#and i was like. ok no time to argue anyway fine let’s go
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Poker Face!
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Spencer Reid x Reader
:: It’s game night at Rossi’s, a little pasta al dente, poker chips from Emily’s place, and a little too much Italian red wine. Poker after hours becomes a new playing field when you and Spencer decide to finish your game of blackjack back in his place. ::
:: warnings :: smuttt! and super mushy gushy fluff, sex under the influence (both parties drank alcohol), strip poker (kinda you’re playing blackjack), afab!reader, no mention of contraceptives oops...
:: authors’ notes :: i didn’t realize until i finished the story that spencer probably has his own poker set, he’s literally from vegas; anyway thanks for all the love on my last fic too sweet, hope you guys enjoy this one just as much <3
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“Ok, ok! That’s enough!” Emily shouted, swinging her glass around.
“Careful, Prentiss. This carpet is fine Italian wool. Gifted from my first mother-in-law,” Rossi scolded, Hotch chuckling beside him.
“You guys are relentless,” she continued.
“I can beat him, I know it!” you shouted, your eyes comically wide.
“No shot, sweetheart. Reid is literally banned from every casino in Vegas, you think you can really beat him?” Derek commented.
“I may not be banned from Vegas casinos, but I never lose Blackjack,” you argued.
“Honey, you’ve lost eight games in a row!” JJ shouted, laughing and holding her stomach.
“Nevermind that! I’m gonna beat you Reid, if it's the last thing I do,” you narrowed your eyes playfully at Spencer, who sat as dealer with a giant grin on his face.
“I hate to interrupt this incredibly captivating game of Blackjack, but I’m kicking you out. It's late and an old man’s got to get some rest,” Rossi interrupted, erupting a series of ‘Boo’s’ and groans.
“Come on, come on. Call your DD’s, call your taxi cabs. Or if you want to stay, you can start washing the dishes,” he bargained.
Suddenly, all at once, everyone stood up practically scrambling and giggling like kids to avoid cleaning up. Penelope, Emily, and Derek hopped into a cab and Hotch drove JJ home then himself considering he hadn't anything to drink that night. That left you and Spencer, lingering on the sidewalk nudging each other in a fit of giggles.
“I assume you’re gonna take a cab?” he asked you.
“That’s the plan.”
“So we can share since I don’t live far from you. I’ll walk from your place,” he suggested.
“Oh no, no. Look what I snatched when everyone started leaving,” you pulled out the briefcase of poker chips that Emily had brought for that night out of your tote, “We’re going to your place and finishing what we started.”
“Oh boy, you have no idea how long it's gonna take. We’re gonna be up all night!” Spencer laughed, and you gasped.
“You’re an asshole,” you shoved him, before calling a taxi.
You squeezed in the back of the cab, legs bumping against each other. You felt your skin light up, you’ve always felt a certain way about Spencer. I mean who wouldn’t? Well actually, not a lot of people. You always tried to hide the pangs of jealousy or your faces of reluctance whenever the women you were working with or interviewed on cases would flirt with him, unnecessarily albeit. This happened more often than you care to admit or notice.
You walked into Spencer’s apartment, tossing your bag on the couch before falling to your knees and putting the briefcase on his coffee table. You opened it up and began shuffling the cards, quite intensely to make sure Spencer wasn’t going to cheat. You knew he wasn’t, his brain was too smart, but you did it for confidence instead.
“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked from the kitchen.
“Whatcha you got?” you asked.
“I’ve got a couple of beers, probably a little old. Oh, I still have the bottle of wine that Rossi gave to us for the new year,” he told you.
“Oh! Bring the wine! We’ll drink the beers later,” you winked at him, “Let’s get the fucking party started.”
It was late into the night now. You lost count how many times you’d lost to Spencer already. Just a couple of hours passed, and the wine was almost finished. You and Spencer couldn’t stop laughing and wiggling around. As Spencer shuffled the deck, a request you made him do after every turn, you came up with a devilish idea. One that would definitely get you in trouble should the outcome be anything other than what you would hope.
“Ooh,” you cooed, mischievously.
“What?” Spencer questioned.
“Oh, nothing, just had an idea,” you were smirking, or rather trying really hard not to burst into laughter.
“This can’t be good,” he mumbled, shaking his head.
“Why don’t we spice things up, shall we?”
“No, no way,” Spencer already knew what you were going to say.
“Strip Poker!”
“No!” he shouted, a big smile on his face contradicting his words.
“What, you scared? Scared that suddenly I’m starting to beat you and you’re gonna have to take all your clothes off?” you teased.
“No, I am a gentleman and I’m not gonna sit through watching you take all your clothes to prove a point,” he argued sassily.
“You are way too confident for your own good, Dr. Spencer Reid. You’re just chicken.”
“Ok, fine then. You dealer, or am I?” he asked, pouring the last bit of wine into your cup.
“Why don’t you hit me this time,” you said.
“You got it,” he responded, “Care to shuffle while I grab the beers?”
“Of course. About time we crack those open,” you smiled widely.
Now sitting down, face to face. Staring intensely at each other for a moment, hints of mischief and amusement in both your eyes. As you shuffled the cards well, Spencer couldn’t help notice the way your eyes were practically sparkling in the warm light of his apartment. How soft your skin looked in the light too. He doesn’t know when it happened. If it happened just now, or maybe he’s always felt this way about you.
Maybe it was those times where he felt a little more protective over you than the others on more brutal cases. The feeling of responsibility for you, to guide you, when you first join the team since you were the same age. Or maybe it was when you let him practically talk your ear off about peculiar facts regarding the case you had wrapped up. The small smile of your face knowing he thrived in these moments. The sweet giggle you let out when Morgan and Prentiss groaned knowing he would begin yet another tangent.
Yeah, it was definitely then he realized how special you were and how much he wanted to keep you in his life; in more ways than one.
But in this moment, when you handed him the cards with the most devilish smirk on your face, Spencer felt a wave of avidity, longing for you more than he ever has before. He felt so conflicted about the game you were about to play. He respected you so much and yet craved to see you, to have you, in this very way for so long already. He didn’t know what to do. He dealt the cards however, entertaining the idea, and you tapped the table for cards before taking a big swig of your beer.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, Spencer’s breath hitched.
You took off your earrings first and Spencer quirked an eyebrow.
“What? Were you expecting me to take off my shirt right away?”
“No,” he shrugged before giving you the deck to shuffle again.
“I swear to-” you cursed, pulling off one of your rings this time.
Your shoes came off, then your socks. All your accessories were scattered on the table before you. The last game you stood up unbuttoning your pants. Spencer clenched his jaw, averting his eyes downward as you peeled your pants down your legs. It took quite literally everything in him to not drool over you. You sank back down to the ground, the bottom half of your body shielded by the table and Spencer looked back at you again. He dealt the cards. You asked for a card, and Spencer knew then you would lose. The probability was certain. When he hit Blackjack and you didn’t, Spencer gulped and you sighed in defeat.
Staring boldly at Spencer, you disrobed your last garment that would give you some kind of modesty. Your bra is on full display with nothing else but your pair of underwear. You had a crucial decision to make if you ended up losing again and you were seriously considering that would be the case, the butterflies erupting violently in your belly.
“We don’t have to keep going,” Spencer cleared his throat.
“And why would I do that?” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that gave you this sudden courage, this seduction. You were starting to have fun seeing Spencer squirming on the couch, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. You suddenly wanted to egg this round on as long as you can.
“Ok, then,” he muttered, as he dealt the cards, slowly this time.
Spencer had a face down card, assuming it was a value of ten like always, and an eight. You had a seven and a three, you were fucked. You needed an ace and you’d hit blackjack, or you could build up; but that’s risky. Maybe Spencer can go over. You had a chance, you know it. Your chest was moving fast and shallow, but your face was stoic and firm. Spencer on the other hand was antsy; his eyes frantic and his leg bouncing. You knew he was staring at your chest. You planned to use it to your advantage. Was it fair game? Yeah, yeah it was. It wasn’t your fault he was distracted.
“Hit me,” you egged.
“You got it,” he responded.
A five. Fuck.
Spencer hit himself and he drew a seven. Those are bad cards. He most likely went over and you might actually finally beat him.
“One more time, boy wonder,” you snapped. A six. A beautiful six of hearts.
“I stand,” he mutters, probably knowing he lost.
“Let’s see those cards, baby,” you teased.
“You first,” he told you, and placed your cards.
“Blackjack, baby!”
Spencer laid his cards revealing his seven and eight and underneath a nine, he busted; the cards of course. You won, you finally won. You jumped up in celebration, prancing in your undergarments around the room giggling and cheering.
“I did it! I fucking did it! I beat the boy genius, fair and fucking square! You lose Spencer, loser!” you shouted taunting him and he couldn’t help the smile painted in his blushing face; he almost forgot you were prancing around almost naked in the middle of his apartment.
“I- I was distracted,” he shuttered.
“Damn right you were,” you joked, squeezing your breasts to flaunt them in his face.
“It wasn’t fair game,” he bantered.
“It wasn’t fair game, my ass. I won and you lost, and you’re being a sore loser,” you mocked as you walked towards him like a panther, playfulness and seduction dripping from your tongue.
Spencer took the moment you walked near and grabbed your wrist yanking you to stumble into his lap. You were shocked, surprised, a little turned on. You held onto his shoulders, your breathing a little quicker than before. You tried to convince yourself it was from the celebratory dance and not the growing bulge from Spencer that poked you from beneath.
“I told you, I was distracted,” he told you, his hands finding a place at their hips. Fingers caressing delicately the hem of your underwear.
“Blah, blah,” you whispered.
“Don’t give me that.”
“Now, Spence, I believe there is something you have to do, is there not?” you whispered.
“What’s that?” he bantered.
“You lost.”
“Right, unfairly I might add,” he joked.
“If all you’re gonna do is talk, then let me do the honors,” you told him.
“Be my guest.”
Your fingers pulled gently at his tie he wore, pulling over his head and tossing it to the side on the floor. You started unbuttoning his shirt, Spencer staring with heavy eyes at you as you did so.
“I thought we were only taking off one item. We should play another round then if you want my shirt off,” he teased you, bringing his hands to gently hold your wrists.
“Like that’s gonna happen,” you rolled your eyes playfully.
Spencer relaxed against the back of the couch as you unbutton his shirt all the way. You brought your lips down to kiss softly at his collarbones and his shoulder. Moving along his chest to kiss the other side. His hands moved slowly against your hips, fingers sliding between the fabric of your underwear and your skin. Your skin erupted in chills, a tingle running through your spine making your ears feel hot. You dragged your nose along his strong jawline before nipping your teeth playfully against his cheek.
He brought his hands up, fingertips tracing your spine until he reached your bra. He skillfully unhooked it leaving you a bit breathless for just a second but a second too long. You could feel it, without even needing to look at him, to know he had such a teasing smile on his gorgeous face. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it off him.
You shrugged your bra off, tossing behind him giving him a playful wink which made him chuckle. You brought his hands to your breasts as you pulled his head towards you by the back of his neck to kiss him feverishly. Something you both had wanted to do for quite some time now. You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling the prodding against your center, which made Spencer groan lowly in the kiss; his hands squeezing your breasts hard in discomfort.
“Fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane,” he told you.
“Let me say hi to your little friend, Spence. Or do you want to play for that too?” you taunted him.
“God, no. I couldn’t wait a whole other hour for you to beat me again,” he bantered making you scoff and roll your eyes; his hands shot straight to his zipper to pull his pants down just enough for the both of you.
You were practically itching to get your panties off. Standing up suddenly, both you and Spencer reached instinctively to pull them off you, his lips attaching themselves to your soft belly and hips. He freed himself from the constricting fabric of his pants and pulled you down, or rather yanked you to him. You couldn’t help the bubbly laugh that came from you making Spencer smile blissfully.
You bite your lip as you reach between your bodies, lining Spencer up against you perfectly. The warmth radiating from you was driving him crazy. It took everything in him to not suddenly take control and rut his hips against you. You sank slowly down on his length, not so little, you thought yourself.
“Oh jeez, I feel like I could come already,” you gasped, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach felt already overwhelming. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had sex in years. You felt starved of this kind of touch, this kind of intimacy. The kind of feeling of Spencer’s cold fingertips touching and gliding across your skin like you were glass. Yeah, that was the feeling you didn’t know you needed, you didn’t realize you craved so much until this very moment.
“I’m a bit embarrassed to admit the same,” he chuckled breathlessly, “If you don’t start moving, I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back any longer.”
You took this as the green light to start rocking your hips back and forth. One hand resting against his cheek and the other stabilizing yourself against the frame of the couch. Spencer’s hands rocked with you, his way of helping and understanding the rhythm you were going. He started, with gaining confidence, to buck his hips into you and that’s when the pleasure began to build. You panted heavily above him, moans every now and then escaping your mouth to echo against the walls of Spencer’s small apartment.
“Shit. You feel so good,” he breathed out, “I thought I’d last longer.”
“Please, please don’t come yet,” you begged; bringing your forehead to his. You could see his skin becoming shiny with sweat, his cheeks flush with redness. Spencer, determined to make you come before him, or at the very least with him, reached between your thighs rubbing fast and swift circles against your clit. Your hips jerked with pleasure and Spencer’s name dripped from your lips like honey.
“Oh, that’s it,” Spencer whispered. His free hand came up and pulled you in a passionate and sloppy kiss. His tongue entwined with your and you moaned wildly as did he. His brain was fuzzy, not that your’s wasn’t also, with the sounds of sex, the rhythm of your hips, the warmth of your slick soaking his fingers.
“I’m close, fuck I’m so close, Spence,” you whined.
“Let go, sweetheart.”
“Ngh!” you moaned loudly. You dipped your head forward resting your forehead in the crook of his neck. Your bodies were so close, your bare chests pressed against each other. You both could feel the other’s breath and slowly you began to match each other’s erratic rhythm the closer you got to your climaxes. You messily pressed your lips against Spencer’s one last time before the wave of electrifying pleasure overcame you.
When you came down from your high, all you could feel and hear in that moment was Spencer. His soft pants brushing your ear, his arms cradling you close, his subtle leg shaking from what you assume was him also coming with you.
“That was really good,” you giggled.
“It really was,” he agreed.
“I’m gonna tell everyone about this,” you whispered wickedly.
“What?” Spencer questioned fearfully.
“I beat you in Blackjack,” you reminded him, making him laugh loudly.
“Give it a rest you would?” he sighed.
“No way. I’m gonna tell everyone. And everyone’s gonna tease you because I beat you fair and square. Unless, you wanna admit that my boobs were distracting you from your card counting tricks,” you teased.
“Alright, you won fair and square,” he smiled blissfully at you, his eyes soft and gentle in the warm light.
You giggled sweetly bringing him in a tender kiss, definitely not for the last time that night. Your bodies were entwined for the rest of the night until the tepid sunrays peaked meekly through the curtains of Spencer’s bedroom window. The two of you sharing giggles between the sheets with his arms embracing you the way they had been all night. Needless to say, blackjack continues to be your favorite poker game. Especially now more than ever.
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motherly instincts- a.hotchner
a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)
summary: aaron's mother can only be helpful to you postpartum, right?
pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader
warnings: fluff, body shaming, feeling of discomfort, postpartum, reader is postpartum and aaron's wife.
