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mondaymelon · 5 months

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₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄… | xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

⤷ art by @/Deltanpopo on twitter ! ❀

[ A coy thing, you are, daring to lie to them about your wellbeing. ]

— "I'm alright."

A scoff leaves XIAO's lips at your swift words, his mouth curling into a sneer, one absent of a smirk. His arms crossed over his chest, dark shadows cast over his eyes. "Come again?"

His glare was intense - dangerous, its malice not directed towards you, but instead to whatever had made you like... this. You could shield your form from his piercing gaze all you wanted. It'd do nothing to deter him. The knowledge he held of your character, the way your voice gave the slightest tremor, and the way your eyes slipped from his own... he let out a noise of annoyance.

"As I said, Xiao. I'm fine."

You were't a good liar. At least, from his knowing view. Unacceptable. His lashes fluttered as his eyes narrowed. Was he not reliable enough for the truth? Why was it that you'd refuse his assistance while you were clearly suffering?

"No." His voice was decisive, cold, but not in the manner of harsh, unforgiving ice, but the morning frost that bloomed on the dewy stalks of riverside reeds. "You aren't."

He felt your gaze pause at his lips, yet did not rise to meet his own. Your own mouth quivered, just the slightest, and you downcast eyes that glistened flicked their attention to the ground. "Xiao, I..."

You voice trails off. There's no need to say more. For you stood, enveloped in the adeptus' rare embrace, his pale skin cool, yet sparking an unquenchable warmth within your chest.

"If you aren't okay, that's okay. I'll just have to hold you in my arms, until you are." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

A laugh escapes CHILDE's parted lips, a rather empty sound that resounded in your silence. It continues for a couple brief moments. "Ah, you're kidding, right?" He breaks into a smile that fades at the lack of your response. "Right?"

"Why would I be kidding?" You sighed, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. "I'm serious, Childe. I said I was fine." His gaze bore into you, to the point where you could feel your body smolder under his eyes. You shouldn't look at him now. Pursing your lips, you strengthened your resolve, but a moment of weakness upon hearing his shallow laughter was all it took to glance upwards. To meet his gaze.

A grave mistake, you had just unwittingly committed.

Before you could turn your head away, Childe's hand's caught you, one of them grabbing onto your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. "Say," his voice was low, quiet. A telltale sign of the anger that simmered underneath. "When did you get the notion that you'd be allowed to lie to me, and then get away with it scot-free, huh?"

The moment he had met your fleeting gaze, eyes locked onto yours, your verdict had been decided. Guilty. "Childe, it wasn't that I..."

"Oh, is it something you can't tell me, then?" His voice was softer now, but not in a threatening way, eyes melting with concern. Yes as much as he'd love to get at whatever - or whoever had made you so upset, he had a higher task of importance as of now. And that was to comfort the person before him, tentative under his touch. He slowly released his hold on your chin, instead giving your hair a ruffle that caused your locks to fly in disarray. "If so, then I won't push you anymore."

"I've... I've just had a really long day and-"

Your words lost their sound as instead, warmth replaced the quiet. Childe held you in his arms, delicately, like you were made of porcelain, and the slightest touch would shatter you. For someone as brash as him, to now stay silent, letting you let out all the world's concerns in his embrace...

"I won't say anything, alright? Just let it all out, and I'll listen." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

At first, SCARAMOUCHE almost looks offended at your words. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are drawn into a scowl. "What, care to repeat that? It's funny how you think you're fooling anyone."

It takes a moment to find your voice again, with how intense his eyes stare into you - indigo, flashing with electro power. Mesmerizing, dangerous, lethal if you drew too close. It didn't matter you supposed, you had already been in his reach for far longer than you cared to admit, and you had yet to be burnt away. "...I'm alright, nothing happened."

This time, your answer drew a startling laugh that bubbled from deep within him, a carnal yet almost melodious sound that flowed like water and blazed like flames. "Ah, that's funny. You've been hanging around the other Fatui, haven't you?" His gaze narrowed in distaste. "Disgusting, all of them. And from the likes of it, you've been picking up some nasty habits as well. Speaking nothing but the truth to me should be a given, yet you're saying such things without the slightest guilty conscience... I couldn't help but laugh!"

Guilty conscience my ass. Of course it took something out of you to lie to your.. lover. Yes, despite it all, Scaramouche was the one you were joined hands with - even in the male didn't act like it. Or perhaps he did, in a world of his own masked away in a guise behind a guise. His spark just drew you closer.

"Scara, you wouldn't understand...!" Don't get aggravated, keep your voice composed, steady. "It's... it's something personal, alright? I just.. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Give me time, please."

Please? His maniacal expression dimmed as he paused, just a brief moment. He hadn't hurt you, had he? No, you knew him well, well enough to know that that was just the person he was, didn't you? "...So it was like that?" He tried to hide his apologetic expression with a hand over the lower half of his face, but his eyes glistened regardless.

"Ah, just forget about it. If you're hurting, then... Come here, all right? I'll humor you, just for tonight." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) okay okay so. i. im gonna try and post a fic every day this week. spoiler alert: its fucking exam week BUTBUT BUT im so close to a follower goal ive been wanting to reach and itd be so silly if we could hit it before new years!! that's why im gonna be listening to burnout playlists while typing away like my life depends on it.// wish me luck on my exams ahah. theyre tommorrow.

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athena5898 · 7 months

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I often think when people hear "infantilizing a group of people", they think of it literarily that we are actively being made a infant. While this is a part of it, I think people miss the subtle things that end up causing chasms in their relationships with that group of people.

It's actually hard to pinpoint because it's never a singular event, it's many tiny things but the end result is always "I am the authority, I will always know more then you, I will never take your advice, I will never be honest with you (you know to spare *your* feelings), any disagreement is your fault, any problem in your life is my cross to bear and you must follow how I tell you to fix it, I will never stoop myself to understanding what your needs are as X group and will view everything from my own lens and judge you accordingly, we are not equals, and we never will be. (This is not a exhausted list, nor will everyone have all the same traits)

It is very hard to connect with someone who just automatically assumes a higher status to you just because of something you can't change. All the while the offender thinks what they are doing is actually a good thing. They are somehow helping you by just assuming they are better then you (which in the end, that's kinda what this is).

I have a few people in my life that I care for a lot, but they are not that much older then me yet they act like I can't possibly understand them and automatically shove this "child" label on my forhead.

And here is the thing, they will voluntarily bring up why they think this if you pay attention. It might be trauma they've dealt with, it might be that they have kids and you don't, age, or anything else like this. However I think it's important to note that I have friends who do not talk down to me and respect me as my own person with autonomy and also have these things going on in their life. So it's not like it's impossible to treat someone with respect and have these differences.

Now what do some of these subtle differences look like? There are many ways they can materialize but to name a few.

- Demanding the person solves a problem their way despite the person telling them why their circumstances do not allow that.

- assuming...well anything and all the time. These people have a tendency to think they know exactly what you are feeling and other such things and if you try to correct them then they will actually get upset at you or show some type of passive aggressiveness.

-Speaking on your behalf without asking permission

-never valuing your expertise on any subject. They are older/more mature then you, therefore to them they know more about everything. What's really fun (/s) about this is when they will explain to you, why you are wrong, by repeating what you said back at you.

- any reason why you can't do a thing, or why you need an aide is an excuse. You could do it if you *really* wanted to, but you are just being lazy. Now the real adult has to take up your burden.

- they do not/cannot listen to you. No matter what you say or how you say it, or if they even confirm what you say, there is always a part of them that is not listening. Or hell, they could of listened to you, but since what you say isn't important to them, they will quickly forget it and may even try and claim you never said anything to them.

- I'm not sure if this counts as infantilizing, but I notice that it happens a lot in tandem. While they think less of you and treat you like a child whose facts and opinions don't matter, all of this will change at a moment's notice when they need something from you...oddly enough something they probably normally do not take seriously from you on a normal day. Suddenly thrusting you with this burden of taking care of them even though they are never there for you in any meaningful actually helpful way most of the time. Like you will literally be demanded to stop what you are doing, and get over whatever you are going through to help them and their problem. I cannot explain how frustrating it is to be demanded to be the mature one while most of the time being denied respect.

I could go on, but honestly if I sat here and thought of every single tiny thing they do to make sure there is distance between you and them up on their self made pedestals, I'd be here all day.

The worst part on all of this is that I have no idea how to resolve it. People who do this are not inherently bad people, hell they might not even realize they do it. But this can actually make it more difficult to bring to their attention. I have tried many ways and many different times to resolve this, but I haven't been successful yet. Anyone who has corrected themselves were people who just had a little mess up but still obviously viewed me as a person from the start.

These subtle ways someone can dehumanize you, it can cause terrible rifts and of course the other person never understands why (see point above about not listening)

I am writing this as a autistic person, but I know there are others who go through this. Please check the ways you create artificial authority over someone.

Edit: someone reblogged this with hashtags about how we shouldn't do this to children either and I completely agree, I was using the term because it's the one often used to explain these things. Adding the edit cause I have no idea how to respond to the hashtag thing and I think it's a important thing to note.

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lialacleaf · 10 months

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To Care For A Woman

Chapter 5

Simon Riley

Summary: You join the army as a last-ditch effort to avoid destitution, but when you sustain an injury protecting Lieutenant Ghost and earn yourself a medical discharge, you're stuck all over again. Or maybe not...

Warnings: Tension, Simon wants to care for you, small reader, a little bit spicy but not NSFW, man worrying about a woman's safety, typical cannon violence, deception, I'm sorry it's unedited… MARRIED COUPLE THEMES. It’s light but you know what’s happening. Married people doin what married people do. PTSD

Please listen to the song I beg you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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Simon wasn’t sure what had made you so shaken, but it had him rattled that you’d seemed so upset, only to brush it off as if it was nothing.

He let the water pelt over his shoulders, soothing the ache from working outside. It was getting colder outside, and he’d started turning on the fireplace in the evenings. He liked to watch you curl up beside it before he’d inevitably carry you to bed when you fell asleep.

Just the thought of it brought a smile to his face. Occasionally he’d catch a glimpse of the scar on your knee when your knight gown rode up on your leg, and he’d feel something tighten in his chest. He needed so badly to protect you, provide for you, and do everything in his power to fix what he’d allowed to become damaged.

He found himself starting into your eyes often, looking for traces of the despair that had haunted his mother’s eyes. He so desperately didn’t want to be like his father. He wanted to be a good husband, as good as someone like him could be. He just hoped he was enough for you.

You shut your laptop with tears in your eyes. Your poor Simon, hiding out here in his cabin all alone to forget the horrors of his past. He was so good to you, treated you like you were the best thing to ever happen to him, and after what you’d just seen, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were.

You sat down on the edge of your bed, tears leaking from your eyes. You understood his decision to help you now. You were alone, and so was he. Now you were alone together, bound by the contract that had saved you from a horrible fate.

You didn’t think you’d ever fallen in love with someone as quickly as you did with Simon. One minute he was a stranger, and the next he was the brightest part of your life. He was your support, your comfort, and your safety.

He was a husband in every way that a man ought to be.

Your head was spinning with the realization that Simon and Ghost had to be brothers. That information seemed distant however, and you were startled out of your thoughts when Simon’s footsteps sounded.

You looked up, and the both of you froze as the man stood before you in…in a towel. There were so many scars across his pale chest, and you noted one on his shoulder that looked relatively recent. Your cheeks responded to the sight with a pink hue, and your eyes widened.

You’d obviously known he was handsome, but this was an entirely different sight than when he was fully clothed, moving about your home with that powerful stature of his.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, casting your eyes away. “Lunch is ready.”

You stumbled out of the bedroom, quickly grabbing your plate and curling up on the couch, waiting for him to join you.

He was wearing a pair of comfortable, black sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt when he joined you on the couch. You finished your sandwich without meeting his eyes, still feeling the heat course throughout your body and the memory of him standing before you in just a towel.

You set your plate in the sink, contemplating your next move very carefully. Your eyes settled on Simon’s form as he finished the last of his lunch.

You could tell he was watching you from the corner of his eye as you plucked his empty plate from his lap and set it in the sink.

You felt unsure about what you were about to do. What if you offended him, or made him uncomfortable?

You shook those thoughts from your head. Simon was nothing but a gentleman. You had nothing to worry about.

He watched you carefully from the couch as you approached him, your arms wrapped around you tightly as you tried to push down your nervousness.

You stopped right in front of him, reaching out to cup his cheek. His confusion was evident, until you carefully slid into his lap, your hands settling on his chest and your forehead pressing against his.

“Y/n,” he said sternly. He swallowed thickly, his hand settling on your waist. “You owe me nothing,” he whispered, eyes searching out your own, but they remained closed as your breath softly fanned across his face.

“That’s not what this is,” you murmured, your lips brushing his own desperately.

