the floor. “I think I’ve got it handled.”

Lily moved out of the way to reveal Sirius on the floor, with you resting flat against his chest. The boys looked at him stunned, and Sirius was reluctant to move under you.

“We may need a professor to help get you out,” Sirius said, smoothing a hand down your fur. “But I think it’s safe to say you aren’t going to kill me.”

Lily whistled, and you climbed off Sirius’s chest, moving to stand beside her. She gave you a look, and you took that as a sign, slowly shifting back into your regular form. You stretched once fully stood, smoothing down your clothes.

Sirius gaped up at you from the floor. “Y/N?”

“What the fuck is going on?” James asked, pushing his way out from behind Remus. “How did you do that?”

“She’s an Animagus,” Remus realized, nearly grinning. “And a wolf. Ironic, isn’t it? Should I feel flattered, Y/N? Do you love me?”

He drew out the ‘o’ in love, making you laugh. Sirius looked between the two of you with wide eyes, flustered. You cooed at him, reaching for his hand. He begrudgingly let you take it.

“I hate to disappoint you, Remus, but I’m not in love with you. I am loyal to you, though. A bit protective. I suppose that had something to do with it. I didn’t choose my form, you know. It just happened. It’s like a patronus.”

Lily let out a small gasp, smirking in realization as she looked at Sirius. “Sirius…the wolf is akin to the dog, is it not? I wonder what your thoughts are on the matter.”

James visibly paled, trying and failing to hide his shock as he put the pieces together. Lily knew. But how?

Sirius was beginning to wonder the same thing. “James, you dickhead! Why’d you tell her?”

“I didn’t tell her anything!” James exclaimed, raising his hands in surrender. “I don’t know how she knows!”

You looked between your friends with a confused look on your face, piping in. “Know what? What’s going on?”

“You figured it out, didn’t you?” Remus smirked, interrupting the bickering between the boys. “Nicely done, Evans.”

“Thank you,” she curtsied, grinning at the confused look on the rest of her friends' faces.

It was your turn to figure it out as your eyes widened in shock. “Holy shit! You’re all Animagi, too. How didn’t I figure that out sooner? It’s obvious, now that I’m thinking about it.”

“I didn’t know you were one,” James said, shrugging. “I don’t think it was that obvious.”

“That’s because you can’t keep your eyes off Lily long enough to notice much of anything,” you mused, making your friends snicker.

“Alright, I think that was a success,” Lily said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go, boys. I’ll explain the rest.”

James and Remus nodded, heading for the door. Lily gave you a smile, following them as they filed out. You could hear her teasing James, stifling a laugh while he was still in earshot.

“That scream was truly something. How very valiant of you, James,” Lily said, smirking. “My hero.”

James groaned, the sound of his voice quieting down the further away he got. “Forgive me for not jumping into action at the sight of a fucking wolf in my room.”

You shut the door as their voices drifted away, turning back to Sirius. You narrowed your eyes at him, slapping him across the arm.

“What was that for?” He whined, clutching his arm.

“For not telling me you’re an Animagus!”

“You didn’t tell me you’re one, either,” he pouted, still rubbing at his arm.

“Don’t be a baby,” you said, rolling your eyes before bending down to place a quick kiss to the spot you hit. “I didn’t tell you because I haven’t worked up to going outside yet. You’ve all been going with Remus for months, haven’t you?”

Sirius gave you a sheepish look, nodding.

You groaned, shaking your head. “Your form is a dog, I suppose? I guess the nickname Padfoot is actually clever, then.”

“It is a dog. Ironic, I know. When did you start training?”

You thought for a moment, pondering. “A few months. Three, maybe?”

“Smart girl. It took me six,” he said, grinning. “I’m flattered, by the way.”

You furrowed your brows at his words. “Flattered?”

“Your form matches mine, you took after me since mine was established first. It isn’t because you’re loyal to a wolf, and therefore a wolf yourself. It’s because you’re loyal to me. We’re alike.”

You could feel yourself flush at his words, smiling. “So, you saw me. Do I get to see you?”

Sirius grinned, before quickly shifting into his form. You smiled as a wiry black shaggy dog appeared in front of you, with fur as unruly as Sirius’s hair could be. Padfoot was quite adorable, but also slightly terrifying. You had that in common.

You ran a hand along his fur, noting the black sheen of his coat. “We match.”

Sirius shifted back into himself, taking a seat on his bed. He held a hand out for you, pulling you to sit beside him.

“You might be cuter as a dog,” you mused.

He playfully nudged you in the ribs, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable, darling.”

“Hush,” you said, grinning at him before grabbing his hand. “You told James to stop. You let Lily approach me, having no idea whether she’d be attacked or not. Why?”

He was quiet for a moment, scanning your face as he gave you a small smile. “Your eyes.”

“What?”

“You have the same eyes as the wolf. I could see you in them.”

You smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, letting his head rest against your shoulder.

“We’re gonna have to come up with a nickname for you," he murmured. “I suppose you’re going to want to come with us on full moons now, aren’t you?

You chuckled, nodding. “You won’t be able to stop me, love.”

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A/N - Hi! I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

#harry potter #marauders #marauders imagine #sirius black x reader #harry potter imagines #sirius black fluff #sirus black #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #marauders x reader #the marauders #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader

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dazzlinghazefics · 9 months

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Derek Hale x Reader : Hale and Mikaelson.

(part 1)

guess this is gonna be a series.

Derek Hale x Reader ( fem!mikaelson, Elijah's daughter)

Part 1! ~

Being an Original's daughter, and a witch with little control on powers had a lot of perks, so it was no surprise that Y/N Mikaelson, the miracle child of Elijah Mikaelson had to be under strict observation of her father and huge af family, especially her Hybrid uncle, Nik.

Y/N came into existence due to a procreation spell done on her mother, the love of Elijah's life, who had died at childbirth.

If anything that she inherited from her mother, was her witch powers ( a lil bit from her grandma Esther too lol ) and sense of humor ( well, her Uncle Kol says she has the humor from him) and rest is all from her father ( expect sense of fashion, thankfully. Who the heck wears suits in the summer heat?)

Elijah taught her values and virtues and literature, Klaus taught her art and how to kick someone's ass, Freya did her best to help with magic, Kol would often help her pull pranks, sneak around and have her share of fun, Rebekah would doll her up in the latest fashion and Marcel helped her to get relief from the family drama.

Beacon Hills. It's where her father decided to keep her safe. Throughout their existence, the Originals have made numerous enemies. And he couldn't afford to lose his child, his baby, to them.

And she fell in love.

With none other than her father's old ally, Talia Hale's son, the current Alpha of the renowned wolf family, Derek Samuel Hale.

Elijah, for the first time had found her interested in something other than books, music and magic, so was lenient in letting her meet him and letting him court her (much to Klaus's annoyance and possessiveness) .

But he absolutely hated it when his little one would sneak out and run into dangers just to help the pack. He couldn't stop her though, because she was fiercely loyal and stubborn and knew how to save herself.

Elijah knew Derek's the one for his princess, for his young one. His ample knowledge on the supernatural had told him his daughter and Derek had been destined to be together.

She had triggered her magic in the Beacon Hills preserve, while playing with Derek, as a child and one look of Talia had told him everything.

Derek Hale is her trigger and anchor, both.

She gained control on her magic while helping the werewolf in a faceoff with Gerard Argent, the one whom all the supernaturals loathe.

Elijah had to leave this daughter back in BH, for the safety and run to NOLA for handling his family's stupidity, warning her ( read literally pleading her ) to not get in trouble.

But things are never normal in Beacon Hills too.

That f*cking protection broke and here she is, pregnant. At 21, thankfully ( or her father and uncles would have straight ripped out Derek's heart, instead of going for a slightly less painful way)

" Derek Samuel Hale, istg, am gonna castrate you and then kill (pls, their baby is not going to grow up without their father.)"

" Calm down, sweetheart! We'll go through this together."

" Don't sweetheart me, Derek! We're going to be parents fgs!"

" I love you, and I love our child too."

" I know and I love you too, Der, but am scared."

" Our child had the Mikaelson-Hale gene. And we won't let anything happen to our child. Come here."

Later, they both visited the hospital for a checkup, completely unaware that they were being watched upon.

" Y/N, love, I think we owe an explanation of your presence at the hospital earlier today with your boyfriend."

Shoot. Her whole family.

Klaus's voice boomed in the house as soon as Y/N had stepped in, followed by Derek, who immediately felt he is in front of the hungry lion lions.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Marcel.

Guess he won't live to see the next day.

" What's wrong, princess? Are you sick?" Elijah asked worried and panicked, walking toward her.

" Uhm..ermm..."

Derek didn't know from were he got the courage, but he did.

Softly taking his girl's fingers in his, he said, as calmly as he could, "We're expecting a child. Y/N's pregnant."

The room was silent until Derek was shoved against the wall both by Elijah and Klaus.

"Dad! Uncle Nik!" Y/N cried out, dread and panic filling her face, as Kol hugged her, to calm her.

"Leave him, Dad!"

Kol humored, " It takes two to have a baby, brothers."

Klaus and Elijah's glare shut him up though.

"Dad, leave Derek please!"

Derek was coughing due to the choking.

All of a sudden, Elijah loosened his grip and started laughing.

Marcel rolled his eyes, " The news has sent him into a shock I think."

"Brother?"

"Dad?"

" Mr. Mikaelson?"