You were pregnant. It wasn’t exactly planned, but Aaron and you were ecstatic all the same. Jack was excited to have a new sibling and he was totally ok with it. At your wedding, you had adopted Jack, meaning you were already one of his legal guardians. The only problem was telling everyone. The team were ecstatic for you, Jj giving you tips, Spencer sending various articles on pregnancy and childbirth, Derek promising his babysitting service, Emily promising to come and help out in anyway, and Penelope sending you cute baby clothes ideas (and buying them for you).
But telling Aaron’s mother.
That was a shit show.
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“You’re pregnant?” she repeated. The lack of emotion in her face and voice made you feel practically sick. “Why?”
“Mother-”
“Is Jack not enough for her?” She asked like you weren't even there.
You took a deep breath. “I adore Jack, you know I do. We weren’t exactly planning this-” Wrong thing to say.
“So you don't want the child?”
Aaron rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his.
“Of course we want our child!” You exclaimed and she looked taken aback.
“Aaron, she’s shouting at me!”
“I will be too if you don’t stop this mother.”
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She had since reached out and apologised, so you felt that it was ok to let her come and stay for the week, they were her grandchildren too.
You had given birth to twins, two girls. You named them Elizabeth (Beth for short) and Natalie (Nat for short). You both loved both of them so much. They had taken Aaron’s dark hair, and your eyes. They were beautiful. You adored them. Aaron adored them. Jack adored them.
Aaron’s mother… not so much.
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Day 1
She had already bulldozed through your regular routine. You were exhausted from literally growing two children and then pushing them out and into the world. Aaron understood that. Jack understood that. Aaron’s mother did not. She expected you to just be fine. She expected you to do all the cooking and cleaning while she took care of your newborn babies. Aaron basically had to put her in a time out and lock the door to the nursery to let you just be with your children for more than a few minutes. Jack loved coming in to see his sisters whenever he could, which meant Ms. Hotchner also had to be allowed in. So, you were basically banished unless you wanted to argue, and trust me, you didn’t want to argue with that woman.
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“Aaron?” You mumbled as you climbed into bed beside him, both the twins and Jack down for the night.
“Yes honey?” he whispered, wrapping you in his arms.
“Do you think you could talk to your mother? Just about letting me have some down time with the twins?”
“Of course darling, I didn’t realise it was that bad,” he looked down at you. Even through the darkness of the room, you could see the guilt on his face.
“It’s not!” You lied. “Just… I don’t know,” You sighed. “It doesn't matter, sorry for worrying you. You shouldn’t say anything.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, scepticism clear in his voice. “I’m happy to talk to her. She’s only supposed to be here if she’s helping. If she’s not helping we can ask her to go home.”
“Aaron, it’s alright, I promise.”
“Well, tell me if it gets bad, alright? I know she can be overbearing sometimes,” The amount of care and love present in his voice and words almost brought you to tears, so you just nodded and pressed your head into his chest. You felt him chuckle. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
After a few minutes of his comforting voice and soft hands lulling you into drowsiness, you were asleep.
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When the baby monitor went off and you slept through the cries of your children, Aaron smiled. He was happy you were getting sleep. Insomnia had been the prevailing issue of your pregnancy, and it drove you crazy. He got up, swaddled and fed his babies, checked in on Jack and got himself a glass of water. He lay down beside you again and cupped your cheek. You were sound-asleep as he looked at you with all the love in the world.
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Day 2
“Did you sleep?” You asked your husband. “I’m so sorry I slept through it, I just… next time you should wake me up, ok? I’m so sorry-”
He cut you off with a kiss. “I was fine, don’t worry. I’m glad you’re finally getting some sleep,” he smiled playfully at your glare.
“I can take Jack to school if you want to lounge around for a bit?” You offered, hopeful that he would let you. He shook his head and dipped down, kissing you again.
“I’m fine. I’ll walk him there, then go for a run.”
“That’s a brilliant idea!” Hotch’s mother exclaimed. “She’ll go for a run and drop Jack off. She needs to start getting rid of the baby fat.”
Your jaw genuinely dropped. There was no way anyone would have the nerve to say that to you. Not when you were literal weeks postpartum. You knew you didn’t look the same as before, you hadn’t expected to. But to be confronted with it so blatantly was a stab into your confidence.
Aaron’s face hardened and solidified into one of irritation and annoyance. “What did you just say to my wife?”
“Aaron. We can’t lie to her! It would just be a disservice,” your mother-in-law said as she stood by the coffee machine, a frown on her lips. “It’s only a few miles-”
“If you ever think about talking about my wife in that way I will not hesitate to block your number. You can pack your bags Mother. I’ll call you a taxi,” Aaron got his phone out, a comforting hand on your waist.
“Aaron, that’s a bit drastic-” You tried but his voice cut yours off, ordering a taxi to your house. He thanked the person on the line and smiled at you as he hung up, his mother’s temper tantrum beginning.
“She doesn’t get to talk to you like that. No one does.”
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There was no day 3. She left your house, essentially cursing you, but you didn’t care. It was finally the way it was meant to be. Just Aaron, Jack, the girls, and you.
Your perfect family.
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(Spoilers for. Real life?? I guess???)
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Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-
Oh. No, nope, nevermind. They're just arguing again, aren't they.
"-don't know what you expect ME to do about it!" snaps the Red One.
"I don't know, Grian, how about literally anything?" asks the Scarlet Moon, raising an eyebrow.
"I mean, you could at least tell us what's going on out there," says the Ruby Star. "I don't think that's too much to ask, Grian."
"Riiight, like that'll help," says the Bloody Victor, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, for goodness sake, Martyn, do you have to make this difficult every single time?" snaps the Red One. "Anyway, we've got loads of time to work this out. It's only just started, even if it was a bit earlier than I thought it would be," he grumbles, irritated.
"Oh! Look!" calls the Coquelicot Loner, from where he is peering away from their circle at something that would look, to anyone but the five present, entirely indistinguishable from any other patch of the universe. "They must be done! Someone's coming!"
"What?" The Red One frowns. "Don't be ridiculous, Scar, there's no way-"
A brilliant beam of starlight shoots down from the heavens, and tears through their little circle like a formula one car cutting through the middle of a picnic.
It leaves behind...
Huh.
What. What is that.
There is... a. Person? But the proportions are all wrong, nothing this world has ever seen before. The limbs are mismatched, twisted, not quite connected. The movement is... disturbingly smooth, except when it jerks and jumps at seemingly random moments.
Whatever they are, they regain their balance, look around, and... laugh. "Oh, hey guys!" they say. "You know, I really didn't think this counted. But here we are, I guess!"
"Mom?" says the Coquelicot Loner, squinting at her. "Why are you short?"
"Oh my god, Scar, you can't just ask people why they're short," says the Ruby Star, apparently on autopilot.
"Yeah, and, uh, not to be rude, but more like why are you an eldrich horror? But, like, more so than usual?" says the Bloody Victor, backing up and looking rather alarmed.
They raise an eyebrow. "Oh, we're doing this now, are we?" They shake their head. "You know what this is perfectly well. We did another game, and I won. Deeply surprising, I know, but here we are!"
The Scarlet Moon tilts her head. "I mean, not that it's not nice to have you here, I guess, but that seemed real quick for a whole game, Cleo."
"Yes, thank you Pearl," says the Red One, narrowing his eyes. "I quite agree. Just how violent WAS this one that it's already finished? And WHY was I not informed?"
Cleo laughs. "To be honest I don't think anyone expected it to matter. And, I mean, sure it was violent, they always are, but it was all pretty light-hearted to be honest! Not a lot of drama, you know." She looks around, and seems to remember something. "Oh, Scott, I let a zombie kill you at the end! Sorry about that, I didn't realise quite how low you were. It was pretty funny, though."
The Ruby Star blinks, and shrugs. "I mean, fair enough. Hey, that means Divorce Quartet is all here, now!"
The Coquelicot Loner squints. "...Does that make you my stepdad, Scott?"
"No," says Cleo.
"God no," says the Ruby Star. "For, just, so many reasons."
"Yeah, I am not doing that again," says Cleo.
"So... So, hang on," says the Red One. "You're saying, in your game, it was all just. Cool and fine and calm. No pain or blood or sacrifice. No agonising entangled web of alliances. No cold-blooded, cold-hearted backstabbing?"
("Hey!" says the Bloody Victor.)
"I mean there was plenty of blood, technically. And Martyn did sort of try to stab everyone in the back and then run away."
("...Yeah, ok, fine," says the Bloody Victor.)
"But no, not much emotional turmoil, all in all! It was pretty chill, really!" They glance around the circle. "It was nice to see Ren again, too! I think he was off roleplaying with Martyn most of the time, though."
"I'm going to kill you," says the Bloody Victor, despairingly. "How is that fair?!"
"Life isn't fair," says the Scarlet Moon.
"Oh, you-"
"Can you shut up for five minutes," snaps the Red One.
As the bickering continues, the Coquelicot Loner and Ruby Star sidle up to Cleo, avoiding her wavering, eldritch outline.
"So!" says the Coquelicot Loner. "How's dad?"
Cleo gives him a look. "Scar," they say.
He holds up his hands. "Ok, ok! Just asking!"
She shakes her head, not without affection. "Is this really all you do here? Just stand around and irritate each other?"
"No!" says the Coquelicot Loner, seemingly deeply offended.
"Yeah, pretty much," says the Ruby Star.
"Ok well that's stupid," says Cleo.
"Yes," says the Red One, having extricated himself from the continuing altercation between the other two. "This is extremely stupid." He claps his hands, drawing everyone's attention and finally ending the argument, for now. "All in favour of erasing the past few minutes from existence and pretending none this ever happened?"
"Aye," says everyone but Cleo.
"What," says Cleo.
"It means you get to go home and you don't have to stands around in a circle with us lot for the rest of eternity," says the Scarlet Moon.
"Oh. Yeah, definitely do that," says Cleo.
"Wonderful," says the Red One, and clicks his fingers.
...
Five figures stand, solemn, at the celestial summit of nowhere. They discuss matters of great import, and observe the fragile gossamer thread that is all that surrounds them, and-
The Coquelicot Loner speaks. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it! Do you-"
"I thought we just agreed that didn't happen, Scar," snaps the Red One.
Oh, ok. Alright, they're arguing again.
Yeah, we probably don't have to stick around and listen to this any longer, either. I don't expect it's going to change anytime soon.
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Family // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader
Summary: Sirius Black, the usually happy prankster within Hogwarts, had a special skill for hiding his emotions. Until one day, he's forced to face the realities of the troubles with his family.
Requested by: @bullets-from-another-dimension Thank you so much for the request and for showing me that Sirius needs a little more love! I hope you like this fic, and thanks for your support with the poly!marauders ♥
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff (also lots!), emotional hurt, discussion of Sirius' abusive family, disowned, crying, hugs/kissing, polyamory relationship, nipple play, body worship, making out, oral sex (m receiving), happy ending
A/N: This is just a little PSA that I'll be going through my other Poly!Marauders fics sometime soon to change some bits to make sure that each of the boys is getting enough love! It won't be anything major for the overall story, just spreading the love equally as it appears Sirius may have been skipped a few times (and I don't want that!), so check for an 'edited' note on the story. Thank you for pointing this out to me!
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The last 24 hours had been an emotional rollercoaster, with both positives and negatives coming to light. It had started with the ultimate showdown game of Quidditch between Slytherin and Gryffindor; with both Sirius and James on the team. You and Remus had been nervous wrecks just for the game, let alone all the tension drowning within the two enemy houses. This escalated outside of the pitch, with wands having to remain in hands between lessons to prepare for sabotage attacks from either team.
It was endlessly tiring the days leading up to the events, and it was some kind of a miracle to be standing in the Gryffindors' stands without a single injury. Now, however, you and Remus had to live through the fear of watching your boyfriends fly around with their roles as Seeker and Beater.
You were sure you’d accidentally bitten your nail down to the cuticle by the end of the match, and your throat felt as if you’d swallowed sandpaper with how sore it was with the screaming and shouting you’d been doing in support. There was instant relief as James finally caught the snitch, and everyone cheered.
“Do you think he’ll be ok?” you shout up to Remus, who, with his height difference, could see over the crowd to where the commotion was occurring on the pitch. As James had dived for the snitch, so had the Slytherin’s seeker, who just happened to be Sirius’ brother, Regulus. However, in mid-dive, Regulus accidentally knocked into one of the goalposts, hitting his head and falling from his broom. Thankfully to the Slytherins, Sirius had been close by and caught his falling brother from gaining any further injuries.
Remus was nodding to your question, “Yes, he’s walking away, well - he’s pushing Sirius away, so I’m sure he’s just fine”, he explained, watching Regulus shove Sirius, so the man stumbled away. A pang of guilt settled heavily in your stomach at the thought of the brothers arguing. You knew that the relationship between Sirius and his brother was non-existent these days, and it only made you feel more awful for your boyfriend, understanding how difficult it must have been to lose his family in the way he has.
You couldn’t ponder on these thoughts as the entirety of Gryffindor and the vast majority of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff began celebrating the win. This included Sirius, who scooped you into an exaggerated hug, spun you high into the air, and carefully placed your feet back onto the floor.
“Was your brother alright?” You shout to Sirius over the noisy crowd forming around the winning team. For a split second, you witness sadness filling his grey eyes before he snaps out of it and a beaming smile replacing the momentary lapse in his emotions.
“Oh, he’s fine; I’m sure a quick knock to the head will bring some sense to him. Anyway, come on, let’s all go back to the common room; I have a special surprise for everyone”. Sirius was great at many things, and covering his emotions was one of them. Any attempts to open up about the situation regarding his family would change the subject within the blink of an eye. You respected that he didn’t want to talk about any of his family members, but you still kept a close eye on him, making sure that he didn’t pent up his emotions until he was at breaking point, which you feared would occur one day as there was only so much one person could go through.
The interaction with Regulus seemed to have been forgotten in the madness of celebrating, which ran into the early morning hours in the Gryffindor common room. It would have continued later, but Professor McGonagall arrived in her dressing gown and demanded everyone go to bed. Sirius needed the most help to bed, having drunk the ‘surprise’ fire whiskey he regretted deeply in the morning.
“I’m never drinking again. Who’s idea was it anyway to bring Firewhiskey?!” came the deep groan of the man lying face first beside you, his face thoroughly buried into the pillow. Your temples were pounding slightly; you’d felt worse hangovers, but it was still uncomfortable as you rolled over towards Sirius.
Your arm wrapped over his naked back, face pressed over his shoulder blade as you could feel the toned muscles adjusting to your presence as you melted into his warmth. “It was your idea. I’m never falling for your charms ever again, Sirius”, you mumbled against his skin, reminiscing on his sweet talking skills from last night that convinced you to have a drinking competition with him.
This pulled him out of the half-unconscious state as his mop of hair turned in your direction. The movement caused you to roll off him and witness the beautiful sight of his morning glow; even in his hangover, he was handsome with one eye squished closed as the room was too bright.
Sirius turned his body entirely towards you, huffing as he moved, and you refrained from trying to reach out and control the usually silky locks of hair that were now all knotted and tangled on the top of his head. “Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure my charms made you cum three times before the fire whiskey joined the party,” he commented confidently and admired the warmth that filled your face. You attempted to hide your smile at the memories but were soon fully scream-laughing as Sirius tried to break your facade by tickling your sides.
