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[ best christmas ever ] q. hughes
day eight of malia’s christmas fic marathon
pairing : Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) gives fiancé Quinn what could be considered the best Christmas present he’s ever gotten
warning(s) : pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage
author’s note : i think this could be considered a blurb w how short it is tbh but here’s this cute lil thing :)
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Her hands shake as Quinn unwraps the present that is going to change his entire life. Keeping this a secret for nearly two weeks has been killing her so the fact that her fiancé is seconds away from finding out is exciting and terrifying at the same time.
It's the last present that is being unwrapped this morning while it's just the two of them in their Vancouver apartment. (Y/N) made sure it was the last present unwrapped by taking it out of the closet after all the gifts under the tree from friends and family were opened.
Quinn tosses the ripped up wrapping paper into the trash bag on the ground between them before he opens the box.
Inside is a little Canucks jersey with Quinn's number and 'C'. Quinn is clearly very confused by the tiny jersey so she says, "Turn it around, Quinn."
Laughter is evident in her voice but she doesn't know if it's because of Quinn's confusion or because she's nervous.
She watches his eyes widen when he sees the back of the jersey. In place of Hughes on the back of the jersey is the word "daddy". Quinn looks over at (Y/N) with those wide eyes. "You better not be lying to me, (Y/N)," he says so seriously.
"Eight weeks," she tells him as she rests a hand on the very tiny bump that is under the large t-shirt she's wearing. "I found out three weeks ago and went to make sure everything was okay two weeks ago. When I was told that everything with this baby was perfect, I got the jersey made."
After they lost their last little one over the summer very early on, she didn't want to get Quinn's hopes up again so she went and got every single test done that she could before she told him. The last thing she wanted was to tell him then lose another baby. It nearly broke her in June, and almost broke them.
She couldn't do that again. Not this time.
"You kept this from me for three weeks?" Quinn asks. His voice is soft so he isn't mad. She stays quiet and nods. "Is everything okay?"
(Y/N) slowly nods, still hesitant. "Baby H is growing and developing at the rate they're supposed to be this time," she assures him. "I'm healthy. Baby is healthy. I just needed to be sure before I told you this time. I know how much you want to be a dad and I didn't want to get your hopes up then my body let you down for the second time."
Tears that she didn't know formed in her eyes spill onto her cheeks. She does her best to wipe them away quickly, but he notices them.
Quinn puts the jersey back in the box and moves close to her. He pulls her into a tight hug and she buries her face into his shoulder.
"Your body just wasn't ready last time," Quinn softly tells her as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I love you. I'm so excited to be here with you for the rest of your pregnancy. You're already an amazing mom."
She lets out a silent sob into Quinn's shoulder before she pulls back. "You're not mad I didn't tell you when I found out?" she questions.
"Absolutely not," he assures her with a smile on his lips. She can see that he's genuine when he says that. "I'm happy to know now. I can't wait to go to every appointment with you now. I can't wait to see our baby when you have an ultrasound done. I can't wait to tell all our friends and family and my teammates. I can't wait to meet Baby H. (Y/N), I'm so excited."
His happiness quickly erases any anxiety she felt before he opened that box. She can tell how excited he is about the next chapter in their lives. "Glad I didn't ruin your Christmas by telling you," she jokes.
"Are you kidding?" Quinn says. "This is probably the best Christmas ever. We're going to have a baby. This is the best present I think I have ever gotten on Christmas. Knowing we're going to start the family we have always wanted together is the best present."
A smile finally forms on (Y/N)'s lips. "We're going to have a baby," she softly echoes. Quinn nods and matches her smile.
She launches herself at him, finally sharing the happiness that Quinn is feeling. He falls onto his back onto the carpeted floor and catches her in his arms. He laughs and wraps his arms around her waist. He stares up at his fiancée. "We get to finally be parents," he tells her. "Our rainbow baby."
"Our rainbow baby."
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I Hate You. Now Shut Up and Kiss Me.
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x BarrysSister!Reader
TW:frenemies to lovers, angst, fluff, I don't think there's really any warnings tbh
Summary: You and Rafe have been frenemies for years. Until something changes.
Word Count:3.9k
A/N: I feel like this sucks ass but its written so its getting posted
"What's good, Country Club?"
Rafe smirks down at you, excitement coursing through him as the two of you play your little game.
"It's Mr. Country Club to you."
You snort and roll your eyes, your sneakers squeaking on the hardwood as you turn your attention to Topper. Your eyebrow quirks and satisfaction blooms in your chest when he squirms under your gaze.
"Knock off Country Club." You tilt your head in acknowledgment and suppress a laugh bubbling up your throat when he scrunches up his nose.
"God, you really are Barry's sister."
You ignore him and turn back to Rafe, ready to get down to business.
"What are your vineyard vines looking asses doing here? You're stinking up the joint with your rank cologne. What'd you do? Dump the entire bottle on your shirt?"
His cerulean irises twinkle as he takes a step forward, close enough now that you can feel the heat radiating off of his toned body. Your stomach flips when his minty breath fans over your face, and you struggle to keep your composure.
"Stop being mean to me or I'm gonna fall in love with you."
Your lip curls up and you trace your finger from his collarbone to the waistband of his shorts.
"We both know you've been in love with me for years, baby boy."
Rafe's face drops for a split second, but his boyish grin returns as quickly as it left. The way his Adam's apple bobs is tantalizing, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips.
"In your dreams."
Your bottom lip juts out and you tilt your head to the side, a snarky retort on the tip of your tongue.
"Are you sure those aren't your dreams, J.Crew?"
Rafe does his best to hide the effect you have on him as your sinful gaze meets his through your lashes, but the blush staining his cheeks gives him away.
"Wha- No. Of course not."
Your face splits into a shit-eating grin as realization dawns on you, a mischievous sparkle in your eye that Rafe would recognize from a mile away. You remind him of a kid on Christmas morning and he knows he just buried himself in a hole he can't climb out of.
"You dream about me huh, golden boy?"
Butterflies erupt in his stomach; whether it's from hate or the little crush he swears he doesn't have, he isn't sure.
"Whatever. I'm looking for your brother."
Your eyebrows shoot up at his sharp tone, and your arms cross over your chest as you stick a hip out.
"Barrys…busy. So whatever it is you need, you're gonna have to deal with me."
His hand rubs against the back of his neck absentmindedly as he looks around.
"Yeah, I don't want to get you involved. Just tell him I need to see him."
This grabs your attention and you move to block his path when he tries to leave.
"Not so fast money bags. What have you gotten yourself into? Don't go dragging my brother into more of your bullshit."
He stares down at you for a second, smirking at your defiant nature. As much as he hates it, he can't deny the way it makes his spine tingle.
Truthfully, he's a little scared of you and it turns him on. You couldn't waterboard that information out of him with gasoline though, and he bends down so his lips are millimeters from the shell of your ear.
"Don't worry about me, pretty girl. I'll be safe, I promise."
Your nose scrunches up at the pet name and you take a step back
"I'm not worried about you, asshole. I'm worried about my brother."
His lips form a mocking pout as he nods, and your eyes narrow.
"Sure, sweetheart. Tell your brother to call me."
He picks you up and moves you to the side before leaving, grinning when he feels you staring daggers into the back of his head.
The next morning you're awoken by knuckles rapping on the screen door and toss the blanket off with a huff before stomping to see who it is. You rip the door open, ready to cuss out whoever is on your doorstep when you stop.
None other than Rafe Cameron is looking back at you, fresh-faced with bright eyes. His gaze rakes over your form, taking in your tangled hair and smudged mascara.
He stops for a moment when he sees your pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination before returning his eyes to yours.
"Morning sunshine."
You scowl, hand rubbing at your eye aggressively as you try to wake up, and his lip quirks. It's still early enough for the grass to be covered in dew as the birds chirp; the type of serene that makes you want to curl up with a book in a hammock.
"I swear you get uglier every time I see you."
His hand comes to rest over his heart, eyes gleaming as he revels in the banter.
"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
You roll your eyes, decidedly too tired to deal with this and yawn.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
His hands shove into his pockets, a nonchalant pose that makes your blood boil; it pisses you off that he looks so good without even trying.
"Told you I need to see Barry."
You stare back at him with a blank face, far from pleased with his answer.
"You need to see him at.." You lean back to look at the clock on the stove and frown. "7:30 in the morning? Who the fuck is even up and ready to do anything except shotgun an energy drink this early?"
He chuckles at your grumpiness and shrugs.
"Me, obviously. I know it's early but try and use your big girl brain. Is he here?"
Your eyes narrow at his dig, and you almost slam the door in his face before deciding against it. Rafe is a pest you can't get rid of, and you know he'll just keep knocking until he gets what he wants.
"Barry! Get the fuck up!"
Rafe winces at your volume and you raise your eyebrows.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did my loudness disturb you?"
You hear your brother's muffled voice asking you what you want and close your eyes in annoyance.
"Country Club is here to see you. Apparently, it's important enough to be here before God is awake."
There's swearing from your brother's room as he gets up, and you take a step back to let him in the door frame when he finally rises from the dead.
"You can't just show up whenever you want, bruh. You're getting way too comfortable. Why do you need me anyway? She can more than handle your ass."
Your brother's voice is still thick with sleep, and you lean back on the arm of the couch as you listen to the interaction.
"I'm not so sure she could. Anyway, I have a problem and I need your help."
Barry sucks his teeth and scoffs, seconds away from crawling back into bed.
"Man, I don't give a fuck about your little figure eight problems. Do I like a god damn therapist? Figure it out, bruh."
The door is half shut when Rafe's voice rings out again, and Barry stops.
"I'll pay you."
You heave a sigh as your brother takes a step outside. One thing about Barry, if there's money involved he'll listen. He'll do anything for a price.
Their voices are faint as they talk, and you strain trying to eavesdrop. You're not able to make out any real words and decide to just crawl back into bed. You prop up on one elbow when you hear him come back inside, curiosity getting the best of you.
"What the fuck was that about?"
Barry casts you a sideways glance as he passes, tossing a wad of cash on the table in the process.
"Nah, you're sitting this one out, sis. I don't want you caught up in this."
You jump up and follow him, hot on his heels as he makes his way back to his bedroom.
"Rafe said the same thing. I expect it from him, but you? Barry, we're always partners. If you're caught up, then so am I."
He chuckles lowly with his back still turned, and shakes his head.
"Not this time."
As if he can tell you're about to argue, he speaks again.
"Just fucking drop it, Y/N. Aight? Trust me."
You tap your foot a couple of times before resigning to the fact he's not going to tell you and turn on your heel.
"Yeah, whatever."
Later that day, you spot Rafe and storm up to him. His eyebrows shoot up when your finger jabs into his chest and he stops, his drink almost sloshing out of the cup at the sudden force.
"Listen, Cameron. I'm not some weak girl that can't handle whatever the fuck you have going on. I don't need you to protect me. So what the hell are you getting my brother into?"
You can see the gears turning in his head and scoff.
"Don't even think about lying to me right now, Rafe."
He pinches the bridge of his nose with his head tilted back, and you try your best not to linger on the way his jawline is sharp enough to cut steel.
"Look, it's not that I think you're fragile or that you can't be trusted. It's just better if there are less people involved."
You falter for a moment, taken aback by his honesty and the genuine distress in his voice.
"What the hell is going on, Rafe? I've never seen you like this."
For a moment, the ruse falls and you're filled with concern. Rafe doesn't get shaken up, so whatever has him this worked up must be really bad.
"Listen, I know we're not friends. Hell, we're practically enemies. But whatever you hear on the news, just know what they're saying about me isn't true."
He leaves it at that, and you watch as he walks away. What the hell does that mean?
Two days later, your question is answered. You stare at the TV slack-jawed with wide eyes as Shoupe gives a statement about Rafe's arrest. Something about him killing someone; you aren't sure of the exact details. Your brain is too busy putting the pieces together to really pay attention.
Barry walks out and stops when he sees what you're watching, his head dropping.
"Is this what Rafe was here about the other morning?"
His words ring in your ears as you try to make sense of the new information. 'Whatever they're saying about me isn't true.'
You can tell by the way your brother shifts that you're right, and you release a shaky breath.
"Barry, what was the money for?"
He knows you're more so demanding rather than asking, and plops down in the armchair.
"A fall guy."