Rest were left shocked.

PART TWO?

sometime later if there's response on this one, (joking lol).

#derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagines #derek hale x you #elijahmikaelson x daughter

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mockerycrow · 4 months

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I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE (Soap x GN!Reader)

soap masterlist

a/n: i wrote this after listening to this song. not proofread LOL enjoy. 984 words! also i’m sorry about how i’m basically non existent. i’m trying, y’all </3

[WARNINGS: MWIII spoilers, major character death, grief, mentions of catholicism. pure angst, hurt/little comfort.]

Sixty-seven days ago. Two months it’s been, approximately nine whole weeks. Estimating around ninety-five thousand minutes and over five million seconds.

It’s been sixty-seven days since.. You know. You always wake up feeling like it happened sixty-seven seconds ago instead. Your eyes flutter open and you take a breath, inhaling a certain kind of heavy and thick into your lungs. Your chest expands uncomfortably in the morning, your ribs squeezing your lungs a bit tighter than before. Accompanied with the tightness of your chest is this tingling feeling, so slight it’s almost like background noise, just like how the past few weeks have felt. They’ve flown by in a flash, but at the same time, are oh so slow.

Sometimes, you wake up expecting to see him standing over your sleeping form to wake you up after staying up a tad bit too late because he insisted you do so. So he wasn’t lonely because ‘The LT denied me’, in his words. Sometimes, your eyes are sick and twisted towards you. Your eyes are faster than your brain and you see him. You see his shadow so thick you’re convinced until you reach upwards, your fingers pushing through the dark smoke that enters your lungs after you’ve blinked.

You’re sure the others have noticed the toll it’s taken, despite your efforts to hide. You know they’re hurting in their ways, too. Being in a tightly packed task force like this, you’re bound to know each other's tells. Part of you wonders who is hurting the most. Is it Gaz? The man who’s been the most logical out of all five four of you. Is it Ghost? The enigma of your group? He’s always been quiet, hard to read. Harder since.. Everything. Maybe it’s Price. He’s the one who actually saw, really. The one who watched him…

…

You feel something in your throat bubble, so you push the thought away.

Then you come back to it. Maybe it’s you who’s hurting most, being his lover. The person he insisted that was his other half he had been looking for. Maybe that’s you being hopeful and cheesy; maybe it’s you being selfish. You aren’t sure. Honestly, you aren’t sure what you should be feeling, nor are you sure how your teammates should be reacting. There’s five stages of grief and everyone’s path looks different.

Denial – you aren’t sure who you think denial is at first. Symptoms are fear, avoidance. What happened, you can’t avoid it. Not really when he was so integral to the team. Is. He never stopped being. After a few days of people watching, you’ve decided it’s you. You wanted to put it onto someone else at first, maybe Gaz—perhaps Ghost. They’re still.. Living. Going through the motions, at least. But you had to look at yourself late at night, around two forty-five am to ask, “are they the one’s waking up thinking he’s standing over them?”

No. They are not. It’s you. Of course it’s you.

Next—anger. You debated this one, of course it was tied between Ghost and Price but after Shepherd died, of course the Captain took that title with no question. There is a major difference between peaking into the gym, watching Ghost gasp for air after a night full of boxing and then hearing through Laswell the General has been killed. Major difference, indeed. It’s not often your Captain loses his cool and when he does, it’s for good reason. He deserved it, you only wish Price was more cruel.

Bargaining? It’s a no brainer, you decided as soon as you thought of it. Gaz. None of the men cry much, but it wasn’t a surprise when you found Gaz sitting on the steps outside of the temporary base, smoking a cigarette with misty eyes paired with a lost look. A look where he wasn’t completely there; lost somewhere, maybe in thought, maybe back in that moment. In the moment where he had to ignore his mutilated body to focus on the bomb. On the fact that Makarov was getting away. He lit a second cigarette.

Maybe it doesn’t quite fit him, but Ghost was the last one to decide for. Depression is what you ended up assigning him. There’s not many words for how you could describe him. Ghost’s been flighty, quiet yet hostile. He never means to snap at any of you of course, you all know it. You can tell from the heavy, long look he gives you after snarling at you like a cornered dog. He’s just sad and scared, something you can understand on a deeper level. With him, it feels like beckoning a wolf with bits of meat—a wolf who isn’t afraid to bare his teeth. You’re willing to get bit.

Then… what’s left?

Oh, yeah.

Acceptance. Left for the one who is forever missing.

In a way, it feels wrong. You know he’ll never be able to move on like the rest of the world can. It feels even worse when you realize only a select amount of people will know about his death—the world won’t know who he is. Work in the dark to serve the light, hm? What a fucked world. After spreading his ashes across the hills, it feels like he’s become one with the Earth. Maybe that’s his form of acceptance; going back to what housed him. The green roots and blue skies. The rain that pours down over the ruined cities you’re crawling through, the beautiful stars and planets above you during a late night in God knows where. You see him everywhere.

You hope God is taking care of him, as you rub your fingers over his cross necklace. The last thing you have left of him; his dog tags sitting in a memorial on base. You may or may not believe, but Johnny sure did. And you know, somewhere deep down, he’s alright.

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freakybongg · 3 months

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I JUST SAW UR TF2 REQUESTS ARE NEWLEY OPEN IM BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

I am......SO desperate......for anything with a male reader with all the mercs......ESPECIALLY MEDIC AND SOLDIER (theyre my baby girls 😼‼️)

But if you want something extra specific, I would love some headcanons on how they feel about a trans guy reader!

Thankyew so much🤌🤌

YEAHHH i barely see any x male reader so yiypiyppee im so happy to do this request, i am SUPER bad at writing pyro btw im doing this in parts bc its long! so this will be scout soldier pyro and demoman.

PART 1

SCOUT

-He feel like he doesnt mind, like "okay? why are you telling me?" typa feel. If you guys are close he'll take it into consideration. He'd make sure that no one bullies you for it, and prob knocks their skull out to be honest.

-He never seems to make you feel uneasy about being trans. He never left you out of "The Boys" day. always called you dude or bro. It made you feel warm inside.

-If you guys are dating, im sure he wouldnt care if you were trans, assuming you tell him before you start dating. If you having any gender dysphoria he'll be sure to comfort you. Saying things along the lines of " Dude, youre the most handsome man ive ever met" or makes jokes to keep your mind off of it.

-If you have your period, im pretty sure scout gets the gist of it since he lived with his mom for quite awhile, he prob brings u to medic for help.

SOLDIER

-Firstly soldier was confused, but after sometime he didnt mind/forgot you were even trans.

-When you get gender dysphoria he thinks youre sick, like if you come out to breakfest he'll yell "CEDET, BACK INTO SLEEPING QUARTERS NOW. YOU ARE SICK.'' you're as confused as the medic who js gave you a check up. After you figure out what hes talking about and tell him he'll be like, "oh." and js walk away like nothing happened.

-He might use cupcake on you less, to not trigger you.

-He for sure has the "to be a real man u must work for it" mindset and WILL push you to your limit, on battlefields, training, and maybe even the bedroom lol.

-If anyone bullies you he WILL punish them bro "YOU SAY THAT THO, THEY ARE MANLIER THAN YOU, MAGGOT. 20 LAPS." will literally punch anyone who makes you feel bad abt your gender

-He LOVES when you do anything manly, like he will praise you if you just beat scout in a arm wrestle, defend your self, or kill an enemy.

PYRO

-Pyro understands when you tell them, immediately hugs you

-When youre having dysphoria, they'll cuddle you, in their little plushie fort, snacks stolen from the pantry, movie and everything!!!

-If someone makes fun of you Pyro will launch their self onto them and land a few punches, and go back into your arms like it was nothing. how sweet pyro !!!

DEMOMAN

-Demoman is super cool with it, he doesnt mind at all

-Im sure he's met at LEAST one transgender, plus he thinks its cool you trust him enough to tell him something personal

-If youre dating him, he holds you while hes drunking calling you all types of sweet names, like "my boy" or "handsome". Also he calls you lad way more often then anymore merc?? like he puts it after every sentence damn near.

#demoman x reader #tf2 x male reader #tf2 demoman #tf2 headcanons #tf2 pyro #pyro x reader #tf2 scout #scout x reader #tf2 soldier #soldier x reader #ftm reader #tf2 x ftm reader

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because-of-a-friend · 1 year

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Band-Aid

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Hi guys, I’m back! Sorry I was gone for so long, I got so busy this past year, I thought I might have to retire this blog for good. But I’m going to try and make time for it, let’s hope it works out this time!

Disclaimer: It has been a LONG time since I’ve written ~anything~ so I am plenty rusty lol.

Thanks for the request anon! This is such a cute prompt! Hope I delivered! After this I’ll have four drafts left and then I can answer the requests in my inbox!

