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HPB, Chapter 3 - Slughorn's Party
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: none?
Masterlist
Word Count: ~6,300
Note: hehehe
Halfway through an unseasonably wet October, Donna and Yvette prepared to brave the road to Hogsmeade for sweets from Honeydukes.
Donna wrapped her head in a woolen scarf and turned to you. “You’re sure you don’t want to come?”
You sat cross legged on your bed, Wilbur curled up beside you. Though the enchanted windows in the Hufflepuff dormitory projected warm sunlight and a soft breeze, you had gotten a good look at the real weather over breakfast. “It looked thoroughly miserable out there. Are you sure you want to go?”
Donna grinned, “I am in dire need of candy if this Halloween is going to be a festive one.”
“And I need new quills,” Yvette added. “Someone replaced all of mine with sugar quills. Speaking of, here.” She reached inside her bedside table, and handed a wrapped package to Donna. “I suspect it was Peeves.”
“Try not to be too bored without us,” Donna jested. “See you at dinner?”
You nodded and shooed them out the door. “Have fun, don’t freeze your noses off.”
“Okay, mom,” Yvette teased as they left the common room.
Herbert had already left with Justin, leaving few Hufflepuffs left in the common room. A few first years played Wizard’s chess by the fire, Wanda Clemm had a blanket thrown over her legs which she was still in the process of knitting, and Zacharias Smith was muttering to himself over a roll of parchment.
While you wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and enjoy a Saturday in a mostly empty dorm, the library and several unfinished assignments called to you. So, you sighed, and packed your schoolbag for a busy morning of study.
The basement and the dungeons of Hogwarts always took on a damp, musty smell whenever it rained that made you think of the fieldstone wall around your mother’s garden at home. You hoped the rain wouldn’t impact her crop of venemous tentacula.
You passed no one else until the main hall, where small groups of younger students had gathered to play gobstones out of the rain. The library was likewise unoccupied, so you were able to claim your favorite armchair, by the window with a view of the Quidditch pitch.
Professor Snape had you studying jinxes and counter-jinxes in preparation for the O.W.L. He’d said that while you’d be tested on the defensive spells, there was no better defense than a good offense. You’d never admit it to Herbert, who held a grudge against Professor Snape since second year over a Strengthening Solution, but he was certainly not the worst teacher you’d had. Next month, you’d even start dueling exercises.
It made you miss the DA meetings from the year prior, but it was better than nothing.
He’d assigned no less than two feet of parchment on the differences between a counter-jinx and an anti-jinx due for Monday, so you set down your bag and went on the hunt for reputable sources.
Wind rattled the windows in their frames while you browsed the many shelves of the library, and you smiled to yourself, thinking of Donna with her scarf pulled up over her nose and wrapped around her forehead down to her eyebrows, braving the storm for Honeydukes.
Madam Pince tutted to herself at her desk, watching you down her nose.
You turned down the next aisle, containing the biographies of several famous and long dead witches and wizards, quickly to avoid her continued gaze. Out of sight, you huffed silently. You had never once abused a book.
Circling back around, you passed the Restricted Section and gazed at it longingly. The rope that separated whatever tomes had been deemed inappropriate for school aged wizards and the rest of the library would be easy to simply step over, but if Madam Pince caught even a whiff of rule breaking, she’d be marching you to Professor Dumbledore’s office before you could read a single forward.
Then, as you passed the next aisle of the restricted section, you stopped short, staring at the back of a head of silvery hair.
Draco Malfoy perused the shelves of the restricted section, arms crossed in front of him, but he hadn’t seemed to notice you. Hoping to keep it that way, you backed up slowly, holding your breath, until you barely disappeared behind the row of shelves.
What could he be looking for? Surely nothing for school. Had Professor Snape given written permission for this access? Or had he used his prefect badge as a get out of detention free card once again?
You held your breath, listening, as he sighed to himself scanning the shelves. Whatever he was looking for, he must not have found it yet.
Then, he was moving away from you, further down the row of shelves. You tried to match him step for step, and hoped no one else was planning on a Saturday study session that would catch you in this act of espionage.
The footsteps stopped, and you risked a peek around, just to see what he was looking at now.
He had stopped halfway down the row, back to you once again, thankfully. The both of you lingered there for a moment, neither of you moving, until Draco heaved another sigh. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and you took that as your cue to duck back out of sight.
You backed up quickly, almost jogging, and tucked into a row you were allowed to be in just in time. He opened the section of rope to exit the restricted section, and closed it behind him. He must have had permission, then.