The revelation nearly sucks the wind out of your lungs, and your hand runs through your hair.
"So he did it?"
Barry shakes his head, his hand coming up to rub over his face.
"I don't know, man. He says he didn't, but who knows with that crazy motherfucker."
You ponder his words for a moment, genuinely at a loss. Rafe is a lot of things, but a murderer? You just can't bring yourself to believe it.
"Someone innocent wouldn't need a fall guy."
Your own statement hits you like a train, and your eyes flutter closed. You suppose it doesn't matter either way. Someone like Rafe won't go down for something like this, even without a fall guy. People with money are always above the law.
Rafe is a particular brand of danger; he has wealth and power. The two combined make him practically untouchable.
"How did they catch him, anyway? He could've been out of the country before they even realized."
Your brother sucks in a sharp breath, and your eyes narrow.
"Someone must have turned him in. There was a hefty reward."
You stay silent for a moment, your eyes darting back and forth as you put two and two together.
"Barry, tell me it wasn't you."
The air is thick as he averts his gaze, and you launch up from your seat.
"You can't be that stupid, bro! You double-crossed a Cameron? As soon as he gets out, we're gonna be the first people he comes after!"
Barry stands, his face mere inches from yours as he glowers down at you.
"He was gonna get out anyway, and we need the money!"
You shake your head in disbelief at your brother's idiocy.
"Barry, it doesn't matter! You broke the trust and he's not gonna let that slide. Even if he does, he'll sure as shit never work with you again, which means no more big payouts. You think the reward was more than what we would have made from all of Rafe's side deals?"
You see the moment he realizes you're right and scoff, aware he's too stubborn to admit it.
"You're unbelievable."
A week later, Rafe is a free man exonerated from all wrongdoing. Turns out he didn't even need the fall guy because he was truly innocent. Apparently, he just likes to have all his bases covered. Against your better judgment you seek him out, and much to your surprise his gaze is soft when it meets yours.
"Hey, country club."
His face breaks out in a roguish grin as he nods in greeting, and you wring your hands together.
"Hey, trouble."
You gulp, nerves eating at you as you run through all the different ways this could go.
"Listen, I need you to know that the shit my brother pulled? I had nothing to do with that. I'm not that dumb. I would have stopped him if I knew about it. We may not be friends, but I would have never betrayed you for money. Whatever you're planning, that shit is between you and him."
His intense gaze is locked on yours, and you silently pray that he believes you. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding when he nods, and nearly cry from relief.
"I know."
You tsk and force a small smile, trying to conceal your anxiety.
"So we're good?"
His finger traces along your jaw at a languid pace before stopping at your chin, and your breath hitches.
"Yeah, sweetheart. We're good. Tell your brother he's lucky you're his sister. It's the only reason he's still breathing."
He doesn't give you a chance to respond and you're left wondering what the hell he means for the second time.
It's two weeks of radio silence after your little run-in. You haven't seen Rafe and as you predicted, he's stopped showing up with random jobs. It's not until your phone rings for the third time at nearly 2 am that you hear from him.
Your hand reaches out and blindly flops around trying to find the device, ready to chuck it at the wall. You lazily open one eye to peek at the caller ID and sit up fast enough to see stars when you read 'Country Club'.
Your finger swipes to answer and you press the speaker to your ear, waiting for him to start speaking. Rafe is always going a hundred miles an hour right off the bat, rarely giving you a chance to greet him before he launches into his latest opportunity he just has to tell you about.
When he doesn't talk, you frown and break the silence.
"I was wondering when you were gonna call. There's been a distinct lack of daggers to my throat lately."
If it wasn't for the labored breathing on the other end, you would think he hung up, and it's another thirty seconds before you speak again.
"Rafe? Is everything okay?"
He sounds like he's struggling, and you don't quite understand the feeling that bubbles up inside you. Sure, you give Rafe a hard time and the two of you have your bickering. However, if anyone else were to hurt him in any capacity you're fairly certain you would kill them with your bare hands.
It's quiet for another beat and once he finally replies, your heart stutters.
"I didn't have anyone else to call."
You scowl at this; surely the kook king has someone in his circle other than a low-level drug dealer he can rely on. He's always surrounded by people, and it's just now occurring to you that maybe none of them are true friends. How lonely it must be to only have superficial relationships based on status and how they can further your reputation.
"For what? What happened?"
You're fully awake now, your chest tight as you think about all the possibilities.
"It's nothing, actually. I'll let you get back to sleep, I'm sure you're tired."
Panic surges through you when you realize he's about to hang up and your voice rings out more frantic than you were expecting.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Where are you?"
You hear him sigh and can almost picture the frown lines on his pensive face.
"The docks. I just needed some air. Listen, I'm really sorry for bothering you. This crosses so many lines and you already hate me."
There's an underlying sadness as he finishes his sentence that makes your stomach turn, and you shake your head despite the fact he can't see you.
"I don't hate you, Rafe."
You're about to elaborate when he sniffles, and something in you shatters at the realization that he's crying alone in the dark.
"Thanks for picking up. I'll see you around."
He ends the call before you can say anything else, and without thinking you're on your feet and grabbing your keys.
The docks are dimly lit as you walk around, trying to figure out where the hell he is. Your eyes land on the Druthers with a single light on and you make your way towards it.
Rafe is laying on his back when you finally see him, a half-empty bottle of scotch next to his torso. He lifts his head when he hears your footsteps, shock painted on his features.
"You came?"
The notion is almost ridiculous to you. You've been playing this cat-and-mouse game for years; you thought that he'd surely figured out you truly care for him by now, even if you try to act like you don't.
"You called. Of course, I came. What's going on?"
A cool breeze whips around you as you loom over him, hands in your back pockets as you wait for him to open up. You can smell the faint aroma of whiskey mixed with salt water, and you can't help but think it's distinctly Rafe.
You heave a sigh, legs coming in contact with the cold deck of the yacht as you sit cross-legged by his side.
Out of pure instinct, your soft hand thumbs away a tear that's streaking down Rafe's face toward his hairline, and If you didn't know any better you'd think he leaned into your touch.
"Come on, trust fund. Spill."
His lip quirks a bit at the nickname, grateful that you're not treating him like glass. There's a comforting air around you, yet it still feels normal as you tease him. It's disarming, and he finds the barbed wire embedded in his heart starting to loosen.
"Just another fight with my dad. Nothing I ever do is good enough."
You hum in understanding, the hand still resting on his face now smoothing over his buzzcut.
"I'm not going anywhere. Tell me about it."
You mean it; Jesus Christ himself could tell you to walk away and you'd stay planted firmly in place. The tides have shifted, and the last place you want to be is anywhere the Rafe isn't.
"He just puts so much pressure on me. Bullshit about how I'm going to the man in charge when he's retired. One day I'm his pride and joy, the next I'm a disgrace. I'm tired of trying."
You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, unsure which direction to take this. Is he wanting you to give him advice and tell him Ward is a piece of shit?
Or is he wanting you to tell him everything is going to be okay and to take it with a grain of salt? You're not sure you can bring yourself to say the latter.
"Listen, Ward is a greedy self-serving asshole who doesn't think about anyone other than himself. You're his only son, which means he's harder on you and that isn't fair. Truthfully, he's probably projecting because he sees that you're capable of being everything he isn't. He's intimidated because you can take his spot."
The look in Rafe's eyes as he peers up at you is intense, a new emotion you haven't seen before swirling in his ocean irises. He seems to be coming to a realization, most likely the same one as you as the words roll off your tongue.
You move to lay beside him, your arm propped under your head as you rest on your side. He can't help but notice how your hair is spread out like a halo, the intoxicating scent of lavender and tanning oil seeping into his bones.
"Do you really believe that?"
You stare directly into his soul, trying to make him feel that yes, you really do.
"I believe that you just want his approval. I also believe that you have to stop needing it in order to be happy. Fuck what your dad thinks. He's not the one that has to look back on your life at the end and make peace with the life you chose. Live for yourself; no one else matters."
Your voice is soft and whispy, dripping over him like a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He frowns, and you resist the urge to smooth out the lines it causes between his brows.
"You matter."
Your eyes dart down to his lips for a moment, a light sheen on the plump flesh from where he's been licking them. You see him gulp, his mouth parting at the sudden lust in your eyes.
"You seem nervous, Country Club. Do I make you nervous?"
Your voice is barely above a whisper, scared to break the trance you're both in.
"A good nervous."
His tone is equally soft, your bodies now nearly touching as you subconsciously shift toward each other. You don't bother responding; no more words are needed.
Time stands still as you both lean in and your brain short circuits when his lips touch yours for the first time. Years of pining and faux hatred are spilled into the kiss, your emotions running rampant as everything finally comes to a head.
His tongue runs across your bottom lip, and you grant him access, nearly moaning at the taste. It's expensive scotch mixed with spearmint, a heavenly combination that you would never expect to love.
His hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as you move to straddle his waist. You stay there for several minutes, just soaking each other in as the world melts away.
He finally pulls away breathless, lips bruised in the most beautiful way, and blinks up at you.
"Still think I'm ugly?"
You nod your head, trying to catch your breath as you stare at his mouth.
"The ugliest."
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heyy l love ur all your touchstarved hcs and I was wondering if you could write anything for ais? if you’ve done him already could you do leander? thank youu <3
GENERAL AIS HCS
gn!reader | OF COURSEE my babygirl & thank u omg IM GLAD U GUYS LIKE THEM !!🫶 i'll probably make a separate leander post + posts for the others too tbh
you see it in the demo but he's so so happy to see you get along with princess + any other pets 🙁 personally i need a scene where they go to you instead of him and he pretends to be offended.
"after all i've done for you?" he asks before squatting beside you. his eyes flicker over to you before he joins in petting them. "guess i can't blame you, though."
ais teaching them tricks and grinning and saying good job and laughing when they jump on him for a reward. him teaching princess a trick and secretly being very excited to show you because he wants to see your reaction🙁💔
ONE LAST PET NOTE but i need to know what other names he's thought of because he totally looks like he'd give a big scary pet the silliest name ever. peak entertainment for him
if you know any other languages he'd love to learn some phrases!! yes i mean insults for others and nicknames for you. ais loves using them on like,, leander,, who's like What? so he can go "Wouldn't you like to know."
would be very amused if you dyed your hair to match his. calls you a copycat but if you threatened to redye it he'd get more annoying (said lovingly)
does the thing where he leans in really close as if he's gonna kiss you then doesn't. he reaches to grab something behind you and moves away while grinning
he likes listening to you talk about your interests and makes sure to remember important details. casually osmosis's (???) your interests and opinions even if he's never touched it himself
pulling him closer by his clothes or necklaces gets him. Interested.
the pocky game. he takes huge bites and kisses you or gets so incredibly close everyone's just like oh shut up. takes the stick that's a centimeter long between his fingers and goes "i think we got an inch left"
the type of guy who if you wordlessly hugged him would be like "miss me that much?" but have a noticeably firm hold around you because he Is a little worried about why you're hugging him. if you sincerely say yes, his eyes and voice soften when he says "well, good thing i'm here now."
he's confident and totally trusts you but he also finds it incredibly amusing to walk up and kiss you or wrap an arm around your waist if he sees someone try hitting on you. asks "hey, babe, who's this?" while staring right at them. Won't be nice if the person's an ass though
not afraid of pda. you could literally be clinging on to him and he wouldn't mind.
one of the guys who'd carry your silly looking bag without hesitation
you could say "oh try this," about a silly little heart headband and he'd let you put it on as long as he can give You one. "now we match," he says with a grin. take a picture together and set it as his lock screen and he won't change it for ages
looks like a guy who will drape himself on top of you if you're in bed or on the couch. the type of guy who when you say you need to go pee says okay i'll come with you before you shove him
^ likes it when you hold him and just play with his hair or trace things along is back. he plays that game where he tries to guess what you're writing and is ? weirdly good at it ?
if you made a playlist for him he'd listen to it whenever he misses you
also if you have spotify he always checks your profile. you say "i need to know who's liking my playlists" and he's like yeah they must have a crush on you. it's literally him though
sends you shit like this and says you @ me / us / etc because he's annoying and also correct. ais at the peak of the "you want me so bad" jokes would be on top of the world
#touchstarved game#touchstarved#ais x reader#touchstarved ais#🧾nia.answers#<3 anon#i want him....#someone remind me to add these to a masterlist#ill do it in 3 hours when im back from essay writing. oh my god#q#nia + touchstarved
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Hyperfocus: Neck
tbh, Very Underrated spot soo. Enjoy!