Warnings: Mentions injuries/illnesses, blood, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1k

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You have to laugh as Seungcheol loudly announces to Jeonghan that his head is hurting

You two have been going through this cycle since you were first hired a few months ago

At the beginning, Coups had an excuse to talk to you all the time

Since you were new to the team, he took point on explaining important info to you

What allergies the boys had

Previous injuries you needed to be aware of

Where they generally kept their first-aid supplies

But once you had it all down, there was no reason for him to talk to you on a daily basis

But by this point, Cheol had realized that he very much liked speaking to you

He felt that you two had connected well and wanted to get to know you more

But since you were on the med team, you were often quite busy seeing as there were thirteen members that were in constant need of check-ups, aid with different levels of injuries, and general everyday care to combat the strain they put on their bodies

You hardly ever had time to just speak to him

The only time you really could

Was when you were treating him

So Seungcheol had started to come up with any excuse under the sun to come and talk to you

First he was constantly complaining that he must have sprained his wrist, or twisted his ankle or pulled a muscle

Then he was constantly getting stomache aches

After that he was getting rashes or little scratches

Now he was in a phase of faking headaches to come and talk to you about it

You knew all of his injuries were fake from the very beginning

He stopped cradling his first “sprained wrist” to tell Seungkwan off for being too loud

He ate full meals that the other boys ordered even when he had his “stomach aches”

You had started carrying around makeup wipes to clean off his supposed “scratches and rashes”

Someone complaining of a headache was a little harder to disprove though

But you were sure you’d catch him somehow

You had begun to enjoy playing this little game with him

As well as the time you got to spend with him because of it

“Well you don’t have a fever,” you tucked your thermometer back into your medical bag

Seungcheol sat in front of you with a pout on his face

“Are there any other symptoms?” you ask

Seungcheol dutifully shakes his head

“Well do you want a pain reliever? Or maybe I should tell them to send you home and rest?” you feel his forehead once more for good measure

“Oh...” he hesitates, “I don’t think it’s serious enough for either of those...”

You smile to yourself

It was quite cute to watch him fumble with trying to feign sickness without exposing himself

“Well should we schedule an appointment with a neurologist to make sure this isn’t a problem?” you push him further

“No, you take care of me well enough” Seungcheol beams

“Well we have to find a solution eventually,” you sigh. “How’s your water intake? Or did you add anything new to your diet? Increase your screentime?”

“No, they just started out of nowhere,” Seungcheol shrugs innocently

“Well I suppose I can let you go for today but, if it happens again, I’m sending you to the doctor”

“[Y/N]!” one of the managers calls for you. “We need your help prepping supplies for the next concert.”

You give Cheol a bit of a smug look, knowing you’ve backed him into a corner with his latest fake sickness and then

You rush off to help

Seungcheol sighs as he watches you leave

He just lost another excuse to spend time with you

Later that evening Joshua watches with pure amusement as Seungcheol paces back and forth in the dorm

“Should I say I think I have a sinus infection? Or maybe I could claim of frequent muscle spasms... I feel like constipation has to be my last move.”

“I feel like constipation is a never move,” Joshua interrupted. “Just tell [Y/N] that you like them.”

“I can’t do that, what if they don’t even like me?” Seungcheol complains

“Well then you have an answer and you can stop wasting both of your time,” Josh shrugs

“Wasting time,” Seungcheol repeats. “What if they really don’t like me and I’ve just been annoying [Y/N] this whole time?”

He hates the feeling settling in the pit of his stomach

He begins to remember all the times you would shut him down as quick as possible

Or when you would rush off to help someone else as soon as you were done exposing a fake injury of his

How you would sigh and roll your eyes before walking away

Apparently he failed to notice the playful look on your face as you did so

“What? I don’t think [Y/N] would put up with it if you were truly wasting their time,” Joshua protests

“No, I really should stop. It’s [Y/N]’s job and I should leave them alone to do it. Let’s just start getting ready for the concert tomorrow”

Seungcheol’s mood is noticably down for rehearsals the next day

The other boys are off because of it and they’re trying all they can to cheer him up

You notice as well and begin to wonder if Seungcheol is genuinely sick for once

And then you feel really worried because he usually would use any excuse to come speak to you but he’s not even trying to mention what’s obviously bothering him

“Are you feeling alright?” you corner him, once again pressing a hand to his forehead

“I am, just worried about this performance,” Cheol reaches up to grab your hand, his thumb pressing into your palm as he pulls it away from his head

Then he just walks off

You feel really uneasy about the concert

Everyone else does too

Seungcheol may not be exhibiting any symptoms of sickness but it’s obvious he’s distracted and not ready to perform

Anxieties rise throughout the day but quickly stave off as the concert begins

As usual, Seventeen pulls through and the concert goes well

Even with Cheol somewhat distracted

But the good feelings end as quickly as they begin

When Cheol falls during a song

At first it looks like just a simple stumble

But as your watching the big screen, you see the horrified expression form on Seungkwan’s face as he looks down at his leader

You rush to the side of the stage as the other members help him off

They set him down on a chair in front of you and run back off to do crowd control

You quickly see why Seungkwan had seemed so disturbed

When Cheol had tripped, he had fallen against one of the stage props and scraped up his shin

The wound didn’t seem deep but it was large and producing plenty of blood

Coups feels terrible

Not even 24 hours after he decided to leave you alone

And here is a situation where you have to be with him

He can’t even think of his injury

He can only think of how he’s going to apologize and get out of your hair

He’s tested ten different apologies in his head before he actually looks at you

Your hands are gentle as you clean the blood and sanitize the wound

Cheol notices how you hesitate everytime you rub the disinfectant over his leg, seeing if it’ll cause him pain or not

There is a time where it does sting and he sucks in his breath

You look up at him and Cheol’s heart clenches

You look so worried

Your eyebrows are furrowed and there’s sweat on your forehead

“Does it hurt a lot? I promise I’m almost done” you say

Your voice is so genuine and kind

Cheol has to stop himself from grinning at how sweet and caring you’re being

“I’m ok, do what you need to do”

You wrap the bandages carefully once the wound is clean, even going back over where you feel you didn’t do a good enough job

“Does that feel ok?” you stand and put a hand on his shoulder, indicating with your other hand that he should move his leg and test the wrappings

He nods, “Thank you”

Then he gets up and heads towards the stage

“Woah,” you stop him with a hand on his chest, “where are you going?”

He grabs your hand the same way, a thumb pressed to your palm, but he doesn’t move it away from him this time

“Back out,” he gives you the smile he uses when he wants something

“You can’t go back out there,” you insist, hoping he can’t feel how warm you’re getting while he holds your hand

“It would be best for the fans to see that I’m ok,” Cheol says more seriously this time

You think it over

“...You’ll have to sit in a chair for the rest of the performance,” you insist

“I’ll accept that with my own condition,” Cheol is beaming at you again

“And what would that be?” you laugh

“I take you to dinner after”

Before you can respond, he pulls you towards him, kisses your cheek, and runs off onto the stage with a chair

And your hand flies to your own forehead to check your tempertature

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kierancaz · 2 years

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Hello mellon nìn, i have seen you are interested in writing for Legolas, sooooooooooooo if you are up to it of course, write something??

So here is my idea (this can be a headcanon if you want something short, but write how you want):

Reader is an elf (female reader pls) and she gets sick (wich is super rare for an elf) and Legolas gets super worried, and just stays with her and stuff. Just something fluff, you know.

Don't worry for mischaractherizing (idk if i wrote it correctly, lol) him.

That's all thank you!! You can ignore this, if you don't want to do it.💜

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

A/N: AHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING NEVER HAVE I GOTTEN OUT OF BED AND TO WORK SO FAST SJKDJJDJSJD but iyayah this was such a pain. I kept rewriting it to try and get it to my liking but I just couldn’t do it 😭 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO CRINGE OR ANYTHING <3333

Warnings: possible spelling mistakes, not proof read (I wanted to get it out as soon as possible), and fluff (or as fluffy as I could make it), and I don’t know how elf housing works soooo if I got this wrong you’re gonna have to deal with it I’m sorry :’)

Synopsis: you fall ill and Legolas takes care of you.

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Legolas admired you greatly. He admired how hardworking and bold you where. How you never gave up and always completed the tasks set to you. How you had such a commanding presence that people just couldn’t help but be drawn to you. In fact, that’s what had drawn him to you in the first place.

Recently though he hadn’t been able to see you. Not only because he was busy but because you where busy as well. You where always running from one place to the next only stopping in the halls for a quick hello whenever he called out to you.

Coming back from patrol one day he was greeted at the gates by a elleth that he only vaguely recognized as one of the people in your charge. You where a captain of the guard, another thing he admired about you.

“My Prince,” the elleth bowed her head politely and Legolas returned the gesture. “(Y/n) is sick, she’s been taken to the infirmary and is asking for you.”

Legolas eyes widened in shock. Sick? You where sick? How long had it been since an elf was sick? Immediately it took off to the infirmary.

He was overcome with worry. What happened? How did you get sick? How sick where you? Elves didn’t often get sick and if they did they’re was usually an on hand cure and everything was solved in a couple days so why where you asking for him? Was it really that bad that you would call for him? For a moment he wondered if you where calling for him because you where on your deathbed or something before he realized how preposterous that was.

He reached the infirmary in no time and upon entering he was more then a little stumped by what he saw. There was you, sitting on the edge of the infirmary bed looking both unwell and very upset. And then there was another elf standing before you, clearly annoyed and pinching the bridge of his nose.

You spotted him at once and grinned, “Legolas!” You said and waved him over. “You have to tell Belanor that I am perfectly fine. He won’t listen to me!”

“You don’t look ever well to me.” Legolas said as he helped bring you back to balance after you stood up. You were holding onto his shoulder tightly and swaying a bit.

“That’s because she’s not well,” Belanor interrupted. “She’s got a fever. Nothing to horrible but it’ll take a few days before she’s back to normal health and… well it might get worse before it gets better.”