Simon cupped the back of your head with one of his large hands, his lips melding with your own in a wet, sloppy kiss that left you panting.

His tongue brushed your bottom lip, begging for entrance as his free hand slid between your legs. You gasped softly, and Simon let his tongue slide against your own.

He nipped at your bottom lip softly, before moving to your jaw, his soft kisses traveling across your throat until he reached the sensitive skin of your pulse point and sucked a bruise into your flesh.

You’d never been so thankful to have worn a dress as you were as his hands learned you, electing just the reactions he wanted.

Your eyes locked onto his, and he watched you with an insatiable hunger. You felt an electric shock at the sight as something feral burned in his gaze.

Your eyelids fluttered, and Simon grinned as he lifted you into his arms, moving with purpose towards the bedroom where he laid you out beneath him with more care than he’d ever used for anything in his life.

“So bloody beautiful,” he murmured, watching your lips part silently and your eyes flutter closed before smashing his mouth onto yours. This was what he was made to give you. His love, himself, everything he had.

The sun hadn’t quite risen, and it was still misty outside from the night of rain and thunderstorms. You were sweaty, and the covers stuck to your body, reminding you that a shower was the first thing on your morning bucket list.

Your stomach grumbled, unsatisfied with your decision to sleep through dinner. The only part of you unsatisfied.

You glanced at the empty spot beside you, and listened for the sound of your husband in the cabin.

You carefully moved to the bedroom door, noting that your knee was very displeased with being made to support your weight.

“Simon?” You called, hissing slightly as you limped into the washroom. You heard the front door open, and your husband’s feet padded softly on the hardwood floors. “Simon,” you called again, and his footsteps quickened.

He peeked around the doorway, his eyes softening when he noticed your pinched features. “Everything alright, love?”

“My knee is a little less than happy at the moment,” you admitted, and he frowned, biting his lip softly. “I’ll be right back.”

You heard him rummage around in the kitchen, mumbling curses under his breath as something clattered, before his hurried footsteps sounded.

“What was that about?” You asked as he reappeared, lifting you effortlessly into his arms before lowering you gently into the tub and turning on the water.

He glanced at your face, trying not to give anything away with his own expression. “A surprise,” he stated.

You couldn’t help but smile softly as he poured soap into the tub.

“Did you make breakfast?” You asked with a laugh.

He simply shrugged in response as he squirted soap in his hands. “Something like that.”

You shivered at the feeling of his hands dragging up your thighs, past your waist, and settling at your collar bones where he massaged the soap into your skin, before cupping his hands in the water and rinsing the suds away.

He placed one of his signature kisses against your forehead, and grabbed a brush from your little basket atop the counter and went to work on the nest in your hair.

You let your eyes slide closed as he washed your hair, feeling him cup your jaw and pull you into another wet, indulgent kiss.

The sound of the drain alerted you that bath time was over, and you opened your eyes to Simon offering you a hand to stand.

You couldn’t help but laugh when he wrapped you in a towel and lifted you off your feet. He peppered your face in soft kisses as he set you down in the chair next to your nightstand, and fished out a comfortable set of loungewear for you.

“Simon,” you said as he pulled the soft shirt over your head.

“Mhm?” He hummed in reply as he helped you lift one leg at a time into your pants.

“I love you.”

You watched him freeze for a moment, and couldn’t help but fear you’d said something wrong. He glanced up at you, his deep brown eyes holding disbelief. Your chest ached.

“I mean it,” you said, gently stroking his cheek.

He looked like he couldn’t breathe, like the same words were lodged in his throat and he couldn’t quite get them out. You didn’t need him to though. He said it every day in other ways.

Simon hadn’t believed he could be loved. He’d expected you to tolerate him, maybe even find some affection for him if he was lucky. He’d never expected you to love him.

And to think, before he’d met you he’d truly believed Simon to be dead. You were blurring the lines between Ghost and Simon, making him feel more like a man than a specter than he had in years.

“How about that surprise?” You urged, snapping him out of his trance.

“Right,” he said, accent thick and voice heavy with emotion. “C’mere.”

He lifted you into his arms and settled you on the couch, before grabbing a cardboard box out of the kitchen.

“Thought you could use an early Christmas present,” he said.

“It’s still November,” you said with a laugh that had his ears turning red.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna wait,” he said, pulling out the smallest scrap of fur you’d ever seen. You felt your jaw go slack at the sight of it. “Found her on my morning run,” he explained, setting the gray kitten in your lap and scratching it behind the ear.

Your hands immediately moved to stroke her soft fur. “She’s adorable,” you cooed.

“Thought you might like to have some company for the next two weeks,” he said, offering you a soft smile, and you couldn’t fight the grin on your face as you pulled him in for a kiss.

“Love you too,” he whispered against your lips.

Simon laid a tarp over the garden box before he left, just in case the weather got bad while he was gone.

You drove Simon onto base with Moonbeam on the seat between the two of you. The kitten seemed rather fond of Simon, constantly clawing at his hoodie sleeve and demanding attention.

“Be safe while I’m gone,” he said, kissing your forehead before placing a loaded pistol in the glovebox.

You watched him go, his duffel bag over your shoulder, and you let out a deep sigh. The truck already felt lonelier.

You reached down and scratched Moonbeam’s head, causing the kitten to purr.

“He’ll be fine,” you assured yourself, before driving off towards town.

The drive felt longer by yourself, even if Simon didn’t typically talk much. You stopped at the bookstore and picked up some gifts for your parents with the card that Simon had left you, and Jesse was kind enough to wrap them for you. After dropping them off at the post office, you made your way back to the cabin.

Moonbeam was perfectly content to sleep on your feet as you read a book by the fire that night, but you still felt the absence of Simon in the house. It was going to be a long two weeks.

“Ghost, the LZ is compromised, do you copy?” Price’s voice rang over the radio, and Simon groaned.

“Fuckin’ drug cartel,” he spat, reloading his weapon. The bodies of his comrades littered the ground around him. “Copy that, Captain.”

“We’re on our way to clear hostiles, hang in their L.T. Soap’s voice sounded over the radio. It had turned into a shit show all too quickly. He’d lost too many men to count.

Enemies fell left and right, especially once Soap showed up with reinforcements. The helo was finally able to land for extraction, and after collecting far too many dog tags, Ghost loaded onto the chopper.

He was sitting in Price’s office days later, his shoulder’s sagging in defeat. The mission wasn’t a success.

“It’s not your fault Simon,” Price consoled. “We’ll get another chance.”

His men wouldn��t get another chance. His men were dead.

Ghost sat in his office, staring out the window and the pouring rain when his phone buzzed.

I can come get you when you’re ready.

He didn’t want to see you, not when he was like this.

Not finished with work yet, I’ll let you know.

He slept in his office that night, head propped up uncomfortably on his desk. He wasn’t sure what else to do. He couldn’t just go home and be in a bad mood, but he was exhausted, and his office was cold and uncomfortable.

He wanted your warmth, the comfort of your shaded bed, and your soft body, but he was unwilling to subject you to this side of him. To the side that was more Ghost than Simon.

Trying to be one or the other was beginning to tear him apart. It hurt. Hurt so bad that he actually felt tears prick his eyes. He was a failure. A failure of a husband, and a failure of a Lieutenant.

So many families that wouldn’t see their loved ones this Christmas. Would never see them again for that matter.

Ghost fought down a choked sob at the thought that he was putting you through something similar right now, making you wait for him in the cabin even though he was alive, and ought to be making the most of it.

He wasn’t sure when morning rolled around, but a knock on his office door pulled him from his morbid thoughts.

“L.T.?”

“Go away Johnny,” Ghost groaned, placing his head back on his desk.

The door creaked open, and Simon glared daggers at the Scotsman. “What did I just say?” He barked.

Johnny rolled his eyes and muttered curses under his breath. “None of that now. Get your head out’ yer arse and go home. Your wife’s here.”

Simon’s head shot up, panic evident in his eyes. “What? Why?”

Soap crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his hip to the side. “Captain and I called her this morning, and told her to come get you. You’ve got,” Johnny paused as he glanced down the hall, “fifteen seconds to get that mask off by the way.”

Simon had never rid himself of Ghost so quickly. The mask was shoved into his desk drawer, and just in time as you joined Soap standing in the doorway.

Your eyes softened as they noted his ruffled hair and the tear streaks in his grease paint. “Oh Simon,” you chided, taking slow steps towards him.

“Come on,” you insisted, tugging gently on his jacket. “Silly, silly man,” you scolded as he stiffly got to his feet and allowed you to pull him out of the office.

“Johnny, right?” You asked as you passed Soap with Simon’s sleeve in your grasp. Soap nodded, a somewhat smug look on his face. “Thank you, both of you, for the call.” You said, patting his arm.Simon rolled his eyes when Johnny looked like a toddler that had just been given a gold star. “And tell Ghost Happy Holidays for me, if you see him,” you added before ushering your exhausted husband to the truck. Part of you wished there was a way you could tell Tommy he was welcome to come spend the holidays with you and Simon, but you had a distinct feeling that the two weren’t inclined to do such a thing at the moment, and if Simon was handling the outcome of the mission this badly, you had a feeling it would be worse for Ghost, and the Lieutenant would likely hide away in some dark corner for the next few days. You wished you could help him, but you didn’t know how.

Simon felt his chest constrict at your words and Johnny grinned. “Oh, I’ll certainly tell him,” he said knowingly.

“I’m sorry,” Simon began, his voice thick. “For not calling. I should have let you know I was alright.”

You shook your head as you slid into the driver’s seat of the truck. “Well that would have been a monumental lie, because you’re not,” you stated, and you watched your husband stiffen, before slumping against his seat.

“Simon, I used to be in this line of work too. There are bad days, I get that. I’m not going to be mad that you’ve got shit to handle, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide it from me.”

You had no idea just how much he was hiding from you. “I’m supposed to protect you from that stuff,” he said gruffly.

You sighed softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “And sometimes you have to let me protect you.”

Protect him. The sound of your screams, the splatter of your blood when that knife went into your leg, were all he could think of with those words.

You didn’t miss the flash of fear and panic in his eyes, and you squeezed his hand again. “Everything is going to be fine,” you assured him. You’d make sure of it.

AN: Simon is digging his own grave 0_0 reader will have to find out at some point, but what will be the outcome? Ehehehe

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galedekarios · 6 months

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gale as a professor at blackstaff academy

i have to say that at first i wasn't too sold on the (then still fanon) idea of a professor ending because of gale's own prior anecdote about being irked by his previous students and their inadequacies.

i thought it might not be a good fit for him as far as professions go.

but reading the epilogue files, i have come around on it.

i think it's just one more way in which he's really grown into himself, become content with who he was in the past, the mistakes he made and what he has learned from them, and the person he wants to be in the future:

Player: You? A teacher? I'd hardly say you set the best example for impressionable young wizards... Gale: I think it makes perfect sense. devnote: Surprised you wouldn't recognise this, a tiny bit offended you don't trust him to do this Gale: Who better to warn of the perils of misusing magic than someone who was once only a wayward sneeze away from destroying a mid-sized settlement? devnote: playing up to his past a bit, you can imagine this is how he acts with his students Tara the Tressym: Don't remind me of those terrible times, Mr Dekarios. My blood pressure has only just recovered.

a few more cute banters & things we learn about gale and his new teaching position:

tara swipes at students who fall asleep in gale's classes, which he himself doesn't mind. he, too, slept through some of them (like his calishite lessons):

Player: Perhaps that's a good thing. I'm sure they're far better students than I was... Gale: Ah, so you still remember our little lesson? devnote: A little bit bashful, it was a vulnerable moment for him Gale: 'Teaching' you was hardly an effort at all. Not like my present cohort of apprentices. devnote: Complimentary, pulling the thought back to the teaching element after getting lost in the memory of the moment Gale: They try their best, of course - when they can manage to stay awake. devnote: Not upset by this - he slept through his fair share of classes as a student Tara the Tressym: The cheek of them! Nothing a well-placed swipe from Tara can't fix, though.

2. gale offered to teach more subjects than illusion via simulacra:

Player: Only a professor? With your expertise, I'd have thought you could teach every kind of magic going... Gale: I did offer, as a matter of fact. devnote: Secretly glad the player thinks so highly of him Gale: However, the Blackstaff insisted I couldn't teach every subject, nor could the simulacra of myself I offered to create for that purpose. devnote: Reluctantly accepts that this was the right decision Gale: So, I've settled for teaching the art of illusion. Magic to confound the senses, to render the impossible into reality, and to allow expression of that most magical attribute of all - imagination. devnote: Selling it a bit - he wants to make sure you appreciate how cool this is

3. gale has told his students about the player's adventures and will invite a player to be a guest lecturer:

Player: I found the love of my life. I'd say I'm pretty happy. Gale: And I couldn't be happier for you. A fitting reward for the sacrifices you made in getting here. Gale: I've told my students plenty of tales about our escapades. You're something of a hero to them, you know. Gale: I'd be delighted to introduce you to my current cohort - as a guest lecturer, perhaps? I'm sure they'd have plenty of questions for you. Player: It would be my pleasure. Gale: Excellent. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the allure of sharing your expertise. Gale: Of course you'll be most welcome to stay with me in my tower- Tara the Tressym: Ahem. Gale: My apologies, Tara. That would be our tower.