You watched him through gaps in books, feeling now a little silly, as he left the library. You could’ve just asked him what he was doing. He might even have told you. But where was the fun in that?
Hurriedly, you packed your things and followed him out of the library.
He strolled at a leisurely pace down the corridor, and you let him fall out of sight before catching up. The staircase he’d started up had begun to move. You’d need to hurry if you wanted to get to him before it moved again.
The castle always felt so empty on Hogsmeade days, even the paintings were snoozing as you passed by them.
Draco wove down a corridor of classrooms, never once looking behind him or down adjacent hallways he didn’t intend to stroll down, until he came to a dead end, then went up another set of stairs.
Following him was beginning to wear you out, and this meandering suggested he might not even be headed really anywhere. You considered just going back to the library. But then you turned a corner and
He was gone.
You turned around, checking for a door you’d maybe missed.
“Shouldn’t you be studying?”
You jumped, yelping, at the voice. Draco Malfoy leaned against the door jamb in front of you, smug.
He continued, “If you’re going to make a habit of this you should really invest in better footwear.” You frowned and looked down at your trainers. “I heard you squeaking all over the library before you even knew I was there.”
“What were you doing in the restricted section?” you asked.
He shrugged. “Just browsing.”
“In the restricted section.”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Well, no, but-“
“Then, I don’t see how it’s any of your business. But, since you’re here. Have you made any progress?”
“I haven’t had much time for the hedgehog.”
“No, I meant the… other thing.”
It took you a moment to put together what he meant. He hadn’t brought it up since that night, and you certainly weren’t expecting to talk about it now.
“Oh, um. Not really. I’ve done a little reading, but, no.”
He leaned in conspiratorially, “If you run out of ideas, there’s always the restricted section.” You narrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to scold him. “Just a suggestion. See you Monday.” Before you could get another word in, he’d brushed passed you, down the stairs he’d come up.
You stood there a moment, watching the wind batter the stained glass windows at the end of the hall. Draco hadn’t even been angry about you following him, and this was the second time he’d caught you. Maybe better, sneakier shoes would be good, in case you ever wanted to try again.
“Ha,” you muttered to yourself mirthlessly. Next time you’d just ask him what he was doing, leave the sneaking to him since he was apparently so good at it.
You huffed again, and stalked back to the library to finally get to your schoolwork.
The first Saturday of November, Zacharias had insisted that everyone get down to the Quidditch pitch early to secure good spots for the game. You hadn’t even planned on going - the first game of the season was always a pissing contest between Gryffindor and Slytherin and you weren’t keen on hearing yet another refrain of Weasley Is Our King.
But, as Zacharias had declared the night before, he was commentating the match so he couldn’t very well keep an eye out for any advantages Hufflepuff could get against either team. So, you clomped down to the pitch with Yvette and the rest of the team, schoolbag filled with treats from Honeydukes and a few books on magically activated traps slung across your chest.
“Who d’you think we should focus on?” you asked.
Yvette considered a moment. Her Patronus may be a horse, but her eyes were thoroughly hawkish when observing the Quidditch pitch. “Gryffindor.”
You nodded. Since Katie Bell, one of their chasers, had been moved to St. Mungo’s for curse treatment, Harry Potter had been slow to announce who’d take up her spot. Until last night, when Devon Summerby announced he’d overheard Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan arguing about it over supper. They were the team to watch.
You’d get to see Draco play today. Quidditch was never something you were dedicated to, or even really made time to watch. The last time you’d watched Slytherin play was in your second year, since the season had been canceled for the Tri-Wizard Tournament in your third, and you hadn’t even been paying attention then.
Yvette gave you a sidelong glance, reading your mind. “Slytherin always plays dirty,” she said. “This ought to be an interesting match.”
The two of you settled in by the eastern goal posts with the sun at your backs, so you’d be able to see most of the pitch but keep an eye on the Slytherin keeper - to see how Gryffindor planned to sink the quaffle. Yvette teased you when you pulled out a book.
The lessons with Draco had been going… on, and while you were suddenly spending more time with him than you’d ever expected, he refused to speak any more about what he’d told you that night in the owlery. Any time you mentioned it, his face went stony and you could get nothing out of him. Worse, was knowing he was definitely up to something. It was infuriating. But your Transfiguration work had gotten better. You could now transfigure a hedgehog into a pincushion, though it did still make little snuffling noises when presented with treats. Progress was progress.