Pushing him away, you turned and nuzzled into the naked chest of James, who remained asleep even through your loud laughter, but his arms still wrapped around your shoulders protectively. Besides James, you could see Remus was awake, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Remusssss, Sirius is being mean to me”, you drawl childishly.
The man sighed, dropping his hands to give you and Sirius a pointed look, “Please, children, it’s too early, and my head is too painful for you to make this much noise”.
Sirius smirked as he spooned in close behind you, wrapping his arm around you and James as everyone tried to have a few more moments of beautiful sleep before breakfast, and class pulled the four of you from the safety of the bed.
The food helped to settle the hangovers that the majority of Gryffindor seemed to be nursing this morning, much to the displeasure of McGonagall, who was glaring at her house from the Professor’s table. Sitting beside James, you leaned across him for another slice of toast as Sirius sat opposite you with Remus next to him.
As everyone started to be rejuvenated with energy from the breakfast, the owls began to swoop in and deliver the mail for the day. An emerald-coloured envelope landed on Sirius's lap, which caught the attention of you and the fellow Marauders. You already had your suspicions about who the letter was from. Sirius mostly confirmed it, as he had hardly read the letter before shoving it into his bag and brushing off any attempts at discussing who it was from.
“It’s nothing, just some spam letter. So, who do we have first today? Is it transfiguration? I can’t imagine that will be fun with how angry McGonagall looks right now.” Sirius changed the subject, but it didn’t convince any of you as you eyed him sadly. He didn’t wait for a response as he stood, gripping his bag so tight that his knuckles turned white. “Come on, otherwise we’ll be late”.
You knew something was off just by the quipped tone of his voice, and the humour and light that always seemed to dance in his eyes had been significantly dimmed. Even as James tried to humour him with his usual party tricks and jokes, it only earned him a half-assed chuckle from Sirius. Remus even attempted to pull him aside before entering the classroom to see if he needed a moment alone to talk, but Sirius just distracted him with a quick kiss and said he was fine.
You were quick to sit next to Sirius near the back of the classroom, smiling brightly with the hopes that he would return it, but it seemed he was lost in his thoughts as he idly arranged his parchment paper and quills. Thankfully, as the class began, his hand rested on your thigh so you could link both fingers together, lifting it and kissing the back of his hand.
As McGonagall began to teach the class, you leaned closer to Sirius, savouring the warmth that radiated off him and smelling the citrusy scent from his aftershave. “Is everyone ok, Sirius?” Your voice was barely audible so as not to disrupt the class, but you knew he heard as his posture stiffened, and he nodded his head, fake smiling for a second before returning his attention to the teacher. “I know there’s something wrong. Talking might help; I mean - I want to help-”
“Excuse me at the back. Is there something more important than my lesson?” McGonagall demanded with a passive-aggressive raised eyebrow as all other eyes turned to look at you and Sirius.
As your mouth opened to take the blame, your boyfriend beat you to it, “Sorry, Professor. That was my fault I was distracting her”.
“You’re already on thin ice after last night's antics, Mr Black. See me after class to arrange a detention”.
Your mouth drops open to retort to her and tell him it wasn’t Sirius, but the hand holding yours squeezes, stopping you from saying anything. As McGonagall turns back to write on the chalkboard, you lean close to harshly whisper, “You didn’t have to do that, Sirius! That should have been my detention!”
“It’s only one detention, I don’t care”, he shrugs nonchalantly, releasing your hand to begin writing his notes. You frown so deeply that a line forms between your eyebrows as you glance towards Remus and James, who have similar expressions of worry, especially as Sirius hasn’t even attempted to have any sort of friendly banter with McGonagall like he usually did.
At lunch, Sirius had somehow managed to slip away from the group, and your head seemed to be fixated towards the entrance to the Great Hall, neck straining to see over the other students as you waited for him to walk in.
“I mean, it’s not just me, right? There’s definitely something wrong with him”, you say before nervously nibbling on your lower lip.
Remus’ hand cups your shoulder, gripping gently as he agrees, “It’s not just you. I tried to talk to him before the lesson, but he just pushed me away. He just wants to be by himself; I’m sure he’ll be just fine”.
You nod to yourself but don’t believe his words. Yes, Sirius was strong and had been putting on a strong appearance for years, but he never pushed himself away from the three of you. It was like an invisible angel on your shoulder, trying to nudge you towards him, knowing something wasn’t right.
“Have either of you got the Marauder's map?” you ask Remus and James, who then check their pockets and school bags but cannot find the map.
“Sorry, Love, he’s probably got it with him”, James reports, appearing as deflated as you felt.
Standing from the table, the anxious causing your stomach to clench with unease and unable to eat, you inform the two of them, “I’ll be back later; I just need to make sure he’s ok and safe”.
Remus and James nod in understanding and watch you go. As you stand in the entrance to the Great Hall, you’re unsure where to start and what's worse is that he could be in his Padfoot form, which means he’d be able to hear you coming and run away. There were the grounds to search, Hogsmeade, the entirety of the enormous castle; there were plenty of places for him to be.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you decided to search the dormitory first, hoping the map had been left in a draw up there.
Opening the door to the dormitory room that you shared with your boyfriends, you were welcomed to the sight of Sirius, lying face first on the shared bed, his head turned away from the doors but from the noticeable sniffling noises and his shoulders shaking, you knew he was crying. Your heart felt like someone had reached inside your chest and squeezed as the sight rocked you. Silently as you could, you slipped your shoes off and placed your school bag onto the floor.
You knew he was aware someone else was in the room as his cries softened, and he subtly tried to wipe his face into the pillow. As you began to crawl onto the bed, you could see he was spooning the pillow you usually used to sleep on, clutching it desperately close to his chest. You had to remember to breathe through your nose, remain strong, and not descend into your emotions.
Kneeling next to him, your hand gently met the centre of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles into his white shirt, hoping the action would comfort him. “Sirius, what’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing's wrong” he tried to brush it off, but you could hear the thickness of his voice as he tried to hide his face further in the pillow beneath his head.
“Is it about the letter from earlier? Who sent it to you?” Even though you knew he didn’t really want to talk about it, you knew he’d also built a wall around his emotions and wanted him to feel like he was in a safe enough space to talk, like the many times he’d done the same for you. Reaching over with your other hand, you ran your fingers through the long strands of dark hair, brushing them out of his face that was still turned away from you. “Talk to me, my love, please. I want to help you”.
Reluctantly, Sirius turned over and began to pull you down to lie in the centre of the bed. You did so and spread your arms wide as he moved to lie on your chest, the top of his head resting beneath your chin as you hugged him closely.
“No one important sent me the letter, it’s fine. I just want to cuddle”, he admits with a sigh, relaxing into the hold, the pillow he’d been spooning now forgotten about as he had the real thing instead, finding comfort instantly. In this position, you could hold him close and do the same actions as before, stroking gently up and down his back whilst also playing with his hair.
You want to tell him that you knew who the letter was from, but he seemed content with being held instead for a couple of minutes until you felt dampness seeping across the column of your neck and down your chest as his shoulders began to shake once more.
“Sirius-?”
“It was from my parents. The letter, I mean. Fuck! I don’t know, it's so stupid.” he sits up abruptly, aggressively wiping away the leaked tears he’d been desperately trying to stop.
Sitting beside him, you rubbed his shoulders while trying to calm him down from his overwhelming emotions. “It’s not stupid, my love.” As you talk, you grip his twists to pull them away so he can look into your face and hopefully see the love there. “Your parents, they’re awful people, Sirius, and anyway, you’re perfectly within your right to show emotions every once in a while; I just need you to know that I’m here for you, we’re all here for you, no matter how you are feeling. It’ll be ok”.
Even though it was comforting for him to hear the words, it still seemed to break something within him. Like a crack had formed in the dam as he relented with his cries, openly sobbing into his hands. Whilst trying to swallow the lump that had developed in your throat, you pulled him close, kissing every part of him that you could reach whilst wiping away the cascading tears.
“You don’t have to tell me what was said in the letter, but I just need you to know that they’re not your real family; you know we’re all your family”. Sirius pulls back from the hug, and your bottom lip trembles at seeing how heartbroken he looks. The area around his eyes is swollen and red to match the shade at the tip of his nose as wetness covers the length of his cheeks.
His mouth opens to say something, but he’s interrupted by the door opening and James and Remus stepping into the bedroom. The two men pause, not expecting to find either you or Sirius here, but as they see the sadness and pain on Sirius’s face, they immediately drop their school bags.
“You missed it”, Sirius chuckled, trying to hide his upset behind humour, “She called me an emotional prick, and the waterworks started”. James and Remus gave him sad smiles, but neither fell for the attempt to change the subject as both sat either side of him on the bed. Remus reached for him first, stroking his scarred fingers through the strands of dark hair that had fallen over Sirius’ face, but only so he could kiss the area beneath. Sirius closed his eyes at the touch and leaned into it, releasing a deep sigh through his open mouth.
James grabbed each of his hands, lifting them to his lips to kiss the palms lovingly and rest them on either side of his cheeks, nuzzling into his hands. “Whatever is going on, you know we’re always here for you, Sirius”, James mutters against the palms on his face.
Sirius sighs even heavier as if trying to will the anxiety away through the breaths. “It’s my parents. I mean, should I even call them parents when they’ve already disowned me? But they’ve just sent me more threats today after what happened with Regulus yesterday. They say things like I should have let him win and wish that I had been hurt.”
He takes a moment to compose himself as you grab one of his hands from James, needing to link your fingers together and squeeze to know that it is a safe place for him to continue and talk. Sirius looked into his lap as he spoke, “They’ve burnt my face off the Black family tree. Not that I care; I expected it, but it just all feels so real now, you know? I feel like I shouldn’t even be using the surname Black with how much they detest me. I also kind of expected Regulus to have my back a little bit, but he’s young; I can’t expect that from him, especially as I know what my parents are like, but he doesn’t even say hi to me in the corridors anymore. I don’t know. I guess I’m just a little all over the place, and with the positivity yesterday, just to have my family metaphorically kick me to the curb again, I should have expected the joy wouldn’t last long”.
Sirius sounded empty and emotionless as he expressed how he was genuinely feeling, struggling to come to terms with the repercussions of the events that occurred with his family that continue to affect him.
“Fuck them”, James says with all the venom and confidence that he could muster. Sirius grunts half-heartedly at the declaration, not seemingly convinced, so James turns his face towards him so that he is looking into the stormy hazel eyes. “I’m being serious, fuck them. You’ve been my family for years now; you know my parents consider you their son as much as I am. Nothing has changed. You live with me and my parents because that is your home. Wherever any of us go is your home because we love you. We wouldn’t make you feel half as rotten as those scumbags, do you understand?”
Sirius nods, swallowing thickly, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Before he can respond, Remus once again holds onto his face, turning him in the other direction to look at the calmest Marauder. “Sirius, next time you receive a letter from them, don’t open it. They are cruel humans who have no love for anyone but themselves and the prejudices that they live by. You had so much joy and love in your heart; don’t let them destroy you and ruin everything you cherish. And that is exactly what James has said. You’re our family. We’re each other's family. You’re ours, just like you’re mine. Get it?”
Sirius’ eyes have dried as he looks up at Remus, and briefly, a genuine smile welcomes across his face as he leans in to kiss him deeply but then pulls back.
Squeezing his hand, you draw his attention towards you. “You deserve the surname Black more than anyone because it’s what makes you, you—breaking the stereotypes of those evil people and making it mean something that doesn't symbolise hatred. However, if you want to have another surname, you can! Sirius, you’re your own person, and your surname doesn’t define you. You could even make up a whole new name! Maybe you could have one of our surnames”, Sirius laughs at the possibility of a name change. “I love you so much. Your family's opinions of you aren’t how anyone else in the castle sees you. You’re perfect the way you are, Mr Black”.
You couldn’t wait any more time to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours and reassure him further with these intimate touches. Thankfully, to your pounding heart, he smiles into the kiss.
“Maybe we could put all of our surnames together”, he jokes as you move to kiss each of his cheeks.
“If that’s what you want, I’d do it”, you reassure him with a kiss on his temple.
“Almost sounds like a proposal”, he casually mentions, causing your heartbeat to increase rapidly. Sirius smirks at your face but reassures, “Maybe we’ll sort out surnames once we’ve finished our exams”. You press your lips against his once more for reassurance until he looks between the three of you. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if it weren’t for you three. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed before coming to Hogwarts, let alone feel love like this”.
Remus could see the tears pooling along Sirius’ lashline, so he gently cupped the side of his head, wiping away any that fell. “No more tears for them”. The gap between their lips was closed as Remus kissed him passionately, holding the back of his head carefully as they breathed each other in.
Sirius’ head dips slightly, but only to whisper against the man’s lips, “Can you make me forget? Please?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Sirius”. Remus kisses him again but with more urgency, pushing his body back until Sirius is lying in the centre of the bed with the taller Marauder hovering above him. Their mouths moved together as one, tongues twirling together, heads tilting one way and then the other.
As Remus distracts and devours him with his mouth, Sirius’ hands move around the back of his head, holding him close, which gives James the freedom to move his hands to Sirius’ shirt. With a simple flick of his fingers, James could undo the buttons down the centre of his chest, releasing the toned chest and abdomen of the man whose legs you were sitting between.
You watched with the sadness seeping away and becoming replaced with arousal as James leaned over and licked the nipples of the man who moaned into Remus’ mouth. James was calculated with his movements, making sure to leave teasing licks and bites over the areas that Sirius was most sensitive whilst then worshipping the perked nipples on his chest, his hands caressing the areas where fine dark hair was beginning to grow back from being previous shaved, mainly the snail trail leading beneath his trousers.
Smiling whilst watching them all move together, you were gifted the view of watching the tightness forming in his trousers as his cock grew hard and thick. Without any rush and admiring the desperate moans coming from the man on his back, you began to stroke up his thighs, over his crotch and pausing over his zipper.
Undoing it slowly, you waited to see if Sirius was even aware of what you were doing as he was so distracted with James and Remus. However, with the sudden lift of his hips to help you pull the material down his hips, you knew he was very much aware of your intentions.
Freeing his cock from the restraint of his trousers and boxers, you watched as Sirius lowered his hips back onto the bed, and his member now throbbed on his abdomen, thick and hard. A pearly drip of precum had already formed at the tip, and you were quick to hold the base, lifting the cock until your lips were wrapped around him.
Your movements continue to be gentle and soft. Licking and sucking without any rush to build the tension and hopefully show how much you worship the ground he walks on by paying particular attention to him when he needs it most. James continues to tweak his nipples, and Remus devours his mouth, absorbing every little moan until Sirius needs to pull back to suck in air.
“Fuck, you’re all- Fuck!” Remus distracts him with his mouth once more, dominating him entirely and causing more whimpers to burst from his chest. The veiny length that was being leisurely sucked in your mouth began to harden further, throbbing as you knew he was approaching closer to his orgasm as your hands fondled his balls.
“So good for us, aren’t you, Sirius? Say it, tell us you’re ours”, James demands, pulling on the back of Remus’ hair so that Sirius can tell the group how he is feeling.
“Yes! I’m yours, I’m all of yours! I’m cumming, holy shit!” he shouts out desperately, face scrunching up like he is in pain but is actually experiencing the opposite as overwhelming pleasure pooled in his abdomen.