I smile down at them, running a hand through their hair as they sit on my lap. I was humming a song that I forgot the lyrics to, and just...Appreciating them. They reach up, poking my cheek, and saying softly "What are you Smiling about, Dork?" To which my smile only grows larger, because I'm certain they can tell. They can, as their blush makes clear, and I decide to mess with them a bit. I run my hand through their hair again, but then go around it, and trace over their neck gently. The way they scrunch their neck up in giggles melts my heart, but it's too late~ My hands are already in there, wiggling around Deviously, exploring. I stay like that, then say gently "How Do you Expect me to stop when I can't Move my hands?~" They consider this, and with some effort, un-scrunch their neck. This was, of course, a silly little trick on my end, I can tell from that excited smile I've grown to love that they Adore this treatment, so why would I stop now? I bury my head into their shoulder and collarbone, so they can't scrunch their neck anymore, and Begin kissing it. One hand keeps them still in the gentlest way I can, the other softly flutters against their neck, so now they have to choose between wiggly tickly fingers, and tickly kisses. Whenever they choose to block the kisses, I simply whisper sweet things into their ear. Things that they need to hear, but don't accept. Things about how special they are to me. I can feel their cheeks getting hot, and grin to myself, before slowly lifting my head up, and locking eyes with them. Still grinning, I produce a feather, and a paintbrush, and gently say "Here's the deal. If you can keep your neck still while these tickle it, that'll be the end of it. If you can't, I'm going to nibble all over that pretty little neck, because I LOVE the sounds you make when I do, and I love the fact that you enjoy it as much as me. Deal?~". I grin at them as they slowly nod, producing the tools, and gently feathering and brushing alll along your neck, watching as their head twitches, and they giggle softly, but do their utmost not to scrunch. Of course, I never specified a time limit on my "mean" game, and after a while they cave, at which I smirk, and whisper: "Ready?~". It's a genuine question as much as a tease, I want to make absolutely positive they're having as much fun as possible here. When you nod again, I smile with Content, and lower my head again, nibbling you for a couple seconds, before Drawling into your ear "You taste good!~" .And with that, I tickle, and Nibble into the night~
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Hello! I'd like to request Eula, Hu Tao, and Rosaria's s/o getting super shy/flustered about asking to hold their hand
Even tho its super cheesey i have an absolute soft spot for the trope or whatever you call that tbh
I can't believe this is what I'm using my education for...
Eula and Hu Tao with a reader that get's shy when asking to hold their hand
Characters: Hu Tao / Eula x gn!reader (separate)
warnings: none
a/n: I have to admit that I have absolutely no idea how to write for Rosaria. I came up with something, but it would have literally been something like 2 sentences. So I'm really sorry.
I'm just happy that I got to write for my two favourite's again. it's been so long
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Hu Tao
Hu Tao never had, isn’t currently in the possession of, and never will grow a sense of shame, so while that meant that getting her to be embarrassed by something she did was almost an impossibility, it didn’t need a genius detective to notice that the people she surrounded herself with, with the exception of Zhongli and Xingqiu, although she was sure she’d get to him someday, didn’t exactly fit the same criteria.
So while her heart did skip a beat whenever you asked her anything that made your face turn red, she couldn’t help but use the chance to get a bit of fun out of your nervousness.
You should have known that no good was going to come out of agreeing to Hu Tao’s request to go somewhere together, but your stupid brain couldn’t help but accept when she asked, too excited when she took the word “date” in her mouth.
Unluckily for you however, the funeral parlor’s director’s definition of a date was taking a trip to wuwang hill and hunting for any lost souls.
“I… don’t know if it's such a good idea to go there. It seems pretty dark”, you voiced your concerns upon seeing where she was going to take you, only for Hu Tao to turn around quickly enough for you to nearly get a heart attack when you were suddenly greeted with her face mere inches away from yours, and summoning her weapon before triumphantly showing it off.
“If it’s too dark for you, I can light my weapon. We might start a small wildfire, but it’s not like the ghosts will care too much”, she suggested with her typical smile, making sure to pronounce the word “ghosts” in as unsettling of a voice she could muster.
It didn’t do much, but coupled with the already sinistre energy the hills gave off and the small, transparent children you could swear you saw running around from the corner of your eyes, only for them to vanish once you took a closer look, made the king of all shivers run down your spine.
“...or”, she began talking once again, causing you to look up at her, anticipating her next words, “you could hold my hand if you’re scared.”
It didn’t take you long to shake your head and stutter out a responce as your face turned hot, only for Hu Tao to laugh and turn back around, ready to lead you farther into the forest. Or at least she would have, if the sound of something stepping on a branch behind a nearby bush hadn’t caused you to nearly fall over dead. And while she wouldn’t complain about receiving a new customer, business could wait for a little longer.
“Y- you know what? I- is the offer still available?”, you asked slowly, the shame and nervousness openly displayed in your voice, as you looked to the ground, too scared of what you might see if you looked up at her..
“Sure, if you buy a casket from me? They’re surprisingly affordable… most of them at least”, Hu Tao joked, only to shut up for a second when she realized you were too occupied with fearing for your life to notice her genius joke.
In one quick motion, she grabbed your hand before moving to your side so the two of you stood shoulder to shoulder, before suddenly intertwining her fingers with yours.
“But since it’s you this should suffice.”
And while you spent the rest of the trip too embarrassed and deafened by the internal screaming to feel frightened by the dark hills that made you nervous from just thinking about them not long ago, Hu Tao happily skipped by your side while humming her favorite tunes.
Eula
Eula, being born and raised as an aristocrat, had been taught how to do anything with elegance and dignity, from chuckling, to getting out of what would otherwise become an awkward scene. All of which was to say that something like holding another person’s hand was no problem to her either, having to have done so at many balls and other events in her past. So as long as you remained at least somewhat calm when asking to hold her hand, it should be no problem at all.
…so why was asking this difficult?
With every minute that your date drew nearer to a close, you became less and less talkative, eventually coming to a point where you silently sat and ate your food while remaining completely silent. If it hadn’t been for the hundreds of quick glances you took at her, only to immediately look back down when your eyes crossed, Eula would have simply assumed you were getting tired. It was pretty late after all and as she knew you, you’d probably spent most of last night awake, overthinking what you would do the next day. But now, she couldn’t help but worry about other motives.
Was there something on her face? Eula quickly wiped the corners of her mouth with ner napkin, trying to play it off as casual as possible.
There it was again! You were still glancing at her, somehow seeming even more nervous than before. If it wasn’t any food, what was it? Was there someone behind her you didn’t exactly have fond memories of? Would it be weird to take a look? Or was it her after all that caused you to act this way? Did she say something hurtful before? No wait, did you take her joke too literally? Maybe she should work on her communication skills after all?
“caniholdyourhand?”, the words shot out of your mouth, as you nervously looked around, your cheeks having turned a deep shade of red.
“What?” Eula asked, more in confusion than in anything else. Was this what you were acting all nervous about? A part of her felt relief wash over her, and yet your shyness began rubbing off on her more than she’d like.
“Can I- you know… uhm. Hold your hand?”, you asked once again, a lot slower this time but in turn much more quiet than before.
Before long, Eula reached out her hand for yours before grabbing it. There was no need to act all shy about something like hand holding, afterall, especially for an aristocrat like her. But then again, you had never been too confident about things like this, so she might as well give you a hand and help you out a bit.
Or so she’d like to, if her face wasn’t in the process of matching yours in the color department.
…Why was this so much more difficult with you?
#eula#eula x reader#eula x gn!reader#eula x you#eula x y/n#eula lawrence#hu tao#hu tao x reader#hu tao x you#hu tao x y/n
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Yuma Hard Thoughts 🔞
CW: NSFW, Pet names(Yuma calls reader Kitten and whore, and Y/N calls Yuma Master), Y/N is AFAB, spanking, unprotected sex, cumming inside, mentions of multiple rounds, oral(Y/N receiving), squirting is suggested, breeding is definitely mentioned, not proofread. Let me know if I missed anything
A/N: I literally have no idea why I thought about this, tbh I think it's because I had a dream of Yuma hitting it from behind 😔 help. Also I tried dabbling a little with dialogue more with this one so it's not going to be the best since I'm not that used to it! But I hope y'all enjoy 🥲💞
So, I have a little thought about Yuma that I just can't get out of my head.
Imagine you're dating Yuma right? And so since he got the weekend off you both decided that you'll sleep over at his place. And so let's say you got off of work or classes were dismissed before he got off work, so you decided to go ahead and head over to his place. You automatically got comfortable choosing to lay in his bed wearing only panties and his hoodie. As you get bored waiting for him to come home you decide to just scroll mindlessly on social media till he got home.
Now Yuma was really excited to see you! Even though you guys talk everyday when you can it has been a hot minute since he's actually seen you or even touched you...It took everything in him to not just have you move in with him. So when practice was up and he got the green light to go home he was the fastest one to grab his shit and GO. His members had to tell him to slow down because he was rushing too fast causing him to bump into things.
As Yuma got home he went straight to his room to find you laying on your stomach watching some YouTube videos on your phone. Yuma could've sworn that his heart would burst out of his chest just by seeing you. He immediately laid on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and smothering the side of your face and neck with kissing your heart fluttering and swell. He nuzzled his face in your neck inhaling your scent, to say that he was beyond happy that he was finally able to hold his baby close would be an understatement. Turning off your phone, you strained your neck back a little so you could see him. You scanned his soft features, oh how you love how content he always looks whenever he gets to hold you. You played with the stands of his hair, giving his scalp a little massage, "Someone missed me?" You asked softly earning a low hum from him. His eyes fluttered open as he gave you his signature smile his snaggletooth peeking out a little. "Very much, missed every part of you~" he nuzzled his nose against yours before leaning in to leave a soft and loving kiss upon your lips. As Yuma pulled away from the kiss he sat up and adjusted himself so that he was now straddling you. He shoved your (his) hoodie up exposing your bare back, his hands massaging your back. How he managed to get every tense spot was beyond anyone, your eyes shut relishing in the pleasure. The tension in your back that you didn't even know was there finally losing up. He leaned down leaving little kisses in-between your shoulder blades. His hands sliding down and took hold of your ass cheeks, you could feel his soft smile turning into a suggestive smirk against your skin. "Especially here~" he said while giving your butt a soft squeeze, his actions earning a small moan from you. He continued to knead the soft and squishy flesh, his thumb barely ghosting over your heat. Tiny whines leaving your lips as they form into a pout, you wiggle your ass around pressing against his cock which were strained against the fabric of his pants. Yuma bit down on his lower lip to hold back the moan, he held your hips down giving your ass a slight slap. "Someone's needy~" he taunted as he hooked his fingers in the bands of your underwear sliding them down your legs revealing how wet you already were. "Says yo-" another smack landed on your ass causing a yelp to escape your lips your hands gripping onto the bedsheets, the warmth of his hand print already forming. You could feel Yuma moving down the bed, his hand pushing your legs apart. A contented hum came from Yuma as he collected your juicy on his fingers, clearly satisfied from how wet you already were. "So cute~" he chuckled out, the tips of his finger tracing up and down from your clit to your needy hole. Your face quickly grows hot as your breathing picks up. Your hips pushing against his fingers wanting to feel more of him. Not wasting another second, he slowly pushed two fingers into you, your walls quickly squeezing around his digit. The stretch feels oh so good as he pumped them in and out at of you, not giving you a moment to adjust. A series of loud moans coming from you as your grip on the bedsheets tighten. Hiding your face in the pillow hoping to drown out your moan, Yuma landing another spanking, this one harder than the others. "Wanna hear your pretty noises kitten", his tongue making contact with your clit. Licking slow agonizing circles, your moan quickly turning into whimpers "pl-please, faster".