“I’ll be fine! There’s absolutely nothing wrong.” You said and pushed yourself off of Legolas, as you did so you where overcome by a dizzy spell and fell back onto the bed.

“Now, since you are clearly not fine, you could either stay here in the infirmary for a few days while I watch over you. Or you could go back to your own home and have someone else take care of you. I don’t trust you to take care of yourself but I’d rather not have to deal with you any longer. Make your choice quickly please.” Belanor said and crossed his arms.

You looked up from where you had your head in your hands and glared at Belanor. You opened your mouth to make a comment about what he could possibly be busy with that he needs you to make a quick decision about this but before you could Legolas spoke up.

“I can take care of her.” He said it so casually it took both you and Belanor by surprise. Again before you could say anything you where cut off.

“Ok then,” Belanor said in a still slightly surprised tone. “Try and get her to actually rest, if the fever rises anymore put a cold rag on her head. Make sure she takes this at least twice a day,” Belanor handed him a jar. “And don’t get surprised if she gets a bit delirious or throws up. Have fun.”

He walked out of the infirmary immediately after leaving you and Legolas to blink silently at each other. “So,” Legolas began. “How did you even end up here?”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks and looked away from him. “Passed out…” you mumbled. “It wasn’t too bad, I feel better now.”

You where, in fact, lying. To save face. You didn’t want him to see you as anything other then strong and independent. You didn’t need anyone caring for you and you certainly weren’t weak enough to get sick. Though, you’ve never felt so horrible.

Your nose was stuffed up and you couldn’t breath properly, your throat was sore and swallowing hurt, and your head felt all fuzzy. A couple times you thought your vision was beginning to blur as well. It had been like that for a couple days before finally you collapsed while out on patrol and one of your friends had to carry you all the way here before you finally woke up.

Suddenly there was a hand to your forehead. You brought your eyes back to Legolas who was now standing in front of you, eyes narrowed in concentration and maybe even concern with the back of his hand resting on your forehead. “Um, what are you doing, my Prince?” You questioned.

“I think it’s a human thing.” He said and moved his hand to cup your cheek. “I’ve seen Aragorn do it to others. To check if they were sick.”

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Maybe you where already going delirious like Belanor said, but his hand felt so warm and soft, despite the callouses on his fingers. He brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

Before you knew it you were sept off the bed. It made you a little dizzy but you couldn’t do anything but stammer and pray to the gods Legolas didn’t here or feel the pounding of your heard. “Uh, what are you doing? Where are you going?” You asked quickly.

“I’m taking you back to your house.” Legolas said simply, like this was no big deal.

“I can walk on my own you know!” You protested, wiggling around a bit. “And what if someone sees us Legolas? It would be such a pain if rumors started flying around. People can be so nosy.”

Legolas chuckled, “just a few minutes ago you were struggling to stand on your own. And so what if someone sees us? Let the rumors fly, they dare not ask me about them.”

“But they will ask me.” You protested.

“There is no need to worry mellon nìn,” Legolas said, his voice ever so light and calming. “Relax for now and let me carry you home. Just this once.”

You weren’t really in the position to argue. He was right after all. So you just hummed grumpily and rested your head against his chest.

Soon enough you had fallen asleep. Legolas hoped the sound of his heart thundering in his chest wouldn’t wake you. While he was concerned about you, he couldn’t help but think about how cute you looked.

Eventually he had reached your house. He was comfortable enough to walk in on his own and set you down on your bed. He had been to your home on more then one occasion so he was familiar with the layout.

He grabbed a bowl and filled it with water along with a towel and brought it back to where you were still sleeping. He felt your forehead again before placing a cool towel there. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“This is completely unnecessary.” You said and then coughed.

“Mhm,” was all Legolas said and nodded.

“I mean it.” You repeated. “I don’t need looking after.”

“I believe you.” He was smiling now and all you could do was glare and pout at him. There was a long stretch of silence before you turned over.

“Feel free to leave whenever you want.” You said, and it came out rather aggressively. You couldn’t see it, but Legolas eyebrows scrunched up and the hurt he felt from your comment clear on his face.

“Ah, um, alright then, I’ll get going.” He got up and walked to your door, stoping in the doorframe. “I’ll come back tomorrow morning, don’t do anything stupid mellon nìn.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and listened as he left your home. You don’t know how much time had passed before you fell asleep that night.

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The next morning Legolas did as he said and made his way early over to your home. He knocked twice, waited, knocked again, and when you didn’t answer he decided to let himself in.

“(Y/n)?” He called out when he entered, but he got no response.

“(Y/n) are you here? Is everything alright?” He asked as he walked through your home before checking your bedroom.

You where having a troubled sleep. Your covers kicked all over the place, brows furrowed in distress, pale as ghost with a sheen of sweat on your forehead. Immediately he went and got a bowl and filled it with cold water and after damping a rag he placed it on your forehead. You stirred slightly at his gentle touch.

“Legolas?” You asked softly, bleary eyes beginning to open. His heart beat a little faster as he brushed away some hairs that where sticking to your cheek.

“It’s me,” he said and took the bottle of medicine that Belanor had given to him from your night stand. You groaned as he lifted your head from your pillow and tipped the medicine into your mouth. You wouldn’t drink it. He sighed, stubborn as always.

“It’ll help you feel better.” He said bringing it closer to your mouth.

“It smells gross.” You mumbled, opening your mouth just enough so he could force you to take it.

After that you fell back asleep. He stayed for a few hours, watching you go in and out of sleep, tossing and turning. Every once in a while he would have you take more medicine and replace the cloth resting on your forehead.

Eventually, you where able to form a coherent thought, and the first thing you said (that wasn’t unintelligible mumbling) was, “what’re are you still going here?”

“Ah- well, I was looking after you.” Legolas said. He didn’t understand why you felt the need to always dismiss him when he tried to care for you. There was a time when you could hardly walk due to a wound on your leg and you still refused to let him carry you. He stood up from chair, “but if you wish me to leave then I shall go—”

His sentence was cut off when as he turned away and a hand clasped his wrist. “Stay…” you said looking him dead in the eyes, barely audible, but the clarity in your eyes… “I want you to stay.”

“Alright then…” Legolas said tentatively as he sat on the edge of your bed. You didn’t let go of his hand and instead, ran your thumb thumb soothingly across his knuckles. There was a long stretch of silence where all you did was that and stare at his and your hands resting on his thigh.

“I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.” You spoke finally. “I didn’t mean it to come out that way.”

“It’s alright,” he said quietly.

“I just don’t want you to see me as weak.” Now this, this surprised him.

“Mellon nìn, how could I ever view you as weak?” He started and grasped you hand with both of his and brought it to his chest, leaning forward like he needed you to see him, to look him in the eye and really listen to him.

“Mellon nìn you are the strongest person I know! You are beautiful and talented and so incredibly strong, how could I ever view you as weak? Where on Arda could you even get this notion?”

You just blinked at him. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Eh—” his face, plastered with a look of shock, began to flush red. After recovering he pulled away and looked off to the side, trying to conceal his rising blush. “Well I mean, you are.”

You stifled a laugh and he looked back to you, “Legolas, would you like to lay down?”

“Would you like to lay down?” You repeated slowly.

“Mellon nìn I could not—”

You laughed, “you say that and then continue to call me mellon nìn?”

“Ah, well…”

“Legolas, lay down next to me… please?” There was a small smile on your face. Legolas sighed and gave in, placing himself next to you on the bed. Immediately you rested your head on his chest and slung your arm around his waist. Gingerly, he placed his arm around your shoulders and tugged you a bit closer.

“Are you sure you haven’t gone delusional?” He asked.

You hummed contently and yawned, “I might be.”

“If I can’t call you mellon nìn anymore… what shall I call you?” He asked.

“There’s an assortment of endearing nicknames out there,” you mumbled. “Take your pick by the time I wake up.”

Not even moments later you had fallen into a comfortable sleep in his arms. He stared down at you studying your face and using his free hand to twirl stands of your hair and brush them away from your face.

“I believer there’s only one name for me to call you now,” he whispered. “Meleth nìn.”

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wikiangela · 7 months

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Weekend WIP Game

tagged by @jesuisici33 <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

alive shannon

sick eddie

buddie coffee shop

new buddie chris' school

roommates

bi eddie

buddie death cast fic

cheating fic

untitled natalia fic

buddie 2x01

5+1 nicknames

coffee buddie

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

alive shannon with 20k words so far

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

alive shannon, since it's kinda a canon rewrite and I still haven't decided to which point it's gonna go, we'll see when it'll feel right to end it haha

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

once again, alive shannon haha - it's just so fun to explore what all those dynamics could've been, and giving Eddie and Shannon some closure, and I love exploring Shannon's character, too, speculating on her thoughts and motivations, and diving into everyone's heads, and I'm so excited to see it all develop!!