You moan around his cock, causing it to vibrate slightly against your tongue as his hot seed begins to coat your throat. You swallow every salty, thick liquid drop until you’re popping off and looking up at his half-lidded, satisfied grin.
James and Remus give you room to crawl up his body to kiss him sweetly. The three of you watch and admire as he comes down from the high, carefully tucking his half-hard cock back into his trousers and doing up the zipper once more.
“Thank Merlin that we have no classes this afternoon”, Sirius jokes as he rests back on the pillows with his arm behind his head. You laugh and collapse onto his chest, hugging him closely as the four of you sit in comfortable silence. You listened to the thump of his heart beneath your ear, but after a while, it increased in speed as he became restless.
“Can I tell you all a secret? I’ve um… I’ve kept all of the threatening letters they’ve sent to me, " Sirius admits as he carefully pulls out of the hug to climb out of bed and dig his way through the suitcase with his name on the side. From within, he pulls out a large stack of letters that are all opened and in the same shade of emerald as the one earlier this morning.
“You kept them all? Oh, Sirius”, you say in shock, only guessing what horrible, hateful words are written on those pieces of paper.
Sirius awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, “Yeah. I don’t know why. Some weird part of me thought that if I burned them all, they would know and come to the school or something. But, I want to get rid of them if you’ll all help me?”
Neither of you have to answer as you climb out of the bed. After dressing appropriately, the four of you walked down to the lake, where Remus carved a hole into the soil. Sirius chucks the letters within as you all form a semi-circle.
Holding onto his left hand, Sirius raised his wand to the right, pointing it towards the letters and shouting ‘Incendio’. The four of you stand together as the letters burn. Sirius sighs shakily as he holds back tears. “It’s weird. I know people say it’s like a weight off your shoulders, but it genuinely does feel like that”.
“That’s because you’re free, Padfoot!” James shouts enthusiastically, grabbing the boy around the waist and lifting him into the air, hollering and whooping until Sirius laughs. The two crash to the ground as Remus throws his arm around your shoulders, watching the pair finally have some fun today as the smoke billows into the air surrounding you, the ash from those horrible words written on the paper disappearing across the Scottish mountains.
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Monster (Alessia Russo x Reader)
What's up my mammals? anyways, this was requested originally as an air ambulance reader but I decided to switch it up a bit, if that's ok. i was planning on doing the olga fic next but I really wanna do a kcc fic so I might work on both. enough of me, though. like always, any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Happy reading!
Word Count: 2k (I mean...COME ON MOTHERTRUCKERS)
Warnings: Swearing, a bit of violence, emotional crisis
“Ooh, how about this one?” Alessia says from above you while pointing at a picture in the magazine you were holding.
“Mmm, no I don’t like that one,” you respond, shaking your head. Alessia pouts, begrudgingly flipping the page. The two of you were engaged to be married and were currently picking out tables for your reception. You continue to flip through the magazine pages as you lie between your fiancee’s legs. After a few more minutes of vetoing each other's choices, you both decided to take a break. You get up and start making some coffee while Alessia takes a little longer to get out of bed. Just as you’re pouring the coffee into your mugs, Alessia calls you to the bedroom,
“Y/N! Come here now!” Startled, you hastily head towards your shared room.
“Everything okay, love?” Peeking around the corner you find your girlfriend, white as a ghost, your phone a few inches away from her ear. Rushing over, you carefully remove the phone from her hand and put it beside your ear. “Who is this?”
“Lieutenant Y/L/N, good to talk to you again,” the unmistakable deep voice says through the speaker. Unknowingly, you stand up straighter. Shoulders back, chest puffing out.
“Sir,” you say, your voice miles different than the one you were just speaking to Alessia in.
“I’m going to get straight to the point, you’re being deployed. I’ll send you the details and your flight information. I’m not asking, soldier,” his tone left no room for arguing. You sigh, glancing over at Alessia who watched and listened to your conversation intently.
“Sir, with all due respect, is there no one else that you could take?” You say exasperated.
“Are you saying you don’t want to serve your country, Lieutenant?”
“No, no, not at all. But, you see I’m getting married in a few months here, sir.”
“Well, in a few months, you’ll be back. As I said, this isn’t a request.” With a sigh you nod and mutter out a “yes sir” before hanging up the phone and turning to look at the Arsenal striker.
“Less?” She doesn’t respond. She’s rooted to the spot. Her mind racing at a million miles an hour. They were going send you and hundreds of other British soldiers in there to fight a military that looked very far from surrendering. No. She couldn’t let you go like that. She was this close to finally being able to call you her wife. There was no chance in hell that she’d let you slip through her fingers like that. She’s broken out of her thoughts by your hand gently grasping hers.
“Sorry, what?” She asks, meeting your eyes for the first time since receiving the phone call.
“Are you okay, Less?” You speak softly while slowly caressing the back of her hand.
“Mhm, of course I am. Not like they’re deploying you into a country in absolute carnage or anything,” she mutters, her frustration getting the better of her.
“Baby, come on now. You know I can���t control this and it’s my job. It’s what I signed up for, it’s what you signed up for,” you reason.
“I know it’s what I signed up for, but what I didn’t sign up for is you leaving for duty with only a few months until we’re supposed to get married,” her voice stern.
“Baby, I can’t say no, I’ll get dishonourably discharged. I’ll be fine Alessia, don’t worry,” you try to reason, getting a bit frustrated. Your girlfriend nods her head sadly.
“Okay, okay. You’re right, you have to go. But, you have to call at least once a day, deal?”
A grin comes across your face as you pull her into a soft kiss, “Deal.”
A few weeks later, you’re tiredly peeling off your combat dress. Throwing the last few bits of armour onto the ground, you sigh and lie down on the bottom bunk. After a long day of bullets, bombs, and blood all you want to do is get just a few minutes of sleep before you’re put back on patrol duty. Just as your eyes begin to shut, your phone rings. The special ringtone you have set indicates who it is.
“Hey, love!” Your favourite blonde’s cheery voice exclaims through the speakers.
“Hi Lessi,” you mumble out, tiredly. She frowns.
“Everything okay, love?”
You try to muster up a convincing smile, “Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, baby. Just tired is all.” Alessia isn’t convinced by your attempts, however.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” she says softly.
“It’s okay, baby. How about you tell me about your day,” you sigh, obviously not wanting to talk. The striker nods and begins to talk in great detail about her day. You nod along and throw a question in every once and a while. After almost thirty minutes, you begin to yawn and your eyelids get heavier and heavier by the second.
“How about you go to sleep now, honey,” Alessia’s soft, sweet voice whispers to you.
“Mmm, okay. Don’t hang up, though,” you mumble sleepily.
“Why not?”
“I don’t wanna be alone, please,” Alessia’s heart cracks slightly at how sad and scared you sound.
“Of course, baby. I’ll be right here, you go to sleep now,” she coos. Within thirty seconds you’re out. Alessia laughs quietly and continues to get ready for training. She puts herself on mute as she goes about her day. While she was eating her breakfast with the team, she was teased relentlessly. It was fine by her though, she was just happy to see your face. And to see that you were finally resting. She knew that you weren’t exactly getting your 7-8 hours of sleep, so seeing you sleeping, if only for a bit, brought her some peace.
As Alessia and Kyra Cooney-Cross were walking through the halls, on their way to the changeroom, a sudden and loud bang could be heard from your side. Startled, Alessia looks at her phone only to find you wide awake, eyes big.
The striker unmutes herself, “Y/N, love, is everything okay?”
Your eyes widen even further when you hear her voice, “Err, yeah, everything’s good.” Alessia is not convinced at all.
Even less so when she hears a random voice yell through the night, “We’re under attack!” This springs you into action, you rush to put on your combat dress. Alessia is rooted to the spot. This couldn’t be happening, could it? Grabbing your phone, you sprint out of the barrack and towards the weaponry. Flinging the door open, you and a dozen other soldiers rush to grab rifles or pistols or anything really.
“Less, I’ve got to go…” you say loudly, over the bullets and shouts.
“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s happ-” Alessia is cut short when you hang up. Tears are already filling her eyes as Kyra pulls her into a tight hug.
“I’m sure she’s gonna be okay,” Kyra says into her ear.
Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you tuck your phone away.
“Y/L/N! Take a team. Try and see if you can get in behind them,” One of your superior officers tells you. Nodding, you pick seven other people and lead them into the darkness. Everyone was silent as you trekked through the desert. Every once and awhile someone would say something over the radio or there would a random burst of gunfire, making everyone’s head swivel. The tension was palpable. It felt that if anyone so much as breathed a hair too loudly, that you’d be discovered. In the distance you could see the tanks and soldiers going at it. The eight of you continued on, nerves only increasing the closer you got to the enemies camp. After twenty more minutes of walking, your little group was only a few hundred metres out from their first line of defence. Suddenly, there was a round of shots fired. Shit, they’d seen you. Everyone scattered as best they could. That was the downside of warfare in the desert, there was nowhere to hide.
“This way! Come on, run!” You yell into the blackness, hoping someone had heard you. Loading your rifle, you turned and fired a few shots back, giving enough time for everyone else on your team to take cover behind a sand ridge. When the final person ran past you, you turned and sprinted up the massive hill. You were almost at the top when the guy in front of you hit the ground with a grunt. Blood almost immediately leaking through the back of his shirt. “Come on, come on, man.” You grabbed his arm roughly and dragged him behind you. Reaching the peak of the ridge, you pulled the two of you down the other side.
“Ahh, fuck,” he mutters out. Quickly, you and another soldier cover up his wound.
“You’re gonna be fine, mate,” you say to him, “Keep applying pressure.” The other soldier nods and ensures that their hands are covering everything. “Alright guys, we have two options. One, we turn back, try to use this ridge as cover and try to make it back to base. Two, some of us stay here and try and snipe them. The others move in and try to take out their tanks. I saw them, they’re not very heavily guarded and I bet we could rush them and take out them out.”
Everyone looks around at each other. A few of them shrug non-chalantly. Finally, Colgate, a Second Liuetenant who had been given his nickname from the odd spelling of his last name, spoke up, “Let’s blow these motherfuckers.” Hearty laughs erupt from everyone.
Two people set up as snipers while the wounded guy also grabs his rifle to try and contribute. The restof you talk over the plan, deciding on two rushing to the left and taking out any guards covering the side and the rest go through the middle.
“Okay, everyone ready?” You ask to the group. You get nods in response, “Let’s roll out then.”
Stalking through the night, every footstep sounds painfully loud. The five of you successfully get to the tanks, two taking cover behind some storage container. The other three of you hide behind an abandoned car. Giving the go-ahead signal, everyone surges forward. Pressing down on the trigger of your gun, your arms shake from the recoil. You direct the bullets at the few guards standing around. If you weren’t able to see the bullets coming from beside you, you wouldn’t of known that anyone else was shooting. Everything seemed so distant, you could barely make out the sound of your own gun firing. As each one of the soldiers dropped, you rushed forward. Reaching into the backpack hanging off your back, you took out enough grenades to blow everything within their blast radius to bits. Placing them strategically around the tanks, you made sure everyone was ready to run before lighting the spark. Everyone started to sprint towards the snipers, who were covering you. As you began to run, you paused, looking down at the people you had just killed. A lump forms in your throat. You had killed them. You shot them with real bullets, not those Nerf darts you used against your siblings. They were dead. They were real people. Their families were going to get those letters, the same ones you swore you would never let Alessia get.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N. Run!” A yell breaks you out of your thoughts. Remembering your current situation, you get going again, barely making it behind the sand ridge in time. The explosion rings through your ears, the sight of the fireball stretching upwards was spectacular. All eight of you let out a sigh of relief. You were safe, no one was going to find you, especially since they were all to preoccupied with checking on their tanks.
You sat down in the sand, putting your head in your hands. Tears slowly fall from your eyes. War had turned you into a monster. You killed without a second thought. You didn’t want to be here. The only place you wanted to be was in your Alessia’s arms. Preparing for your storybook wedding with the love of your life. Instead, here you were, in the middle of an all-out war, killing complete strangers for no apparent reason other than you were told to.
Monster.
#woso x reader#woso imagine#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo#engwnt x reader#arsenal wfc x reader#woso x military reader
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Um. Hello. I've never done an ask but here I am anyways cuz I got an idea reading the drabble of Katsuki taking care of his gaggle of kids while reader is at the gym.
Katsuki, who no matter how many kids he's had before, always panics when his wife goes into labor. Like, she'll be chill, but he'll be freaking out (mostly internally since he isn't a scaredy cat. Obviously.)
But still, he always is extremely worried and stressed even if everything turns out ok he doesn't leave her side during the whole process because he's worried about his lovely wife and his new kid.
So uh. Enjoy this little midnight idea I got :)
No for real!! He's pacing the room while thinking of every possible outcome, good and bad. He gets so caught up in his thoughts he doesn't even here you calling him.
"-tsuki. Katsuki!" You'd yell and he whips his head around so fast.
"Yeah?" He asks walking over to your bed checking your pillows to make sure they're fluffed just right and making sure you have enough water.
"You're doing it again." He rolls his eyes, and tries to pretend he's got it all under control.
"Doin' what? I ain't afraid of nothin'." The glare you give is enough to make that prideful resolve melt for a second.
"Worrying. Quit it, everything's gonna be fine. You act like you're delivering this baby." The bed isn't the most comfortable but it's alright. You lay back a little bit.
"I might as well be." He jokes to lighten the mood a little.
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Lowkey he's by the nurses side and they're like "Sir can you please go sit down and let us do our jobs"
He does, but when he hears the first little cries he's up again a slightly worried look on his face. You don't scream as much as the first baby, but you are gripping the bed railings.
"Is there anything I can do to help??" As if on queue Mitsuki arrives and takes him down to get some stuff from her car.
"Quit worrying that woman Katsuki, this is her fourth brat." He's carrying all the baby stuff his mom bought.
"Oh shut up hag. I'll do what I want."
"You're just like your dad. He hovered over me the whole time, talking me through the pain." Katsuki grimaces at the idea of his mother giving birth.
When he answers his mother with silence is prompts her to continue, "She's stronger than she's given credit for I'll tell you that. Two of your children have a big head just like you. I couldn't bear child birth again after I had to push out a head as big as yours. She's brave." Mitsuki explains as they walk back into the hospital.
"Oi, my head isn't big." He argues.
"You didn't have to give birth to you, you wouldn't know."
The two argue all the way back up to the room.
#ik he's soft on the inside i'm not listening to anyone else#he just wants u to be ok#bnha#mha#katsuki bakugo#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader
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Cover your cough.
Addison Montgomery x f!reader.
Being on Addison's Montgomery service is not an easy job. Especially when you have to look for her all over the hospital. Unfortunately Seattle Grace has a lot of good hiding spots.
"Hey, have you seen Dr. Montgomery?" You asked one of the nurses.
"No, sorry." She replied and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, thanks."
You like most of the nurses, they're really nice and very helpful but some of them are horrible. For example, this one, her name is Bria and she's a pain in the ass. Which makes you sad because you've always been really nice to her, unlike other residents.
You had been looking for her for an hour already, You really thought that Bailey wanting to get rid of you, did not mention that Addison had taken time off. Just when you were really about to give up you walked into one of the one-call rooms. You sat down on the bed that faced the couch and saw pink scrubs you've been looking for.