He continued his slow pace, acting innocent as if he didn't hear you. You continued your pleas but they only fell deaf to his ear. Tears stinging at the corner of your eyes as frustration over took you, your hips voluntarily grinding against his fingers and tongue in hops to get more pleasure. Your actions causing Yuma to huff in annoyance, he pulled his fingers out sitting up completely. The sudden loss making you whine in confusion, you turned your head to ask why he stopped, but before even a single word could come out your face was pushed against the pillow. His dick plunged into you, causing you to cry out from both pleasure and pain as it's been a while. Yuma wrapped his hand around your throat, air quickly being cut off slightly as he proceeded to bully his cock into your wet and needy cunt. "So impatient" he groans out, his hips not letting up as he landed multiple slaps your already sore ass. "wanted. to. make thissp'cial" he said in-between each thrust. The tears that once threaten to leave your eyes finally steaming down your face. Yuma hissed in pleasure at the feeling of having your warm walls squeezing around his dick oh so perfectly. Now Yuma was a little below average when it came to length, but he definitely made up for his girth. And he definitely stretched you out so well, your walls struggling to take him all. "Such a fucking whore, couldn't wait to have my dick in you huh kitten?" His free hand made its way to your breast, his fingers finding your nipple with such ease. The way he pinched and flickered your nipple sent shivers down your spine straight to cunt. Your walls clenching down on his dick even more earning a loud high pitch moan from the man above you. His hips never once slowed down, instead they kept going fast and faster. His balls slapping against your clit with each thrust had you moaning like the needy slut you were. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let him continue to use your body. The pleasure became almost unbearable as your whole body started to spasm from the pleasure. "Master fuck please-", you didn't even know what you were asking for but Yuma did. His lips grazed over your ear as he whispered encouraging words, "cum kitten, cum for me~".
Just but his words had you a moaning mess cumming all over his cock. You felt liquid squirting out wetting your legs and the sheets below you. "Fuck baby, so f'ckin close", Yuma was now a moaning mess above you, his dick twitch inside you his cum threatening to spill out inside. "Fuck, gonna cum inside kitten, gonna knock you up" Your mind going numb as you were on cloud 9. His promises of knocking you up making you reach you high once more. "pleaseplease please, breed me master please" Yuma scoffed as his grip on you tighten, his hips almost bruising yours from how hard he was thrusting into you. "Fuck, you'd like that huh? Your tummy getting all swollen. Shit, you look so beautiful~" promises of getting you pregnant falling off his tongue almost like he was chanting a spell. Both lost in the pleasure, it wasn't until you felt Yumas hips stuttering against you and warmth overflowing your womb as curses left his lips. Both you and Yuma fell on the body, his body resting on top of you as heavy breaths filled the room.
Whimpers leaving your lips as you felt Yuma pick back up his thrust. You turned your head to look up at Yuma big doe eyes. Only a smug smirk appears on his face "what? Thought I was done?".
Yuma definitely showed you all night how much he missed you, through multiple orgasms and creampies. Both you and Yuma are definitely going to be sore the following morning. But honestly, who gives a fuck, you both love each other and Yuma is definitely going to prove to you that he does through multiple rounds and positions. And yeah, uh you might wanna pick up a Plan B the next morning if y'all weren't actually serious about getting pregnant 💀 .
#&team hard hours#&team smut#auntiefaye🧚🏻♀️#&team imagines#&team yuma smut#&team yuma hard thoughts
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It's me the first sage of buer (first anon of celabi)
I have not written any thoughts for scummy scara in FOREVERR but I have a few rotting in my brain so here you guys go enjoy loll. This one is based around punishing our lovely greasy boy 😈
The punishment doesn't have to be prompted by something bad Scaramouche did, sometimes we just wanna tease and torture him, yk??
Imagine tying up scara to his bed, he complies without a single complaint, not even a question, because why would he? He trusts you completely. He can feel himself getting excited at the thought of all the things you're going to do to him, he submits himself to you completely and utterly. You make a show of undressing yourself, scaramouche moans at each section of skin he sees, he licks his lips. He's already so achingly hard when you're sat before him nude, he can't wait until you undress him next…
He waits patiently, but before you make any move to tend to him, you start touching yourself before his widened eyes. It was certainly something he didn't expect, but he wasn't complaining. He loved seeing you this vulnerable, the sounds you made, the show you were putting on. It was all for him. He tries to keep his attention on you, but his cock becomes increasingly hard to ignore, it's throbbing wildly at the scene.
He groans, pleading for you to just take his pants off, relieve him just a little, please. You smile and shake your head, thrusting your fingers into yourself more.
He's getting a little impatient now, as all he can do is watch you, painfully hard
"My love.. pl-please..haah~.. t-touch me too..please"
He whines, tugging at the restraints. He can see your juices run over your fingers now, making a mess on his bed. He's definitely going to suck on that spot later. But he wants a taste, right now. Please, he'll beg, just slip your fingers into his drooling mouth, let him taste you, he pleads. You just chuckle at his tearful and desperate state. Poor poor boy, this is truly the worst torture one can receive.
@ celabis 87 anons, I'm free on Feb 14 who want me 🤭🤭
(I have another thought, like a part 2 to this I will write laterrr enjoy this for now, I hope you get better celabi muahh)
- ☔️
And when he he and how he does what he when yes
Jfc I’ve missed u and ur thoughts so much ☔️ 😭🫶 always written so well… tbh u portray him so much better then i do lansosnen but I’m not complaining because THEYRE ALWAYS SO GOOD!!!
God I wanna ruin him so bad, make him whimper and stuff 🤭 errrrr if I have some downtime, I’ll add like a little drabble on to this If you don’t mind 🙇♀️
ANS WHAT U MEAN WHO WANT YOU??? UHM I DO?
Errhsma I also have a scummy alhaitham draft in the works… tehe, tbh I would like to make this like, a whole series with every one soooo look out for that (coming 2030 😎)
Lysm ☔️, kisses xoxo
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Hey can I get a evan/habit reacting to the reader dress up like a sexy bunny for evans birthday >:3
I- um, sure, sorry for the late response I was flabbergasted for a little bit there
☆ 🐰 HABIT/Evan with a reader that wore a sexy bunny costume for his birthday 🐰 ☆
Tw: HABIT is...well HABIT, knifeplay, breathplay, inappropriate use of purple duct tape, voyeurism, horny HABIT, sad Evan, mostly just HABIT tbh
Headcanons:
HABIT gets very, ahem, excited when he sees you like that, he already wants people to serve him, seeing you serve him like THAT is a major turn on
He likes being in control, if you wanted to dom him you're shit out of luck
HABIT kinda took Evan's birthday from him because he can't remember his own (the whole ancient demon thing kinda fucked his memory)
As soon as he sees you wearing that, you're getting bent over the first flat surface he sees, so make sure you do it in private or Firebrand is getting one hell of a show
Is it purple? Because if it is RIP to your legs, they'll be shaking like the San Francisco earthquake when he's finished
Do you have stamina? Cuz he's got stamina, he's not afraid to fuck you till you're stupid
He's gonna choke you, he likes seeing you in distress, struggling to breathe because of him
He'll cut you, he doesn't care about you the way you care about him, he wants to see you bloodied and beaten all because of him, he loves seeing the blood trickle down your thighs as you beg him to stop, he's not gonna stop, you wanna dress like a rabbit? He'll treat you like one of his rabbits
Good luck surviving him, period. Realistically, he'd kill you before you could even try to get in a relationship with him
"Oh bunny, don't ya look so pretty covered in your own blood?~ This is what you wanted, right? Me fucking you till you can't speak, and you, my little plaything, underneath me like the whore you are," he purrs, biting at the duct tape binding you wrists behind you, wrapping his hand tighter around your neck, you try to gasp for breath, it's not working, you feel something cold at your neck. "Oh, hello Vinny, care to see the show? I'm almost done, really. You caught me in the middle of -" Then you black out for the last time. Was HABIT really the best man out there to date? Obviously not
Now for Evan, my beloved, darling Evan
He saw you in that outfit and immediately got sad, rabbits remind him of HABIT, HABIT reminds him of every awful deed he's been forced to do because of that monster, why would you want to remind him of that? On his birthday too...
He stared at his hands for a long while, then you could hear sniffling, he was crying, he looked up at you with tears in his eyes. "Maybe I should've stopped dating after Steph," he said after a long period of silence, he quietly walked into you're shared room, you could still hear his sniffling through the door
Please please PLEASE change clothes. He hates seeing you in that, you're breaking his sweet little heart
Please comfort him. If you do, he's laying his head on your shoulders while you rub his back. Slowly, he looks up and kisses you gently, over and over again
As you felt his lips on yours again, you pulled him closer and kissed him again, your lips slowly moving onto his neck. As he felt you nip at his neck, he let out a soft whimper, tilting his head to the side to give you better access. He let's you remove his clothes gently, moaning softly as you kiss his inner thighs. He undressed you quickly, taking one of your nips into his mouth and rubbing the other one between his fingers. He gasps softly as you insert a finger inside him, his whimpers fill the room as you continue fingering him. Eventually, when you sink onto his throbbing cock he moans the loudest, involuntarily thrusting upwards into you, burying his face in your chest as he whimpers loudly, you push his shoulders back and begin riding him, as you bounce on his throbbing member his eyes are rolled back, his lips are on yours and he's holding you close.
Maybe his birthday wasn't so bad after all...
Tysm for the ask!! Reblogd and likes are greatly appreciated! - Silas
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Can we get some scout nsfw voicelines but subby pls……
HELP i dont have writing reqs open but i appreciate that u know what u want, so this is for you anon
Scout voice lines: subby ver.
Notes
I leave it kind of vague on what the reader is doing to him, let your mind go to town.
Sequel to my other scout voice lines writing, this time he's a bottom
Gender neutral reader
Mix of lines and writing
Tbh i think he'd be make a good powerbottom, but he gets more submissive thru this. And begs a lot
Scout as a sub would be so full of stammering to the point he'd hardly get anything across, communicating more with his eyes, breaths, and body language.
At first when you'd make a move, Scout would try and play it cool. He'd act like he's the one in control, going,
"Ohh, someone's gettin' bold."
But he'd end that line right then and there, suppressing the chatterbox urges as he would wait excitedly for you to do something. He really would give himself away too easily, his cheeks flushing red and leaning into every touch you would give him.
"You- you gonna keep goin' or what?"
You could ease him into it, but the way Jeremy would practically buck his hips at the slightest hint you were gonna do something? You didn't need to be told directly in order to get the memo.
He'd get impatient surprisingly quickly, his excitement reassuring you a little.
"Can't you just- like.. do somethin'?"
You'd kiss him gently, telling him to be patient while moving your hand slowly down his stomach. He'd chuckle in an attempt to seem confident, but his eyes would be locked on your hand.
"Well, well.. You, uh.." he'd chuckle, and then continue, "I mean, this-"
And he'd just say shit like that honestly, not even being able to get his point across and then grinning at himself in embarassment. He'd put his hands on your shoulders for a bit of comfort.
"I ain't usually so.. stammery, like this, I'm- uh, much.. bolder. Y'know?"
So you'd reassure Jeremy that it was alright and that you found it cute how he reacted. That you loved the way he would shudder at every touch and go along with every action. And best of all, that he didn't dare touch himself, instead waiting for you to do it.
His voice would get caught in his throat, smiling and throwing out aimless filler words like,
"Well, it's- uhh.." as if he'd have any direction of what he'd want to say. "If you say so."
You'd really have to be patient with him, it wouldn't occur to him to be forward and tell you what he'd want. All this time, his fantasies would involve him taking the lead, so he'd have no clue what to do in this situation.
So you would ask if he liked when you touched him a certain way, when you moved yourself against him. You'd ask, so he'd have to reply.
"Well," he'd chuckle, "ain't the best thing I've ever felt."
If that was the case, why would Jeremy be going along with everything you did? Why would he be reacting so strongly to every small movement? You both would know you have him wrapped around your finger. You'd know he's taunting you. That he's being bratty.
So you would have to coax it out of him, but you won't want to go all out just yet. So you would play with his nipples to hear him gasp, grind your hips against his to feel him moving against you too. Tell him that, if this wasn't the best, that you wanted to hear what he wanted.
He'd smirk up at you, but his voice would conveniently get caught in his throat.
"I- I want'cha to.. um-"
And you'd stop, feigning innocence, claiming that if you didn't know what he wanted, you wouldn't be able to give it to him.
And he'd fall for it.
"Oh, uh, okay- right."
He'd then mumble in the softest voice,
"I want'cha to.. uh.. do what you want.. To me."
A very adorable way of saying that he trusts you with control. It's much easier to earn Jeremy's shyness once the facade of confidence is down. So you'd move to touch him where he wants, promising you'd be gentle.