4. his students find him somewhat intimidating due to his backstory with mystra and the orb:

Gale: Well, that was quite lovely. I'm glad you're as pleased to see me as I am you. Gale: I have to say, I'm quite grateful to just be 'Gale' for the evening. Gale: I fear my students find me somewhat intimidating, due to my erm, explosive former reputation. I seem to put the fear of the gods into them. devnote: He plays up to his reputations a bit, so he isn't overly surprised Gale: Or the fear of Mystra, to be more specific. Gale: I surrendered the Crown of Karsus to her, as I told you I would. And in return, she cured me of the orb at last. Gale: Even now, I struggle to put the feeling into words. It was like exhaling for the first time, after holding my breath for so very long. Gale: Of course, I haven't clarified with my students that the orb is no longer a threat. The legend of my explosive capabilities is an excellent means of controlling a classroom. Too good, if anything.

5. he wants to teach his students that there is fun in studying magic:

Gale: I spend most of my time trying to convince them how much fun the study of magic can be, but it'd be easier to crack a smile on an intellect devourer than some of my pupils... devnote: Despairing a little, doesn't understand why they aren't all as passionate as he was Player: Or on a mind flayer, perhaps... Gale: Smiling may no longer come easy to you, but I've seen how your tentacles twitch at my jokes. Even the ones I'm not entirely certain I was trying to make... devnote: Last sentence a tiny bit self-conscious, aware that people sometimes find him ridiculous. Gale: Still, I hoped my students might be a little more open to the playful side of such magic.

anyhow, i hope this was insightful to someone! 🖤

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idyllic-ghost · 2 months

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title: To Choose A Mortal Life

pairing: Vernon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship

warnings: mentions of having a bad day

synopsis: you've just finished watching your favorite film trilogy, and Vernon has the nerve to insult your favorite character.

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rating: PG 13

a/n: yes, this is self-indulgent leave me alone. got this thought last night and had to write it out this morning, so this is for all of the nerds and vernon lovers who follow me

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Vernon looked over at you as soon as the credits rolled, a content smile on his lips. You, on the other hand, were gripping the edge of the blanket like your life depended on it - tears staining your cheeks as you sniffled. Although he didn't mean to, Vernon couldn't help but laugh. It was quick, barely noticeable really, but you heard him. You whipped your head towards him with a glare that could kill a man.

"I'm sorry-"

"Why are you laughing?" you whined. "That was beautiful!"

Vernon let out another laugh as the tears came rolling down your cheeks again. The two of you hadn't been sitting far apart, but for the sake of your well-being, Vernon moved a little closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Babe," he whispered, "you've already seen this movie... a lot."

"Because it's good! You think so too, right? Why aren't you crying?" you whaled, and Vernon couldn't help but laugh again.

"I've also seen it-"

You buried your face in your chest, and Vernon grinned as he wrapped his arms around your frame. His unwillingness to cry only made you more upset. It was cute, really. Then he saw a name on the credits that he recognized and something he had been trying to figure out clicked.

"Oh. Now I remember where I've seen him before," he said, referring to earlier in the movie where he had tried to figure out one of the actor's filmography from memory. "He's that guy in the second season of Stranger Things."

Your sniffles stopped, your body stopped quivering, and Vernon knew he had said something wrong. He let you go as you tried to get out of his grip, and when you looked at him you were met with a cheesy smile that screamed "Please forgive me!"

"Sam did not carry Frodo up Mount Doom to be known as 'that guy from Stranger Things!'" you exclaimed.

Vernon threw his head back with laughter as you tried your best to argue with him - it was impossible, he was laughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath let alone answer you. He had spent the majority of your rewatch of the Lord of the Rings trilogy trying to figure out where he had seen Sam before. It wasn't anything he had thought of before, so of course he wanted to know. You had asked him to not go on his phone, watching the movies was very serious for you - even if you frequently talked over the movie to explain certain things. That was allowed, of course. Vernon didn't complain, he enjoyed watching you be so enamored with a movie. He was just happy that you had finally started to relax after your hard day at work.

"I'm sorry," he said in between snickering. "I just saw the actor's name on the credits, I didn't mean to offend Sam."

You looked at him with a pout, your eyes still glossy from crying and the skin around them slightly puffy. You looked like a mess, but Vernon still thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. His grin never faltered; eventually, it got you to break into a smile. You cuddled up next to him again, and he wrapped his arms around you. The credits kept rolling, but neither of you felt like moving to turn them off.

"I still don't understand why Arwen was dying," Vernon mumbled.

"She chose a mortal life," you murmured, "And since she was opposed to Sauron, she would've died if he got the ring back. They all would have."

Vernon nodded at your explanation. You were tired; he could tell from the way you yawned and the fact that you didn't go into a full-blown explanation of why Arwen was dying towards the end of the trilogy. He placed one of his hands on the top of your head, letting you take the other in your hands and play with his fingers.

"Would you choose a mortal life for me?" he asked.

"Yeah." You intertwined your fingers with his, looking at them as if you were studying the way his hand fit in yours. Usually, you would've teased him for asking such a question - called him lame, and maybe flicked his forehead, but not tonight.

"Even if I called Sam 'that actor from Stranger Things?'"

"You're pushing it." You looked up at him with a teasing grin. "But yeah."

"Thanks," he said with a grin that matched yours.

You pursed your lips at him, silently asking him for a kiss, and he obliged. It was short and chaste, almost just a peck. His lips were slightly chapped and tasted like salty popcorn, but you didn't care. When you pulled back from him, his eyes were still closed as if he was trying to savor the moment. You put your head back on his chest without saying a word, even though you had plenty of ideas on ways to tease him floating around in your mind.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked after some time of silence.

"Could we just stay here for a moment?" you asked. "I'm comfortable here."

"Sure."

Even though one of Vernon's legs was falling asleep, even though he actually needed to go to the bathroom, and even though he was so tired from watching Lord of the Rings for nine hours straight, he wasn't going to move. Because you were comfortable because you were relaxed. If you felt this safe with him, that you could yell at him for not respecting your favorite film character enough and that you could fall asleep in his arms just a moment later, he was going to do everything in his power to let you keep sleeping. Maybe he wasn't as brave or as good with a sword as Aragorn, but he still wanted to protect you at all costs. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. As cheesy as it was, he really would choose one lifetime with you over facing forever alone.

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meangirls-imagines · 2 months

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So it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep and I heard you were looking for prompts for the poly!plasticsverse. So I was thinking something like pre-relationship with the reader as in The Plastics are already together and have a crush on her so they start courting her (she shares one class with each of the plastics (like one class with Regina, another with Gretchen, and another one with Karen) and lunch (obviously) but she doesn’t sit with them or anyone for that matter, maybe occasionally she’ll sit with Janis and Damian)) but she’s not acknowledging any of their advances and obviously they’re a little upset because if she doesn’t like them like that she could at least have the decency to tell them to their faces instead of ignoring them and so the three of them together decide to “confront” the reader about it where they discover reader saw all of the advances but thought she was getting played because there’s no way they could actually like her when they’re so pretty and perfect and well… plastic, and she’s… not (cue Regina getting offended at reader talking bad about herself) then the plastics proceed to explain why they like her and she finally agrees to a date with them. Bonus points if Janis finds her after with the dopiest of smiles on her face (because they kissed her cheek) and says in the most deadpan voice, “I fucking told you so, idiot”

Also don’t know what kinda head canons you’re looking for but imma just leave these here: switch!Gretchen, powerbottom!Karen, pillowprincess!Regina, and top!reader

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Make Her Ours

Description: Reader has a crush on the Plastics, who are already in an established relationship. She thinks she isn't good enough for them. Janis and Damian try to tell her otherwise but Reader doesn't believe her. The Plastics approach her at lunch and confess their feelings for Reader.

WARNINGS: fluffy, reader talking bad about herself, plastics being soft for reader.

Note: This is pre-polycule, or how our favorite polycule came to be. Aaron is still Y/N's best friend, and this is before Shane joined the group!

Y/N Y/L/N would consider herself kind of a loner.

Not really, she had one friend. And a couple of acquaintances.

Aaron, Janis, and Damian.

Aaron and Y/N had been best friends since Y/N was a sophomore. He saw her sitting alone at lunch one day and decided that he wasn't going to let that happen anymore. He walked over to her table one day and asked to sit, and the rest is history.

Flash forward to now, Y/N was sitting at lunch by herself, unaware of the stares from three specific girls burning into her.

The whole school knew the Plastics were in a relationship with one another. I mean, it was hard not to know when half of the females at the school were trying to get to be the fourth in the relationship.

They didn't want them, they wanted Y/N.

They all developed a crush on Y/N individually and when they got together they all wanted Y/N to join and make them the school's power polycule.

So, if courting was what they had to do, they were gonna do it.

Regina shared history with Y/N, so she saw the girl right after lunch. She was going to start things off for the group.

When she walked into History that day, she saw Y/N in their regular seat. Smiling, she sat down in the desk next to Y/N. Y/N looked at her and gave her a small smile before looking back at the board. The teacher droned for some of the time before allowing the students to work on their own time.

Regina took this time to try to talk to Y/N.

"So, Y/N. How are you today?" Y/N looked at the blonde skeptically. "I'm fine, Regina, how are you?" The blonde smiled, her heart melting at how adorable Y/N was. "I'm good, baby." Y/N blushed at the pet name.

Regina tried to make small talk with Y/N for the rest of the class, but Y/N was too nervous to fully engage so by the time the bell rang, Y/N quickly made her way out of the class. Regina huffed and pouted.

Maybe her girls would have better luck.

The next morning, Y/N was met by Gretchen at her locker, holding a can of Monster Energy Drink and a couple of donuts. Y/N smiled at the girl as she opened her locker.

"Hi Y/N! I got you this! I thought you might need it this morning, I know math isn't your favorite class." Y/N smiled and took the items from Gretchen. "Thanks, Gretchen. I really did need this! Shall we go to class?"

Gretchen nodded and they set off to math.

Gretchen had tried the same thing Regina did. Initiating small talk, calling Y/N pet names, but she got the same result as Regina. Y/N talked, shut down and when the bell rang, was the first person out the door.

Maybe Karen would be able to get to Y/N.

Wrong. Karen couldn't get to Y/N.

Not for a lack of trying, but she had basically told Y/N that she had a crush on her and Y/N automatically shut it down, not wanting to face the wrath of Regina for "trying to steal one of her girlfriends".

At lunch, Y/N sat with Janis and Damian since Aaron was off doing something for a class. She had told them how nice the Plastics were treating her and how Karen had told her about her crush. Janis and Damian shared a knowing look.

"Dude, they are so into you." Y/N looked at Janis shocked. "W-what? No. No, they aren't." Damian looked at the girl smirking. "Yeah. They are. I mean, Regina approached you first, Gretchen got you an energy drink and breakfast even though you didn't ask, and Karen basically admitted to having a crush on you!"

Y/N shook her head. "People can do nice things without having feelings for them." Janis and Damian looked at each other and burst out laughing. Y/N blushed as Janis shook her head at her.

"You're hopeless."

The next morning, Y/N found herself in the cafeteria, trying to get a little bit of last minute studying done before classes when the familiar click of heels headed towards her.

She looked up to see Karen, Gretchen, and Regina. The girl cowered under their gaze and blushed. "Hi guys?" Regina sat next to Y/N. "Can we talk to you about something?"

Y/N nodded as the other two sat across from her. Gretchen started. "We were wondering if you wanted to go on a date with us. Maybe tonight?" Y/N sat in shock. "W-what?" Karen smiled. "We wanna take you on a date! It'll be so much fun."

Y/N shook her head. "No, I heard you, I'm just confused." Regina looked at the girl with curious eyes. "What do you mean? Why are you confused?" Y/N shrugged and casually said. "I'm me."

The girls looked at each other confused. "Yeah? That's why we wanna go out with you? I'm confused." Y/N looked at Gretchen. "You could have anyone else in the school, I'm nothing special. I can't compare to you guys."

The girls frowned. Why was Y/N talking like this?

Regina gently grabbed Y/N's hand. "Baby, don't talk about yourself like that. You're an amazing human being. You're always so nice and you always help people when they need it. We want to take you out on this date because we all are starting to fall for you. How could we not? Will you please let us show you how amazing you are?"