"There you are, I've been searching for you all day Dr. Montgomery," you mumbled. "Oh, are you okay?"
She didn't look like she was ok. She was sitting leaning on the couch and almost melting.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, y/n," she replied.
You walked up to her and put your hand on her forehead. You had never seen an attending in such a state. Especially her. You've never seen her like that.
"Shit, you're burning up and I'm pretty sure that white paint has more color than your face. You're not okay, Addison. You're sick," you gasped. "Come on, I'll drive you home." You stuck out your hand.
"No, y/n. You have patients, you can't just leave. I'm gonna be fine." She protested trying to get up.
"No, come on. Lay on the bed or you can stay on the couch, whatever you feel comfortable with and I'll go to the chief and tell him that you're sick and that I'm the only one who's going to drive you home. You stay here."
As you said, so you did. You went to the chief and explained to him that you were currently on Addison's service and actually weren't busy at the time. At first he didn't like the idea, but when you started talking about how dangerous it was for her patients to stay, he quickly succumbed. Also, you bought water and a sandwich because she looked like she needed energy.
"Okay, I'm back. Do you want a sandwich? Water?" She nodded her head no. "Addison, drink this at least and don't argue with me." She finally gave in. "Are you in any pain? Anything I could look into?"
"My stomach hurts a little bit," she muttered.
"Lift your shirt up."
"No, y/n. That's fine, I'm fine."
"Stop being so stubborn, please let me help you. You finally have a chance to see how good I am." She smirked. "Now come on, lift your shirt a little bit."
You examined her abdomen and also did an ultrasound to be safe. Everything looked fine. But you could tell she was in pain, and you don't quite know why, but you felt a strange feeling in your chest. When you finally made it to your car you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew that at this point her only option was to go with you. I mean, after all, she was already in the car anyway.
It was the first time you were in the apartment of any attending, well, maybe not counting the fact that Derek practically lived in the house you lived. You climbed the stairs and soon found yourselves in a cozy apartment. You told Addison to sit on the couch and covered her with a blanket right off the bat. She looked innocent, almost like a baby.
"Why are you doing this?" You heard her raspy voice behind you.
"Huh?"
"You're nice to me and you've always been, even when you found out about me and Mark. Even when I was hard on you. I mean, I get that you're a doctor too so you help people, but just... why are you helping me?"
You couldn't hide the fact that you just cared. Fact, Addison did stupid things in life, as we all do, but that didn't make her a bad person. Besides, you started to have a little crush on her from the first time you saw her, and on top of that you became something like friends and she was really close to you. You understood each other.
"I just care about you," you responded and turned around to look at her. "Okay look, this is probably not a very good time to tell you this but... I kinda have a crush on you?" You made a weird face. "I didn't tell you anything because this whole thing with Derek and then Mark was hard on you, but yeah I have a crush on you, maybe something even more than a crush. Also we're friends, really good friends so stop asking me these ridiculous questions," you explained.
"You have a crush on me?" Her eyes widened.
"God, sorry I didn't mean to make you... Look, we don't have to do anything about it. I'll be fine. Just forget it." You smiled awkwardly.
Couple days later...
"You finally told her?" Mer asked and took a bite of her fries, you covered your face with your hands.
"That wasn't the plan but yeah I did. God, I'm so embarrassed." You laughed.
"Was she shocked?" Alex asked.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"You're right, this is dumb. She's practically you're boss." Cristina shrugged her shoulders.
"You're acting like you didn't screwd an attending yourself." You rolled your eyes and she just raised her hands in defense.
You're pager went off. You looked at it. It said 211 which meant that Addison paged you. You looked up at everyone's faces, most of them smirked.
"Is that your lover?" Izzie teased you.
"I hate you all, I have to go." You got up from the table and headed toward Addison's office.
You felt like you was going to throw up. You haven't seen her for a few days, after you left her apartment that day you couldn't go back. You felt stupid. You told her, you told her you felt something and she just sat there looking at you so you left as soon as you could. You didn't want to make things awkward between you, you had already passed that stage when Addison found out that your friend was Meredith.
You stood in front of the door urging yourself to knock, and when you finally worked up the courage you almost ran out of there.
"Hey, you paged me," you said looking into the office.
She was sitting at her desk, looking much better than a few days earlier. Although overall she always looked good which was unfair.
"Can we, ummm... talk about what happened?" She asked looking at you with a slight site of embarrassment in her eyes.
"Oh, sure. Why not?" you said ironically. "So I told you I have a crush and you looked at me like I was crazy, then I felt like I actually was, so I left and been avoiding you since then."
She stood up from the desk and faced you. You both breathed loudly.
"I didn't look at you like you were crazy!"
"You know when was the last time I said I liked someone!?" Now you both raised your voices. "What are you doing?" you asked confused when she came so close that you could feel her breath on your face.
"Would you just stand still?" She asked and came close enough that your lips touched in a kiss.
At that moment you thought you could fly. Your knees bent under you as soon as her hands reached your hair. God she kissed so well. Her lips were softer than anything you've ever known. It was sweet, effortlessly sweet. You wrapped your arms around her waist, her hands were in your hair. You lost yourself in her.
You break the kiss. You felt dizzy. You swear you could still feel her lips on yours. You were breathless for a moment, the silence was now filled only by your breathing.
"You..." you whispered.
"I didn't know what to say, y/n. I've never been with a woman... It's just so confusing because, I would know what I should've done that day, if you were a man but you're not and... I like you, I never even thought about falling in love with a woman. It's just... You're so caring, beautiful, smart... I..." Her eyes were running all over the room.
"Look at me," you breathed. Her blue eyes finally looked straight into yours. "God your eyes are so beautiful." You ran your thumb over her cheek. "We don't have to rush anything. Baby steps, okay?" you asked her and she nodded.
"Baby steps." She bit her lip. "Now, please kiss me." You smirked and pulled her closer to finally put your lips in a long kiss.
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Recipe for disaster
Pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader, Arthur Leclerc x sister!reader
Warnings: Curse words, sibling insults.
Summary: Baking a cake with Leclerc 2, 3, & 4.
Authors note: I’ve seen so many siblings/friends on tiktok try this trend so this is my take on this trend but with our fav siblings.
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“Ughh change the dang channel Arthur” The girl groaned finally having enough of her older brother hogging the TV, “Get outta my face” he replies rolling his eyes pushing her away.
“You are so selfish! You’ve been hogging the TV since Enzo left, which was 4 hours ago” she says snatching the remote away from him which resulted in the boy getting up and trying to snatch it back. “Give it back Y/N!” He says reaching out to get it. She leans back her hand away from his, only for the remote to be grabbed by someone else.
“Gosh you two are unbearable” Charles says rolling his eyes shutting the TV off. The two younger ones looked at him in disgust, “Ugh I hate when Charles actually starts acting like an Older sibling” Y/N says, “I know right? It dosent suit him at all” Arthur says, the two teaming up against Charles all of of a sudden.
“Excuse me? You should be greatful I’m doing this, your brains are rotting and frankly I can’t stand hearing you argue one more time, so we’re gonna do something, as a family, that dosent involve the TV” he says, “Fine, what would you like to do Charles” The Girl says taking a seat on the couch, Arthur took a seat next to her. The two looked at each other in annoyance before moving away from each other.
“Well, we should try baking a cake” Charles says enthusiastically, “a cake? Charles no offense but you guys do not know how to bake” the girl says snickering only to recieve a smack on the back of her head. “Arthur, I’m gonna kill you” she says before lunging on him, “alright that’s enough, Arthur go sit on the chair” Charles says, “This isn’t over” he says squinting his eyes at the girl to which she reciprocated by sticking her tongue out.
“Anyways, we’re gonna bake a cake but one of us will be blinded, one of us will be deaf, and one of us will be mute” Charles said. “Respectfully, no Thankyou” Arthur says, “What why?” He asks him.
“I can’t stand Y/N when she’s fully capable of doing things, I don’t have that type of patience” he says getting up to walk to his room, Y/N scoffed “Bitch” she whispered under her breath, “Tur… I didn’t want to resort to this but if you don’t do this, I’m gonna tell Maman that you’re the one who broke her vase” Charles says, He gasps, “You wouldn’t” He says, “He might not, but for sure will” The Girl says giving him an evil smile, “Ugh fine” He says succumbing to the request against his own will.
While Arthur and Charles went to the store to get the stuff for the cake, Y/N took out all the utensils, bowls, and other stuff, she even made 3 chits to make it even on who gets to be what. About 30 minutes later, the brothers return and Y/N has changed into an old T-shirt that she doesn’t really care about. Alas, the siblings were ready to pick their chits and get started on the cake.
“Y/N you should pick last” Arthur says, “Don’t we all pick at the same time?” Charles asks, “She could have sabotaged it to get the one she wants” he says eyeing her suspiciously, “Arthur has anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” She says shaking the bowl with chits, “No, because I’m not” He replies, she rolls her eyes before letting the boys before her pick their chits.
“We open it at the same time ok?” Charles says, When Y/N grabs hers, the three open it at the same time. “Hah! I get to listen to music while I do this” The Girl says happy she got the loud music option, “I cant talk” Charles says groaning, “You think that’s bad? I have to blindfolded! She cheated I demand a redo” Arthur says putting his paper back in the bowl, “It’s not my fault you’re such a sore loser” she says, “Guys it’s fine, let’s just get started on this cake” Charles says officially being done with his younger siblings.
Little did Charles know that baking this cake was the worst decision he could have ever made in his life. With Arthur not being able to see, Y/N not being able to hear, and him not being able to speak, this was for sure gonna be a distaster.
As Arthur grabbed the eggs, well as he attempted to grab it he struggled considering he couldn’t see, “Can someone give me the egg” He asked, “WHAT?” Y/N screamed not being able to hear anything, “Damn stop yelling” He says, Charles visibility rolling his eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by the youngest Leclerc, “Can someone please Hand me the egg already” Arthur said. Charles handed the egg, Only for Arthur to completely miss the bowl, “Oh you dumbass” Y/N said slapping her hand on her forehead, “What? What happened” Arthur questioned, Charles pushed him out of the way.
“TUR YOU GOTTA STAY AWAY FROM HERE” The Girl says before grabbing a paper towel and cleaning the dropped egg. Little by little the siblings worked their way into making a heart shaped, vanilla flavored cake.
“Now this is the hard part, the decorating” the girl sighed, “hand me the icing” Arthur said, “ARTHUR SPEAK UP” she says, “I SAID HAND ME THE ICING” he says, matching her volume. “OHHH” as she was about to Charles stopped her, shaking his head no, she put the icing back down.
“Hello? Charles? Y/N?” He asks, “WE GOTTA WAIT FOR THE CAKE TO COOL DOWN” Y/N says, the siblings waited and waited, with a lot of ups and downs (Arthur making a mess, Y/N screaming and Charles being a victim) the siblings were finally done. They took of their headphones, blindfold, and cloth off. “Finally lord” Charles says, “This was your idea, and it was the dumbest idea ever” Arthur says rolling his eyes, “It was actually fun, I wish Enzo could be here too, I rarely get to see you guys nowadays” the girl says her mouth spilling all of her heart’s secrets.
“Aw Chérie” Charles says pulling the girl into a hug, Arthur joins in which suprised her a little, “I love all you guys so much” she says, “we love you too” they says unanimously. The 3 were so caught up in their moment they didn’t notice the oldest Leclerc sibling come enter the house and kitchen.
“What the hell is that supposed to be?” Enzo questioned.
“A cake? I learned it from culinary club at school”
“We need to get a refund for those classes”
#charles leclerc x reader#arthur leclerc x reader#Charles Leclerc x sister!reader#arthur leclerc#charles leclerc#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥...• 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jude and the reader talking late at night because they barely got to talk during the day. They talk about the most random things, laughing at each other shitty jokes And stuff. Neither wants to hang up because they love to hear each other’s voice (they don’t confess they like each other just yet. I’m trying to make this a little series)
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none tbh
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is short. There will be more parts but I won't make it a long series. If you have ideas then lemme know
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800+
I'll be working on my Jude Masterlist
✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ
The silence was loud in your room as you laid in your bed. Your eyes were glued on your phone sitting beside you, waiting for it to ring at any minute.
Almost every night you would get a call from Jude who is your best friend and has been since the age of 15. You both were miles and miles away from each other.
Ever since he left for Germany a few years ago, you were empty without his presence. He was one of the first people to ever treat you like a human in school. That’s what made you grow so attached to him.
You didn’t want Jude to be so far away from you, but you sucked it up and dealt with it. You knew his career was important and you were always going to support him and never get in his way. You were only his friend anyways.
You were sure you both were going to drift apart but to your surprise you both didn’t. Jude made it his mission to call you and text you when ever he could. He never let you believe you were forgotten in his mind.
The phone rung snapping you out of the daydream you were in. You wait a few seconds So it didn’t seem like you were sitting and waiting for his call before picking up.
“Hi Judy.”
“Hi love, how are you?” you heard the deep, relaxing voice ask you on the other side. You smile to yourself at the word love he always called you and relax into your bed.
“I’m good. Happy I can hear your voice.”
“Good.” You heard Jude chuckle on the other end of the phone. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the sound. You don’t know what was coming over you but he always made you feel like this.
Jude began to tell you about his day and you telling him about your own. That conversation between you both went on for a good hour before it switched to another.
“I miss you.” Jude said making your stomach flip. It’s been a couple of weeks since he last saw you. He came back to Birmingham for his birthday and of course you were there. You didn’t know it but you were the highlight of his visit home.
“I know. That’s why we’re talking.” You laugh. You shut your eyes and wait for Jude to speak.
“No, that’s not what I meant y/n. I mean I miss you. I miss having you here with me being my biggest cheerleader. I’m happy to be following my passion but I miss having you around like the old days.”
Your eyes open at his words you weren’t sure what to say right now but your heart was fluttering in your chest. “oh” you exhaled. “I miss that too.” You say softly into the phone.
“Anyways, no more sad stuff. Me and jobe were fighting about this earlier. Who would win in a fight a lion or a shark?”
You snorted. “Jude really?” “I’m serious. Jobe was thinking so hard about it but I don’t get it. Why would a shark and a lion be fighting?”
You laughed. “Yeah that’s a good point. Jobe always comes up with weird stuff to bicker about.”
Jude hums agreeing with you.
You look over at your nightstand looking at the time. It was currently 12am. Later than Jude should be awake.
“Jude, it’s late. We need to end this call.” It hurt saying that but you had to. “Y/n, it’s fine. We can keep talking.”
“Jude you have to train tomorrow. You need to sleep and I won’t argue with you.”
You heard Jude sigh on the other side. “fine but at least stay on the phone with me love.”
A small smile filled your face. “Ok, fine. Good night Judy.”
Jude said goodnight right back. You both feel into silence and before you knew it you had fall asleep. Jude on the other hand was still awake.
He was up thinking of a way to tell you how he really felt for you. It took him a while of being away from you to realize he loves you in a way that was more than platonic. being away made him come to his senses. You were the one he wanted more than anything in the world he just didn’t know how to tell you that.
“Y/n.” Jude whispers. When you don’t respond Jude exhales. “Good night love.”