So, you pursued what Herbert had suggested - a good old fashioned trap. So far, the only sources you could find that were even relevant to your goal had been about travel safety, keeping gnomes out of the garden, and childproofing potions equipment. Skimming over this one, it appeared to be even less helpful - an account of a shop keeper rigging their safe as a portkey that would teleport away from thieves- but you started at the first chapter anyway, hoping for a clue or new idea.
The stands began to fill up, and the match began.
Harry’s strategy as seeker had always been to hover high above the rest of the players to survey, and keep watch for the Snitch. It was a good way to see every flash of movement below you, but the moment he moved with any speed, the crowd, and the other team’s seeker, knew the game was almost over. Draco, however, zoomed circles around the pitch, quicksilver, zigging and zagging sharply. It was impossible to tell whether he was on the hunt or in pursuit. Sneaky. Very sneaky.
You jotted down your thoughts and tried to tune out Zacharias’s commentary. He wasn’t going to earn himself any friends today, that much was certain.
Slytherin had possession of the quaffle, the captain Urquhart bolting down the pitch with it tucked under an arm, flanked by both beaters. The one on the right swung his bat into the bludger with a crack just as the quaffle went flying.
Ginny’s brother, Gryffindor’s keeper, wobbled on his broom but made the save.
Draco circled around towards his team’s keeper. He certainly looked at home on a broom. He almost looked… he almost was-
He looked at you looking at him, and smirked, then was gone a second later.
You balled up your fists at your sides. Git.
The match was a close one, in the end Draco and Harry had rushed the snitch side by side, shoving at each other the whole way, until Draco pulled up sharply and Harry caught the snitch, bowling over into the sand under the Gryffindor side goals. By that point, you had several pages of notes on habits, play styles and formations.
When your Monday night Transfiguration tutoring session rolled around, you expected Draco to still be cranky from the loss. But, when you got to the Room of Requirement, it was still the same, welcoming sitting room, albeit slightly bigger this time, and Draco was once again sitting by the fire, reading. He was the picture of composure, tie tucked into his characteristic green argyle sweater, prefect pin affixed proudly by the collar.
He did not look up when he heard you enter, but waved you in and said, “Sit, the kettle’s on.”
“Something special planned, then?” you asked, gesturing to the extra space the Room had allotted you.
He glanced up at you through sharp eyebrows then returned to his book. “Perhaps. Did you enjoy yourself? At the match?”
You sat down, uncomfortable. “It was a close one. The other chaser-“
“Vaisey. Got hit in his thick head, sent to the hospital wing. Harper had to step in,” his voice was casual. If he was upset about the loss he wasn’t letting it show. “It’s only Quidditch.”
You barked out a laugh. “Well that’s a new one.”
“What is?”
“You, not caring about Quidditch. Especially when you lost to Gryffindor. I’d half expected this chaise to be in shambles today.”
He closed the book and fixed his cold gaze on you. “Believe me - I detest losing to Potter,” he growled. “But Quidditch is the least of my worries this year. I almost didn’t play, but,” he trailed off, waving a hand. He moved to place the hedgehog on the table.
“But what?”
“I wanted to.”
“Uh huh.”
“And you?”
“Me?”
“Are you ready to face Ravenclaw?”
You shrugged. “I mean, I’m just Keeper, it can’t be too different from practice.”
He smirked. “Just keep an eye out for Bradley - he’s the tricky one.”
You frowned, and glanced at the steam now leaking from the kettle. “Is that what you have planned for today? Quidditch pointers?”
“Just some small talk, while we wait for the water. Unless you’d rather we sit in uncomfortable silence?” You shook your head, chastised. He tapped the thick, silver rings on his fingers against the binding of the book in his hands, thinking. “Did I see you reading?”
“Note taking, actually,” you said casually. “Just to prepare for the season.”
Something flashed in Draco’s eyes, he almost looked impressed. “Smith has you spying then? Stepping up his game.”
“Not spying. Just… observations.”
He leaned forward and smirked. “And what have you observed about me?”
You froze. He was enjoying this too much, but to what end? Was it wise to reveal what you’d learned? “You never stop moving, you rely too heavily on faking out the opposing seeker and it ends up destabilizing your own team, and you don’t mind colliding with other players if it gives you an advantage. But, you and Harry were neck and neck, you could’ve caught the snitch if you’d followed through. Why didn’t you?”
“It didn’t seem worth it.”
“To win?”
“Yep.”
“Why not?”
“Like I said, it’s only Quidditch.”