His breath would hitch in his throat as he'd gaze up at you in a haze - as if you didn't literally just start. His eyes would do all the talking here.
It would be really cute how much he'd want you, and you'd be determined to hear the words fall from his lips. So you'd keep going at your slow pace, watching him. Observing him.
And you'd ask how he likes it, already knowing damn well what he's thinking.
"Yeah.. uh- I- I like it.. it's good-"
"You're doin-" he'd inhale sharply, "good, real good, but.."
And you'd stop completely, gazing at him cheekily. And he'd whine,
"D- don't stop, hey.."
You'd ask again what he wanted. And he'd just mumble,
"Can you.."
And Jeremy would guide your hand on him to touch him more, and he'd let go once you caught on.
You nearly wouldn't be able to resist the way he'd be so direct and yet so shy, knowing exactly what he'd want but catching a frog in his throat every time he'd try and say it. So you'd press him a little, pouting as you ask if that's all he had to say.
"Well- uh, I..," he'd take a second to regain enough composure to continue speaking, "I love you. A lot."
"I trust you, baby. You don't have to- you don't have to be shy."
You? The shy one here?
You'd move your hand quicker, causing him to jolt and cling onto your shoulders. It would be so cute the way you could so easily get him quiet.
Jeremy would close his eyes and really try hard not to be noisy. But his breathing would quicken, and you'd be tempted to wedge your thumb between his lips to hear him more.
You'd keep pushing him, all while giving him gentle kisses. But just when it'd seem like he's really enjoying himself, you would stop. You'd tell him that if he wanted more, he'd have to ask for it.
He'd give you a cocky smile, but his head would be facing away a little, as if to show just how vulnerable he'd be. He'd taunt, in a soft and breathy voice,
"Why should I ask for more? Ya haven't given me anythin' worth askin' for."
But you'd know him well enough that you wouldn't fall for that.
So you'd play into it. You tell Jeremy you'd just stop in that case, and he'd get desperate really quick. His eyebrows would furrow as he'd lean closer to you, going,
"Hey, wait- uh- I was-" he'd take a second to swallow nervously, "no, I- I didn't mean that."
It'd bring a smile to your face how quickly he'd take it back.
"I don't-" he sighs, "I don't want you to stop. Can you.."
So you'd just keep playing innocent, insisting you don't know what he's asking for, all while running your hands all over his body and feeling him shiver under your touch.
"Oh, come on, don't make me say it.. you- I know you know what I'm gonna ask."
"I- what I mean is- ..look, you know I like- love. I love this, I love you, it- it's.."
He'd stumble over his words. And eventually you'd give him a taste of what he wants, but you don't let him get comfortable with that sense of relief. You give him a taste,
"Shit- yeah, yeah, like that.."
And let Jeremy enjoy it, this time actually wedging your thumb between his front teeth and earning a few soft moans from him,
..and then you'd stop.
You'd plan to do that over and over in attempt to try and pry it from him again, but it doesn't even take long for him to cave. This time he'd seem much more desperate.
"Oh, please, just- Can you just touch me more already?"
And he'd pause.
"Or- or ride me, or like- suck me off, or.."
And he'd say the next bit in the softest voice.
"..or fuck me."
So you'd kiss his face and hold his hips comfortingly, telling him about how you were hesitant since he didn't seem so sure in his answer. Why would someone who knows what they want stumble over their words so much?
"But-"
You'd talk over Jeremy, telling him that you don't wanna do anything to him he'd be uncomfortable with - to which he'd quickly interrupt you back a little too loudly, going,
"No, I want it! I want you to- do that stuff.. please?"
Just as you'd want, he'd become more pliable. So you'd kiss him slowly and tenderly, running your hands through his hair in order to reassure him, before moving to a comfortable postion. One where you'd be ready to do whichever thing you'd like to do with him first.
You'd ask if he meant like this, and you'd watch his face light up.
"Yeah! Uh- i just think-" he'd watch you in anticipation, "well, I mean, I just.. I want you. A lot."
Honestly you really wouldn't know how much you could tease him for, he would already be so adorable at your command and twitching at every slight touch. So you'd eventually relent, giving him exactly what he'd want, listening to the way his breath would hitch and how his eyes would watch you move as you gave it to him.
"Ohh, yeah, baby, like that.."
You'd tell Jeremy to look at you, and he'd follow suit, smiling a little from embarassment but his eyes quickly squeezing shut as breaths and curse words would fall from his agape lips.
He'd just whimper,
"Baby.. shit-"
"Fuck, mmh.."
"Like that, like that.."
You'd ask again if he likes it, and he wouldn't even go for words, just leaving you with a breathy,
"Uh-huh.."
But you wouldn't want to settle for an answer like that. You'd tell him to speak properly. Make a sentence for you to tell you that he likes it.
But just as Jeremy would take a breath to talk, you'd go even harder on him. All he'd be able to muster would be a whiny,
"Good- 's good.."
He'd move along to your rhythm, falling out of rhythm now and then only to stop moving for a moment so he could find it once more. He'd love that you'd move like you knew exactly what you're doing.
When he'd slowly get close, he'd be so easy, so pliable, to get him to say whatever you wanted. He'd futily try and suck in the drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, as he'd moan,
"More- more, please."
"I can't take it, don't stop, please don't stop please please-"
"Fuck, i just- I- it's so-"
But the closer he would get, the more words he would lose, and the more he would be saying two things.
One of which being a needy and breathy,
"Please-"
And another being your name.
But if you're feeling a little sadistic, you could stop right at the edge, so you could watch Jeremy gaze upon you desperately. You wouldn't even have to coax him into going,
"Don't stop- I- I'm so close-"
"Please, I want you so bad, please-"
"Baby, please.."
"I- I'll be good.."
And before you continue, you'd wanna have a last bit of fun with him first. You'd tell him to say something - something he was too embarassed to say before. Anything you wanted.
And the words would fall from his lips like it was second nature, not even having to stop and think about his embarrassment. He'd say it like it was the only phrase he knew.
And you'd kiss him, satisfied with his obedience, and then give it to him just like he'd asked.
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🎀 sacrifices • childe x reader
A/N: i finally decided to start writing regularly again and i think i'll take requests. anyways, sorry if it's not as good, i'm still getting used to writing again 💖
Warnings: cursing? lol yandere if you squint (idk is this classified as yandere?), childe is a warning by himself tbh. plz let me know if i need to add anything else <3
You often enjoyed trailing through the bright, freeing fields of Springvale. You'd grown acquainted with quite a few people who lived there— one in particular, a bright haired girl with ashy gray eyes. She would get quite excited to see you, as you seldom visited the cheerful town. You had considered permanently moving to Monstad, as the acting grand master of the knights of favonius had taken an interest in your skills with an electro vision. Though had no issues with the nation per se, you simply failed to see a future with the citizens of Monstad. You rarely ever stayed in one place for more than 6 months because you'd rather experience changes of scenery often. It was simply your mode of living.
"[Name]!" a sweet voice cooed, running towards you. It was Lin, a girl from Springvale. She wore a plain, white sundress and held a basket of fruits in her hand. A small sheep perked it's head up, happily following her. "You're back!"
You gave her a soft smile, as she placed her basket down. "Not for long. It's almost winter so I thought I'd just stay here till it warms up again."
"You can't possibly spend the rest of your life traveling can you? Why don't you settle somewhere. Get married,have kids..." she chortled, dimples appearing to on her cheeks.
A bitter feeling pooled in your stomach at her words. Although her goal was not to offend you, you couldn't help but feel a little cold towards her opinions. Life would become too simple if you settled down and there would be a lack of an adventure. And as for finding a partner, you were barely 21, there was no rush for romance. You'd rather continue to travel from nation to nation, occasionally living in one place for a while and finding odd jobs. "Perhaps one day!" you fruitfully replied, maintaining a tense free vibe. Your eyes trailed down to her hands and you suddenly noticed a shiny object on her ring finger. You gasped out of surprise and looked up at her, mouth agape. "Y-You're engaged?"
Lin bashfully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking. "Oh... How could I forget? But yes, my fiancé proposed to me a couple months ago. You'll be delighted to hear that he's a vision holder, just like you!"
"Congratulations!" you enthused. You could care less about him being a vision holder, but you didn't want to hurt her feelings. Unfortunately, she seemed to pick up a hostile vibe.
"Well then, I'll be off!" she picked up her basket. "Please let me know if you need anything. I'll be at the bakery most of the day!" she strutted away while her sheep followed her joyfully.
You watched as her figure grew smaller and smaller the farther away she walked, and sighed in relief. It's not that you didn't like her, you enjoyed her company. The people of Monstad were just a little too free in their way of speaking. Sometimes they wouldn't know when to keep their thoughts to themselves. There was tons of talk going on at the moment— about some other traveler and their sibling, Stormterror, the Fatui infiltrating, the abyss order, etc.
You never cared about the hassle of it all.
It was selfish of you.
Currently, you had your book of herbs and fruits open, flipping through the pages of ones you could collect from Springvale. You reached down to collect a pile of red colored berries, which often grew next to tall trees. Before your fingers could lock around the fruit, footsteps emerged from behind you, and you panicked. Immediately straightening up, you turned around to see absolutely nothing there. Your brows furrowed in confusion before your ears picked up the sound of something whizzing past you.
"What the hell?" you whispered to yourself. For a moment, you stood lazily, as if you were unaware of your surroundings. The second you heard shuffling, you turned around once more, and your body flung itself at the thing that was running behind you. Your sword was out and you found yourself tackling SOMEONE, rather than SOMETHING onto the grassy floor. You immediately recognized the fox-like features of person pinned underneath you, with your sword at their neck. "Childe?"
"Miss me?" he cocked a brow. You pulled yourself off him angrily, before he caught a hold of your wrist, forcing your down, enjoying the little gasp that left your lips. "And what did I say about calling me that?"
"Ajax," you hissed, glaring down at the harbinger. You were quick to notice how his grip slightly tightened, but he still held the same playful expression on his face. "What are you d-"
"Tsk!" he scoffed. "As if you don't know."
You finally pulled away from him, and stumbled back into the grass. Sighing, you looked up only to realize something was blocking the sun from shining down on your face. An arm extended down to help you on feet, and reluctantly, you took it. "I don't know why you're here."
"I left you a note [Name]. You know that!" his voiced darkened and increased in volume with each word. His features were no longer soft and mischievous— they were cold. Perhaps his eyes were always this dull and lifeless, you just never realized before. Displeased with your lack of a response, Childe stalked closer to you. "I don’t like to be ignored, don’t do this right now.”
You stepped back, hearing the sound of leaves crunching under your shoes. "Fine!" you snapped, staying alert of your surroundings. "I did get the letter but you're delusional if you think I thought about it for even a second."
"Ouch..." Childe dramatically placed a hand on his chest, face morphing into falsified pain. "You really hate me that much?"
"Chil-" you began, but caught sight of the disapproving look plastered on his face. Your grit your teeth before continuing. "Ajax... I don't want to join the Fatui, under you especially."
"Is that so?" he taunted. That was something else you despised about the harbinger. He rarely took anything that left your lips seriously. God- you fucking hated when he did that. It made you feel worthless— like a kid blabbering nonsense to its parent. It was degrading. "You'd be a special subordinate of mine [Name]. Anything you want, it's yours. If the world is what you desire, the world is what you'll have."
To anyone watching without an ounce of context, Childe sounded almost romantic. Offering the world to you as if it was a material object— he looked to be at your feet. But you know him. You knew him far better than any of those imaginary bystanders. He was a monster, and you were simply just his prey. “I don’t-” you swallowed.
“Do you really believe that you have a choice?” he taunted you once again. His eyes gazed down curiously in an attempt analyze your body language. Suddenly, as if the world had sided with him, Childe’s eyes lit up. “Confused?”
You looked at him strangely, tilting your head. He loved when you did that. “Confused about what?” you questioned. Without a single second to spare, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and with immeasurable speed, you were pulled behind a tree. “Wh-” you began.
“Sh!” the harbinger hissed, covering your mouth with his hand. He motioned towards the open field and your turned your head, your eyes meeting two soldiers, probably the Knights of Favonius. They seemed to be searching for someone, their hands tightly gripping their weapons. You opened your mouth to ask Childe why he seemed to be hiding, but before you could ask, he was already speaking. “Someone died, and they’re looking for the killer.”