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

I think it's either alive shannon or the cheating fic alive shannon bc I've never written s2/s3 buddie and I wanna get their characters semi-right, and I don't remember a lot of details so I need to get on with my rewatch lol - and also writing Shannon's and Eddie's feelings on their relationship and how it all ended is not easy haha and the cheating fic bc it's so not my thing but a song inspired it and it got stuck in my head and it's happening haha and I hope I'll make it make sense haha

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

tbh all of them - some more, some less, but there are moments, especially lately, when veeeery often I'm just like: everything I write sucks wtf

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

@giddyupbuck agreed to beta the alive shannon fic, and I spam them with snippets if I'm in doubt and it's sooo helpful fr ily <3 and I'll need alive shannon beta-read bc it's gonna be so long, and I keep changing my mind about things bc of how many ideas I have, so I just need someone else to look at it and tell me if everything makes sense haha - and Ro's helped me so much with some previous fics so they have my full trust with my baby that is the alive shannon fic haha

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

all of them at some point lol - a few of these are actually on hold bc of that - I will get back to them tho!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

as of now there's no ocs in any of these, but we'll see haha

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

cheating fic and maaaaybe coffee buddie (if I'll ever get back to this one) - no actual smut in my wips yet atm

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

buddie death cast fic - if you've read 'they both die at the end' you know why lol this is not gonna have a happy ending

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

so far I'm loving everyone in alive shannon so I guess let's go with that haha

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

oh I am so bad this - but maybe let's say buddie coffee shop au bc i think it's the only one where I put even a little bit of focus on the setting lmao

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

alive shannon, been thinking about it and making notes for months before I started writing, and I don't think i've ever been this invested in a fic

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

alive shannon - - like I said, it's my most precious baby, and I'm so excited to not only write it but read it, and I hope it's gonna be as good as it is in my head, and I hope I'll make the story make sense with Shannon there, but also keeping some important buddie moments from canon hah

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

not sure if i've ever dreamt about a wip, but i do get new ideas in my sleep sometimes lol

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

alive shannon will have switching povs which i rarely do, so it's gonna be a challenge to write three distinct voices - and diving into Shannon's head and feelings and motivations will also definitely be hard

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I think sick eddie - he's so ridiculously stubborn and difficult istg haha or buddie coffee shop with how fucking awkward buck's being

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

yep, once again, alive shannon - it's as much a buddie fic as it is a shannon fic, so it's not exactly outside pov, bc I'm just excited to focus on her equally as much, on how she's settling into their lives, becoming a better mom, being involved in Chris' life - she's gonna have as much focus as buddie sns it's not easy, bc it's alternating povs and once I get stuck in Eddie's head it's hard to leave, but so far it's been fun

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

uhhh, I think I share like everything lol okay, so maybe: alive shannon will definitely go at least up until s4 and will include Eddie dating Ana 👀 purely bc I want a buddie-shipping Shannon to be like wtf eddie??? also, there will be more than one mcd in the death cast fic and coffee buddie was loosely inspired by a small thing from luke cage lol

no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @weewootruck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @underwater-ninja-13 @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @eowon @callaplums @spotsandsocks

#alive shannon is like most of these answers lmao #but i'll talk about this fic at every and all opportunities istg i just love it so much #sorry to annoy y'all with it haha - if anyone doesn't wanna be tagged in only alive shannon stuff just lmk fr #weekend wip game #wip asks #writer asks #wikiangela writes #my wips #fanfic ask game #buddie #buddie wip #the alive shannon fic

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furowrites · 1 year

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Patronus Charm + Amortentia Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons (ft. Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt & Garreth Weasley)

i am reviving this account, it turns out :)

my credentials for these headcanons? i watch the hp movies every time i’m sick, and i’m halfway through the books. there you go

my writing has grown a bit rusty, please forgive <3

Sebastian Sallow

I am adamant about Sebastian’s Patronus Charm being a wild horse; specifically a wild one, regardless of breed

There’s something about the untamed pride and stubbornness about horses in the wild that make them very suitable to be his Patronus

Also wild horses have extremely finicky and complex social hierarchy and behaviors, so in my opinion, it really works

I believe the scents Sebastian would smell in his Amortentia include a dash of cinnamon, plain and simple; a dusty puff that surges from a book that hasn’t been opened in years; and the burn of brazier coals

(We know Sebastian is always sneaking around, and he is often overcome with the rush of adrenaline and triumph after being successful in his mischief, whilst braziers light the paths of the night, be it along Hogwarts dungeons and passages, or pathways cutting across the highlands)

(He has mentioned before how his parents had instilled in him an appreciation for books, and that in addition to his particular penchant for slipping into the Restricted Section, I conclude the clammy, dusty smell caught within a dated book may hit a weak spot for him)

(This might be a quite biased perspective, but cinnamon tends to be a spice that one very occasionally sprinkles on their food or drink, and he believes it takes a specific type of rowdiness to add it onto one’s tea, or butterbeer. When he was but a wee little third-year, Sebastian overheard a few older Hogwarts students in The Three Broomsticks—who all happened to be girls he found quite pretty—and one of them jokingly said something along the lines of “only fine-looking women put cinnamon in their butterbeer.” For some reason, it stuck with him forever)

Ominis Gaunt

It took me a while to figure this one out, but then it hit me like a train: his Patronus is a swan!

It’s almost so obvious: swans move with such grace and elegance, both in flight and on water; their feathers are soft and add great quality to many accessories

They also mate for life and are very devoted partners, which I believe to be very plausible for Ominis

Swans have always been a symbol of romanticism, and I happen to think Ominis can be, once he is close and comfortable enough with someone, quite doting and romantic

To Ominis, Amortentia has a verdant, grassy must; it also has delicate, flowery hints; and lastly, the smokey trail of a train

(It would perhaps be easy to assume Ominis would smell something like bergamot, or jasmine, which he could easily associate with the afternoon tea at the Gaunt estate; however, I believe due to the hurt that regularly came with his family’s company, it would be more likely for him to find solace in the scents he could attribute to the presence of those who lived around him; for instance, fresh garden trims left by the greenskeeper, or the hay being shoveled by the stableboy)

(Listen, if there’s one thing Ominis is unapologetically a spoiled, rich kid about, it’s tastefully-scented silks of linen or robes, placed neatly at the end of his bed, and whether it’s honeysuckle or violets or lemongrass, he can definitely find it wafting somewhere in his Amortentia)

(When Ominis was young, the first time he rode a train was rather dreadful—it was so, so loud, what with the chooing and chuffing and the buzzing crowd—but by the time he was to board the Hogwarts Express for his First Year, he had grown to love it; thus the faint, smokey trace of creosote in there)

Garreth Weasley

His Patronus Charm is shaped after a magpie, and there’s several reasons behind this logic

First, magpies are very clever, unafraid of mischief, and they can laugh!

They’re notorious thieves by nature, too (lol)

Also, and more crucially, in my opinion, magpies receive widely ranging interpretations in European folklore; according to a superstitious, traditional nursery rhyme, ‘One for Sorrow,’ magpies are said to be an omen for wildly differing things, depending on how many you come across (‘One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told’)

I interpret Garreth to be someone quite misunderstood by his schoolmates—cherished by some, detested by others, and everything in between—he’s funny and talented, and he has the kind of effortless charm that you either wholly captivated by, or it peeves you to no end

For Garreth I only have two distinct smells I firmly believe he would find in Amortentia (perhaps the constant inhaling of potion fumes has worn his nose quite a bit): apple cider and asphodel leaves, and these are a bit straightforward in my reasoning, as he himself is towards what appeals to him

(the sour, sharp smell of fermented apples easily conflates with that of butterbeer, but is slightly sweeter. During the summer breaks between his first few years in Hogwarts, apple cider was the only ‘experiment’ his family allowed him to get away with at home, and so it is inevitably reminiscent of early mornings where he would rush through breakfast in order to burst into his family’s shed to check the results of his work)

(asphodel grows in Hogwarts grounds, and its leaves and roots are used in the creation of potions such as Wiggenweld and Draught of Living Death, both of which take a practiced, precise hand to perfect)

i'd love to hear your feedback! and if these inspire you at all to include them in your own writing at all (pardon my being presumptuous), i would ask that you please tag me! i would be immensely flattered!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanons #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanons #garreth weasley #garreth weasley headcanons #furowrites

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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i can see it now

pairing: sebastian x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. unprotected sex. fluff. these two wanna have a baby lol.

words: 1.1k

notes: what is this, you ask? who knows. i woke up at 2 something am (so like two hours ago) and ended up being sick - i’m not saying it’s bc i ate raw cookie dough earlier but if i had to guess 🥴 - anyway i was lying down trying to comfort myself and i wrote this little thing. admittedly i didn’t read through it and it’s not edited so i’m sure there’s some errors. i’ve never written for rp before (& i don’t think i will again 😬) and it’s very likely i’ll end up deleting this bc it’s really just self indulgent comfort smut but i thought i’d share it for now. good night. or morning. or whatever lol. 😚

“What do you think our kids will look like?” he asked as he pulled you closer into him, the comforter laid on top of your intertwined bodies.

“Hm,” you thought for a second. This was never a topic you had fully broached before yet he spoke with such certainty that it would happen. And as you thought, you realized how much you liked the idea of having kids with him. It felt right. You leaned your head up and with one hand tilted his down to you as you kissed his cheek. “Just as pretty as you,” you answered as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Sebastian smiled as he stared down at you adoringly. “That was gonna be my answer,” he playfully chided as he squeezed you tighter.

“You wanna have kids with me?” he asked a little more seriousness in his voice now.

You didn’t need much of any time to think about it before you nodded against his chest. Pulling your head back to look at him while you answered, a soft “yeah” slipping past your lips.

His lips soon met yours in a gentle kiss as your hands wandering soothingly along each other’s bodies. The gentleness soon gave way to neediness and before you knew it you were slipping out of your pajamas and wrapping your legs around him while he moved to get on top of you.