Y/N felt their heart melt at the blonde's words. She looked at Karen and Gretchen who looked at Y/N adoringly. Y/N nodded. "Yeah. I'll go on this date with you guys." The girls squealed in delight. "Okay! We'll pick you up at 6! Dress casual."

Y/N nodded as Regina kissed her cheek. Blush spread across Y/N's face, only getting deeper when Karen and Gretchen kissed the same cheek. The girls left Y/N sitting at the table with a tomato-red face and a dopey smile on her lips.

Not long after the girls left, Janis joined Y/N at the table. She looked at the girl confused. "You okay, Y/N? You're a little red." Y/N nodded and whispered. "They asked me on a date."

Janis looked at the girl even more confused. "What did you say, Y/N?" Y/N spoke louder. "They asked me on a date." Janis was about to ask who when her brain clicked. She smirked at Y/N and patted her back.

"I told you so, dumbass."

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #mean girls imagines #poly!plasticsverse

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vcnillazelda · 1 year

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hello! i'm pretty sure your requests are open but i'm not sure if your write for all the cod characters if possible could you write for a reader who does beauty pageants/is a beauty queen and is really famous because of it. Thank you!!!!!

ghost team/141 with a beauty queen s/o

tags: established relationships, reunions, fluff, jealousy, talks of death/kidnapping, no actual death or gore, general chaos

characters: simon, johnny, gaz, price, alejandro, rudy, farah

a/n: this wasn’t exactly specific so i’m assuming it’s their s/o, i’m sorry if that’s wrong 😭

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ghost

he never actually talks about you

if word got out at all he knows he’d be putting you in danger

so everyone in his squadron is surprised when they touch down and a beautiful woman is standing there

they’re immediately gossiping, accusing each other of holding back on a relationship status- no attention lands on simon

johnny genuinely thinks you’re gaz’s girlfriend due to how young and vibrant you look (which mildly offends simon- is he saying he looks old 😭)

gaz on the other hand thinks you could be dating alex or rudy- who immediately gets flustered whereas alex laughs and said he wishes

this annoys simon, so he walks away from them, towards you. no one seemed to notice- but when you call simon’s name excitedly and fling your arms around him they’re all stunned

johnny SPRINTS over, wanting to meet you and tease his friend- simon punches him in the arm

“you’re beautiful by the way, i’m johnny. so how long have you been seeing this grumpy ass- ow!”

simon rolls his eyes, whereas you shook johnny’s hand and met all his colleagues

of course, they all complimented you, giving you wide smiles and sweet words

simon feels a spark of jealousy, protectiveness- he wants to pull you away but that would be extremely out of character

you notice simon’s discomfort and hold onto his arm, deciding on telling them the basics such as your name, occupation, how long you’d been seeing simon and the fact you were his fiance

johnny and gaz go wild- literally trying to get more information- yet price pulls them back

“sorry about them. have a nice evening, ma’am. you too, si’.” he smiles, and simon finally gets to leave

pampers you over you pampering him- he loves taking care of you

washing your hair, cooking for you, all that domestic stuff drives him wild <3

will only allow you to give him a massage when he’s half asleep, lord knows he needs one- but he will allow you to wash the fading face paint from around his eyes and press kisses along his lips and face

he’s very happy to be back with you, hugging you tightly and swaying with you

if you came home with another trophy from a pageant he’ll congratulate you then say sorry for missing it- so many kisses, he’s so proud!!

johnny

OH MY GOD THIS BOY LOVES YOU SO MUCH

will NOT stop talking about you

shows many pictures of you to the team- they think he’s lying 😭

simon teases him about having a ‘fake girlfriend’

gets so defensive of you, if someone even tries to say your images are ‘photoshopped’ he goes off on one saying how they haven’t met you and how you’re really pretty!

as soon as he can, he gets you to meet his friends :)

he hates feeling like he’s leaving you out of things when he goes out with colleagues, so he finally brought you along when your schedule was clear and literally everyone nearly fainted from shock

“so johnny wasn’t lying, huh?” “seems that way.”

he’s so prideful- HE pulled YOU, he’s so proud and loves you so much

keeps an arm around your waist, leans into you, kisses your cheek- loves pda

he makes sure to watch EVERY single one of your pageants- he gets upset at other models trying to one up you

the others just thought he was really into it because he has 3 older sisters, but they didn’t actually know it was you in them so they were really mean about it 😭

LOVES helping you pick out costumes or outfits, LOVES IT

will beg to do your makeup- he was used as a model for his sister’s stuff when he was younger so he knows the basics about makeup

it’s a little sloppy tho, he doesn’t practice so you’ll look a little… off

if you had to join some sort of reality tv style beauty show, he will kick EVERYONE out of the rec room to watch every episode and records every episode he misses on his phone 🫶

he loves you so much and is so supportive

gaz

he’s only open about it if people ask him if he’s dating anyone

so of course, johnny being johnny, asks one day

“hey are you seeing anyone?” / “oh yeah, my girlfriend back homes waiting on me.”/ “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US????” / “no one asked..?”

when he shows everyone a picture of you, they’re all so shocked

“y/n l/n??? are you sure?!” “nice try kid, she’s a literal celebrity” type attitudes all around

he silently plots to prove them all wrong

texts you asking to meet him when his mission is over ‘because he misses you’ when in reality he wants to rub it in his friends’ faces- he’s so mischievous

as soon as johnny sees you he trips and falls out the jeep- he thought he saw a ghost or smth

“baby!” you grin, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug. he twirls you around as you kiss his cheeks saying that you missed him

“i missed you too. come meet my friends.” he’s so sweet

smug little smile as you talk to everyone, holding your hand, eyeing each of their surprised faces with pride

his plan worked perfectly and he was in such a good mood

anyway- as a general lover, gaz is so sweet

he’s got some spare cash- so he likes to spoil you

literally loves buying you dresses or makeup palettes and accessories, even if you can buy it yourself

adores your pageants- doesn’t understand them, but watches them anyway just to see you smile

if you get all ‘oh don’t look at me, i haven’t got ready yet’ type of person, he puts a whole ass rule on the house saying you’re not allowed to dress up fancy- he wants to see you however you look because he loves you no matter what <3

price

is very secretive. more than simon. doesn’t want you getting tracked down, linked to him or worse

comes home silently in the dead of night and kisses your face gently

you wake up when he gets in bed, rolling over and hugging him tightly.

“you should of told me you got home” / “no, no. it’s okay. i don’t want anyone affiliated with me seeing you… you’re too precious.”

so protective, when someone recognises you in public he’s got a hand on your lower back- if anyone asks about him you literally just flat out say he’s your husband (because he is), as much as he doesn’t like it

he understands you may want to be public about your relationship, but he doesn’t want the wrong people seeing it and coming after you- it’s his worse nightmare

he’s literally had nightmares of you dying, is so paranoid sometimes that he forgets to relax and spend time with you

as badly as he wants to keep it under wraps… he loves you too much. if you wanna go to dinner, he takes you. wanna go shopping? sure, where do you wanna go?

loves pampering you, like the others, but his pampering is much more personal or gentlemanly (not that the others aren’t) he loves showering with you, zipping up the back of your dress, holding the door for you, etc

literally the definition of gentleman, he loves doing things for you

calls you beautiful and gorgeous every time he sees you

can’t always watch your pageants because he’s such a busy man, but he does his best- he definitely forgets everyone’s names and does not understand anything

alejandro

you were a big face in las almas, but no one in his life other than you, his and your families and rudy knew about him being your husband

johnny saw your face on a billboard modelling something and immediately was like “she’s so pretty omg??”

alejandro grew very jealous, but understood people would react that way to you a lot considering you’re a beauty queen

like price, he keeps everything under tight secret- he’s dealing with a literal cartel, he can’t say a peep about you in any presence in case the wrong person hears it- your life is literally on the line

when he’s home with you, gives you gentle kisses and hushed words on how much he loves you

as much as he wants a normal life, he can’t take you out to places, el sin nombre has eyes and ears everywhere and if the cartel were to see you it would mark you as a target immediately- however, he does want to take care of you and give you a semi-normal life

he goes out, buys takeout for you, little gifts, ect

loves how your eyes light up when you see him, it’s what he lives for

doesn’t get to watch any pageants you’re in, but loves hearing you talk about them and you’re experiences

hugs you tightly at night, he’s so protective and silently scared- he doesn’t want you to get hurt. his worse nightmare is waking up and you’re dead or missing

such a clingy lover, he’s so romantic too. he wants you to know he genuinely loves you

brings rudy around sometimes, it’s always lovely because you and rudy are like best friends (i.e sneaking off to plot a prank whilst alejandro is terrified thinking something happened to you)

he adores making homemade food for you, it’s one of his passions, not to mention his food is amazing and it’s the least he can do for you

gets so involved in any gossip you have, literally sits on the couch with you gossiping and expressing his feelings on the situation/drama

will repeat the gossip to rudy on missions because he’s awful with drama, loves talking about it (in mexican spanish so the others don’t really understand it)

rudy

same as alejandro, he’s petrified something could happen to you

unlike alejandro, he loves going out to places with you

he’s a pushover too, if you wanted to go on a day out for your anniversary, he’s all there

keeps his pistol on him because he doesn’t want any trouble and wants to protect you

calls you his mariposa (butterfly) because he thinks butterflies are beautiful like you :,) <3

avid cuddler, yet he’s the one on your chest, head resting on you as you talk about all the drama going on with other models/beauty queens

adores you, stares at you with lovesick eyes because you’re just so pretty!!

doesn’t have a lot of money, but saves up a lot to buy you nice things :)

he’s reluctant, but after johnny nagging him he introduces you to the team- much to alejandro’s disapproval because he’s like your older brother and wants to protect both you and rudy

rudy will one hundred percent spend some time in and out of missions looking at pictures of you, you fuel him and give him a reason to fight to survive when he’s away

one hundred percent has a locket with your picture in it- the picture is of the two of you on your first anniversary with rudy smiling brightly and you kissing his cheek- but he isn’t stupid and leaves it at base just in case anything happened to him

watches your pageants on his phone, absorbs every drop of information so he can talk about it with you either on the phone or when he gets home

he’s such a dedicated lover too, spend so much time with you because you’re his favourite person :)

farah

gushes about you around base

like literally brags

“yeah that’s cool alex, but have you seen my girlfriend?” / “yes. as a matter of fact we all have”

rerun nights? rerun nights

will rewatch everything you’ve been in with you, face masks, junk food- she wants you to be a normal person outside of your ‘beauty queen standards’ that the company you’re under force onto you

never expects you to uphold those standards around her, she loves you and wants to let you be yourself <3

adores how you look no matter what- her gallery is full of candid shots of you and selfies of the two of you

nights out!!!! loves going out with you, especially if alex comes along because you guys are a triple threat

if you’re not from urzikstan like her, she wants to introduce you to her culture and wants you to do the same, loves cooking traditional meals for you and wants to know everything about your country

her wallet has pictures of you two in a photo booth, it’s her favourite things to show everyone around her

she CRAVES that domestic life with you, but also craves the chaos that comes with your fame

wanna chase paparazzi?? she’s leading the charge and will bark at people- she’s going the full mile

the public love her, they literally adore you two

interacts with your fans a lot too :) she loves watching them go wild when you post a pic of the two of you on a date night

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ticklygiggles · 4 months

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A date worth remembering| Zayne x Reader

Collab with @otomiyaa

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! We're early for this one but we wrote it in like one day *applause* we love our doctor that much 😍 we hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: Chocolate? Check. Gift? Check. Food? Check. A clueless boyfriend? Check! All ready for the perfect Valentine's day!

Words: 2k

You felt a little silly. Your cheeks were red and your heart was about to jump out of your chest as you made your way to Akso Hospital. Night had already fallen over Linkon City, but the streets still looked very alive and vibrant. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple holding hands, hugging and even sharing kisses in the middle of the street, causing your already reddened cheeks to get even hotter.

Flowers, chocolates, balloons and heart-shaped decorations filled the restaurants around. It was that big celebration again: Valentine's day. You couldn't say you'd ever been drawn to that particular celebration. Thousands of other more important things were running through your head most of the time, but... now Valentine's Day didn't feel so foreign to you.

With your free hand, you covered the silly but huge smile that stretched your lips. On your other hand, you carried a plastic bag with two lunchboxes, food warm and ready to serve; in your bag were two boxes: a heart-shaped one filled with truffles and dark chocolate. The other, a small rectangular box with a pen with a certain doctor's name engraved on it. It was your first time celebrating Valentine's day, you couldn't help but go a bit overboard.

Your voice sounded funny as you checked in at the reception. They had gotten used to you popping in unannounced, being Dr. Zayne’s partner. You were allowed access and made your way by yourself to his office. You couldn’t wait to see his response… Giggling and humming to yourself, you ended up in front of his door, and you breathed in.