“Huh?” you squeaked out in confusion.
His eyes switched from dark and dull to a bright gleam. You noticed the way his lips curved up into an innocent smile and how it reached eyes. “It was some blonde girl with a sheep.” he shrugged. Your heart dropped into your stomach and bile was forming in your throat. For a second, you felt dizzy, and you unconsciously hunched over, covering your mouth. “There! There!” the ginger patted your back soothingly. He helped you steady yourself. “It’s alright, some sacrifices have to be made for the greater good."
You froze, glaring up at him, and finally understanding the dire situation you were in. “You killed a civilian?” you croaked out, still a little dizzy. She was with you only a few moments ago. Had you not ran off in anger, you would have protected her.
Childe was still watching you carefully— observing your face with intent to analyze your emotions. “Come now, you’re not oblivious to the doings of the Fatui, are you? We really don’t have time for idle chit chat, they are looking for you.”
He motioned for you to follow him, and crossed his arms in disapproval when you didn’t. “How many more people are to die for you? Huh?” he angrily snapped at you. “The more you waste my time, the more people die, understand?”
You hands were shaking. Out of fear or anger or perhaps shock— you didn’t know. “F-Fine.” you spoke, your voice shaking. All you think about was Lin. Poor, sweet Lin who made the fatal mistake of befriending a simple girl who had caught the eye of the 11th Fatui Harbinger. You didn’t want to think about her family, or her fiancé, or the the fact that she wanted kids.
Childe leaned down to raise up your chin and kiss you. You obliged, kissing him back and feeling him smile into it. “See. Everything is much better when you simply listen. Isn’t it?”
#yandere#childe x y/n#childe x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin childe#yandere x reader#tartagalia genshin impact#tartagalia x reader#genshin ajax#yandere childe#yandere childe x reader
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Been a hot minute since I tried to write anything half decent, so I'm little rusty. But please accept this little NSFW piece I've just pulled out of my ass, not even gonna use tags or anything 🤣🤍
(Tbh, I was thinking about Marvolo when I wrote it, but I mention no names, so it could literally be about any male character)
Desire💚
Entering the room and closing the door behind you both, he instantly pushed you up against it, looking down at you with a devilish grin on his face. You felt his hands slide down to grip at your hips and pull you into him before his head came down to kiss at your neck. You let out a small moan feeling his lips make contact with your skin, leaning your head back to give him easier access, you feel him smirking against your neck, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. He pulls back, cupping his hands under your legs, lifting you. You wrap your legs around him as your hands meet around the back of his neck.
You can see that look in his eyes as he carries you over to the bed, laying you down on it, his body now atop of yours, another cheeky smirk on hid face as he leans down to kiss at your lips. His kisses were full of urgency and greed, his tongue sliding against your own. He let's out a breathless groan, pulling back once more, biting your bottom lip as he did so. His hand trails down, teasing the bottom of your dress as he looks at your face, narrowing his eyes, looking intently at your expression.
You want him, you want this. You look back at him, subtly biting your own lip, your eyes flicker as he gives you a knowing smile, finally sliding his hand under your clothing, his finger presses against your underwear, running it up the damp fabric painfully slow, you let out a desperate whimper which makes him give a quick, quiet chuckle, he loves teasing you, too much if anything, but he knew it got you worked up, which is exactly what he wanted. He loved you desperate and begging. His finger toyed with you on top of your underwear for what felt like ages, only making you more hungry for him. "Please," you whispered. He narrows his eyes once more, another smirk, "Please, what?" He responds deeply, "Dont make me wait. " His smirk widens, his head coming down to your neck once more, giving it a swift lick from the bottom to your ear, before he whispered back to you "But making you wait is half the fun..Seeing that look on your flushed face. Seeing your want, your desire for me to make you feel something, " he let's out another low chuckle in your ear, making a shiver fall down your spine. But he relents, his own desire needing you. He moves himself to kneel on the bed between your legs, not breaking eye contact with you as his hands slide up, hooking your underwear and pulling them down, unhurriedly once more, just to tease you further. Once they're finally chucked to the side, his eyes move down, looking at his goal, his face is a picture of want, even letting out a deep groan just looking at the prize between your legs, you can't help but blush. He meets your gaze once more, giving you another sinful little look before he slides down, his hands running up your legs before his hooks himself around them, teasing kisses along your inner thigh, your breath catches, feeling goosebumps form on your body.
Your eyes close, letting out a hum of bliss as you feel his tongue finally lick up your slit, he knew exactly how to work you. He took his time down there, teasing your clit, licking and sucking at your most sensitive spots, taking you in, his favourite flavour was you.
He moaned as he tasted you, pleasured you with his tongue. Hearing your own moans and whimpers and feeling your grip in his hair tighten only exciting him further, he could feel his hardening cock pushing against the sheets, his hips moving ever so slightly to cause some friction.
You felt that warm feeling rising in the pit of your stomach, your legs and hips jerked slightly as your groans got more erratic and louder, his grip on your legs got tighter, holding you in place, knowing you were about to release. Your back arched against the bed, your hands shooting up above your head to grip the pillow, a drawn-out moan escaping your throat at your peak moment of ecstasy. He couldn't help but moan himself as he lapped at your essence, making sure not a drop went to waste. Once your body relaxed, you lay there, panting to yourself, his body looming over you once more as he rose up to meet your lips with his, kissing you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue. He positioned himself as he looked into your eyes, his hand coming down to guide himself inside of you, both of you letting out a gasp as he filled you "Oh god" you whispered as your arms wrapped around him, clinging to him. He let out another breathless chuckle before his hips started moving, slowly at first, his arms resting above your head as the two of you continued to kiss. He picked up his speed as his head moved to your shoulder, giving it a soft bite, his eyes closing as he focused on getting own release, his hands came down under you, gripping at your ass tightly as he started to buck even more wildly, his loud groans and grunts and your moans filling the room, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as he began to lose himself in the moment "Mmph..Fuck..I'm..I'm gonna, ngh~" he struggled to speak, you clung to him tighter "G-Give it to me" you whispered earnestly, sending him over the edge. He let out a final harsh moan, pushing himself into you, you could feel his cock pulsating inside of you as he gave you what you wanted, filling you. He calmed himself, keeping his head buried into your shoulder for a moment, before he pulled his head up, looking at you once more. He smirked, leaning down, planting another kiss on your lips, making you giggle as you held him close to you, the two of you relishing in this moment together on his sheets.
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Rusted Branch #2 - TOH X EPITHET ERASED
Not too much to say on this tbh. I wanted to write a crossover au about most of the epithet characters living in the boiling isles with Phoenica landing in the boiling isles around the same time as Luz, but I had lost interest in it.
Emphasis on had.
I might get back to this(emphasis on might) There's a lot I talked about in the old post. I can't find it, but it doesn't matter because most of it is gonna be changed anyway if I do decide to come back to the au. I'm not gonna mention too much since this post is about the scrapped version, but here's the biggest change:
Trixie will be the main protag instead of Phoenica
That's about all I'll mention for now
Here's your "Old writing!" heads up warning lol
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“Now what's the answer to question number 15?”
“OH I KNOW THIS ONE,” Phoenica shouts for the entire class to hear again as she springs out of her seat, the chair sliding a bit as it screeched against the floor.
The teacher rolls her eyes as her hand raises to meet her forehead, pinching the space between her eyebrows.
“Oh wow~~~, Phoenica, what could POSSIBLY be the answer...”
“The answer is 'X equals 27!'”
A giant smile too wide to look comfortable, forms on the woman's face. “Good job, you can do basic algebra just like everyone else in this classroom!”
“Thank you!” She said as she pulled her chair forward and sat back in it.
Ms. Flora clearly enjoys her company!
She slammed her book down and slowly approaches her desk, her smile growing wider as her eyes stood out like they were gonna fall at any moment with eyelids twitching. “Do you wanna know what makes everyone so different from you?”
“Oooh, what is it?!” She practically twitches from excitement.
“Well for starters~~”
Ms.Flora slams her hand down on her desk, leaning closer to her as her smile quickly shifts to a scowl.
“My students would give other classmates the chance to answer instead of ruining it for everyone for what is now the 15th time in a row today!”
She flinched back in shock. Words and thoughts piled up in her throat, though they never escape her mouth.
“I-I just wanted to help-”
“Yea, like that makes it better” She cut her offs before raising a finger up, “You know the worst actions are always sugarcoated with good intentions”
“I mean, I personally don't mind her giving out all the answers-”
“Do you want detention?!” She cuts off a random student from speaking.
The student kept silent, looking away from the two as their gaze retreated into the books on their desk.
“Didn't think so~~” She gave a smug grin before turning back to her.
“You know, maybe if you didn't shout out the answers in every class, you'd actually have some friends”
“I...” The words hit her like a freight train, she stammers for a bit before ultimately shutting up and shrinking into her seat.
Ms.Flora didn't say anything else, opting to move back to the front of the classroom as she grabs her book, continuing her lecture, all of her words
What did she mean by that? It's obvious she has friends! They spend time with her all the time! Like in stores, markets, vending machines, or anywhere considered expensive for the average person...
But it doesn't matter, they enjoy her company
You'd actually have some friends
She does.
Right?
She shoves her head further into her book, her sight growing blurry as her face felt wet...
Ms.Flora doesn't know what she's talking about
Not one bit...
11:00am, lunchtime
RING!
RING!
RING!
She got up from her seat the instant the first bell rang and bolted through the classroom towards the door, accidentally knocking a chair down on her way. out
She didn't care if anyone noticed, it doesn't matter if she gets in trouble, getting out of that classroom was the number one priority, she just needed a moment to collect herself.
Any student in her way simply got shoved, she could've sworn someone called her name, but she was at the very least smart enough to not be deluded by something that stupid.
No one would be calling for her.
She eventually ran into an empty room, she grabs the door handle and slams the door shut.
Ok, just calm down
Breath in...
Breath out...
“Phoenica fleecity!” She heard a voice from outside the hall.
She opened the door to see Flora staring right at her, face redder than a tomato and her lips were balled up.
“Would you mind explaining to me why you knocked a chair over AND run through the halls into the closet room!?”
Closet room?
She looks around the room, a mop inside a bucket can be seen leaning against the grey wall.
Oh
that.
She holds her head down. “I'm sorry”
Ms.Flora rolls her eyes. “Whatever, I would have you go to detention for this but I need to catch up on drinking my...adult juice...”
“Cool, can I have some-”
“No!” Her head whipped back towards her. “Keyword: adult juice!”
She scratched her head. “I don't get it”
She rolled her eyes, “You know what? That's not my problem, it's almost summer break anyways…”
Flora leaves the room, grumbling can be heard from the hall about ‘This day needs to end sooner’ and ‘not being paid enough for this ‘
She takes a peep out of the closet room
Students
The halls were lined with endless amounts of Students. Maybe she can strike up a conversation with one of them, get to know them for a bit, and potentially make a new friend.
No, she needs to get a hold of herself, they have higher standards than that.
She emerges from the door and slowly creeps her way through the hallway, making sure to carefully avoid everyone. She duck's under one student's arm while they are talking about eating their homework papers, she moves to the left away from two other kids with their arms locked together, and she slides by two more in a staring contest.
“Excuse you!”
“My bad!” She shouted back as she continued down the hall.
She finally turns and makes it to the end of the hallway leading to the cafeteria.
And it was loud.
One group of people can be seen eating ketchup packets while others were playing uno together with some at the table raging, even
Okay, she just had to find her friends, should be easy enough-
“Hey, Pheonici!”
Brenda said her name wrong
Well, it doesn't matter, looks like they had already found her.
She sees a familiar blue and purple fluff of hair as her two friends approached her, weaving their way around other students before stopping in front of her.
“Hey, Brenda and brendan!”
“Sup XIII-” Brendan elbowed her, “I-I mean, XV!” Brenda said as she put her arm around her shoulders, her eyes darted around the room before focusing on her again. “How's it going?”
That's strange, That's the first thing They ask her?
“Uhh, I'm doing good”
“That's perfect, you're busy or something, sweetheart?” Brenda asked, her eyebrow raised as a smirk grew on her face.
“I told you to stop calling me that…”
“Doesn't answer her question” Brendan spoke up.