“You’re gonna make me a daddy,” he whispered against your cheek as he laid atop you, slowly entering you with ease. Your hands were clutching his back as your eyes shut in pleasure, your back arching as your walls welcomed him.

You nodded fervently before his name started falling from your lips.

“Sebastian,” you moaned as he got a little faster, hands at your wide, fleshy hips holding you in place while he thrusted into you.

Somehow it was still gentle as he rocked his cock inside of you, stimulating your clit with his every move.

You felt yourself coming undone so much sooner than you normally did, your walls constricting around him as he leaned more of his weight into you, chasing his own end. You were panting and mewling beneath him as he took you apart so expertly.

“I love you, baby,” he panted in your ear. “So fucking much.”

You felt like crying as his thumb found your sensitive clit and began rubbing in tight circles, sending you head first into your orgasm while cries of his name and whimpers of “I love you”s came tumbling past your lips.

Sebastian was right behind you, ghosting the skin of your neck with his kisses and nipping your sensitive flesh every so often until his kisses became more bruising and he began rutting into you with little restraint.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned as his grip on your hips tightened. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he moaned.

“Please,” you begged softly as your hands ran up and down his strong arms while he continued to keep his hold on you. “Sebastian, please,” you moaned out, the heels of your feet digging into his ass as you urged him closer, refusing to let him pull out - as if he was going to anyway.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as your walls tightened around him again, causing him to lose his rhythm completely as he spilled inside of you as deep as he could, filling you up while he emptied himself in your tight hole. When he was thoroughly satisfied, he slowly pulled out of you, placing kisses all over your face before he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest as both of you were still regaining your breath.

Your fingers were playing in his hair, nails raking gently along his scalp while he hugged you and nuzzled further into the warmth of your chest, placing soft kisses along your skin every so often.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against you. “I love you so goddamn much,” he continued.

You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face at his words.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, content to have him fall asleep atop you while you lulled him to sleep. His body weight a comfort you enjoyed having on top of you.

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he spoke, his face nuzzling into your warm breast while he sighed in comfort. Your eyes threatened to water at his words as he cuddled you tighter for a moment.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he nodded against you. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

“I’m not pregnant yet,” you breathed a smile.

“Says who?” he challenged.

You laughed softly at him, your hands now rubbing up and down his back slowly and soothingly.

“Whenever it is we get pregnant,” you began, “You’re gonna be amazing, too. I can already see you now,” you smiled as you felt him do the same against your skin.

“We’re gonna have the cutest kids ever,” he said confidently.

“Oh, without a doubt,” you agreed.

“And so talented,” he continued.

“Award winners,” you nodded in agreement, your soft smile never leaving your lips.

“Just like their mom,” he grinned proudly.

“Just like their dad,” you reminded him in response.

He pushed himself up as he hovered above you, looking you in your eyes before he leaned closer. “I love you,” he told you again before his lips brushed yours.

“I love you,” you responded, feeling like the luckiest soul in the world. You met his lips again with a kiss of your own that had him smiling into you.

He moved himself down and over to lay beside you as he tugged you closer to him. He let his hand smooth over your curves as you laid on your side against him, rounding the shape of your ass before tickling down your thick thigh and back up again before he eventually rounded your hip and gently ran his fingers over your soft tummy. He kept at it, tickling you as his hands wandering all over - like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin under his light, careful touch while he admired your soft breathing and contented sighs and fluttering lashes as you melted into him. His arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into one another and eventually both of you fell asleep with peaceful smiles on your faces, dreams of your future together playing through your minds.

Only good things were on their way and you knew you had so much to look forward to with Sebastian by your side.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #rp fic #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x plus size!reader #sebastian stan x curvy!reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff

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gabessquishytum · 7 months

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Hello Friend,

With US Thanksgiving coming up I’m feeling really very thankful and feel the need to tell you. You, without fail, make my day better everyday. I read your blog like some people might their newspapers and it can often help me relax after a long day. Even when I am not your target audience I can always see how your writing is so thoughtful, excited, and well-rounded. You just care so much and I know it must take so much effort to reply to all these asks but you do it with such compassion and vigor that I read things I never thought I would. I have discovered new tropes and kinks I enjoy and it’s even helped me get desensitized to some of my previous icks which I am grateful for. But it has also brought me countless smiles and expanded my imagination in so few words. I think sometimes we internalize that horny writings™️ are LESS than others but you have helped me truly get over that internalized superiority complex I had.

You have genuinely brought me so much joy that I sometimes think I love you in the way only a fan can love a creator. I love you in the way a stranger can never express to another stranger on the internet but longs to. Please let me know if you ever get a Patreon or a Kofi or a Paypal even because I feel such guilt in never being able to repay you for the joy you have brought me. Truly, you are one of my favorite fandom creators ever like top 3 (Aria is in there with you fyi).

I’m sorry if this is creepy but you have truly made me unhinged and I am grateful for it. You compel me to think of my own words for fandom which has never happened to me before. You compel me to think more and to love more (and be more of a horndog lol) and you are so special for that.

I hope you have an amazing holiday season and know that you are loved and appreciated (hopefully by friends and family) but especially by strangers on this hellsite.

All the best,

🧶

P.S. I am sorry this got weirdly rambley and maybe borderline creepy - I am just like this lol.

Beloved 🧶 anon please know I am having a little cry over your message. I am feeling so so under the weather and sick at the moment and this is just the nicest thing i could have received.

It makes me so happy and proud to know that my blog helps you relax and makes you feel good. I do love making my silly posts and collaborating with you guys, it really does mean the world to me. I try not to talk about it a lot but I am currently very disabled and as a result I can't work, so I've kinda started seeing this blog as my fun little job that brings enrichment into my life. It makes me happy and gives me a sense of accomplishment and community and I'm so grateful for that.

Every time someone writes to me with a kink they enjoy or a prompt or anything really, I DO feel so much enthusiasm and care for each one and I'm so glad that you guys can feel that in the posts.

I'm so thankful to all of you and especially you 🧶 anon, it means the world to get such lovely feedback on my weird little beloved horny passion project. Love you all.

#🧶 anon

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circular-bircular · 21 days

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hello! im currently questioning whether I am disordered or not. I was wondering if you would be willing to share your experiences if you're comfortable or maybe share some good resources about what its like being disordered because im really lost rn. this blog is great btw! take care of yourself <3

Hey there! Glad you enjoy my blog, sorry it took a bit to get to this. This is the first night in like a month that I have any free time whatsoever (and that's cause I'm putting off grades, lol...)

I hope you don't mind a bulletpointer on this one!

Disordered experiences...

Firstly, I cannot overstate how fucking everything about me is impacted by trauma. Physical health? I get sick more often because my body has fought as hard as it has to survive -- it's an actual thing that traumatized people get physically sick more often. Mental health? Shit. Depression's comorbid, anxiety is comorbid, and I've even seen discussions about the connections between autism and DID, and those two do not mix well in me. All of my everything is constantly fucked.

I cannot goddamn sleep. Sleep is a goddamn hellscape. I run from somewhere between 2 to 6 hours of sleep most nights, and have to take plenty of naps just to survive. That makes it next to impossible some days to get the energy I need, or if I did get enough nappies, to get the free-time I need.

In terms of my actual DID... Amnesia is the biggest one. I constantly have gaps. I have to write every single thing down. I have plenty of accomodations, sure! But even those fail from time to time, and then it's just a spiral. Like, today at work, I had a surprise meeting I did not write down, because I just forgot to. I forgot about the meeting until 10 minutes prior, when I got an alert in my email about it. This meant I skipped lunch, and had to try and focus without having eaten since 9am. This made my day harder, which led to...

Dissociation!!! God fuck. It's so hard to focus sometimes. I am so spaced out. Today was one of those days where I had to cling to my phone for survival and grounding. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it's better to be writing posts on tumblr during class than forgetting I'm in class at all. And none of the kids snitch on me -- just get a little pissy if I don't call on them quickly enough.

Trauma flashbacks. Ough. If I get stuck in one, goodbye ability to think for awhile. It's been happening more and more frequently at work lately, so there goes my 30 minute lunch spent in the bathroom forgetting I exist because I feel like I'm going to my parents house after school.

That ties into paranoia. I have to convince myself more often than not that, when I get home, my abusers won't be there. I'm 26 and haven't directly lived with them in 3 years, and I cut them off close to a year ago. I still wake up thinking they're breaking in.

That's about all I can think off quick, off the top of my head. Basically... owie owie my brain is a big ol bruise.

#syscourse #asks #anon #blurry #Not sure who helped write this #I think #kitty caught the rabbit #armageddon comes while I'm sleeping

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thelighthousestale · 2 days

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Behind the scenes for Does Permanent Mean Forever? 💚

Thank you, Anna for asking for commentary for Does Permanent Mean Forever? from the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors.

I love this story so much that I'm doing commentary on the entire fic, not just one scene.

The story, in general, was inspired by the fandom's love for MWPP, and Sirius in particular, having tattoos. I am of the firm belief that canon Sirius does not have tattoos. Which can seem like a very rare opinion to have since even people who claim to write canon compliant Sirius often mention his tattoos.

If Sirius did have tattoos I think he'd prefer a magical tattoo as well. I don't think Sirius was as interested or immersed in the muggle world as people seem to think he was. He was an incredibly powerful wizard who loved tinkering and inventing things with magic. We only ever see him wear robes in the books.