You looked at him a long while, his face revealing nothing. The whistling of the kettle broke the silence, and once the tea was poured, the tutoring began, and the small talk ended.
After pouring over the notes from the Gryffindor v Slytherin game, Zacharias had tailored drills to exploit weaknesses from either team, but none of those would give you a particular edge against Ravenclaw.
The morning of the match was a snowy one, and in the changing rooms by the pitch, Devon Summerby was offering to put a warming charm on everyone’s gloves. Everyone but McManus wisely declined.
You’d heard from Yvette, who’d heard from Hannah, who’d heard from Pansy herself that she’d be commentating the match today. You gathered that she was the Slytherin girl always trailing after Draco and his entourage whenever he was surrounded by them, which had been seldom recently. But her disdain for Hufflepuff was no secret. If she was aware that you had been spending more time with her idea of a local celebrity, she hadn’t made it known to you.
The keeper’s helmet fit snugly on your head, and it made you feel silly.
Yvette laughed at your frown, fiddling with her forearm guards. “Don’t worry. You won’t be worried about how you look once you’re staring down a bludger.”
“Or falling off your broom to make a risky save,” Wanda added, offering a small smile. “You’ll do great, it’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, guys,” you replied, almost confident. If Hufflepuff lost because of you, Smith would never give you another moment’s peace.
“C’mon,” your captain called. “Let’s go.”
You followed the rest of the team out onto the pitch, gripping your broom nervously.
“Remember,” Wanda murmured, “if your hands get too cold, the end of your broom makes an excellent paddle.” She winked and followed the other chasers into the sky. You followed suit, and kicked off to circle the goalposts.
Even with the inclement weather, the stands were packed. It took you a moment, but you managed to pick out Donna and Herbert, huddled together for warmth about halfway between the goals and the teacher’s box. They waved, and you waved back, then you continued to circle the pitch.
A glint of sun off of white hair sent a jolt through your stomach, but it was just Luna. She wasn’t wearing her usual raven costume that cawed, but rather was bundled from head to toe in blue and bronze scarves, and her brilliantly blond hair had splayed itself out over her shoulders. At least it wasn’t Malfoy. The thought of him watching you, wearing this, giving him another thing to tease you about, made your stomach churn.
The match began in a flurry of robes, brooms, and snow, and you didn’t have to wonder long whether Pansy made a better commentator than Zacharias.
“Oh, there goes the Quaffle,” she droned, sounding bored. “Yvette Malcomn’s got it, there she goes. Not very pretty, that one.”
Despite yourself, you smacked your palm against your forehead. Was there no one in all of Hogwarts qualified to comment a sports game?
She continued, “Oh, look, now Roger Davies has got it. So interesting. He’s at least a bit better looking.”
Davies, the Ravenclaw captain, did have the Quaffle, and he barreled towards you from halfway down the pitch, Chambers at his heels. But where was Bradley? Draco had said to watch out for him.
You shook your head, hovering between the left and center posts. Now was not the time to think too hard about anything Draco Malfoy said.
Davies had his arm tucked like he held the Quaffle in a death grip, but now that he was closer, you weren’t sure anymore that he did have the Quaffle. Now, you truly did need eyes on Bradley.
The Hufflepuff team followed in hot pursuit, scrambling for a steal maneuver. Then, Davies and Chambers pulled off to the sides, revealing Bradley who’d been hidden between and slightly behind them. He bolted for the right goal, then at the last minute turned, and shot for the center.
But you were ready for it, thanks to Draco Malfoy of all people. You caught the Quaffle with both hands, and tossed it to Zacharias.
The match continued, you stopped a number of shots made by Bradley and Davies, though Chambers managed to sneak a few in, all while Pansy updated the crowd in a shrill monotone. Zacharias, Yvette and Cadawaller managed to gain a sizeable lead against Ravenclaw, and you could feel the hope of the Hufflepuffs in the crowd building. Until, of course, seconds away from catching the snitch, Devon Summerby’s warming charm faltered and both his and McManus’ gloves caught fire.
Pansy let her cackle echo across the pitch as the match ended in Ravenclaw’s favor.
Miniature Christmas trees and holly wreaths lined the dormitory in preparation for the break, but no one in your year felt particularly festive. Every single one of your professors, yes, even Hagrid, was determined to keep you working fervently right up until getting on the train to spend the holidays with your families.
Even so, Professor Slughorn had scheduled a holiday party for the Slug Club mid-December, just days before the break, and you hadn’t been quick enough to think up an excuse.