“Uhh” she rubbed her arm, “I guess not”
Brendan perks up, “Perfect, that means you can loan us some money for the vending machine!!”
There it is
She gently nudges off Brenda's arm, “But I just gave each of you one thousand before school”
“Yea yea” Brenda waves her arms around, “But stuff happens!”
“Dear, what could have happened to make you blow through two thousand dollars in less than a few hours?!” Her voice rose a little.
“This cool yo-yo I brought from a thrift store” He pulls a yo-yo out of his pocket and flings it back and forth, showing it off to the two.
“Pretty cool, right?” Brenda said, elbowing her shoulder with a smug grin on her face.
This didn’t make any sense, not even her spending habits are that bad.
She turned to Brenda, “But what did you spend your thousand on?”
Brenda simply groaned and rolled her eyes, “Look, are you gonna be a dear and give us the money or not?” She raised her voice.
Brenda talking in that volume and tone only meant one thing:
She wasn't asking
She cast her head down, “I don’t have any more money to give, I gave you the last of my allowance this morning”
“Are you serious!?” The both say in unison.
The two let out a long groan.
[UNFINISHED]
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Ok ok, hear me out… La Belle Fleur Sauvage with Calvin? He gets pegged and likes it a little rough??? I am so sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, if so, feel free to publicly shame me on the internet 💖
Author's Note | ohohoho, anon, this does not make me uncomfortable AT ALL. my one complaint is that this was supposed to be a fucking DRABBLE and this turned almost into a full fic?? I don't actually mind that tbh. this is my first time writing a pegging scenario so pls don't crucify me if it sucks ass! Anyhoo. If y'all don't like pegging, just pretend you do not see! we're having special time with pretty boy Calvin here, move along.
Warnings | smut (MDNI), pegging, Calvin discovers that he likes it rough, nothing else I can think of!
It's unfair how quickly Calvin upsets you. One second, you feel wrapped around his terribly talented fingers. The next, you could tear him limb from limb with how terribly out of touch and unpleasant he can be at times. The whole drive home, you seethe in the passenger's seat, listening to him ramble about how you'd conducted yourself so inappropriately in front of his mentor and friend, Langdon Tharp.
Never mind the fact that he'd started making the lewd suggestions. Never mind the fact that Calvin had been there, watching how uncomfortable it had made you being spoken to in such a way by a man who was practically a stranger to you. It was insulting, the fact that Calvin went to the defense of his friend and pointed the finger at you, as if something in the way you'd dressed had tempted the man. That's the word he used in the car.
You tempted him. With that skirt, you probably looked like just another slut to him. Of course he was going to treat you like one.
And that was the final straw. Those were the spitting words that sent you careening out of Calvin's car the second he parked in his garage. Entering the apartment, you barely regard an excited Scotty as you storm up the stairs and slam the bedroom door behind you. If you had your head screwed on right, you would've made Calvin sleep on the couch.
You would've opened the door a crack just to let Scotty scamper in and keep you company for the night as you mull over your terrible boyfriend's comments; as you contemplated for maybe the umpteenth time whether or not you were going to actually stay with him. Because you hate these rough patches of insecurity that make Calvin into such an egotistical asshole. But you love him. You love that he inevitably comes crawling back, knuckles rapping on the door gently as he makes an attempt at mending things.
"Hey...sweetheart? Can I come in?" No answer.
Calvin knew he'd fucked up the second those words had left his mouth. He didn't mean them. Not really. But he couldn't help it. He feels pathetic inside knowing how truly worried he is about you leaving him. Especially with a man like Langdon flirting with you. Langdon is older. Wiser. Handsome. Could probably support you better than Calvin ever could. And one day you're going to shake your head and ask yourself why you were sticking around for a guy like him? That's what usually happened with Calvin's relationships.
But you're not supposed to be like the others. He goes to speak again when the door opens suddenly. You stare up at him, arms crossed in frustration.
"Why should I let you in? Wouldn't only a slut do that? Or, I'm sorry, have I tempted you?"
"Baby..."
You cut him off, "Don't you baby me. I am sick and tired of you turning on me the way you do. You act like I don't care about you. Like I'm gonna leave you at any second just because someone paid attention to me. Which I can't control, by the way."
"I know...I know..." Calvin raises his hands but it does little to placate you.
You sigh and look him up and down, thinking of something wicked. "You can come in. As long as you can behave for me. If you can't then it's the couch for you tonight." you smile humorlessly.
What fool would say no to that? Calvin nods fiercely and you step aside, letting him into the room. And when you tell him to take off his clothes, he does just that. Quickly shedding the layers of his blazer, sweater, and button up undershirt, he feels the pressure mounting in his groin. He can't help but get a little guilty every time you two fight. Not only because he hates fighting with you.
But also because he knows the sex afterwards is going to be everything. He can already feel you on his hips, clenching around his cock and sucking bruises on his neck that he'll run his fingers over in the morning. Part of him hates that these releases are so satisfying. Something deep inside him tells him that this routine isn't healthy. It makes him crave your spiteful glare as you come undone for him. He shouldn't want that from you, should he?
He pushes the thought away as he stumbles to roll his socks off, finally down to nothing and settling himself on the edge of the bed. He can practically hear you coo already: good boy.
"Are you done, Cal?" you call from the closet. You had disappeared in there to get yourself ready.
"Ready," he confirms. And as you emerge, he drinks up your figure. The lingerie clinging to your skin that he adored so much. As his stare wanders adoringly, they stop suddenly at one part that makes his eyes practically pop out of his skull: the black plastic cock that's harnessed in place on you. His breath hitches.
You notice his hesitance, "Remember Cal...you have a choice. You can take me...or you can always sleep on the couch. It's your choice, baby."
Swallowing down hard on the lump in his throat, Calvin contemplates the plastic piece. How his own cock is starting to mimic it, rigidly hanging in the air, waiting to penetrate something.
He nods timidly. As long as he gets to feel you. That's all he wants.
"Good boy," you giggle, stepping towards him until the dildo is barely an inch from him. You look into his desperate doe eyes, cup his chin and tuck a fallen strand of hair behind his ear.
"Here's what I need you to do. I need you to get me all wet first. Can you do that for me?"
You watch his eyelids flutter slightly before he chokes out, "Yes, ma'am." And boy, do you love the sound of that name.
You slot your fingers into each side of his jaw, popping his mouth open and thrusting the cock inside with little hesitance. His back hunches, trying to get it as deep as he possibly can down his throat and you shift your hips upwards to assist him.
He gags almost immediately as he eagerly takes the length. Eyes watering as you slowly fuck his mouth, you try not to chuckle. If that cock were real, it would be heavily displeased at Calvin's lack of technique. How he struggles to take down every inch, choking and getting spit everywhere. Good thing this was just to get it wet. Good thing he sounds so pretty sputtering with you halfway down his throat.
Hand in his hair, you pull him off of the length with a wet pop. His lips are puffy and pink. Absolutely perfect as you place a chaste kiss on them that he barely has the mind to return. You reach to slide his askew glasses off his face and he blinks hard a few times. Even when you're a bit blurry, you're still the most divine being he's ever laid eyes on.
It's why he obeys so quickly when you tell him to lay face down on the duvet. He feels his legs shake in anticipation and his cock strain against the bed. It almost hurts keeping it pressed down like this. But he repeats the phrase be a good boy over and over in his head like a prayer. And he clenches his eyes shut, waiting patiently until he feels you on the back of his thighs, spreading his ass cheeks apart slowly.
"Hmmm," you observe him carefully, "I bet you're so tight. Bet you'll barely be able to handle my cock, honey."
Calvin whimpers headily, "I need it. Please..."
"Oh, you gonna beg for me to make love to you, sweetheart?" You tease him with the phrase he used so often. Calvin hates saying that he'll fuck you. It's so impersonal, so detached. So it's why even when he's fucking you relentlessly into his mattress, he always whispers that he's going to make love to you.
It's disgustingly adorable and makes you chuckle when he groans pitifully, "Please...make love to me..."
"Aw, thank you for asking so nicely." you press the tip up to his hole and feel him freeze.
In a velvety tone you soften him, "You have to ease up, Cal. I can't do this if you're so tense." Calvin tries to regulate his breathing and slows every thought in his mind before nodding against the pillow.
The second you enter him, kneading his ass cheeks as you slide in, Calvin wants to scream. He bites down on the pillow and feels every inch fill him and stretch him until it brushes against a spot that makes him falter. You hum hearing him struggle to catch his breath, his back rising and falling rapidly.
Your fingers leave behind angry red slashes along his ass as you coo, "You're so soft. So good for me."
Calvin needs more. Needs you hitting that spot over and over again. Needs more of that delicious tension knotting up in his belly. He sputters a few more pleases.
"C'mon, Cal. You can't act like such a slut and not follow through. That's what happens when you tempt people...looking this soft and fuckable."
You tug on his hair, pulling his head back so you can hear him when he replies, "Fuck me. Please. Like a slut. Fuck me." His own filthy words make his cock ache. But he knows if he even attempted to relieve it, you'd pull out of him so quickly that he thought he might actually cry.
You grin and a chuckle bubbles up deep from your throat as you utter your heartiest praise yet, "Gooooood boy."
Without wasting another second, you pull out a few inches before slamming back inside. Each time you test the movement, Calvin yelps. And you just hum in delight as you establish a crushing pace, designed to tear him apart.
It almost hurts when you're this rough on him. But he still arches into you, taking you deeper and deeper until he can feel the plastic base pressed against his ass every so often. You moan softly with each sharp thrust, purely for his enjoyment. You let him make believe that he isn't alone in being absolutely ruined by this experience. But deep down inside, this does do something to you. It makes your insides flutter a little bit finally having him wrap around you so easily. And for once, you don't feel any sort of regret hate-fucking him.
Not when he's being this good for you.
Calvin balls up the sheet in his fists and clings onto the bed, feeling the pressure build up impossibly. This kind of high is different from anything he's ever hit before. It's a deep, black hole of need that consumes every thought in his head and makes him practically dumb. His cock is red and weeping as he mindlessly reaches down to jerk himself off. Just a few more thrusts both from his end and yours and he'll be there, there's no doubt about that.
His pumps becoming quicker as he sloppily fucks his fisted hand, Calvin feels the thick ropes of spend shoot out of the tip as he lets out one last, drawn out, high pitched whine. And with the void having engulfed every ounce of energy in his bones, Calvin collapses back on the mattress. He breathes hard through the comedown as he feels you gently pull out, patting his backside in an almost congratulatory manner before you settle beside him.
Your nails rake over his back and he strains to hear you when you speak, "Don't doubt that I want you, Cal. Because if you stay good, I can always do that to you again."
Eyelids drooping, he mumbles hoarsely against the pillow, "I'll be good. So good."
Because all he knows now is that he needs this again. Over and over and over again.
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AAAAAA The dirty dancing au so true, I don’t see Eddie as a dancer either tbh but I can’t stop thinking about Eddie being determined to do the Lift with you
HUNGRY EYES ─ E. MUNSON
𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x reader.
𖥻 warnings: this is part of my dirty dancing!au, but can be read as a stand-alone. bad grammar. suggestiveness? not proofread.
💭 liv's thoughts: okay, so this might have turned out bigger than expected because i was SO excited to write it lmao (it's 1.4k words) so i'm posting it as a one-shot :D
did i use jason as the annoying grandson? yeah i totally did (because i couldn't think of anybody else)
DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER 16.
As you emerged from the water, it wasn't difficult to notice just how exasperated Eddie looked. Lips pressed together and cheeks slightly puffed as he held back the air only to let it out in an annoyed (and loud) sigh. He feels like he might be on the verge of tears, about to cry his pent-up frustration out. Eddie is not the most patient person in the world, and even though he tries to exercise this virtue, he often finds himself failing and this was one of these unsuccessful attempts.
You don't blame him. You've been doing this for hours, after all, and even though time had passed quickly, it was still tiring. Your fingers were wrinkled and you felt your legs ache, knees buckling just by standing up straight, and you were pretty sure that there will be bruises on your hips from Eddie's vicious grip. At least the lake's water was refreshing and enough to cool your head from the frustration you felt from the failed lifting tries.
It was way simpler in your head.
"Eddie, it's fine! We almost got it!" you argue, trying to motivate him to keep going, even though you knew that he wouldn't listen to you. And he didn't. Less than a second later, his hands were going through his wet hair (that made him look like a wet dog, cute) as he let out another big sigh.