So this is my interpretation of what would happen if MWPP found themselves in a muggle tattoo shop.

I also really wanted to write a fic of MWPP hanging out that genuinely showed Peter as part of the group and a valued friend. Which is why I had Peter make the brilliant suggestion that their tattoos be of their animagus forms.

“It should be our animals.” Peter hiccuped James turned to look down at Peter, “What?” “You know, our animal forms.” Peter hiccuped again.

and of course he also gets the brilliant idea for Remus to get a wererabbit tattoo

“Yeah,” said Peter, who was now lying on his back looking at the flickering candles of the chandelier, “It can be your little wererabbit.” At the utterance of the word ‘wererabbit’ all four boys in the room rolled with laughter and agreed that it would be the perfect tattoo.

But of course, Peter is always going to be, well Peter. So I made him get sick on the Knight Bus for the lols.

"Well, guess Wormtail won’t want to partake in the contraband," Sirius chuckled as he unveiled a silver flask from his cloak. Peter took one look at the flask and was sick again. “Merlin, Pete, go to the other end of the bus, will you? The smell is going to make me hurl next.” Remus said, still clinging tightly to the railing.

I love the part in OOTP where Sirius tells Harry that James was always a bit of an idiot when it came to Lily so of course even though Lily is not in this fic, James is still concerned with what she thinks.

He is down bad.

Sirius wandered around the shop, inspecting the tattoo guns with interest. “What do you think Evans will think of your birthday tattoo, Prongs?” James looked up sharply from the book he was studying. “What? Does it matter? We're just friends…” James tousled his hair nervously, “Do you think she’ll find it attractive or stupid?” James flickered through the pages of tattoo images with a higher degree of concentration. His brow furrowed as if he was sitting for a rather tough exam. “She will definitely think it is stupid,” Peter retches into his bucket. “Hey,” James calls towards the shop owner, “What would be the most attractive one? To impress a girl?”

I liked the bits of curiosity I showed from Sirius. Like I said, he's a tinkerer, and I imagine he was very intrigued by how muggle mechanics worked and how he could use magic to enhance the items and invent new charms (like with the motorcycle).

Sirius wandered around the shop, inspecting the tattoo guns with interest.

Sirius shrugged and jumped to sit on the counter, methodically taking apart the tattoo gun in his hands

Also, if you reread the story, everyone is completely drunk except for Sirius. James is all over the place, Remus falls asleep, and Peter is vomiting in a bucket. Sirius is the only one sober enough and smart enough to realize they have to pay for the tattoos.

“Hey, Prongs?” Sirius asked without looking up from the device in his hands. “Yeah, Pads?” “You got quid for this?” James looked up at Sirius, confused. “What?” “You know, muggle money.” “Oh - shit… you got money?” “Nope.” Sirius brought the plug of the tattoo gun closer to his face, “Muggle studies really is a load of shit. I have no idea what this is.”

James slung his arms around Sirius and pulled him tight. "You know you're my best friend." "Yeah, I know." "I mean it, Padfoot. No one better." James rested his head on Sirius's shoulder, "I love you forever, mate." "Merlin, you're drunk."

Sirius being sober on their drunken night out is just an extra layer of sadness since Sirius spent the last year of his life abusing the drink to cope with his depression.

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rusty-phasma · 2 years

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The Sinner

A/N: i don't know if i like it, but it took me long to write and i wanted to upload something for Paul's birthday lol.

Warnings: Daniel treats his wife like shit, miscarriage, Daniel drags Eli though the mud, smut, unprotected sex, please wear protection, stds are no joke, and mommy kink. If you feel like i should add another warning, please let me know.

The movements of the train rocked you while you fought to stay awake, your fingers stroking H.W.'s hair while his head rested in your lap, your head turned to look at your husband who occupied himself reading the paper, you sighed softly and turned to look out the window. You knew you were being brought to put an image, Daniel Plainview is a family man! Look, he has his son and his wife with him! H.W. was in on the action, when you personally thought he shouldn't, the oil industry was no place for a child, but you? You were just eye candy, let's say; your husband was an ambitious man, he only cared about oil.

You had been married for a good 15 years and it hadn't even been your choice really, if you could have chosen you would have probably gone for a man that liked you, but your father had been wanting to marry you for a while and Daniel wanted a family, so at first he did treat you perfectly, you both tried so hard to have a child, nothing happened for a while and Daniel was getting impatient, he made sure you knew he thought it was your fault, but then it happened, you were pregnant and he was pleased. But as it often happens, this happiness was short lived, for you lost the baby before it even had a nervous system, you were home reading when you felt a sting in your belly and started feeling some wetness in your underwear and you had to deal with it on your own, when he got home he found you cradling your now empty belly and crying, he knew immediately what happened and left you there, you didn't know where but you didn't see him until the next day, and things went downhill from there, he was actively trying to get you pregnant but no love was involved so you felt very alone, and then the accident happened and he got stranded with a baby, after which he never touched you again, in that time you had found solace in church, the notion that god works in mysterious ways was somehow like a balm on your wounded soul, despite all the pain you knew God had good things for you. So you were there, everywhere Daniel went when he knew he'd be making deals, he cared too much, after all many did prefer him for his 'family man' image, so you were there, prim and proper, taking care of H. W. whom you loved like a son; if it wasn't for him you wouldn't be able to stand the way Daniel treated you.

Once the train stopped on Little Boston Daniel got up and you gently shook H.W. awake, before getting up and following him, you were thankful that he was gentlemanly enough that he was carrying your bag, for you knew that you would be walking a while before getting to the Sunday Ranch, but your riding pants made it all easier. You didn't know much about what you were doing but you had an idea and knowing your husband, you just hoped Daniel would finish quickly so that you could go back home, your thoughts were interrupted when you came up on a modest house and an old man that was walking towards you, when the old man reached you he shook Daniel's hand and Daniel started introducing you "I am Daniel Plainview, these are my son H.W. and (Y/N) Plainview'' he said gesturing towards you both, and the old man smiled at you "my name is Abel Sunday, how can i help you?" He said turning towards your husband with his hands on his hips "you see, my son is sick, sir" Daniel starts, you know better than to even react to his lie "and the doctors said he needs fresh air, so my wife and i" he says placing his hand on the back of your waist "thought it would be good to bring him camping and hunting quail, and we heard your Ranch is a good place for it" he finished, and after the man offered some food, milk and water to you, bashfully admitting their lack of bread, the man left you with the promise of his son bringing some wood for you to make a fire, and while you were getting everything ready to boil the potatoes a tall lanky boy approached you with his arms full of wood, your husband didn't notice him until he put the wood down on the floor, making him turna around, strangely he didn't say anything right away as the boy wiped his hands of all the wood and when he was done said "my name is Eli" extending one hand to shake your husband's "Yes, you are Eli Sunday" he responds by firmly shaking the boy's hand, you just stay silent, watching the whole thing happen "welcome" the boy simply says as your husband let's go if his hand while he stares at him, not saying a word as the boy turns to H. W. extending his hand towards him, the gesture makes you smile "i'm H.W." he says rather quietly "Eli" the other boy simply says and then he turns towards you, extending his hand towards you "i am (y/n)" you say with a smile, he nods also with a smile and says "pleasure to meet you" he let's go of your hand and continued "you're hunting for quail?" Turning towards Daniel, who kept staring at him as if he was very amused "that's right" he simply said, and the boy replied "we will bring dinner" to which you said "oh i'll help"you turned towards Daniel "i'll help the Sundays while you two hunt" and your husband turned towards you with those cold eyes that would've made you cry if you weren't used to them and said "that's a great idea sweetheart" and you smiled warmly at him as you walked towards the tall boy.

While you were walking towards the small house Eli asked "are you a woman of faith, mrs Plainview?" to which you smiled warmly at him "I am Eli, which reminds me" you replied "is there a church here?" It was his turn to smile warmly "there is!" He replied blushing, he turned shy, you found it sweet "a-and i am the pastor" he added, you put your right arm around his left one "then we will be seeing each other more often!" You said cheerily, he only responded smiling.

Now, Eli was beyond flustered, you were certainly a beautiful woman, yes a bit old for him but he couldn't help himself. He could feel your breast pressed against his arm and he felt so guilty, he was filled with lust and the only thing he hoped was that you wouldn't notice his arousal.

Of course you were baptized by him, you had been baptized when you were an infant, but you had to in order to be able to join the community fully. The day you were baptized was the day Eli knew he was lost, the way that the column of your neck looked when you put your head back, your closed eyes and the look of joy in your face had him entranced, that was the first night Eli spilled himself on his fist, asking for forgiveness for lusting after you. But he wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way. It started with dreams, in the beginning you couldn’t tell who the young man from your wet dreams was, but you started to have them more often and that’s when you realized that the man whimpering your name in your dreams was none other than Eli Sunday, and you felt guilty of course, not just because you wanted Eli while married to Daniel but because of the feelings that started to bloom in your chest, he was younger and he definitely could get himself a nice young -unmarried- woman.

And so the days passed and Eli, ever the observant young man, started seeing Daniel's for who he was, what he couldn't understand was how a good woman such as yourself was married to a man like that one; with each day he grew closer to you until he was your only friend in little Boston, but you hadn't confided in him that your husband didn't love you and that he broke your heart every day with his coldness. But then the accident happened and H.W. lost his hearing, and you stopped going to church as much, Eli understood of course, for all he knew H.W. was your son and you had to take care of him.