“Alright then,” you whispered, raising your hand to knock on the door. Right at that moment, the timing magical and so funny, the door opened and Zayne showed up. He looked at you and your raised hand, and then moved back into his office.

“Great timing. I was about to go catch some lunch.” He walked back inside, letting you stumble in with your luggage. You were used to your boyfriend being such an ice queen.

“You? Lunch, at a regular time?” you asked.

Zayne shrugged. “I remember a certain someone promising me to eat lunch normally if I did too, so I’ve got to set an example,” he said kindly. You smiled and put the bags down beside his desk.

“Well, good thing I planned my visit just right then. I have something for you, of course,” you said, reaching inside the bag and taking out the chocolates first. You handed the box to him, and he accepted it with a frown on his face.

“Thank you? You know I don't usually eat sweets, but thank you for choosing dark chocolate..." Zayne said, turning the box over and carefully reading the ingredients label. “However, is there any particular reason why you're giving me this? … Is it my birthday? Isn't it during summer?”

You blinked a couple of times, staring at him. He actually looked confused, his eyes looking at the box carefully and then turning to look at your eyes. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his expression. You expected nothing less from Zayne, he obviously wasn't going to remember that today was Valentine's Day - it really would have been surprising if he had remembered.

“What is so funny?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he opened the box to take a chocolate.

You giggled, cleaning a gleeful tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh, Zayne… I'm really hurt.”

That caught his attention. He quickly raised his head and looked at you with slightly widened eyes. You weren't upset that he had forgotten, you expected that to happen, but that didn't mean you couldn't act a little offended, right?

“Did I do something?”

“Do you know what day it is, Dr. Zayne?” you asked playfully.

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Date?”

“February 14th,” he said, and you could see his facial expression change as he said it. He wasn’t that stupid.

“Oh.”

He turned his head, looking just the slightest bit embarrassed. He was so cute. You strode towards him and grabbed the chocolate box that was still in his hands.

“You are in a relationship with me, and forgot about Valentine’s Day?” you asked him teasingly. He put only a little bit of effort in keeping the chocolate box as a shield in front of himself, but you managed to take it away and put it on his desk as you dragged a chair to sit beside him.

“I was busy,” Zayne explained.

“So was I,” you hummed. “Mission after mission, but looking forward to this day,” you said, rubbing his stomach fondly through his doctor's suit. Zayne shuddered and caught your hand.

“Don’t,” he warned, but you continued to wiggle your fingers.

“Don’t what?”

There was no way he would say it, but the light pink hue spreading across his cheeks only made you feel more playful. Your mind convinced you that he needed to be lovingly punished for his cute mistake. Leaning in closer to him, noses almost touching, one of your hands sneakily moved to his side and your fingers gently wiggled against his flank.

Zayne gasped and he jerked. “You– I am sorry, it r-reheally slipped my m-mihind- stohohop that!” A giggle escaped his lips when he felt soft wiggly fingers on both his sides, climbing up towards his ribs.

“Hmm? Stop what?” You tease, smiling warmly at him; the corner of his lips trembled, stubbornly trying not to smile. “Why are you so squirmy? After not remembering it is Valentine's day, now you don't want me to be close to you? Don't you think you're being too rude, Dr. Zayne?”

Zayne shook his head, trying to avoid facing you as he tried to push your hands away from his body, but a squeeze to that tender spot underneath his ribs had him letting out a strangled sound that made you giggle.

“Oh? Could it be that Dr. Zayne here is ticklish? Or maybe it's just some reflexes?”

“I’m nohohot - wait ahahah!” He turned and twisted clumsily, positioned awkwardly against his desk while you continued to tickle him. You gasped dramatically.

“You’re not? Were you going to lie to me too, on top of everything else? I’m so hurt,” you said, grinning like an idiot as you continued to observe the sweet expression on his beautiful face. Even from the funniest joke, Zayne wouldn’t ever laugh the way he did right now. Tickling was like magic, so you couldn’t help but find the smallest excuses to make your lover laugh.

“Ahahalright, that’s enough!” Zayne laughed. You cocked your head.

“I don’t understand,” you whined, your hands lowering to dig into his hips, making him jerk and jump adorably.

“I’m sohorry!” he laughed. “I forgohohot!” Zayne laughed. You didn’t even consider tickling him into an apology, but if he was going to be like this anyway…

“Didn’t quite catch that,” you said, pinching his cute hips again. Zayne let out the most adorable little cackle.

“I’m sorry I forgohohot Vahaha-Valentine’s Dahahay!”

“Are you really sorry, Dr. Zayne?” You grinned, leaning so close to his laughing face. “Don't forget I haven't used my special weapon yet,” you teased, your hands moving behind him, your fingers gliding across his lower back, making Zayne gasp sharply and jump forwards, your noses now definitely touching.

“I truhuhuly am sohohorry!” He laughed, his arms suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. You blinked in surprise, your hands stopping before you wrapped your arms around him too, squeezing him tightly as he laughed breathlessly against your ear.

How could you deny him a hug when he was letting you listen to that wonderful sound he could only do? Zayne's laughter was definitely the best gift for any occasion. How could you not forgive him?

“Did you learn your lesson, Dr. Zayne?” You asked, kissing his shoulder. “I'm sure you won't ever forget about it, hmm?”

Zayne sighed, finally breathing normally. He nuzzled your neck with his nose and you giggled, pressing yourself closer to him.

“Even though I was laughing against my will,” he said, playfully biting your neck and making you gasp. “My apologies were sincere. I am also sorry because I didn't get you a present… dinner's on me next time.”

You hummed, the most ridiculous grin pulling at your lips. “That's okay, Zayne. I kinda knew you wouldn't remember it. I know you that well.”

“...” He leaned back to look at you. “And yet you decided to tickle me?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It was your punishment!”

“I see,” he said, nodding slowly. You held your breath when he gave the most intense stare for a few seconds. He then let go of you and moved towards your bag.

“So did you bring anything else, or will we have chocolate for lunch?” he asked. You breathed out. For a moment you thought he was going into revenge mode.

“There’s lunch of course. A healthy one. Warm.”

“Did you pack it well? I hope it didn’t get cold,” Zayne said. You nodded proudly.

“The way I pack it, it never gets cold,” you said. Zayne hummed.

“Good. Then we have a little more time.” Suddenly he had both hands on you, and you jumped up in a wave of surprise and panic as he started to tickle you.

“Hohohold on! Zahahayne!” You tried to make your escape, but he pulled you back.

Zayne held you firmly against his chest, one arm wrapped around your back, his fingers sneaking under your arm from behind as his other hand clawed at your ribs and then quickly moved to your hips. You laughed against his chest, your cheeks flushing at the thought of someone hearing your laughter.

“Uhuhunfahahair! UHFAHAHAIR!” You cackle, trying to push him away, but it was useless, he had you trapped. “Why ahahare you tihihickling mehehe?!”

Zayn chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. “Well, you tickled me first, I guess I'm just returning the favor… you also took away my chocolate. That was mean, don't you think?”

You shook your head, shrieking and laughing as he tickled you mercilessly. How dare he?! He was the one who forgot but he still tickled you?! How was that fair? You wanted to ask him, but you were too busy laughing your head off and the only word that came out of your mouth was his name.

“Yes, yes,” he said calmly as he lifted your arm a little so he could bury his hand properly under it. “I am right here. You don't need to call me anymore.”

You were blushing so much it felt like your cheeks were on fire. “Plehehease! Nohoho!” you whined tiredly when his fingers wouldn’t let you rest for one second.

“Why not?” Zayne asked, his voice soothing. You shut your eyes and squirmed in his tight embrace.

“It tihihickles,” you laughed, slowly losing strength in your voice and body to protest already. To think you stood the best chances against the strongest Wanderers, yet just a little bit of tickling from Zayne and there was nothing you could do.

“Good.” Zayne’s hand that was tickling your ribs had dropped further down and moved under your clothes where he rubbed your bare tummy lovingly. You couldn’t help but feel blessed and tortured at the same time, relaxing in his hold.

“Shall we have lunch then?” Zayne finally said, slowing down his tickle attack but not entirely stopping it yet. You nodded quickly.

“Y-yehehes,” you giggled.

“What did you say?” Ah, he even returned your own teases to you, acting as if he didn’t hear it well.

“Yes!” you squeaked and he chuckled, finally stopping his playful assault. You collapsed against him, breathing heavy and giggling softly. “You're s-soho mehean, Dr. Zayne,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with a little pout. “You truly don't deserve me, I'm too good for you.”

Zayne laughed softly and kissed your rosy cheek. “Yes, yes. I don't deserve you,” he said, rolling his eyes and kissing your forehead.

“You don't deserve the other gift I have for you either,” you said nonchalantly, slowly moving away to take the lunchboxes out.

Zayn arched an eyebrow and he discreetly looked around, trying to find that other gift. You grinned.

“Did I make our doctor feel a bit curious?” You teased, placing the lunchbox in front of Zayne, who blushed slightly at your words, but refused to say anything. “You truly don't deserve it, but…,” you said, grabbing your bag and pulling out the little box. “I hope you like this, Zayne.”

Zayne grabbed the box, but he didn't open it immediately. He stared at it, perhaps a little too shy and you smiled warmly.

“Hey, it's okay, love” you said, placing a loving hand against his thigh. “You can open it. Don't worry about anything! You already gave me a beautiful gift.” He frowned and you playfully poked his ribs, making him gasp. “Your laugh and also your time.”

Zayne stared at you before chuckling softly. “You're so corny.” He opened the box, and he paused for a moment before taking out the pen.

“....That’s…” You hoped you weren’t making him feel burdened, so you quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Do you like it?” you asked. Zayne turned his head and smiled at you. Without answering, he pulled you closer and kissed your lips. Ah, so that was a big yes. You melted into the kiss and whined a little when he pulled apart.

“I truly don't deserve you,” he said and you giggled, kissing his nose.

“Don't be silly,” you said, feeling your cheeks flushing. “Now, let's eat before our lunch really gets cold! I'm sure you'll love it. It's soooo healthy! It even has-

“Carrots…”

“Hmm? Oh! I think that's m-mi-ahahaha! No! Nohoho! Wahahait!”

You could barely get another word out as a very vengeful yet sweet and charming Doctor Zayne renewed his tickly revenge, and you couldn’t help but love him for it. Well… It was definitely a Valentine’s Day with remembering!

#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #love and deepspace tickling #zayne x reader #zayne #reader #ticklish!Zayne #ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #mia's things #mia's collaborations #collab

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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Nipple Piercing Tragedy

You get a nipple piercing and Abby gets excited. And then upset (in a totally cute way).

Minors don't interact!!!! This is an adult work meant for adults, I'm really uncomfortable with anyone younger than 18 reading this, so please move on.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, smut. Abby is a tits girl here. Fingering (r! receiving), thigh riding (Abby! receiving), non-sexual tits obsession I guess?

I've had an idea a few days ago about reader getting a nipple piercing and how hot Abby'd find it but then I remembered how fucking long it takes to heal and I got a completely different silly idea. And then this idea derailed into me writing smut.

Also, I never would have thought in my english non-native life I'd be googling the difference between tits and boobs, but here I am. (still don't know if there is a difference though)

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"I want to get a nipple piercing." You said to Abby and her head perked up from your chest.

"That's hot. And painful." Abby put her hand on one of your boobs, squeezing just slightly.

"I don't mind pain." You shrugged, not even fazed by Abby's hand: she really did treat your boobs like stress balls.

So you got your piercing - it hurt, but not as much as you expected, but as your piercer went through the care guide, you got a little nervous. You knew before it would take a long time to heal, but as you listened to your piercer your mind went "oh-oh", because Abby would definitely get upset.

So you went home, did all necessary cleaning procedures, put the bra on and waited for Abby. She was very excited when she got home, asking you to show her and tell her everything and you decided not to spoil her fun immediately.

"God you look hot." Abby couldn't move her eyes away from your nipples. "How long is the recovery?"

"The full recovery takes about a year." You said and Abby's face dropped. "But you're not allowed to touch them for a month. And I have to sleep in my bra."

God Abby looked like a kicked puppy, sad and pleading, and you felt sorry for her, so you kissed her forehead as she hugged you.

"So no titty time?" She asked, absolutely devastated.

"No titty time." You sighed sympathetically.

"Fuck if I knew I would have spent the whole night saying goodbye."

"You're silly." You laughed as you started to put your clothes on under the saddest puppy eyes ever. Abby was downright pouting and you felt helpless but in a "my child is upset that there's no sun during the night" way.

"You took away my titty time." Abby said as she crossed her arms on her chest, truly offended.

"Maybe it's my turn for titty time, hm?" You said, eyeing her chest.

"It's not the same." Abby pouted more as she watched you move closer to her.