#Jude Bellingham x reader#Jude Bellingham#Jude Bellingham fanfiction#jude bellingham x you#Jude Bellingham fluff
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I fell down my stairs... I'm fine. No major boo-boos apart from many bruises, including a HUGE ASS BRUISE ON MY ASS. A nasty one. Anyway. Since I'm a writer and life is such an amazing muse to le here's a tiny blurp.
Also that's why it's taking longer for the chapter to come out... I've started back work and I fucking fell down the stairs.
It was a terrible idea. The fuzzy socks. Especially on hard wood floors. You'd been having fun with soap, matching socks slipping through the house, pretending to be skating.
It was fun. You had almost fallen a few times, but somehow, Simon was never far and would catch you just in time, scolding you for not being careful.
Eventually you had decided to stop, to avoid seeing him worry.
That wasn't the problem. No. The stairs. That was the problem. You had gone upstairs to grab something, and now, you walked back down, mind lost somewhere.
It was a second. Just a second. You looked at the bottom of the stairs Konig was waiting for you, looking up. Soap not too far behind him. And your foot slipped. Your heart skipped a bit and you fell back. It lasted maybe 2 seconds. Two. And you were at the bottom of the stairs, pain making you unable to breath for a second.
Konig yelled. He yelled your name and ran to you in panic. Soap looked worried too as he followed him.
You were ok. You'd be very bruised. But nothing broken.
"I'm fine... I'm fine..." You mumbled to Konig.
He looked utterly panicked, eyes scanning you. Footsteps running were heard from the living room.
"ok... Since you're fine... Can I laugh now?" Soap said before bursting out laughing.
You smiled at him chuckling a bit but frowning as you moved your arm. Yes. Lots of bruises.
Simon came running into view. He stopped, eyes widening as he saw you on the ground and immediately understood what happened.
Oh no...
"Y/N!" He let out, running to you.
"I'm fine! I'm ok! Nothing's broken! Apart from my dignity..." You joked.
He kneeled in front of you, examining you. He made sure to check for any injury. When he realized that it was nothing too serious he decided to pick you up.
"Simon.. I can walk, I promise I'm fine..." You tried.
"Don't." He warned.
He walked you to the living room, putting you down on the couch slowly.
"What happened?" Price asked with a frown.
"She decided to count the stairs one by one... On her ass." Soap said with a laugh.
You frowned.
"Can someone slap him for me?" You joked.
To your dismay Konig smacked the back of soap's head. Not too roughly, enough to mark the point.
You burst out laughing as Soap looked shocked. Konig looked a bit annoyed, probably from worry.
"You alright?" Price asked.
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Just made a fool of myself..." You said in embarrassment.
"It's fine. Everyone falls, you're not the first one. Soap tripped on a mission and fell in a puddle of mud and cow shit. Had to walk like that for an hour." Gaz said with a grin.
You gasped, finding the situation hilarious.
"You're one to talk! Who slipped on ice, on his back, and cause his smoke grenade to go off?" Soap threw back.
"i fell when I zat on a chair... It broke..." Konig added.
"price fell asleep on a chair and fell too." Simon added, making Price rub the back of his head with a smile.
"thank you guys... You're adorable..."
You smiled looking at the boys who now started arguing.
Simon still looked at you as if you'd break any second.
"Simon... I'm alright..." You whispered to him."
His hand rose, caressing your cheek lovingly.
"please be careful... I can't loose my princess..."
You blushed, nodding.
You'd be extremely careful from now on.
#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfic#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#captain price#cod mw2#simon riley#john soap mactavish#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x reader#andtheywereroommatesfic
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the hourglass ⏳ (rise! leo x reader)
prologue
pt.1
rottmnt x reader (Leo centered)
gn reader, platonic???, arguing, leo being stupid 🤞
takes place in the turtles finding mystic metal era 🤭
Today had just not been your day at all. From the moment you woke up, everything was going wrong.
You woke up late because you had stayed up last night to study for a math test, April was sick so you were alone in most of your classes, and you had so much homework to do tonight. You know when you’re having a bad day and all the little things just seem to add up? It was one of those situations.
Now you’re walking home through the busy, noisy New York streets, absolutely exhausted but you knew you weren’t going to get to rest anytime soon.
That’s when it caught your eye in the window of an old, run down antique shop; an hourglass filled with pink sand a golden frame. It had a glow to it, willing you to go into the shop and look at it. There was just something about it…
You picked it up and observed every detail, turning it over. That’s when you saw the small piece of mystic metal wedged into the base. You knew you couldn’t just rip it out or you would damage it. Ugh.
You whipped out your phone, listening to it ring a few times.
“You’ve got Donatello.”
“Hey, Donnie,” you looked around to make sure you were alone except for the small old woman behind the counter but she was deep into a magazine, “listen, I’m at this crusty antique shop and I think I found a piece of mystic metal.”
“Perfect! Great!...What’s the catch?”
“Uh…Well, it’s wedged into the bottom of this hourglass.” You sighed.
“Hourglass?...Hm, just bring it by and I will extract it.”
“What? But I’d have to buy it and it’s…” You searched for a price tag, “Oh my god, it’s 20 dollars!”
Donnie laughed on the other side of the phone, “Don’t even worry about it! I’ll reimburse you…Maybe.”
Oh, the things you do for them. You thought for a second and took a deep breath, “Ok, fine. But you owe me…See you soon.”
The old woman set down her magazine as you placed the hourglass on the counter and digged through your wallet, praying you had enough to buy it.
“Alluring, isn’t it?” She smiled at you with a wink. You had a bad feeling about this.
“Oh, yeah…Haha.” You laughed awkwardly.
You looked very awkward as you carried your newly-owned, oversized hourglass down the sidewalk and you were definitely getting some weird looks. Hey, it’s New York City, right? Surely, they’ve seen weirder things anyway. I mean, you certainly have.
The worst part of visiting your mutant friends is having to crawl down into the sewer and hoping to god no one saw you. But…I guess if it would help them then it’s fine. They definitely owe you though.
You didn’t even bother to knock and just let yourself into their underground lair, which both you and them were used to by now. You looked around, but you didn’t see any of them around. Alright, guess you’ll just head up to Donnie’s lab and see if he’s there. Honestly, you just wanted to get this over with and go home. You loved visiting them, of course, but you were undeniably overwhelmed and not in a good mood at all.
“Whatcha got there?” You jumped and swiftly turned to face Leonardo who had a curious expression.
You sighed in relief, “It’s just you.”
“What is that?” He snatched the hourglass from your hands.
“Hey!” You reached to grab it back, but he moved it out of your reach, “Be careful, Leo. That’s not a toy!”
Leo smirked at you, raising an eyebrow (that he doesn’t have but you know what I mean), “Uh huh, I’m very careful, trust me.” He tossed the hourglass from hand to hand, observing it like you had in the shop.
“I’m serious, Leo, it’s fragile. Just give it back, ok? it’s got a shard of that metal you guys need in it and I need to give it to Donnie.” You groaned in annoyance.
“Come on, lighten up!” Leo scoffed, “What’s got you in such a bad mood?”
“Sorry,” you breathed out, “I just…Had a rough day at school.”
There was silence for a moment before Leo burst out laughing, “Seriously? School? Rough? Yeah, ok.”
“What?” You narrowed you eyes at him, confused. What the hell was he laughing at?
“I’m just saying…What’s so rough about it? You go to school, you learn or whatever, you go home. Seems pretty easy if you ask.” Leo snickered.
Now it was your turn to scoff, “And how would you know, Leon? It’s so much more than that. I mean, it’s so socially draining! All the work at school, and then the homework when you get home. It is hard. I don’t get to just relax all day like you. And put down the damn hourglass before you break it!”
“Woah, woah, woah! Protecting the city don’t just happen on it’s own, you know. I train super hard, I wouldn’t have time for pointless schoolwork. I just don’t see what’s so important about it. You act like school is all that matters to you” Leo’s smug smile faded and he shrugged, still carelessly playing with the hourglass.
“It’s not that easy! I have to care. I mean…God, you couldn’t walk a day in my shoes.”
“Oh, yeah? I’d love to see you walk a mile as a hero.” Leo challenged, smirking.
“If you knew what I go through and how hellishly unfair it is for you to even say that! Put that down!” You grabbed the other handle of the hourglass, trying to yank it away only for Leo to yank right back and leaving you in a tug-of-war.
“Puh-lease! I’d love to be in school all day without a care in the world besides some homework!” Leo’s smile turned into an annoyed, offended look.
“If you only saw the world my way for one day.” You laughed in disbelief at his dismissive, arrogant attitude, “Let go!” You pulled harder at your side of the hourglass, closing your eyes tightly.
A bright pink light filled the room and there was a buzzing sound, but you both were too angry to pay much mind before it faded away.
The hourglass hit the floor, but the glass didn’t shatter. The only part that broke was the small shard of glowing mystic metal, it fell out onto the floor with a small clink.
“Look what you did! I swear you act like such a child!” You groaned, looking back up and seeing…yourself?
“Oh, really, Y/N? I’m a…” Leo looked up and saw…himself?
You both rubbed your eyes and looked back up, blinking a few times, but you were seeing correctly. Whether you believed it or not, you had switched bodies and were staring back at yourselves.
“WHAT THE FU-”
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#rise donnie#rottmnt#tmnt#rise mikey#rise raph#rottmnt x reader#rise donatello#rise leonardo x reader#rise leo x reader#rottmnt leo#rottmnt leonardo x reader#rottmnt leo x reader#rottmnt leonardo#tmnt leonardo#tmnt leo#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the turtles#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader#rise of the tmnt x reader#rise of tmnt x reader#rise of tmnt#rise april#rottmnt april
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hi!! Its me! Daniel's simp. I have come back again with a another request. Lookism characters going to Disney land with the reader. Yk like a nice cute date. I can just imagine going on the roller coast with them and screaming like there is no tomorrow. Its ok if u can't do this one because...maybe your busy idk? Uhm yeah no pressure! Take your time! Anyways have a nice day!!
"𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐀𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞)"
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩! 𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 😅. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 😊🖤✨𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.
𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞!: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲) 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐦'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟! ☁️
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥
You gulped as you and your boyfriend for 3 years went to the entrance for the "French Revolution" rollercoaster. The loops and ups of the ride made your stomach grumble out of fear, feeling that you would drop off if you ever sat your ass on there despite the seat being comfortable.
"Are you scared?" he teased as you lightly elbowed him on his shoulder, not having any intention of actually hurting him releasing a chuckle from him. His voice is so mesmerizing despite hearing in his tone that he may piss his pants if he ever rode the ride with you.
"Says the one who's hand is shaking." you teased back while licking your favorite flavored lollipop as he laughs with you before kissing your hand making you embarrassed. "There's lots of people in here!" you said in an octave whisper before him leaving a peck on your cheeks making your eyes roll in frustration mixed with happiness. "Hush my (pretty or handsome) girlfriend/boyfriend. It's a sign that we're both already taken, so it's no big deal." he replied as you kissed his pinkish lips back, him melting like a lovesick puppy knowing that his partner is enjoying his company as he feels the same. "Fine, fine. Do what you want. Let's just go now!" you said while grabbing his hand that are bigger than yours as you both rushed into the attraction to not be the last in line. Good thing you made it in time as you were now permitted to take a seat. Both of you even argued (in a comical way) which seats both of you are going to take as you don't want to be on the front row. "BUT DARLING! I don't want to!" you whispered as he's almost ready to laugh on the site if it weren't for the other visitors telling the both of you to move forward. "Well, we can go ba-" "HUSH! F-Fine, let's seat in the front." "YAY!"
Taking a seat and waiting for the others, you gulped as the guide instructor had fastened your seatbelts and telling some rules for all of you to have an amazing and safe experience. He noticed your sour reaction as he felt the same, he's feeling uncomfortable about riding the intimidating roller coaster. But both of you know that there's no turning back now. He held and massaged your sweaty palms to ease your guts and thoughts as you looked at him beside you. His smile and brown orbs being optimistic despite seeing the sweat that is rolling down his face. You were about to peck his cheeks again but the sudden yet slow movement of the ride made you surprised. After for a while it slowly progressed into the fast ups, downs, and twirls of tracks.
"FUCKKKK! BABE LETS GET OUT OF HERE!" you squealed and pleaded as you were now feeling sick. It was now the final drop of the ride. You and your boyfriend feeling nervously excited for it as your adrenaline is being challenged, you feeling dizzy as the exorbitant and high position of the ride made your acrophobia triggered as he was now laughing with the tears forming on the corner of his eyes. "WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?!" you hissed at him as he was now letting an uncontrol-able guffaw making the other passengers behind you let out small chortles and whispers about your humorous argument with your own boyfriend. "YOU LOOK STUPID RIGHT NOW!" he shamelessly shouted. If it weren't for the belts that are securing the both of you, you may have pinched his ears. "I KNOW AND DON'T EVEN MENTION IT!". Most of the passengers were now shaking and gasping in fear as their face turn paler than a ghost as the others were cackling at their seatmates' reaction. "You're so funn- WOAHHHHHHH!" he didn't even got to finish his sentence as you closed your eyes not wanting to see the stomach-twisting of the highest drop of the ride (but it's not helping you either way). "DAMN ITTTTTT!" you cursed out so loud (that it can be probably heard from the whole place) before the roller coaster made it's way down in such a rapid pace that you started to cry in fear and amusement. You and him taking another turn of curls and loops before the ride finally slowed and stopped. With the other passengers standing up on their seats after a minute in shock, you and him made your way out on the ride. "Phew, that was fun! Hey darling, let's have a snack over the new- Y/N!"
If he weren't fast, you might have fallen and hit your head on the colorful and marble concrete floor. "Y/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! FUCK I SHOULDN'T HAVE-" Your whole body is convulsing and shaking as you smiled at him with your cheeks and lips turning pale, not wanting your boyfriend to feel guilty about you almost passing out. "I-it's okay. I got this." you caressed his face like a couple in a dramatic but sweet and cheesy school play. You even tried to stand up but before that, he picked you up in bridal style. "Hell no. We're going to take a break for now whether you like it or not." You were about to protest again but he kissed your lips, not caring if the crowd were staring at the both of you right now. "Nope. Rules are rules. I'm going to buy you a water bottle and rolls of tissue now now." No matter what time or place you are both into, he always managed to make you flustered even if you're already not feeling well. Even if you're both far away from each other. That's one of the reasons you adored him. Not only for that but for also being caring, funny in his own ways, respectful, and super understanding, dependable, trust-worthy and helpful. He has his own cheeky charm that you can't help but to fall for over and over again as he can't help but to feel the same way with you. That's why he takes care so much of you like a fragile glass even though at times he drags you in with his stupid, reckless, but fun ideas and activities that creates sweet memories that both of you can laugh with. Your reaction is now making him chuckle as you covered your blushing face (you just want to go in the bathroom to puke lmao).
𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄, 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐎 (𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄), 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌, 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐍 (𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍), 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍 & 𝐉𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐍, 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍, 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐦
"Y/N! I'll score higher than before to get you a plushy I promise!" he pleaded as he swung the strong and high-quality wooden mallet (almost hitting another visitor if I may excuse) . You already convinced him that it's okay if he didn't won the prize. But his stubbornness always gets the best of him. Hits, after hits, and another hit landed on the machine but no matter how many times he used his maximum strength to beat the highest score the measurement scale is not on his side. You can see the redness on his cheeks and ears, but you don't know if it's because of embarrassment or frustration.