Your mother had sent you a dress to wear through the owl post, it was wintry but not particularly Christmas. It fell halfway down your calves and swayed in navy blue, embroidered with sparkling snowflakes, and the sheer cap sleeves were likewise decorated. It reminded you of the Black Lake when it was frozen over.
Herbert waited for you in the common room wearing his dress robes.
He grinned and offered you an arm. “Are you ready to schmooze?”
“Am I ever,” you answered dryly.
Yvette and Donna were both nose deep in their textbooks by the fire, flanked by Hannah and Wanda. Yvette looked up from her copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 and whistled.
“You two clean up good.”
Donna added, “I believe it’s clean up nice.”
“It’s clean up nicely,” Wanda corrected, smiling. “And you do look quite nice.”
“Thank you, Wanda,” you said with emphasis. Donna waved a hand at you and returned to her reading.
Yvette addressed Herbert. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
He looked you up and down, and said, “I’ve had worse company on a Friday night.” You punched his arm at the joke.
Yvette rolled her eyes. “I meant talking me up to Slughorn.”
“I know. Don’t worry - your academic reputation is safe in my capable hands.” And then Herbert winked. And Yvette blushed.
“Ahem,” she said, covering quickly. “Well. Have a good night then.”
Herbert pretended not to notice and steered you out the round common room door.
In the basement corridor, with the door shut behind you, you turned to Herbert and remarked incredulously, “That was smooth. Who are you and what have you done with Herb?”
He smiled shakily, and began walking you to the party.
“Was it? My ears feel like they’re on fire, and I may faint any moment.”
“Could’ve fooled me. I think you definitely fooled her. Where’d that come from?”
“She’s just a girl. It’s not like she’s gonna bite me if she doesn’t like me back. So, I have decided to flirt.”
He said it so matter-of-factly, he’d definitely thought this through carefully. You had to laugh.
“We’re rooting for ya, buddy.”
He rolled his eyes at you. “Your continued support means more than I can say.”
The both of you wove through corridor after corridor, up staircase after staircase, and by the time you were anywhere near the faculty offices, you were both cursing Hogwarts’ chief architect for putting the Hufflepuff common room below sea level. At least the Slytherins would have a further trek, and the image of Zabini huffing and puffing like you were doing now made you feel better.
You shared a determined look with Herbert, and knocked on Slughorn’s door.
At once, it boomed open. The potions’ master was once again clad in his preferred smoking jacket, but the cap he’d chosen to accompany it this evening bore a long tassle. Music poured from the open door.
“Miss Y/L/N!” he boomed, inviting you in. He took Herbert’s hand and shook it enthusiastically. “And you must be Mr. Fischer. Y/N has told me all about you, now tell me. Is it true you too can conjure a full bodied patronus?” Slughorn steered Herbert away from you, readying for the surprise interview.
Herbert only smiled genially. “If you think that’s impressive, sir, you should hear about my friend, Yvette Malcomn.”
The room had been draped with Christmas colored curtains top to bottom, and the only light was a beautiful golden lamp hanging from the middle of the ceiling. You frowned, real fairies had been shut inside, and you had half a mind to ask them if they’d like to be freed, but Professor Slughorn probably wouldn’t appreciate that much. You meandered through throngs of adult wizards smoking long pipes, house elves carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres, and students you were half familiar with, looking for someone you actually knew.
Luna was supposed to be coming, with Harry Potter of all people. Though they didn’t appear to have arrived yet, given Slughorn’s interest in Harry, you believed you’d hear about it when they did.
Then you spotted Ginny across the room, tucked into a corner, looking horribly uncomfortable.
“Ginny!” you said, relieved to have found someone to talk to. She turned to look at you with puffy eyes. “Hey, no Dean?” She shook her head. “D’you wanna get some butterbeer?” She nodded, and you looped her arm through yours.
She walked with you over to the casks of magically chilled butterbeer without enthusiasm, and took the mug you offered her.
“You know,” you said, taking that perfect first, frothy sip. “You could always dump him. You’re way too cool to be with someone who won’t even come to parties with you.”
She laughed, and replied, “This just isn’t his thing, I guess. Who’d want to come to a fancy party with your professor’s fancy friends and have your girlfriend wearing a fancy dress hang off your arm all night.” She rolled her eyes, mirth gone again, and took a long swallow of butterbeer. “But, I’m here, and he isn’t, and I may as well have fun. Who’re you here with, anyway?”
“Herbert, but he’s off schmoozing Professor Slughorn.”
“Let’s mingle a bit then, shall we?”