You sat in her lap and kissed her face with small pecks until she smiled.

"Feel better?" You asked as her hands snaked around your waist, pressing you closer. "Ouch." You yelped in pain as your chests collided.

"Fuck, sorry." Abby said and loosened her grip on you before she kissed you.

The next week was hard. You didn't even notice how often Abby was touching your boobs until you had to remind that she couldn't.

You went to sleep? Abby's hands were on your boobs.

"What the fuck? Bra?"

"Yeah, I have to sleep in it. And move your hand back on my waist." Abby sighed and moved her hand as you told her.

You watching a movie? Abby'd find her way to your chest on instinct and stop only when you'd catch her hand.

"You can hurt me, remember?" You murmured and Abby nodded, obediently moving her hand back to your tummy.

Well, at least during movie times she substituted for your tummy, kneading your flesh just as she'd knead your boobs before the whole Nipple Piercing Tragedy ™.

During sex? That was the time Abby suffered most because you were in a fucking bra, she couldn't even look at them! She'd kiss your stomach and your ribs because she couldn't get the real thing and then take her frustrations between your legs until you were a shaking mess. Not that you complained, but it did feel like a revenge campaign, the vigour and effort she put into making you cum.

Sometimes people would ask Abby why she was so quiet and she'd reply that she was waiting for her wives to return from war, and you'd laugh, slightly embarrassed. And then fully embarrassed when Abby'd clarify "(y/n) got her nipples pierced" with the saddest look. Usually it'd make people laugh while you'd cover your face with a hand in embarrassment.

The thing was: you've missed Abby's hands on your boobs too. You've gotten so used to her hugging you with one hand on your chest, or her head constantly on your chest. Abby would even sit just so she could be the optimal height for putting her head on your boobs, burying her face in them.

So after two weeks you gave up. The swelling stopped and it wasn't as painful anymore, so you decided you could do some good for both of you. You checked your piercing, satisfied with how it was healing - no more dried blood for a few days now - and went to the living room where Abby was playing the video game.

"Abby."

"Yeah?" Abby asked without looking at you.

"Go wash your hands. Properly." You ordered.

Abby paused the game and looked at you, puzzled.

"With soap." You added. Abby was still confused, but she listened and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

While she was washing her hands, you took off your shirt and a bra, sitting on the couch half naked. Abby came back from the bathroom and stopped in her tracks as she saw you without clothes.

"(y/n)?"

"You can touch them. But very carefully, okay?"

Abby's eyes lit up and she bolted to you, crossing the distance almost running. She sat opposite of you, her hands already on your thighs, slowly crawling up.

"Was I a good girl, Santa?" Abby asked with a smirk when she carefully cupped your tits, not touching your nipples.

"Fuck you, Anderson." You laughed and closed your eyes, enjoying Abby's gentle touch as she massaged your boobs. You didn't plan on it being any prelude to sex, but fuck Abby's hands felt good. "I've missed it so much."

"Me too." Abby chuckled. "Can I kiss?"

"Yeah." You sighed, watching in anticipation as Abby leaned down, but then- "Wait. Your hair."

"Ah shit." Abby sat up and made a bun before laying you down on the couch. "I feel fucking blessed." She said as she was staring down at your chest, her fingers just slightly digging into your boobs.

You inhaled sharply and Abby looked at you, waiting for you to tell her if she hurt you.

"Feels good." You whispered, heat pooling in your underwear.

Abby looked at you with wide eyes and then she kissed you, hard and dirty, immediately opening your mouth with her tongue. She was desperate, hungry, starving for reactions she could get out of you just by touching your boobs.

You put your hands against her, not letting Abby's shirt touch your nipples, keeping the distance - you already experienced things tugging on your jewelry and let it be known how fucking painful it was, so you weren't taking chances with it.

Abby pulled away and moved down, getting comfortable between your thighs as she mouthed on your tits, avoiding your piercing. She missed it so much, being able to make you feel good like that, being able to touch you like that, listening to your heavy breathing and watching your face relaxed in pleasure as she kissed and sucked and touched the softest part of your body, her favourite part. Yeah, Abby liked when you were loud and trembling under her, but like this? Cosy, quiet and relaxed? Shit, this was precious, this was a testament to your love for each other.

"Abby." You inhaled when one of her hands moved down, just at the waistband of your pants. Abby looked up at you.

"Yeah? What is it, (y/n)?" She pushed her hand into your pants, her fingers immediately finding your clit. She watched your lashes flutter as you closed your eyes and she couldn't help but smirk: it was so easy to make you feel good.

"Fuck." You sighed and swallowed loudly. Abby smiled and put her mouth back on your tits as she slowly circled your clit, gentle and not rushing anywhere.

You put your hand on her head, caressing her hair, a little sorry her hair was tied and you weren't able to weave your fingers in her locks. Abby was taking her sweet time with you, her kisses long and just shy out of hickeys as she sucked on your skin so gently, her fingers keeping a steady pace on your clit, slowly but surely building up your orgasm.

And then Abby moved her fingers down and slowly pushed two inside you, enjoying the stretch and the heat, but most importantly how you bit your lip and furrowed in pleasure - you looked so pretty like this, trusting and soft. And this long high sound you made when she pushed inside you - that sound was rewiring Abby's brain every time. Abby moved up again to kiss you while she thrusted her fingers into you, your trembling hands on her chest.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispered and kissed your neck, leaving a hickey on your collarbones. She kissed you again and you moaned quietly into her mouth as her fingers curled just right inside you.

You stroked her waist and put your hand under her shirt, touching all of this gorgeous skin and soft muscles until you got to her boobs so you could cup them carefully. Abby sighed and her fingers lost their pace for a second, and she looked at you, wide-eyed.

You put your other hand on her hip, trying to move her, but Abby Anderson was fucking immovable at all times, which was hot and infuriating at the same time.

"Put your thigh between mine." You panted as you took her shirt off, enjoying the view. "You're fucking gorgeous." You whispered shakily.

Abby chuckled and put her thigh between yours just as you said, but even the changing in position didn't break her pace, her fingers moving in and out of you. It felt so good and you almost forgot what you wanted to do, lost in your pleasure - but you remembered and lifted you thigh up. Abby suddenly stopped as she felt your thigh pressing between her legs, and her breathing became quick and heavy.

Abby rocked on your thigh and pushed her fingers deep inside you at the same time, making you moan. You liked when she did that: pacing her fingers with her grinding, like it was her thrusting into you, not her fingers. Abby fondled your tit with her free hand, as she watched you with dark, lustful eyes, her mouth slightly open in adoration.

You watched her in return, because she was fucking divine like that, so concentrated on making you feel good, serious despite the pink blush on her face, her hips moving as if her own pleasure was an afterthought.

And then Abby moved her thumb to circle your clit, her fingers speeding up as well as her hips, and you were gone. You whimpered in surprise and arched your back, your orgasm suddenly so close and so intense. Abby smirked and sped up more, her fingers no longer as gentle as before, and you stopped breathing, digging your fingers in her hips, looking at Abby with big glossy eyes as your orgasm hit you like a violent sea wave, destroying you completely. You moaned loudly and shuddered, your thighs trembling, and Abby smiled at you, watching you with hungry eyes. Watching you cum was like watching the sunset - breathtaking every time. She didn't stop moving, letting you ride the aftershocks as your walls pulsated around her fingers.

“Holy shit.” You whispered in a shaky voice, your whole body shuddering. “Holy fuck, Abby.” You swallowed and took a few breaths, while Abby slowly pulled her fingers back, chuckling when your hips twitched and you yelped, sensitive.

You looked up at Abby and felt the second wave of lust hit you: she looked fucked out already and it awoke some hungry monster in you.

“You need to move, baby, come on.” You used your hands to push on Abby's hips and move her, breaking the spell she was under. You needed her to cum.

Abby moaned and continued riding your thigh as you watched her, touching her stomach and her tits, rolling her nipples between your fingers gently. Abby was pretty like this, chasing her own pleasure, her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her bun ruined and her blonde hair pooling between her neck and the shoulder. Like a fucking painting, you thought. Abby moved her hands to your waist to get more leverage, pressing you down into the couch as she pushed on your thigh with more force. Her movements became erratic, so you helped her keep the pace, moving her hips back and forth until Abby froze and groaned helplessly, her hands squeezing your waist painfully as she twitched through her orgasm. You watched her, trying to sear her pretty face in your memory.

Abby panted as her orgasm ebbed away and you smiled at her. She lied down on top of you, her head on your stomach, as both of you tried to even out your breathing.

“So is my titty time back?”

“Yeah.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Sugar daddy!Steve Harrington... except he’s actually just a massive simp who has a crush on you, and doesn’t even realise you two are already dating, that you like him back. Whenever you eye something up though in a shop his heart just goes !!! Because he’s like “you like that? Here! No no on me! Of course, bab- uhhh, of course! Here ya go! It probably didn’t wanna go home by- with anyone else anyway.” He’s actually such a flustered mess around you, and buying you gifts makes him so so happy! Plus he’s got the money for it. You actually might think he’ll faint when you sneak him into the changing room with him. Especially when you inform him you two are actually dating. Did he not realise this was literally a date? You asked him out and he said yes a week ago. You’re putting on a dress he’s buying for you in this cramped changing room, of course you two are togeth- oh you’re gonna have to catch him he’s going down

One thing that you've learned about Steve since the start of your relationship is that he's very respectful. Hell, he hasn't even tried to kiss you yet, but he showers you in whatever pretty things you lay your eyes on. You're not sure if he thinks he has to buy your love, but you think he'll kiss you when he's ready, and you're not complaining about the gifts in the meantime.

You're hoping he kisses you now, though. You're topless in a cramped dressing room, about to slip on a lacy bralette. You'll almost be a little offended if he doesn't kiss you.

It doesn't look like it'll happen anytime soon, though. He's pink-cheeked and staring at his shoes, hunched over so that your body isn't even in his peripheral.

"Steve," You wrestle with the clasp of the bralette in the back, wishing it was a slip-on instead, "Can you help me?"

"Uh- yeah!" He nods cheerily, even if he doesn't raise his head to look at you, "Whatcha need?"

"It won't clasp," You lament, "Can you do it for me?"

He freezes.

"Oh," He mumbles, daring to glance up at your face, and only your face in the mirror, eyes starting at the ceiling and trailing down until he catches your eyes just to be safe, "Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"Of course," You gush, watching curiously as he stands, carefully reaching for each side of the bralette on his way up, "You're my boyfriend, Stevie, you're allowed to touch me."

There's no warning before he trips, shoe jammed hastily into place instead of carefully trod on. He tries so hard not to kick your own foot that he rams his into the side of the dressing room, and falls forwards into your back. If you're being honest, you'd have thought he would kiss you before burying his face in your naked back, but again, you aren't complaining. There's something exciting about being jammed against the wall of a dressing room by your boyfriend.

"Sorry, sorry!" He splutters, his face hot against your skin as he tries tearing himself away from you. He doesn't get far in the small space, though, hovering behind you with his hands against the wall to keep his weight off of you.

"It's okay," You start, more nervous than you are upset, "Are you-?"

"You said boyfriend?" He cuts in, eyes wide as they stare into yours through the mirror to your left. "Are we- am I... we're dating? I'm your boyfriend?"

"Stevie," You gush, turning around even though it's difficult in the small space. You cup his burning cheeks, angling his face to yours, "You didn't think we were? This whole time?"

"No. No!" He shakes his head, his hair flopping over his eyes at the vigorous gesture, "'Cause- I mean, you never asked, or- or said anything about dating, and I just-"

"Steve," You repeat, scolding now, "I asked you out last week! And today! Why do you think we're in a dressing room together while I try on lingerie?"

"That's why I wasn't looking!" He whisper-shouts, conscious of the other dressing rooms around you, "I- I didn't wanna creep on you!"

"Steve," You seem to be a broken record, but the repeated calls of his name make his heart soar. You've got a dreamy grin on your face and when you lean in to press your pink-glossed lips to his cheek he thinks he'll die, "You're so sweet. We're dating, you're my boyfriend. That is," Your face dims slightly, "If you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yeah," He breathes, glancing over at the mirror to see his cheek, stamped with a pretty pink kiss mark, "Yeah, I really want to be your boyfriend."

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night-market-if · 2 months

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Helloo, while I agree with you that Milo is also a victim, I also think that the other anons are also justified in feeling that way about him. I'm really sorry if I'm wrong, but the way you reply to other people's thoughts, about things that you don't have the same opinion on, feels like you're telling them that they are wrong to feel that way.

Let's unpack this for a minute. Because I think this is a great opportunity.