"Fuck this shit! Y/N let's go somewhere else!" he huffed as he grabbed your hand but you didn't walked, making him look back to you. You look so majestic and ethereal. You have your own structure of beauty, even though you may appear ordinary to others for him you're the most special like a delicate gem that needs to be preserved. And right now, your eyes glimmer more than the shiniest stars in the dark sky with a hue of purple and blue. It seemed like an interesting idea popped on your mind.
"What if, we both hit this stupid machine for once? We can win if we worked together right? More power?" you smirked, tapping the metal surface of the scale as he raised his eyebrows in confusion with your sudden change of mind as it can only be played as a single. But him, being a lovesick man he decided to not ask about it. But you seemed to read his mind as you added on your reasoning. "We can both win that pairing plushie if we worked together right?" you smiled as he can feel his heart pounding out of his chest right now. He grinned back as he inserts another coin (poor man he's loosing token coins right now lmao). "Hell yeah, let's destroy the top score and show them who's better".
Getting the mallet, you held his now sweaty hands him being embarrassed because you may be slightly disgusted with him sweating right now. But for you, you may not seemed to mind as you thought about it as normal. Breathing heavily, you locked eyes with his own brown orbs as you both counted together feeling the adrenaline rush in your blood, heart, and mind as he feels the same energy as you. "One..." he whispered. "Two..." you signaled back. "three, GO!"
The first hit was rough but not too forceful as you were both getting used to each other's touch. But after hits and another, your scores are getting better and almost close to beating the highest rank. "ONE MORE TRY!" he gasped out almost out of breath as you nodded back in agreement. Grasping his hands as he did with the mallet, you both raised for another shot. With your combined power, you managed to land a really powerful and impactful strike as the machine shook. "855, 868, 900, 905... 906, 906! WE GOT 906!" you yelped as you shook him out of happiness as he cheered for your highest score, feeling proud that he managed to impressed his long-time crush even when he got a tough interior at times, you and him goofily cheering while holding each other's shoulders and jumping around like children. "WE GOT 906! 906! 906! 906! 906!" "HEY! WE GOT A PRIZE!" he grabbed the Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star pairing plushie as he handed out the yellow-cartoon character as he squished the pink-aquatic creature. "Babe..." "Yeah?" "Thank you for making me happier. I really appreciate your effort." you replied as you give his cheek a nice and warm peck, making him melt under your love spell. Now you both don't even care about the price you both received. You really love cherishing moments like this as he thought about a fruitful future with you even though it may not be obvious at times.
𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄 (𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇), 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎 (𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓), 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐍 (𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐍), 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄, 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐁 𝐉𝐈,
"Why am I wearing this again?" he raised an eyebrow to you as he pinched the furry and soft cat-ears headbands. Him tapping the small and golden sphere-bells attached to it as if he is a real life feline examining a new toy that he has 50/50 interest with. "You look so cute right now babe." you giggled as you snapped some silly pictures of him as you can see his face scrunch a bit out of annoyance. But *sigh* it's you who is messing with him, so he doesn't now if he has the right to be disappointed right now. And he's really weak to you (well if it's not because with the romantic feelings that is making his stomach feel butterflies). So making his partner happy for the date has no problem for him now. "Okay pretty boy, give me those cosplay ea-" "Never mind. I want to wear them." he stuttered as it made your eyes widened out of amusement. You never intended to push his boundaries as you were afraid to make him uncomfortable (and not to mention he's really frightening when he's irritated). But you are also excited to see this fun side of him in which he rarely shows as he is often serious and composed even when he's not out for work.
"Okay! Let's go to that ride!" you pointed at the Gyo Drop as you marched your way with him. Holding his calloused and scarred hands in a goofy manner as he still fixes his matching hair accessory with you (he's DEFINITELY FEELING IT).
"Will that be it?" the staff asked as you noticed his droopy eyes and hollow eyebags darker than an ebony bark. The poor guy must have been exhausted from work (you felt a bit guilty about it as the visitors, including you and your boyfriend are having a great time). "Yeah." "Okay, please take care of your personal belongings. The management has no responsibility of the damage of your belongings. Enjoy." After sitting down and securing your seats for a safe experience, you and your boyfriend waited for others for the ride to start. "Is your phone placed on your pocket?" he asked in a soft whisper as you nodded back in agreement. "Yes. Why?" "Dummy, I don't want you to buy another phone after you broke the last one I bought you." he huffed as you giggled back at his reaction. "I promise I won't." you genuinely promised back as he playfully rolled his eyes. "That's what you said." he replied back in a mocking and teasing manner. You were about to hiss at him back but then the ride started slowly ascending making him chuckle at your terrified and shaking reaction. Bastard.
"Oh no." you whispered. The view is so mesmerizing as you can see some bodies of water and the whole attraction with the eye-catching splash of warm and cool colors combine with each other as the sun sank down on the horizon. But you weren't feeling the enthusiasm as your fear of heights is getting on the way to enjoy the view and you are getting pissed off on your boyfriend as he teased you back with those annoying high pitched noise (which fails miserably with a voice crack) "Oh yes." "Screw yo- AHHHHHHHHHHH FLYING FUCK!" His frowning lips now curls into a smile as he laughs out loud at your reaction when the ride dropped off really fast and down. You are feeling the pressure as you thought of your insides curling and almost like flying around. "I'M GOING TO SHIT MYSELF RIGHT NOW!" you cried out loud as he even let out a cried out cackle, now he's not able to control himself from stopping. "DO IT!" "YOU LITTLE- AHHH DAMN ITTTTT!" you were cut off short again as the ride's movement turn fast and almost dropping down the ground making the other passengers either cry or feel the excitement rushing through their body and mind. Your reaction is a mix of that and your boyfriend is just sitting there. Enjoying as he is no near disturbed by the level of highness of the distance between the sky and ground. As much as you want to share those pretty chirps of laughter with him, you can't help but to overthink whether if your phone is going to get damaged again (Jay flashbacks xD), if you're even going to make it out alive after this, or if your boyfriend is even a human or a living cat as he was not scared of heights, like a cat with 9 lives.
After a couple (if not more) descending movements of the ride, you and your partner are now getting out of the seat. Him holding your shoulder for guidance as he can feel your own legs wiggly. Almost like a jelly-ace after you scared yourself from riding that enormous and huge tower. "Are you going to puke?" he questioned in concern but you can definitely see that annoying grin on his face. Unexpectedly, you hit him hard on his chest that has no effect on him, now making him release another bunch of irritating laughter with that damn husky voice. "SCREW YOU! I ALMOST DIED IN THERE!" "It's your fault. You agreed to go with me on the drop and now you're acting like this." His brutality kills you off at times. And now you're pouting at him with those doe-eyes. Damn it, he wants to kiss you right now. "ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW! IF I GET A HEART ATTACK, which I hope doesn't happens. YOU'RE GOING TO ACT LIKE THIS?!" You were scolding him more than his mother/guardian/master, not caring if others were looking at you. But with your silliness like this, he can't help but to pinch your cheeks in a soft but tender way as he kissed your cherry-coated lips. "Okay, I know you're scared. But let me make it up to you. I know a less scary chilly ride than that." he replied in a calm manner (as always) as you thought about your life-decisions deeply. He sighed as he grabbed your hand with you still huffing in disappointment (he's going to ride the French Revolution roller coaster with you, I...).
𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐆𝐔𝐍), 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐄 (𝐃𝐆), 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀, 𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐊 (𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐌), 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐀, 𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐇𝐍, 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌 (𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭-𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝),𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 (𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞), 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐤
"Y/N! Over here!" your boyfriend for a year happily waved his hands up for you to take notice. Luckily, you made your way into your boyfriend who is much more taller than you. His closest friend/brother keeping his company as they both wait for your presence. "Sup guys. Sorry I was late." you apologized as his friend/brother chuckled, not minding his waiting turning having an overtime. "It's okay. I understand that you must make yourself neat and presentable for your anniversary date." he replied with a thumbs up for reassurance. "Yeah, it seemed like I'm racing against the clock this time." you bowed down to show respect even though you know his acquaintance mutually well. You being respectful to other people despite having to know them so well is one of the reasons that he loves you so much. "No hustle and worries. Bro, enjoy your date!"
His brother/friend has left the attraction even though you have insisted to stay with you for the day as you want him to ease his own mind. But as usual, he's out for business. And right, he understands that he need to set boundaries for his comrade's relationship. His not only friend but also whom he loves as a sibling. You even have a chat with the two gentlemen, sharing laughter at your partner about how he was confused to go on the date on his own that he even needs to use Google Maps. Good thing his bro helped him out and accompanied him or else he might have been lost at late for the date.
"Y-You look stunning today." you can hear your boyfriend mumble softly as he rubs his nape to ease his nervousness. It's not the first time that you and him have decided to spend each other's company and share your time for each other. But no matter how many times he experience having these kind of dates over and over again, he can't help but to admire not only your personality and looks but also how much effort you put to dress even though it's not even that revealing. "You also look handsome darling." You replied back as you give his lips a smooch before starting your official date. "Oh, honey let's try that huge roller coaster!" he pointed out, seeing sparkles bling in his brown orbs as you smiled back at him, feeling his enthusiasm.
"Tha-That was fun!" you giggled as he laughs with you. Feeling excited with trying the Flume Ride with him. "Honey, I think we might have bought extra clothes because we may et wet." he insisted as you chuckled before kissing his lips. "No worries. Promise, you're going to love it." Now sitting down with him, the ride started to move in a slow manner. You and your partner talked about your days and random funny events like how he accidentally puked on a buff and sturdy looking guy last time you and him went on a date because of motion sickness. And how you almost broke your phone from running away with him against the man. It was quite a scary experience, but also dumbly fun as you can laugh about these silly moments with him. You and him were so focused about chatting that you didn't noticed the ride going down fastly. "AHHHHH Y/N MY LOVE ARE YOU ALRIGHT!" he asked in a worried manner as you nervously chuckled. "BABE I'M OKAY IT'S JUST A RIIIIIIIII-"
The ride continued to move in high places, and with the force applied to it the water splashes on some part of your clothes and his top. But that didn't matter since you're both enjoying each other's time and company. He was right about bringing extra clothes for later on though.
𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐎 (𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄), 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐋 ; 𝐍𝐎. 𝟏 (𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 ; 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡)
A/N: I'M SORRY FOR THE REALLY LATE AND RUSHED REPLY (I'm busy lately)
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(Working on requests, though don't be hesitant to share your ideas! if you don't mind my REALLY late posting schedule)
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Ok so... Idea for Astorian? What if the reader was some form of Flamenco dancer? Or something of the sorts, who acts like a bard, but instead of using an instrument they dance to perform magic. Not forced at all ofcorse!! I love the way you write him, it feels like you've nailed his character!
Uhm... if you guys want a part two... yeah. Let me know LMAO
TW - general horniness, reader is threatened at dagger-point
Recommended Song: Shirt - SZA
"Yeah, I just dance and then... magic."
The way Astarion first narrowed his eyes at you when you expressed that you couldn't really do anything else, he thought it was laughable.
"So you don't really fight, you just have fun while everyone else is actually doing things?"
"No, I have to actually be good at it! That's like saying you just open doors."
"Well that would be extremely rude because these hands do much more than open doors my dear."
You rolled your eyes, and he smirked. Now, this was before the two of you even slept together, let alone become an item. Over time Astarion has come to understand just how important of an asset you are to the group, but more specifically how he can't keep his eyes off of you on the battlefield. Whenever you can, the two of you find some time alone in the city to find you the most gorgeous flowy outfits, partially because they're easier to move in, but he also loves spoiling you, especially if he benefits from the view. He likes stitching little messages into the loose pieces of fabric, anything in between love notes and threats to people who have even thought about hurting you. The most recent one reads 'If the person wearing this is dead, you're next.'
Somehow, you and your rag-tag group have ended up being tasked with a group of bandits outside of Baldur's Gate. Does it have anything to do with the tadpoles or anything else important? No, of course not, but you have a hard time not helping people in need.
When you come across the group of bandits, it's apparent that they're not going to be a problem. While you're staking out their camp, Astarion comes behind you, whispering in your ear.
"If we make quick work of this, I'm sure we could find somewhere afterwards, for the two of us."
It sends a shiver up your spine, but you laugh it off, turning to look at him.
"You think you're funny, huh? Come on, we have work to do."
"Oh trust me, I know."
Maybe you should find a new way to cast magic, because it cannot be good for him to be horny mid-fight. Then again, it never seems to be a problem, so maybe it doesn't matter? Astarion certainly is an odd specimen, but you love him anyways.
"I am begging the two of you to stop flirting on the battlefield, please."
Gale pleads, wishing the two of you could keep it in your pants for once.
"Listen, once you find someone who completes your heart like Tav completes mine, you will understand. Until then, I'd stop complaining."
You nudge him and then whisper.
"Aster, you are talking to the guy who had sex with Mystra, and then became a literal bomb to try and win her approval."
"Damnit, I always forget about that! Fine, whatever. If Mystra were here, you would be just as lustful as I am, no matter the circumstances."
Gale grumbles to himself and walks off to the others, as Karlach prepares to make the first strike. She makes the signal, and you all take your positions. Astarion always insists on staying close to you, taking you with him on the flank if he has to. No one tries to argue, because he doesn't trust anyone else to keep you safe.
"Damnit, ambush!"
One of the bandits calls out, a tiefling. Gale casts grease, making their camp light up in flames from the campfire. Karlach strikes one of the bandits from behind, knocking them into the fire, effectively killing them. You don't realize though that one of the bandits had taken a trip to the forest to relieve himself, and he comes up behind you. Suddenly, you're swallowing fear with a dagger to your throat.
"Cease fire! Or the pretty one gets it."
As soon as the others look over in concern, the man's throat has been pierced, some of the blood splattering onto your face. Astarion drinks until your attacker hits the ground, the dagger falling out of a bloodless hand. You catch sight of Shadowheart, who is in close-quarters combat with a drow, and you turn to your lover.
"Come here!"
He doesn't ask questions, and he grabs your hands, spinning you out towards the fight as you send a fire bolt the drow's way. She falls quickly. Soon enough, Lae'zel finishes off the last of them, and Shadowheart casts water across the flames, making sure nothing else is burnt down. You try to catch your breath with the rest of the group, and you realize Wyll is injured, a gash across his shoulder. Normally Halsin or Shadowheart would deal with such a wound, but it's been a long day, and you're the only one with any healing magic left in you. With a few moves of your hips, you send out a healing ward, patching him up rather quickly.
"Thank you Tav."
Astarion comes to your side immediately after, almost as if he's jealous, wrapping an arm around your waist. As the others start going through the bandits' treasure, your lover wipes the blood off of your face.
"Surprised you didn't lick it off."
"I'm sure his blood was rancid, I much prefer yours."
If someone told you a year ago that someone saying they want to drink your blood was a turn-on, you would've laughed them all the way to Waterdeep. Now, you struggle to stand properly, holding your thighs together. He keeps his hand on your face, grip a little tenser than before.
"You need to be more careful when we're out there. I know these people were practically dead already, but some people won't try to trade you off like a token."
Normally you'd roll your eyes, tell him you obviously know that, but you just nod, and his thumb creeps over to your bottom lip.
"Astarion, we can't get this thing open!"
You're interrupted by a shout from Karlach, and Astarion kisses your cheek.
"I'll finish this later I suppose. Come my love, time to loot these insolent fools."