Ginny turned back into her normal self like a switch had been flipped, which did make you worry a touch, but she was tough, and if having a normal evening without talking about feelings was what she needed, you were happy to oblige. The both of you mingled your hearts out, meeting several of Slughorns old students, all now prominent members of their fields. You were beginning to get the sense that this ‘Christmas party’ was just another, larger, networking meeting.
“Oh, no,” said Ginny.
You looked around. “What?”
“McLaggen, straight ahead. I forgot Hermione was coming with him. They’re headed straight for the mistletoe.”
You watched, horrified, as McLaggen looked up and grinned at his good luck, mere moments before Hermione did the same and shuddered at her equally bad luck. He said something, probably meant to be flirtatious, then plunged his hands into her neatly done hair and went in for a kiss as she dodged.
“Merlin’s beard,” you remarked. “We should do something.”
Ginny reached into the pockets of her red and golden dress, and pulled out an old candy. “Nosebleed Nougat. Leftover from last time I wore this thing. Shall we?”
“You’re just. So. Cool.”
You moved in casually, Ginny from the left as you went right, and synchronized your attack. Ginny got Hermione’s attention as you bumped into McLaggen, who flailed for a moment before righting his balance, but by the time he could, Hermione had followed Ginny behind a curtain. As he was glancing around, you slipped the bad end of the Nosebleed Nougat into the last cup of toffee pudding on a passing house elf’s tray. Then, you slipped away, watching him take the dessert out of the corner of your eye, suspecting no foul play.
Take that, Malfoy, you thought smugly to yourself. Turns out I can sneak just fine.
Hermione had continued to slip through the curtains back towards the drink casks, and Ginny met back up with you to share a high five before you followed Hermione for another celebratory round of butterbeer.
Slughorn’s enthusiastic greeting boomed all the way to the corners of the room - Harry must’ve just arrived. Herbert appeared at your side, his own mug of butterbeer in hand.
“I think I’ve made some headway,” he said. “Hey Ginny, Hermione.”
Hermione gave a weak hello, then, “Bloody hell. He just doesn’t give up. I’ve gotta go.” She slipped back into the curtains just in time for McLaggen to spot Ginny and come trotting up.
“Where’d Hermione go?” he said. A drop of blood had finally started to gather at the tip of his nose. It wouldn’t be long now.
Ginny pointed across the room. “I think she stopped to talk to-“ but she didn’t need to finish, as McLaggen was already off in the direction she’d pointed to. “Git.”
Professor Slughorn paraded Harry around, who was holding onto Luna like a lifeline, to several of his old friends. You waited for the opportune moment to say hello, when the door banged open again.
Mr. Filch was dragging Draco Malfoy in by his ear. The latter wrenched himself from the former’s grasp, face burning red.
“All right!” he shouted. “I was trying to gatechrash, happy?” A small crowd had begun to form because of the disturbance, and his eyes flicked over you as he took in the onlookers. He looked tired, again. Like he’d caught cold but was refusing bed rest and tea.
Filch, equally red in the face, shouted back, “No! You’re in trouble, you are!”
Finally, Slughorn stepped in, waving a hand. “That’s quite alright, Argus,” he said. “It’s Christmas, after all, and this is a party. Just this once, you may stay if you like, Draco.” He winked, expertly breaking the tension. “We’ll forget about any punishment. Alright, Mr. Filch?”
Mr. Filch did not look like he was alright with that, but wasn’t about to argue and shuffled off. Draco, however, immediately set to kissing up to Slughorn.
You overheard an especially sugared remark about Draco’s grandfather’s supposed opinion of Slughorn, and snorted.
Immediately, Draco’s sharp gaze leveled on you.
“Something to say, Y/L/N?”
There was venom in his voice you hadn’t expected. Herbert shifted protectively.
“I only wondered how often your grandfather made a point to discuss Hogwarts’ faculty with you. Seems an odd topic of conversation to me.” You glared at each other for a heartbeat before Professor Slughorn continued on talking like the exchange had never happened.
Herbert steered you away by the elbow, whispering, “Let’s not get into any fisticuffs at a Christmas party, yeah?”
“Sorry,” you grumbled. “I just haven’t actually had a chance to eat anything yet.”
“Well we should fix that then.” He gallantly offered you his arm to lead you in a search for the nearest house elf with food. A lukewarm spinach puff later, and you felt a little bad over the whole thing.
Draco had settled in, helping himself to a mug of butterbeer. You assured Herbert you were fine, and went to apologize.