I am not invalidating that anyone has an opinion. They are allowed to have an opinion. And, if they approached me like you just did, I would most likely respond to that opinion in a constructive way. But someone messaging me and just throwing out a random feeling they have that is negative, and then getting mad at me in return when I don't agree with them, is childish. I will not be apologizing for that because most of the people that are "angry" about something, come at me in a really negative context. And then when I state something differently (without attacking them even) they get irrationally upset. I mean, a prime example is me saying that Milo is also a victim. That there can be more than one victim. I then got a response saying I was the one flying off the handle. Following that was another response telling me that I am a hated author. That my game is terrible. That I am a bad person. I mean, think about that for a minute here. Does the response corelate with what I said? Does it warrant that? No.

People are always valid to have an opinion, but there are two things to say about it. Most of the time, the people coming at me, are internet trolls. Not actual readers. And I'm sorry, we were indoctrinated at a young age to "ignore the bullies" and I just don't think that is the right response. Because now we have a generation that ignored the bullies and they got way worse because no one had a social contract to call them out.

Two, the ones that are not trolls, are lacking a lot of media literacy. That is actually an extreme problem within our society. And, since I am the author, it is my job to offer what I was trying to say within my story. That may not align with someone's opinion. But me having my own opinion, does not warrant someone getting mad at me. I didn't get mad at them so why am I suddenly greeted with toxicity.

I get where you are coming from saying that people are allowed to have their own opinion. And I have stated over and over again that everyone is valid for it. I'm not even saying for someone to change their mind or go away. But, someone else's opinion does not invalidate my own. Just as my own does not invalidate theirs. And if someone feels like it does, and this is going to sound cruel, but it is not my responsibility to regulate that for them. That most likely stems from a personal standpoint. I am not responsible for someone being offended by what I have to say about my own story and my own fictional characters. You don't see me coming on here and crying out that someone on anon made me "feel bad". That's not a thing.

There is a difference between just saying something out loud and engaging in a conversation. Constructive criticism is where you offer a opinion, give why you are offering it, and then explain how it does or does not work for the narrative. Then, I can come back, ask questions, respond with what maybe I was intending, and figure out a better way to get what I was intending across.

Non constructive criticism is just coming to me as an anon, and saying they are angry and want to hurt someone. Or that they don't like something of my story without giving why.

To further some points. Milo is a triggering character. I knew this from the beginning. The things that he did is not for the faint of heart and speaks to betrayal. And a lot of people who have been in a situation where they feel betrayed, are going to respond negatively to that. But, that is on them. That is for them to work through and own. It is not the responsibility of my story to change because of that. And coming on to say that you hate a character and want to harm them. Or coming on to say that I'm a bad writer. Or even coming on to say that I'm hated on reddit (to which I say, isn't everyone?) is providing nothing to this community, world, or our author reader relationship. It is done solely with the intent to try and hurt someone because the reader themselves was hurt.

To end this, I am going to make this statement. Telling me it "feels" like I am telling someone they are wrong is based in a personal feeling towards a situation. It is not based in facts. It is not based in anything that I have said. And while everyone has a right to their opinion, just because I am an author and a content creator, does not mean I don't get to defend my story or my characters. If I was being racists, sexist, transphobic? All things to come at someone for. But because I wrote something that makes people angry and they don't want to continue going on a journey with the characters and would rather just block their minds to character growth? I can't do anything about that. If there is no conversation they want to engage in, if they simply want to come on and troll me, then they need to not be surprised when I treat them the same way they are treating me.

I hope this makes more sense and provides some understanding.

Zinnia

#the night market #media literacy #author speaks #constructive critism welcome

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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Hi there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request an reader/MC that has a heavy country accent but it only comes out if they're mad? (I do this and my friends think it's hilarious) Maybe a platonic style with the first years? Maybe a part about Epel and reader trash talking others in countryisms? Thank you for your time!

Thank you for the compliment and the request! For the record, I haven't really interacted/heard a country accent that much in my life. So I don't know much beyond what Epel is like when he uses his accent. Sorry if it's not quite right or unrealistic. I can't even understand Epel half the time when reading his accent. But I did google countryisms and woah. I'm so lost but also very entertained

Ace:

at first he's intimidated

it takes his brain a few seconds to actually process what you're saying

but then he thinks it's great

he will think it's entertaining and love's to watch other peoples reactions

he may try to lightly provoke you because he finds your accent entertaining

if he hears you and Epel talking to each other with the accent he will try to follow along

he's most likely to actually understand what you guys are saying since he's a quick learner

he's gonna get real offended real quickly if you trash talk him

Ace doesn't mind as much that you're trash talking the others

Deuce:

also a little intimidated at first

he's heard Epel talk with his accent more than the others have so he get's a little bit of it

maybe every other word

enough for him to maybe piece together what you're saying if he really puts his brain to it

he thinks your accent is interesting, but won't try to make you mad intentionally

he might ask you what some phrase or word means so he can understand

when he hears you and Epel talking with your accents, he can tell you guys aren't saying something nice but he has no clue what you're saying

you and Epel are talking to fast and understanding each other perfectly

he can't keep up with you guys both talking and trying to decipher what you're saying

Jack:

the most intimidated

he can hear and feel the anger when you're talking

he really doesn't want to make you upset and be on the receiving end of that

needs a moment to try and process what you're saying

he wants to understand so later when you aren't mad he'll ask you what certain things mean

most likely to learn and understand what you're saying with time

if he learns enough, he might actually start using some country phrases or slang when he talks

it's pretty funny when he talks all serious and then he uses some slang

when he hears you talking with Epel, he's keeping up with the conversation and actually understanding after a second or two

once he realizes you two are trash talking others he's pretty quiet about it

like he won't stop you two but he won't engage with it either

Epel:

he is really happy about it

you're really mad at this person and he's just standing there smiling

not intimidated at all

he already knows what you're saying and can keep up very well

we all know Epel isn't normally allowed to speak using his accent because Vil, but he's going to start using his accent more now that he knows there's someone like him

don't let Vil hear either of you

but he'll start using his countryisms when he talks normally too

all because he knows there's someone who actually understands what he's saying

when you get mad and start using your accent, he's joining in and is upset with you

that person now has two people saying weird things angrily at them

everyone around you two is lost

Epel loves to trash talk others with you with the accent

it makes him feel so free and kind of like he's back in his home village

Sebek:

he doesn't understand a single thing you're saying but he knows you're mad

as long as you aren't mad at him, he won't complain

if you are mad at him he's not really intimidated but he's also taking everything you say as a threat

be very careful with this

if somehow he thinks you're talking about Malleus then he is yelling at you and challenging you

not the type to ask you about what you're saying (he may ask Lilia later)

he makes internal guesses at what you're saying so it's a 50-50 chance he will see it as a threat

so when he hears you and Epel talking with both of you using your accents, he doesn't know what to think

if he hears you two mention anyone in Diasomnia he's demanding that you explain

he doesn't care about the other students tho

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 2 months

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Hello! So so happy to see you back here, I missed the reactions! I hope you're doing okay!

I don't remember if you've already written this, but I would like to read how HL Characters will react when MC propose to them (such a sappy, I know 😅)

HLC REACT TO MC PROPOSING

A/N: I LIVE for soft sappy nonsense, life needs a little more of it

Everything was perfect. The date, the location, the company. MC had been planning this for months, waiting for things to be just right. Finally the moment came for them to get down on one knee and present their lover with the question that would bind or break them... "Will you marry me?"

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SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He stares a moment, stunned. Then he stamps his foot. "Oh come on! You beat me to it!" His face scrunches into a pout and he folds his arms, turning slightly away from MC. His tantrum abruptly ends when MC stands up looking upset. He sighs and takes their hands.

"I suppose I-...I suppose I wanted to be the one to ask you. See your face light up with delight. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I will gladly marry you. The fact you even look my way makes me the luckiest wizard alive." He gently pulls MC to him and kisses them.

OMINIS GAUNT: He processes the question with a stoic expression. His wand examines his surroundings; showing him MC on their knee presenting a ring, even the landscape with his field of 'vision'. He commits to memory every sensation from temperature to wind to humidity.

Perhaps he paused too long, MC was starting to shift. He smiles and kneels in front of them. "Of course I will marry you, my love. I need you in my life like I need air to breathe." He offers his hand to allow MC to place the ring on his finger. He doesn't get a moment to admire it before he's blindsided by a tackle to the ground. MC kissing him through the sunset.

ANNE SALLOW: The breath is stolen from her lungs. She silently screams and moves around in place. The happiness in her heart making her dance. She finally gets her breath back and shouts at the top of her lungs. "YES!! BY ALL THE GODS, YES!"

She can barely stand still enough for MC to put the ring on her. Once it's securely on, she grabs MC's face and kisses them hard, only pulling back to breath before going in for another.

IMELDA REYES: She's internally screaming. Is it too soon? Was she really ready for this? She took the relationship seriously, of course, but now that the question has been presented. She finds herself experiencing what can only be described at STAGEFRIGHT. This was a first. She's never been afraid to perform. She's always had the last laugh. She's always had a quick comeback, she could roll with the punches like no other.

But what does she do now? Are her hands shaking? STOP THAT! Why isn't her body listening to her? How long has she been standing there like a frightened deer? MC is starting to look concerned. SAY SOMETHING! "...Nyoes..." Nailed it.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh MC..." She's tearing up. She's been looking forward to this for a long time. She takes their face in her hands and kisses them sweetly before letting them put the ring on her.

She takes a moment to admire the ring. It's everything she could ever want; not too gaudy, not too simple. She holds MC close, enjoying the warmth of the moment. "...so who are inviting to the wedding?" She giggles when she feels MC sieze up. Now they get to wedding plan.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He's a little distracted by an herb growing out of a rock and doesn't notice MC was actually on their knee. "I'll absolutely marry you." He responds without looking up. "Would you help me extract this-" He turns to see MC giving him a deadpanned look of annoyance. "Oh...oh dear."

He bashfully puts the rock down and takes MC's hand. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be dismissive. I get so excited over projects that I sometimes miss what's right in front of me." He places a hand on MC's cheek. "And what's right in front of me is the love of my life. I will proudly wear your ring and call you mine."

LEANDER PREWETT: His hands fly up to cover his mouth and he can't stop the absolute waterfall coming out of his eyes. It's happening, it's FINALLY happening. His mom will be so proud of him.

He doesn't even look at the ring, his watery eyes are locked on MC. He kisses them, getting tears all over their cheeks. Both need to clean their face but it's one of the happiest kisses he's ever given.

AMIT THAKKAR: He laughs lightly and kneels in front of MC. He presents his own ring. "I was going to ask you as well tonight, but you were a little faster." They exchange rings and lay down together under the darkening sky as the stars slowly appear.

He couldn't be happier. This was the best day of his life by far. Holding MC under the night sky they've studied together since they were kids. Feels poetic. His mind wanders to their upcoming wedding. He wonders if he can convince MC to have a traditional Indian marriage ceremony.

EVERETT CLOPTON: His eyes are as big as saucers. He looks from MC to ring and back again over and over to ensure he wasn't seeing things before he thrusts his fist in the air in celebration. "YES!"

He grabs MC, picks them up and spins them around. He dips them and kisses them silly before finally letting them upright to breathe. MC almost dropped the ring. He puts it on before they lose it and smirks. "And people said I'd never earn your affections. Oh, how wrong they were."

POPPY SWEETING: She looks at the empty box MC presented them with. "Was something supposed to be in there or is this a cruel joke?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. She watches MC panic that they've somehow lost the ring when she notices a bush rustling out of the corner of her eye.

She goes over to find a small blue-green niffler. She grabs the small beast by the foot and holds it up to MC. "I think I found the culprit." She tickles the treasure right out of it, and sure enough, a single ring falls out amongst the coins and shiny rocks. She takes the ring and let's the niffler collect it's treasure back.

"I love it, MC." She hugs MC close and looks up into their eyes. "I love you."

The niffler huffs and blows a raspberry at the couple before disappearing into the bushes.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting #soft

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hard-core-super-star · 9 months

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May I please request that Hailee and reader are in a secret relationship, and hailee is on instagram live, fans can hear movement and voices in the background and keep asking hailee whose with her.

meet me there, i'll give you your roses [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: just because you two are supposed to be keeping your relationship a secret doesn't mean you can't have some fun with it.

warnings: none, just fluff; secret relationship shenanigans; weird descriptions of an instagram live chat; still can't write endings :)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: full disclosure, the title has nothing to do with the fic at all, i'm just spreading the måneskin agenda. i sort of messed around with the point of view in this fic, it might not be noticeable but just wanted to point it out in case it's confusing. it's more hailee-centric than my other fics instead of it just being about R's thoughts. you'll see what i mean, hope you enjoy! <3

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Hailee’s eyes are trained on the screen of her phone while she tells the most ridiculously random story she could think of. It’s been far too long since the last time she did an Instagram Live and her excitement at getting to interact with her fans again is more than a little obvious.