It's as if he set up the scenario perfectly, like he wanted the two of you to be interrupted. Hopefully he keeps his word.
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They're open yay omg!! Ok I had a cute idea for Rodrick Heffley if you're up for it! :)
Rodrick x Male!Reader where reader sings him 'boyfriend' by Big Time Rush the same way that Rodrick sang 'baby' by Justin Bieber for that one girls birthday (I literally don't remember her name lol but also it doesn't have to be his birthday) but like, it doesn't end as badly as it did for him lmao
Idk if they should be an established relationship between him and reader or if this is like readers confession so ill let you choose what you feel like writing for!
Boyfriend (Rodrick Heffley X Male!Guitarist!Reader)
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Summary: While waiting for your friends to show up to band practice, you decide to show Rodrick a new song you’ve been working on.
A/N: this is my first time writing for rodrick so pls lmk how i did! au where reader wrote ‘boyfriend’ instead of btr (with a few tweaks). rodrick and reader are in the talking stage (i dont wanna say situationship but ig that works lol) but their friends dont know about it. the only instrument i know about is the violin so sorry if i get anything wrong. also i think doing singing in stories/fics is kinda weird/awkward but whatever lol
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You always cherished the few minutes you had alone with Rodrick during band practice. Sure, you liked your other friends. But there was something about being able to watch Rodrick not put on the whole ‘bad boy rocker’ persona that he was used to wearing. Around you, he felt like he could wind down and not think as much.
Although, he didn’t think too much in the first place.
“I think we have a real shot at winning this talent show,” Rodrick said, drumming a beat on your thigh as he watched you tune your guitar. “We just need to practice more.”
“Well, I think we sound fine right now.”
“We don’t need to sound fine; we need to sound great!”
“Chill out, Roddy.” You said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s a month away; we have plenty of time.”
“Don’t call me that.” Despite his words, the corner of Rodrick’s lip twitched up at the nickname. You were the only one who called him that. At first, he didn’t like it; it wasn’t a hardcore rocker name. But soon, he found himself getting giddy at the softness of it. “I guess you’re right, though.”
Rodrick strummed his fingers across the strings of your guitar, laughing when you slapped his hand away.
“Work on anything new lately?” He asked, looking up at you from his hunched-over position. Along with being the guitarist, you were one of the main songwriters in Löded Diper, having many one-on-one writing sessions with Rodrick. That’s how the two of you grew closer, going from childhood friends playing on slides to somewhere between friends and something more, playing songs. Secret handshakes turned to lingering touches, and loud laughs turned to whispered jokes.
You were a bit hesitant to answer. You had been working on some new songs, but they didn’t exactly fit the Löded Diper brand. They were love songs, most, if not all, written with Rodrick in mind.
“Kind of.” You finally say, picking at a frayed edge of your jeans. Rodrick perked up, always loving your new material.
“Yeah? Show me!”
“It’s not exactly like the stuff we play.” You argue, a bit anxious at the thought of Rodrick hearing what you had been toying with recently. “Besides, it’s not finished.”
Rodrick just shrugged, leaning back in his seat.
“Show me anyway.”
You hated how you could never say no to those eyes. You sighed and finally agreed, fiddling with your guitar while trying to remember the chords.
“No laughing.” You say.
“When do I ever laugh at you, Y/n?”
“All the time.” With that, you started playing. You gave Rodrick a nervous glance before clearing your throat and singing.
“Have you ever had the feeling you’re drawn to someone?
And there isn’t anything they could of said or done?
And everyday I see you on your own
And I can’t believe that you’re alone
But I overheard your friends and this is what they said”
Looking over at Rodrick, you saw him intently listening. Any other time, you’d be prideful of the fact that all his attention was on you. But right now, it made you wanna run. But you stayed planted in your seat and continued with the song.
“That you’re looking for a boyfriend
I see that, gimme time, you know I’m gonna be there
Don’t be scared to come put your trust in me
Can’t you see all I really want to be
Is your boyfriend
Can’t fight that
Knock me down you know I’m coming right back
I don’t care at all what you done before
All I really want is to be your
Boyfriend”
You let the last chord ring out before you set your guitar down and cleared your throat.
“So, yeah…” Rodrick kept staring at you. “That’s… the song.”
Rodrick scooted closer to you, and you lifted your head to face him eye-to-eye.
“Did you write that about me?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You bit your lip, watching how his hair fell from the movement.
“Depends.” You say, taking a deep breath. “Did you like it?”
Suddenly, Rodrick laughed. It made you stiffen, but you soon relaxed when he put a hand on the back of your neck.
“You’re so corny, dude.” He said before closing the gap between you.
After the shock washed away, you gripped at his hair and ratty t-shirt, wanting to keep him close. You had come close to kissing Rodrick a few times, mainly while drunk at parties that you shouldn’t have been at or during writing sessions that eventually got interrupted by Rodrick’s younger brother Greg. But those close moments didn’t prepare you for how good the real thing felt.
When you parted, you rested your forehead on Rodrick’s as the two of you caught your breath. You opened your eyes and moved back a bit so you could see him clearly.
“So…” You start, not knowing what to do from here. “Are you looking for a boyfriend?”
“Sure.” Rodrick snorted before kissing you again.
#agaypanic#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley#diary of a wimpy kid#diary of a wimpy kid x reader
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Professor L/N (e.o)
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Legal age gap y/n is 27 let's say and lizzie is 22
LizziexFem Reader
Y/ns POV:
"Does anyone know where Elizabeth is she's late again" I yell as I look at my watch this girl forgets my class starts at 9am "I'm so sorry I'm late professor l/n my car broke down" I look up to see the missing student "miss olsen I'm not impressed class started at 9am it's almost 10am stay behind after class now hurry and take a seat before I make you stay behind the rest of the week" I say with no mercy in my tone this girl always late and always in a world of her own everytime I look at her she's day dreaming but on the other hand I shouldn't be looking at her the amount of times I do during each lesson "professor are you ok you seem in a world of your own" a young man asks bringing me out my trance "yeah I'm fine thank you lost in thought anyway miss olsen open your book to page 91 and read till the bell rings" I state as I start to mark papers from Friday I missed after a while the bell goes as I continue to mark paper "miss olsen you stay there please and thank you"
Lizzies POV:
I just can't help staring at her she's perfect the way her smart dress pants hug her legs and ass the way her shirt is unbuttoned at the top not showing to much but allows the imagination to run wild I don't know why I haven't been kicked out of her class yet I'm forever day dreaming about professor l/n she invades my mind and I don't care at all as I'm about to leave I hear her serious tone telling me to stay seating and I don't dare argue "yes professor l/n" I say low as I play with my fingers, it's been 10 minutes and she's not said anything she's just sitting marking the students work "umm professor l/n is there anything I can do or have I to just sit here" I say hesitantly she looks up briefly then back at the work not uttering a word.
Y/ns POV:
I continue to mark (just noticed I've been using that rather than grading sorry guys) as I'm going through the work and I hear her soft voice I look up before looking back at my work why am I feeling awkward I quickly think "um you can go around and fix all the seats under the desks Elizabeth thank you" I hear the noises of the chars hitting the desks and look up staring at her for a moment biting my lip, don't think about her like that y/n she's your student you can't cross that line "once you're done Elizabeth take a seat in front of my desk" I yell looking back at my work "yes professor" after 5 minutes she pulls up a seat and sits infront of my desk as I put my pen down and sit up straight crossing my arms "so Elizabeth we need to chat you've been late a few times now and you never concentrate in my class your always in a world of your own" I say looking at her as her cheeks start to flush red she looks a little flustered causing me to smirk wondering what she'd look like all flustered and moaning under me no no y/n control yourself "I'm so sorry professor my car really did break down and I thought I was doing fine in your class" she looks down not looking at me "oh no miss olsen your not paying attention at all tell me what runs through that pretty little head of yours"
I say as she looks even more flustered "I I I um" I reach forward to place my hand on her hand "you can tell me anything you say to me will be said in confidence I promise" I say to reassure her genuinely wondering what she thinks about "I I can't say it" I gently rub my thumb across her knuckles it's wrong I shouldn't be rubbing her hand but I want her to know she can open up to me "it's stupid and embarrassing" I lean over and lift her chin making her look at me "I'm sure it's not stupid or embarrassing" I let go if her hand sitting back in my chair "I can't help but admire you when I'm in class I can't help but stare and day dream" she almost whispers taking me by surprise I go to speak before stopping to chose my words carefully "day dream about me how do you think about me inappropriately Elizabeth" I whisper in a seductive voice making her look up with wide eyes like a dear in headlights "I umm fuck I mean shit sorry" she stops with a sigh the words not siding with her making me giggle I push my chair back and lean back looking at her with an amusing smirk "don't act all shy miss olsen you can tell me may as well you've told me this much put that pretty mouth to good use and tell me what you think about" I tease as she looks up at me thinking of her next words "well for today for instance I can't help but stare at the way your pants hug your legs and ass so fucking perfectly making your ass look amazing I can't help but Stare at the way your shirt is open enough to just show enough but let the imagination run wild and fuck my imagination runs wild everyday" she confesses almost as if she's rethinking gently biting her lip fuck that was hot "here I thought you where an sweet innocent girl Elizabeth but you think such naughty thoughts about me daily"
I say standing up slowly walking towards her making her gulp I place my hands at each side of her chair and lean over just enough to expose my cleavage to give her the perfect view "what's the matter babygirl cat got your tounge" I whisper as her eyes stay glued to what she can see "fuck...." she breaths out "you wanna see them baby?" I smirk as I run my hand over her cheek gently causing her to nod "then unbutton my shirt honey don't be shy" I smirk as I place gently kisses along her jaw towards her lips causing her to moan once I reach her lips I smirk biting her lip gently as she unbuttons my shirt with shaky hands "relax honey you're in good hands" I smirk as she moans a little as I continue kissing my way to her neck sucking gently until I hear her sighing as I find her sweet spot I feel my shirt being pushed to the floor and step back looking at how flustered she looks "you look so fucking cute all flustered miss olsen" I smirk walking over running my hand up her thighs slowly spreading her legs as I work my hands higher "fuck professor l/n" I work my hands higher till I feel her panties and run my fingers over her clothed clit biting my lip at the moans leaving her lips "so wet baby such a naughty girl" I sink to my knees and push her skirt up and pull her panties off throwing them on my desk "tell me what you want baby I need words" I say a little to excitedly "fuck uh I need to feel you inside me" I smirk and lower my head putting her legs over my shoulders as I leave little kisses on her clit her moans encouraging me as I go I run my tounge through her folds as she grips my hair with one hand and slaps the other over her mouth I work my tounge down to her entrance slowly teasing it smirking as she wriggles in her seat I grip her hips pinning her in place and mumble "be a good girl babygirl stay still" I look up as she only moans and nods in return as soonas she nods I slide my tounge inside her dripping cunt holding her tighter as she starts to moan louder almost screaming as my tounge brushes against her sweet spot "oh fuck do...don't st...op" she screams as I use my thumb to rub her clit I feel her walls tighten around my tounge as I work my tounge and thumb faster after a few seconds I feel her squirt all over my face with a scream I continue to thrust my tounge slowly as she rides out her high once her breathing returns to normal I slide my tounge out and sit up looking into her eyes "mmmh you taste so fucking good Elizabeth" she blushes and bites her lip "that was amazing" she breaths out pulling me into a bruising kiss I moan as our tounges work I unison once breathing becomes an issue I pull away and smile "but seriously we need to work on this being late thing" I say with a laugh as she giggles and fixes herself 'my turn to make you feel good" she says with a seductive tone pulling me close "not today babygirl we have plenty of time for that but today was about you" I say with a smirk as we finish up and head out to the parking lot before going our separate ways.
AN: I'm so sorry if this is terrible been super busy been writing it hours apart lmao I never knew the few days leading up to a wedding could be so stressful and busy haha anyway I hope it's readable and enjoyable 😉 I'll get maybe the other request I have, done tomorrow have a great day/night and stay hydrated people word count almost 1.7k
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Hi, if you're willing, could I request some clingy Cove headcanons? Thanks
Clingy Cove is the best! Love him to bits.
-- When it comes to you, the boy just does not need personal space. It's not a requirement. Totally unnecessary.
-- If you do need it, that's fine! He'll absolutely give you as much as you need with zero complaints! Being clingy often has a negative connotation, but that's not what it is with Cove. He fully supports you doing whatever you need to do emotionally, having friends, being with your family, all of that OBVIOUSLY.
-- But if it was entirely up to him, he'd just rather be with you always. You are home to him, you have been for almost his whole life. With you he feels safe and comfortable, he feels like himself. He feels seen and accepted and loved, and it's the best feeling in the whole world.
-- So if you need some time to yourself, just tell him, ok? Because otherwise he's going to want to be right there.
-- You don't actually have to DO everything together, parallel play is wonderful! If you work from home, he'd just want to hang out in the same room if he's home too. If you're cooking dinner, then he can help, or at least sit on the counter looking pretty. If you need a nap and he's not sleepy, maybe he'll lie down with you anyway and read. And when he's older and more settled, why take two showers when you can just share one?
-- For real on that last one though especially, he's in ORCA, he's going to be about water conservation. Baths/showers together are very very important quality time.
-- It's like he just sort of doesn't understand the appeal of being alone if he could be with you. Again, if you do, that's great, he's more than willing to work with it.
-- I am going to be lazy and copy and paste something from another ask because it fits here too and I was thinking about this one when I wrote it lol
-- The whole thing about Cove is that to him, you are the best person in the world. And that's not just something to say, he literally thinks you are the best person in the entire world. He doesn't know most of the other people, sure, but he doesn't have to because how could anyone else be better than you? Remember, when he was little he thought you were actually made for him, and even though he's grown up and he's realized that's not how people work, the general belief is still there. You are the only person for him, and in that way, you were made for each other.
-- When you live together, if you like to sleep in or if you just sleep a little later than he does, every day is going to start with him trying to figure out if he should get his day started or just cuddle you for longer.
-- Sometimes if he really needs to get something done and decides to get up while you're still sleeping, he'll feel bad and try to sneak back in bed without waking you up. This, or if he really is just too busy, you have to get in bed earlier to make up for the lost time.
Cove: Come on, it's bedtime!
You: It's 8:30.
Cove: Yeah, and there's a cuddle deficit that we need to address.
-- He knows the exact math on this, don't try to argue with him.
-- I could genuinely do this all day.
-- What if after Step 3 you move away? Man is that gonna be hard.
-- I don't generally like the idea of taking Cove away from the beach, but I think if it's between the beach and you, he's going to pick you every single time.
-- So it may take him a little bit if plans are made more last minute, or if you don't confess right away, but if he knows you're going to college for FOUR YEARS far away, or if you get a job in another state? He's going to have a hard time just letting that be that.
-- When you are apart, he will text all the time. He's not expecting a conversation every time, he's fully aware of how clingy he is, but if he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll send you a photo, stuff like that.
You: *checking your phone on your lunch break to see several texts from Cove*
Cove: Do you remember when that bird stole dad's sandwich lol *sends video of bird*
Cove: I wish we were at the beach
Cove: Can we make fudge tonight
Cove: I miss you
-- This is obviously cannon, but when he gets settled he doesn't care that everyone knows how clingy he is.
-- Why would he? He is SO PROUD to be yours!
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