“Fancy party, huh?” Draco asked, hearing you approach.
“Very. I see you dressed up.” He was wearing his usual casual dress, which happened to be not very casual at all and accompanied by a black tie. The corner of his mouth quirked up. That was the best you could hope for. “I’m sorry, for earlier. Kissing up is a normal part of networking, but it’s impolite to point it out.”
“True.”
“So, now that you’re here, what do you make of the Slug Club?” He snorted derisively, casting a judgmental gaze across the party goers. Something was off, so you took a shot in the dark. “You didn’t come here to crash the party, did you?” Draco’s expression was stony, his eyes evasive. “What are you up to?”
“No, I came to see what kind of company Slughorn deems fit for his inner circle. My father always said the quality of this school was failing,” he scoffed.
His father was also a current resident of Azkaban, but you bit your tongue. Instead, you replied, “Well it certainly looks as if he’s interested in your input.”
“I won’t apologize for the standards my family has fought to uphold since before the Ministry was founded,” he snapped, “My pride wouldn’t allow it.”
“I don’t care that you’re proud. Or competitive. Or that you have a sharp tongue. I care that you take every cheap shot you can. I care that you refuse to see reason, and you’re so obsessed with your precious bloodlines, like witches like my friends somehow don’t deserve to be here. And I care that if it weren’t for that one thing I might… We may have been friends.”
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he sneered.
“Yes,” you said, incredulous. “I don’t understand why you have to fight everyone all the time.”
“Have you ever considered that maybe everyone is fighting me all the time?”
You crossed your arms in front of you and gave him a look. “Now, that’s a crock of dragon dung, and you know it.”
Professor Snape materialized at Draco’s shoulder. “A word, Draco.” He walked away, expecting Draco to follow him.
Draco left you with one more sour look before following his Head of House out of Slughorn’s office.
Ginny replaced him, standing in front of you looking none too pleased. “Well,” she said, “that was interesting.”
“What?”
“Looked a lot like a lovers’ quarrel to me. I should know, I’ve had more than my share of those recently.”
You were suddenly very tired, and had no patience for guessing games. “I’m sorry, can you catch me up here?”
“You and Malfoy seemed awful familiar. It does make me wonder when you’ve had the time to make nice.”
“He’s been tutoring me for Transfiguration. Dumbledore asked him to.”
“Sure, sure,” she said, though she didn’t look convinced. “But I’ve never fluttered my eyelashes at a tutor, much less a Slytherin.”
You narrowed your eyebrows, not liking at all what she was insinuating. “I did no such thing.”
“Oh, I think you did. In fact, I think you have a crush. And I can’t pretend to approve your choice, so next time you have relationship advice for me, save it.” She appraised you coldly for a moment. “Harry thinks he cursed Katie Bell, you know.”
“He couldn’t have,” you said without thinking.
“Oh? And how would you know?”
“Because… I saw him, in the library. While everyone else was at Hogsmeade.”
She smirked, and simply said, “Right, of course you did.”
You turned away from Ginny and stormed out of the room, wrenching out of Herbert’s grasp as he tried to stop you. You had to find him. A crush? On Draco Malfoy? That sniveling, annoying, good for nothing prat? You were going to find him, and when you did you were going to give him a piece of your mind. That’ll show him. That’ll show her.
Turning down the corridor, you started looking in classroom windows. By the time you got to the stairs, you knew where you’d find him.
The door to the Room of Requirement was already materialized on the wall. You yanked it open to find Draco, hunched over, gripping a table in an almost bare room. He turned as you entered.
“How did you get in here?”
You ignored his question and started yelling. “You!” He backed away from you, looking a little frightened. Good. “You just keep popping up, everywhere! Why can’t I get away from you?”
He stammered something, a lock of disheveled hair falling in front of his eyes as he looked for an escape route.
You shook your head, grabbing him by the tie, and pulling on it to make him look at you. “You are the absolute worst, do you know that?”
“Uh,” he warbled.
He was right where you wanted him. You were primed to eviscerate him verbally. And then -
You tugged a little harder, crashing your lips against his.
His breath hitched, surprised, but then he sunk into it. Draco’s ringed fingers brushed across both your cheeks, cupping your face.
Something in your gut flipped when you realized what was happening, and that he wasn’t fighting it. You froze.
Draco pulled back, confused. “What?”
“I-I’m sorry.” You backed away, stumbling around the table. “I don’t know what, I don’t know why I did that.”