"We've been trying for ages, Y/N! I can't even hold you for longer than two seconds. You must be tired of getting so much water up your nose, by now."
Even though the statement made you let out a snicker, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his hopelessness. You may have been doing this for quite some time now, yes, but your endless rehearsals have paid off a lot; sometimes, you couldn't even believe that Eddie went from someone who barely knew how to move their hips, and didn't have any idea of how to walk with his long legs, to fucking John Travolta in Grease.
"I mean, if you keep thinking that we won't be able to do it, we won't," you stated the obvious, with your eyebrows raised. "So I might as well leave now, since you can't hold me for more than one second apparently".
Quoting him, you started to walk away. Slowly, of course, since the water prevented you to move fast, like you wanted to… you know, for drama effect. That gave Eddie enough time to hold your arm, stopping you from going any further, and guiding you to your original spot.
Facing each other, maybe even closer now, he muttered, "It's two seconds, actually. 'm sorry, okay? I think it's just my spaghetti arms".
"Might be, yeah."
You two share a knowing smile, remembering the countless times where you called him that during dance practice, telling him over and over again that he was supposed to lock his frame and, for 'fuck's sake, straighten your posture!'. The inside reference couldn't pass by unnoticed, and his big brown eyes showed you that he was delighted to know that it didn't. The playful smile dancing on his lips just made everything better, especially when the water was reflecting just right on his face, making it look even brighter.
You moved even closer to him, wrapping your arms around his naked shoulders, hands brushing the wet hair glued to the back of his neck. Offering him an encouraging smile, you asked: "Let's try again?"
"Yeah," he confirmed with an ever bigger (and prettier) smile on his face. You could still notice that he was on edge, a bit nervous about the possibility of messing up again.
"If we don't get it, it doesn't matter, 'kay? We can always try again, Eds."
"It's fine." giving in, he bends his knees and you can only see him from the shoulders up. Yet, you feel his big hands travel from your waist to your hip, leaving a warm trail behind as he squeezes the area until he feels your bone poke his hands. Yeah, you'll definitely be sore tomorrow. You could also sense his intense eyes on your chest, that didn't leave much to the imagination if you're being honest, since you wore a white shirt and worse of all, a white bra.
"Ready?"
"Yup."
"Ok." you mutter, in a low tone. Taking a deep breath, you mentally count to three as you finally impulse yourself for him to lift you up. Your hands leave his shoulders once Eddie's hands hold you even harder and bring you above his head. With your arms and legs in the air, you feel a chilly breeze pass through you, and the water cascading off of your body and back into the lake.
"We got it!" the boy excitedly exclaims under you, and you don't even dare to look down, too afraid to ruin the moment. He seems to do the same, not wanting to glance at your reaction and let you fall again, but you could feel his arms shake slightly with the intensity of his contagious laughter. Soon, your own tummy was being squished by the rumbling motion of your giggles, but you made sure to stay looking ahead, balancing yourself.
"I think I'm gonna dive now, Munson."
"Oh, no, you won't, baby." his grip only seems to tighten now. "It's only been five seconds".
"Eight now. I think it's enough."
"Let's try fifteen."
"What? No way, I can feel your arms wobbling already."
"Yeah, we're going down now," he announces as his back falls down into the water, taking you with him. You only had time to hold your breath before diving in, face first.
"I hate you," you announce, breathless as you both emerge together. Your arms unconsciously find their way back into his shoulders, grasping his back as if your life depended on it. He didn't seem to mind and only pulled you closer, by holding your waist and practically carrying you bridal style under the water.
"I know. I think you've said that at least a million times already." Eddie answers back with his lively smile, staring closely at your face. His pretty eyelashes were wet and it seemed like he was blinking far slower than normal. You were still admiring him when he let out a big laugh that seemed to reverberate throughout the place. "Oh, man, I can't believe we did it! That felt good!"
"Yeah," you agree as he spins you around the water, creating a small swirl around you. You can feel your shirt floating with the flow, but you were more preoccupied with the way his hands held you just right. "I knew you could do it."
"You always say that."
"Because is the truth." your mouth slightly brushes his jawline, which made him look directly at you, almost as if he was in a trance. "You gotta have a bit more faith in yourself, Eds."
He only hummed in agreement, still not able to tear his eyes away from you. Everything was perfect, from the way your hands clutched themselves on his shoulders, warming them up, to how he was kneading the flesh of your thighs. It was just right… too right. So, of course, it had to be messed up by a far-away voice calling your name, which, at first, neither of you paid attention to since you were too caught up in the moment to notice any type of external disturbance. But when the screams got nearer and somehow more urgent, you just couldn't ignore them anymore.
Eddie couldn't help but look at you almost like he was begging you not to go, to stay there in his arms and spend the rest of the day with him, in the middle of that lake. And you couldn't help but notice just how pretty he looked like that: wet hair brushed back, dark eyebrows furrowed, pink lips almost forming a pout, and brown eyes staring deep into your soul, almost like a puppy that had been kicked.
"'m sorry, Eddie." your heart broke into a million pieces as the words came out of your mouth. "I see you again tomorrow, okay? We still have the cha-cha to learn."
"Okay," he whispered, still hesitant to let you go. "Same time?"
"Same time," you confirmed as you made your way to the shore, taking your shoes in your hands. Turning back, you gave him a small wave before walking off to the woods that connected the resort to the rather hidden lake.
Eddie could only wave back, watching as you made your way back to Jason Carver, the grandson of the Kellerman's resort owner.
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for the hsmtmts ask, jet!
**I started this project pre-season 4, so all answers are for season 3 and earlier**
Favorite thing about them: Honestly I love how much of a menace he was. He would be brooding at trees or calling ricky out with no remorse and it was the funniest thing ever (let's be real ricky deserved the gina lashings lmao). But then we get these two second glances of him being soft- especially with ricky- that really reflect the kristoff/sven dynamic and it just made Jet have a special place in your heart. I love characters like that: the hard shell but there is still good somewhere deep down that is shown in fragments (draco malfoy, anyone?)
Least favorite thing about them: I know it's not Jet's fault totally for outting Maddox, but I still don't love that he said something about her dating someone in the first place. Yes, they started to grow apart seemingly before this, but there is this trust they had established and Jet doing that because he was mad at his parents (and couldn't get his way) was low.
Favorite line(s):
(this is technically Kourtney but the line delivery and Jet's expression k*lled me) "he's staring at a tree, right?"
*Jet dissociating on the bunk bed while Carlos and Ricky talk openly about him*
"Basically, I, like, raised myself on YouTube" (I love this because Ricky had this connection to Jet and I can't help but wonder if this kind of reminded him of Gina)
"Are you actually this upset that I took off or is really about Gina?"
Jet: "Right. You guy are 'friends'" Ricky: "I can hear the air quotes" Jet: "Good"
Ricky: "Dude, what are you doing with your voice?" Jet: "I don't know, but it hurts"
Ricky: "I just can't believe I let Color War slip through my fingers" Jet: "you mean Gina?"
"I'm in love with the girl playing Elsa and it's eating me alive"
OTP: Jetney! 💛 (and yes because of color war their color is yellow in my head)
nOTP: Carlos’ imaginary pairing of jet and maddox (again… yikes)
brOTP: Jet and Ricky! I mentioned this earlier, but I love the fact that they resemble kristoff/sven's dynamic. The reindeer who knows too much and calls out kristoff's crap when kristoff is in denial? The reindeer who is a little aloof but tags along everywhere kristoff goes? They're perfect :')
Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): Before s4 came out, I fully anticipated Jet to be like Zeke... fawning over Kourtney (Sharpay). Like we did get some moments of him making a total fool of himself, but I really thought we were going to get that multiplied by 3. I was also hoping for at least a Jetney cheek kiss (tbh I thought they would kiss and Madlyn wouldn't), but they were just slower moving than the rest of the couples in the show. However, when all was said and done, I was still really happy with the content we got!
Random Headcanon: In my mind Jetney, Rina, and Madlyn go on triple dates all the time. They found a way to spend a lot of time together before Kourtney and Ricky graduated, but after graduation, Jet flies out to visit Kourtney frequently (and vice-versa).
Unpopular Opinion: Oof... this one is definitely unpopular. I guess it's an old unpopular opinion since it was technically before s4, but I remember not really caring if Jet and Maddox came back for s4. 😬 I know a lot of people liked them and wanted them back super badly, but I was neutral. I was happy if they came back but wasn't heartbroken if they didn't. Tim tried to keep it a surprise but the last scene in s3 made it obvious they were coming back. Once I started writing with them in my fics I was a lot more excited to have them back but I definitely wasn't emotionally tied to them when the season ended.
Song I associate with them: "I'm Still Standing"... but the version from Sing. I already said this once and I am so sorry for this, but Jet singing "Right Place" reminds me so much of Johnny at the piano. I really think it's the leather jacket idk. 😭 (the funny part is EJ's name is Elton John and Elton John is one of the singers in the og "I'm Still Standing")
Favorite picture of them:
Side note: has anyone decided wtf his and Maddox's last names are?!?
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....damn it, I'm never good at making decisions.
I really wanna ask about a Snarry, but Hinny (or as I call Ginmione if that helps you for future endeavors!) is calling my name. I'm DYING for a good Ginny/Hermione fic so I am !!!!!! about it. Please tell me things! :)
I'm so excited about your WIP list!!!!
Ahhhh I have a ship name, thank you :D - I could have got into all sorts of trouble tagging it completely wrong too LOL.
God this fic. I feel like I have been talking about it for years, I think I probably have. I can't seem to finish it. It's just...heavy. Heavy to write, heavy to get into the headspace, it makes my heart hurt (am I selling it??? :D). I come back to it in waves, write in a burst then put it to one side for months. I actually think it will have a hopeful ending, but the getting there is rough tbh.
Here's a fairly long extract pre getting together, pre Hermione/Ron breaking up and the start of Hermione feeling some kind of way about women. Under the cut <3
Hermione makes her way to the bar, through the crowds of people who all seem friendly enough. As she waits to be served, she notices Ginny chatting to someone close to the stage.
“Here you go.” After battling her way back through the throngs of people, Hermione hands over a pint of cider to Ginny. “I’m Hermione.”
“Cool.” The girl swigs her beer and shoots Hermione a rakish smile. “Sam. I’m with the band.”
“They’re amazing,” Hermione replies. Ginny seems unusually quiet, her cheeks pink. “I was just saying to Ginny how brilliant it is here.”
Hermione knows she’s babbling but there’s something about Sam that makes her hot and unusually self-conscious. She’s finely attuned to the loose material of her dress, her sensible white wine spritzer and the way her hair is probably wild and untamed after all the dancing. Sam seems so cool with electric, ice-blonde hair, a loose vest and low-slung jeans. Hermione bets Sam doesn’t stare at herself in the mirror and see a stranger looking back.
“How long have you two been together?” Sam waves at someone else across the bar. She holds up a finger and mouths "one minute."
“Just a couple of hours,” Hermione says. “We went to the pub first.”
“You move quick.” Sam laughs under her breath. “Alright, I’m coming. Have a good night, yeah?”
Just like that the space is empty and Hermione can breathe again. She glances at Ginny who can’t seem to meet Hermione’s gaze. “You’re quiet.”
“I don’t have to talk all the time,” Ginny snaps. She glares at Hermione. “For someone with a gazillion Outstanding N.E.W.T.s you can’t half be dense.”
“There’s no need to be like that.”
“We’ve been together for a couple of hours?” Ginny snorts. “Together, she meant. Like…romantically or whatever.”
“Oh.” A rush of heat travels through Hermione’s body. The realisation that Sam might have been interested in Ginny—that Ginny might have been interested in Sam—makes her unreasonably irritated. “So sorry for cramping your style.”
“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Ginny scowls, looking at the floor. “I knew it would.”
“It bothers me that I’m just a spare part, if that’s what you mean.” Hermione’s irritation deepens, part annoyance, part embarrassment.
“You’re not a spare part.” Ginny looks up at Hermione, her frown softening. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be this. I don’t know anything about any of it.”
“You will,” Hermione replies, quietly.
“Yeah?” Ginny sighs and leans back against the stage. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because you’re Ginny Weasley.” Hermione leans next to Ginny, their sides nudging together. “And she’s brilliant.”
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