Free time has been harder and harder to find between all the photoshoots and interviews, especially considering there's only one person she wants to talk to when her schedule allows it.

“And then y/n had to come in and-”

You look up at the sound of your name. You hadn’t been paying much attention to her story, too busy looking through food delivery apps and trying to decide what to have for dinner.

The original plan was to cook something for dinner but a certain someone decided to do an impulsive Live instead and so the plan was scrapped. Not that you mind. Hailee’s skill in the kitchen is…a work in progress, at least when it comes to potato peels.

Her eyes meet yours almost as if she knows exactly what you’re thinking about. You half expect her to stick her tongue out at you but doing that would only lead to more questions she can’t answer.

You offer her a smile instead before the two of you go back to looking at your respective phones.

Hailee resumes her story, pretending she got distracted by one of her dogs and not her lovely girlfriend. It’s practically impossible to act like she can’t see all the questions pouring in about who she was actually looking at but she manages. (It’s not like acting is her job or anything)

The questions and comments flying by her screen should be annoying or at the very least overwhelming but she ends up finding them quite entertaining. She’s not about to pretend like questions about her sexuality or who she’s dating are anything new but at least now they’re less straightforward (no pun intended) than when she was on Dickinson.

At least she's not actually trying to keep things a secret this time. She's just waiting for the right time. Although the waiting gets harder every time you look at her like she's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She'd be upset if she wasn't aware that's exactly how she looks at you.

She tries to keep your name out of her mouth for at least a few minutes to not look super obvious but she fails miserably. “Where’s y/n?” She reads the question out loud before she can stop herself. “I don't know, probably burning down the apartment.”

An offended gasp comes from the side of the room where you're standing and you know you're kidding yourself if you think her phone didn't pick up the sound.

The look she sends your way says as much and you mentally curse yourself. Although, to be completely honest, if there's one thing you both love more than each other it's feeding the theories about your relationship.

The both of you should definitely be more careful if you don't want to get found out but creating chaos within her fandom is just too much fun. Plus, the only reason you two are sneaking around is because Hailee wants to come out ‘the right way’. Whatever that means.

(You're pretty sure it means a song and a music video featuring you but your girlfriend has been very tight-lipped about her music since SunKissing came out. A song that very well serves as a coming out announcement in your opinion.)

You decide to fix your mistake by turning people's attention elsewhere so you open up Instagram and click on Hailee’s profile. You can hear the chuckle she tries to hold back once she reads your comment.

yourusername: are you insulting my cooking skills again, Steinfeld?

The chat explodes into a flurry of comments that a certain pair of brown eyes can't keep up with.

“I'm just telling people the truth,” she replies. “There's a reason you always order food instead of cooking.”

yourusername: yeah. you never wash the dishes

“Oh, that's low.”

She forgets the game you're playing for a second, looking up to glare at you. Her eyes don't end up meeting yours since you're too busy staring down at your phone.

A small smile spreads along her face as she admires you. Even in the middle of teasing her in front of her fans, you're the most amazing thing she's ever laid eyes on. Eyes that give away the fact that she's not home alone like she originally said she was.

She looks back at her phone just in time to catch sight of the many questions she has to avoid. Such as,”Who are you looking at? Is y/n at your place? Are you having dinner together?”

She ignores them all except the one that comes from the person who owns her heart.

yourusername: so, what are YOU cooking for dinner, chef steinfeld???

The response she comes up with is definitely a bad idea but it slips out anyway. “I don't know. What do you want for dinner?”

She tries to cover up the sound of your laugh by ‘accidentally’ kicking some of Martini’s squeaky dog toys. It's a bad coverup but it's the only choice she has. It would be a lot more believable if her dogs weren't asleep in the bedroom.

yourusername: too late, i already ordered cheeseburgers

“Marry me right now,” she replies, her smile turning into a slight smirk.

You know she's messing around but your heart still skips a couple of beats as you type out your response.

yourusername: i'll think about it ;)

The doorbell rings just in time.

You let her wrap up the Live as you pick up your food. By the time you come back, her phone is gone and she's already curled up on the couch scrolling through Netflix for something to watch.

“That was fast,” you say.

She shrugs. “Thought I should help you reconsider my proposal.”

“Food first, proposal later.” You hand the bag holding your dinner over to her.

“Seriously, y/n, could you be any more perfect?”

The laugh that escapes you is enough of an answer for her. You're everything she's ever wanted.

#hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x female reader #hailee steinfeld x you #hailee steinfeld x y/n #hailee steinfeld fic #hailee steinfeld fluff #hailee steinfeld imagine #hailee steinfeld fanfiction #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel #wlw #wlw fic #writing

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pokemon-ash-aus · 3 months

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Hey uh, I know it might be too late to say this to Peach or Ash

But I saw the lastest post , I don't come here very often but I don't like seeing people upset either (fictional or otherwise)

So…could I suggest a hug for them? Or for Peach at least?

I can tell that Ash isn't doing very well mentally and he's visibly upset and mad (which is understandable) which is why I know that the last thing he wants is a hug from an outsider, especially from someone that is in the same range as the “other people” (aka the mean ones) so that's why I'll let him have his personal space

It's also ok if Peach doesn't want a hug as well, their a lot younger, and it can be overwhelming for someone like them to be in a situation where people are putting the blame on a loved one,

but I'll give them one if it's ok for me

(sorry if I come off as a bit personal, I just get easily worried and feel like wanting to help those that are upset, I'm not doing this because I don't want the AU to end, everything has to end eventually, I just want them to be ok ;w;’”)

(and I'm using “they/them” cause I don't know their proper pronounce and I don't want to offend them-)

(Sorry if I come off as awkward)

Considering Ash is very much in the *I hate everyone* phase, i'll allow a non-canon Peach hug.

She usually doesnt accept hugs from peeps so- this is defo non canon XD

Made it transparent cause why not, but feel free to add your character hugging Peach if ya want X3

#pokemon #mewtwo #art #hug #peach ketchum #swap maturity au

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daydreamgoddess14 · 10 months

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Deserving

Part of the 200 Followers celebration! From the request for @onceuponaoneshot :

Roy Kent x F!Reader - "You deserve better"

Filthy smutty smut y'all. You've been warned! This is also a part 3 to Complaints Procedure & Noisy.

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He was gone.

You'd seen the tackle, watched from home as Jamie Tartt knocked him to the floor and damaged his knee for good. He hadn't needed to do anything for the paperwork, Ted had it all under control, and it allowed Roy the distance he needed from Nelson Road. You wondered if you'd even crossed his mind. The boot room hadn't been the end of it. You'd never instigated anything yourself, but he'd sought you out occasionally. You'd let him lose himself in you, always slightly demanding but never degrading, you'd challenge him and go toe to toe on who had the upper hand. He'd wanted to fuck his frustration and anger away and you were a willing participant. It was no strings, no commitments and while you knew it wouldn't last, you didn't expect him to just disappear without a backward glance.

No one seemed to know how he'd fared since he was last seen at Nelson Road and you had no real reason to check in on him. So how you found yourself knocking on his door at 11pm on a random Tuesday night was utterly beyond comprehension.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too."

"I mean it, why are you here? Did he send you?"

"Ted? Why would you think that? I thought I'd check in and see how you were?" He grunted.

"Or you fancied a good fuck?"

"Y'know what, forget I came. I didn't come here to be insulted." You turned to leave,

"No, praise is your thing isn't it? Like to be told you're a good girl." He sneered, leaning against the door frame.

"Fuck you Roy, you're obviously fine. I'll leave you to it."

"What's up? You're usually into this little fucking game we play?"

"Yeah, when it's mutually good. You're just being a dick for the sake of it. I'm the idiot who thought you might need someone to talk to, I needn't have bothered." You're halfway up his drive when he responds.

"Don't go. At least come and have a drink. You can tell me all the shit everyone's been up to." You cock your head to one side, "I'm sorry for being a dick. I shouldn't have been rude to you." You still hesitate. "You're a sight for sore eyes. It's been too long."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Mine." He admits with a self conscious shrug.

"You're fucking right it is." Your brushed passed him and into the house, "and I'll have a glass of wine please." You weren't new to small talk with Roy, though it did usually occur after he'd made you come multiple times. You made yourself comfortable on his sofa and watched him in the kitchen, pouring wine from the fridge for both of you.

"I didn't mean to upset you." He puts the glass down in front of you.

"You didn't. You know I'm not easily offended, but there's a difference between our usual tête-á-tête and you just being plain fucking mean after 3 months of solitary confinement."

"It's not been solitary."

"I heard you coach 9 year old girls now?"

"Who told you?"

"My niece is one of them, Quinn."

"She's fucking class."

"Hmm. Future England player maybe, according to my twat brother. You're still better than that, though," you drink more, looking for courage in the bottom of the glass, "and I wondered if you might call. More fool me."

"You don't want me to call."

"Says who? You?"

"You deserve better." He sighed.

"Do I? Is that your conclusion or do I get to make my own?"

"Are you just going to keep questioning my opinion, or actually offer any of your own?" He countered. You smirked over the edge of your wine glass at his frustration.

"Well, you haven't let me have an opinion yet, have you? You've decided that I don't want you to call and that I deserve better, all by yourself. Shall I just submit all future decisions to you from now on?" He shook his head,

"I've fucking missed your attitude." He stood, taking the empty glass from your hand and putting it on the table, and then gripped your wrist gently to pull you to standing. "I'd carry you, but -"

"You're a fucking idiot," you finished for him, reaching on your toes to kiss him. His arms circled your waist,

"I'm a fucking idiot," he agreed with a mumble, his lips not leaving yours. You let him lead you to his bedroom.

"An actual bed? Jesus Roy, you're spoiling me." You laugh, pulling his t-shirt off before taking a step back and slipping your own summer dress off and letting it fall to the floor. Your usual frenetic dalliances have meant that despite knowing your body intimately, he's never actually seen you naked. He drinks in the sight of you in summery coral lingerie in the dim lamplight, his eyes dark as you reach behind to unclip your bra and let it slide down your arms. You drop to your knees in front of him, pulling his shorts down over his hips. He's already half hard. You pull his shorts all the way off, and he steps out of them. On your way back to your goal, you pause just long enough to press a kiss to the inside of his bad knee. You hear the shaky breath leave his body and focus your attention elsewhere which allows him to do the same thing. This is not pity you try to convey with your actions. Your mouth waters in anticipation, all this hurried sex and you've never once had the chance to see him like this, to feel the weight of him in your mouth. You slide your tongue up the underside of his cock and swirl it around the hot tip. He rocks against you, his hands fisted at his side. You take his hands one at a time and put them on your head, looking up his long body to watch his reaction to you pumping his cock with kiss swollen lips.

"Fuck me, you look so fucking good -" He rasps, his voice strained. You hum in agreement, the vibration running through his body. He tugs your hair lightly, the sensation sending waves of desire to your core and making your thighs rub together in desperation. When he pulls again, it's a request for you to stop, "I need to be inside you," he practically whimpers, pulling you up by the hand. You guide him the couple of steps back to the bed and he sits down heavily, dragging you into his lap as he does. You lift up onto your knees hands on his shoulders for balance as you line him up against you, shifting your underwear to one side. He cups your heavy breast with one hand while the other grabs the swell of your ass as you lower down onto him. With your thighs spread wide over his, the depth is incredible and takes a second to adjust to. His tongue follows his hand across your nipple, taking it into his mouth, rolling it and biting gently. It's enough to have you grinding against his cock and arching your back to have him fill you right to the hilt. Then he echoes the words you've always told him in a desperate whisper, "fuck me." Your forearms on his shoulders give you the perfect leverage to rise and fall on him over and over, the proximity means he's able to lavish attention on your breasts while his hands kneed and grasp your hips, helping you keep your rhythm while his cock splits you open. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he groans, capturing your mouth in a rough, needy kiss. Considering your previous interactions left you the one feeling needy and yielding, you're currently feeling like the powerful one. He brings his hand up to your mouth, running his thumb across your bottom lip and letting you suck it. He uses it to brush against your clit and you lean back in his arms, partly to give him access and partly so he can watch as you take his cock.

"See how you fill me up so perfectly?" You breathe, gasping as his circles against your clit bring you closer to release. "Do you even know what you do to me?" You ask, pulling him closer again with a kiss. "This is what I fucking want, this is what I deserve." You tell him. You'd say more, but your words have his hips stuttering as he comes inside you, the feeling pulling you over the edge with him and your words turning to incoherent affirmations and praise. His hands still your hips as you collapse into him, your head falling to the crook of his neck. He kisses your shoulder and up into the spot behind your ear that makes your body unintentionally buck against him.

"Fucking hell, I'm never avoiding you for 3 months again. You'll be lucky if you get 3 minutes of peace from me ever again." He mutters, biting your earlobe.

"Promise?" You ask with a low laugh.

FIN

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