One day his sister asked his mother if she could visit H.W. to your house, and Eli took the opportunity to see you, telling his mother that he’d go with is sister to pray for the child, on the way to your house he felt nervous, and once again asked for forgiveness, this time it wasn’t because of his lust, but because he had to admit -mostly to himself- he had deep feelings for Daniel Plainview’s wife.

When he got there Daniel let them in, he had a flask in his hand and reeked of alcohol, it took Eli all he had not to cringe at the smell coming from the man, who left the house to sit beside a man that vaguely resembled him. But the scene he came to took away all thoughts about the men outside -all coherent thoughts, as a matter of fact- H.W. slept peacefully on your lap and all he could think of was that you looked like the virgin Mary, weeping with your child on your lap, beautiful and pure, and the fact that he was very much aroused mixed with his guilt, and his overheated mind came up with the idea that he wanted to be in your lap like that, with your fingers in his hair and your sweet words in his ears; this had him quite confused because the more he thought about it, the more aroused he was. It was his sister who shook him out of his stupor when she went up to you and he was almost annoyed about how easily she broke that beautiful image, but your smile eased his annoyance away, he watched from the doorway how you very gently shook H.W. awake and the love in your eyes as he smiled up to you and got up to greet his own sister. After he prayed for the boy, you asked him and his sister to stay for dinner and seeing as it was supper time already they accepted, so after taking your husband and his brother’s plate outside to them, you all sat at the table.

“I am sorry for not going to church this week Eli, I have been quite busy with H.W.” you looked down and Eli could see the tears starting to form in the dim light “the doctors say he may not be able to hear again” you told him, unable to hold a tear back, which you wiped as soon as it left your eye. While you were a woman of faith you knew that God would not be able to take this ailment away from your son -because even if he was not yours by blood you had raised him- no matter how much Eli tried and wouldn’t want to bother him too much. Eli watched you as you tried to compose yourself “the lord works in mysterious ways, (y/n). Besides, H.W. is an intelligent young man and he has a wonderful mother, i think he will be able to live a good life even without his hearing” his sincere comment made you smile and you wished that he couldn’t see your blush in the dim light of the afternoon “oh Eli, thank you, i just hope you are right and life is good for H.W.” Eli sensed your sadness and tried to drop the subject “thank you for inviting us to dinner (y/n), it has been delicious, but if may ask” he wiped his mouth with a napkin before continuing “why hasn’t Daniel joined us?” he asked and you felt a pang of sadness again “oh, Daniel is spending a lot of time with his brother, they usually have dinner by themselves outside, i am just glad that he found his brother…” you said trying to hide the sadness that this left you with to no avail, Eli noticed and again had to ask God for forgiveness for the jealousy and indignation that filled him, what he wouldn’t do to have dinner every day with you and there he was, ignoring you, he swallowed those emotions and smiled “well i am glad that your husband found his brother as well” after dinner his sister helped you wash the dishes and Eli prayed for H.W. some more after he fell asleep, and after the dishes were done they left.

Some days later you made some baked potatoes and decided it would be nice to share it with the Sundays. On your way there you found Eli all covered in mud walking toward his house, so you decided to approach him, worried about his state, once you reached him you gently called his name out, making him turn around “Eli! What happened? Oh you are all muddy!” you asked “it’s nothing, please don’t worry yourself” he replied to you but you weren't having it “Eli please tell me what happened” you insisted to which he turned fully towards you and looked down, embarrassed and humiliated “i-i went to ask Daniel for the money owed to the third revelation and he-” he sighed, he was really aggravated that you saw him like this “he dragged me through the mud and beat me up…” you gasped and he could see the anger in your eyes “come, let me help you” you said grabbing one of his hands and practically dragging him to your house where H.W. slept, Daniel spent almost all day by his well and it was still pretty early, so there was no danger of him coming home. You set the tub up for a bath, starting to heat water up and wetting a rag so that you could wipe his face, once you were done with the rag you set a chair down by the tub “come, Eli, please sit” he shyly sat on the chair and you set yourself to wipe his face of all the mud, occasionally rewetting the rag and cleaning the mud off of it. While you did all of this, Eli studied you, staring at your face , your eyes focused on removing the mud caked on his face, your mouth set on a stern line and your furrowed brow, and after a few moments, once you were almost done, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss, swallowing a gasp, once he parted from you he widened his eyes, mirroring yours “i-i’m sorry i don't know what ca-” but you cut him off “it’s alright Eli” you sighed, this was your first kiss in a long time, and it was the most tender you’d had, chaste as it was. And then you thought about the way your husband kissed you, rough and carnal, nothing behind it, you also thought about the way he treated you all the time, Eli took your prolonged silence as a rejection and started getting up when you stopped him by grabbing his hand “kiss me again Eli. please.” you asked and he complied, this time you reciprocated the kiss as gentle as you could, placing one of your hands on Eli’s jaw and the other on his knee, the wet rag long forgotten. His hands went to cup your face, when he licked you lip andyou opened your mouth, deepening the kiss, that’s when you got the idea of gently biting his lip, you didn’t regret it after listening to the sound he made, you pulled away, you had made your mind.

“Eli” you asked, leaving your shyness behind “y-yes?” you took a deep breath before asking “do you want me?” the look on his face was something you would have laughed of if the moment allowed it, so instead you slowly got to your feet, looking down at him “yes, i-i do want you” he said as if he couldn’t believe this was happening ,you smirked at him and walked towards the part of the house where your bed was and sat there waiting for him, lifting your skirts over your knee and crossing your legs, he walked towards you and sat at your feet looking up at you as if you were some kind of goddess, and if you weren’t already aroused you sure as hell were now, and without taking his eyes off you he started kissing your legs, going up until he had to non verbally ask for your permission to lift your dress, getting a nod in return he lifted your skirt as high as it would go with you sitting and continued leaving wet kisses on your heated skin, after a while he grabbed your ankle and gently lifted so that he could kiss the inside of your thighs and your beathing gets heavy at the thought of him being so close to your cunt, as if reading your thoughts he looked up at you nudging you with his nose he then brings his hands that had been caressing your thighs up to your hips, lifting his face “can i…?” He asks and he doesn't have to finish the question for you to know, so you raise your hips for him to remove your underwear, once it is off he leaves a kiss on your thigh and you spread your legs a bit wider so he has space, so he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, watching your reactions, noticing how you moaned when his tongue passed over your clit, so he did it again, getting the same reaction, so he started licking your clit as if it was his last meal, your hand going up to his hair, holding tightly “E-Eli” you moaned “please put your fingers inside me” and he obeyed, slowly putting two of his fingers inside you, watching as you writhe and moan “Eli” you moaned again “Eli i am going to cum” so he doubled his efforts, sucking lightly on your clit, making you moan louder, he kept sucking and moving his fingers savoring your cum, he then pulled away and got up you looked at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him so he was sitting on the bed, once he sat you got up and stripped off your dress and bra, you noticed with amusement that he looked at you as if he had seen god and wondered if he had ever seen a naked woman, and so you started working on his muddy clothes, slowly removing all of them.

Once he was as naked as you you got on your knees between his legs, looking at him through your lashes you wrapped your hand over his cock and licked from the base to he head, making him moan, so you kept teasing him circling your tongue around his head, tasting his precum, once you were satisfied you put his head inside your mouth and started sucking lightly, his hand went to grip the blanket that covered your bed, this went on for a while, his moans started getting a bit louder and you knew he was close “m-mommy i am so close” and that's when his blood ran cold, he had no idea where that came from, and you were equally as stunned, but for some reason listening to him calling you that sounding so desperate made you feel even more aroused, so you started pumping his cock “is my boy gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” You tease him and he moans a broken ‘oh mommy’ and so you return to bobbing your head on his length until he stops you “wait, please” and you stop, looking at him searching his face, looking for discomfort, when you found none you asked “what is it, darling?” You ask a bit concerned “can i please f-fuck you?” He asks nervously and you got up, straddling him “does my good boy want to fuck mommy?” You ask teasingly and moans a “yes mommy” so you take his cock and line it up with your pussy, moving slowly downwards, making the pair of you moan.

Once you got used to the stretch you started moving your hips in a slow rhythm, his hands on your hips; your slow rhythm was torture to him “faster mommy, please” he all but whined, so with a moan you started moving your hips faster, after a few moments his hips started thrusting into yours, meeting you halfway, his hands traveling up your sides to your breasts, cupping them and taking his mouth to one of your nipples, licking and sucking on them. The sound of skin on skin and moans were all that could be heard and you were getting closer and closer to your climax so your hands went to your clit, rubbing in fast tight circles, his mouth left your tit, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple “m-mommy i am going to cum” he whined, the strain his voice was evident and you leaned down to lick his neck “cum inside me Eli” you whispered between moans, and his moan pushed you over the edge, your cunt tightening and gushing around his cock, making him reach his end, his semen filled you and you kept riding him until he whined from overstimulation and got off him, laying beside him on your side he turned to look at you and you kissed him “as much as i would love to stay here with you, we need to get dressed, Eli…” you said feeling rather sad, he kissed you and sat up, and you stayed there and sighed exhausted, suddenly something touched your cunt and you looked down surprised, Eli was wiping you with a clean wet rag, and you smiled. After a few moments you were both dressed, and an hour later he was gone with all the evidence of your affair, leaving you with the notion that you were not only wanted, but loved.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

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