He reached for you again. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” You turned and ran out the door before he could catch you, not stopping until you reached the common room door.
You stopped in front of it, and brought a trembling hand to your mouth. You weren’t sure what was worse - that Ginny had been right, that you’d kissed Draco Malfoy, or that you could still feel his lips on yours.
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hi! I cannot understand Val’s personality at all, and you’re my favorite writer for him, so I was wondering if you could tell me how he’d react in a situation where his darling is being harassed at a bar he’s not at? Like darling obviously has a tracker on their phone and they know it, but they also can’t leave the bar because that risks them getting kidnapped
maybe Val has already started calling them and leaving voicemails because they no showed, so you know that if you don’t call him and have an immediate reason for not responding you’ll probably be in for a very painful night, so you tell whoever is harassing you that you need to go into the bathroom, and it’s very obvious that they followed you but aren’t in the bathroom, so you just take out your phone and finally answer one of Val’s calls, and you make it obvious your crying, but you also hold the phone away from you so it doesn’t seem like you want Val to know your crying.
after that I’m kinda stuck on how he’d react, but if you’d rather not add to this it’s fine, this was part me wanting a response and part me wanting to tell someone my ideas
If it makes you feel better I also find Val's personality to be levels of inconsistent however I kinda interpret it being inconsistent because he's um an extremely emotional person and also an alcoholic addict and he's constantly pinballing between "oooo this will make me money" to "oh you've pissed me off PERSONALLY therefore I will rain fire upon you", like we have several instances of Valentino potentially sabotaging his business for kicks and Vox has had to reign him back in, and he still gives Angel actual fucking black eyes even when there's still filming, he doesn't even care about not leaving marks since everything will heal eventually
I feeeeeeeel like... it really depends on how his darling grovels to him and explains what is happening. You ditched him, you're out at a bar, you were ignoring his calls, and now you're telling him you're with another man. An abusive man would usually automatically assume "oh you're in a bar? Fucking slut trying to find other men, this is what you fucking get" but since we're having, you know. The Yandere Talk, I feeeeeel like.... it goes one of a few ways
One is he's absolutely pissed in general, at you, at the guy, just misfiring rage and snapping. You're bawling ti try and explain your situation and he snaps he can barely understand you because he can't regulate his anger and, it isn't INHERENTLY being mad at you, he's mad he can't understand you, but he's horrible at communicating that, so he shows up to rescue you and (unintentionally) has you trembling in fear of him because he's speaking to you like "where the fuck are you hurt?! Show me? Ugh, this bruise is huge, it's so fucking ugly, UGH-" and he's like not blaming you but is being so terrifying about it that, you're pretty convinced you'll be hit by him at any moment and maybe it would be you FLINCHING HARD at a sudden movement of his for him to, finally take a second to begrudgingly take a few deep breaths and his tone finally softens and he can stop freaking you out even more than you already are
Option 2 I see is that you answer the phone when he's in the 'love' of the love and the hate he switches between, so you catch him in the middle of one of his "baby you know I care so much about you, it just makes me a little wild when you leave me waiting" sort of voicemails. You finally pick up and you get this slightly catty "ohhhhh, look who it is,you remembered how to answer your phone! I missed you" and the second he can tell you're crying, you're just like, hearing all this stuff in the background and he sounds like he's been drinking but when is he ever NOT drinking "awwww, baby no, that's terrible! *heels clicking wayyy to fast for him to not be literally power walking his stiletto ass somewhere* I'm sure Daddy will be able to get everything sorted out *car door slams* and I'll show this lowlife fucking freak exactly what he deserves *moves the phone away from his mouth to HOLLER at his driver to 'get a fucking move on or I'll fucking kill you'* so don't you worry, ok baby? ❤️ make sure you stay on the phone with me, mhm? *click click click of him loading bullets into a magazine* so what's this motherfucker look like, he's uglier than me, right--"
And then I guess another unique outcome would be uh. You pick up the phone and he's just instantly shouting screaming fuming at you so much that he's like screaming for a few solid minutes before he's finally like "are you even gonna say anything you dumb whore?!" and that's when he finally hears your voice but it's not even your voice, it's your breathing, like you can barely even get any air out, like you're having a panic attack, you can barely even raise the volume of your voice above a whisper and your voice just keeps cracking and shaking, "v val" and like, the very first SYLLABLE out of your mouth he knows something is BIG WRONG because you sound TERRIFIED and you can barely even speak, "some-someone's outside the bathroom.... he says he'll hurt me... I don't know what to do....!" and like that's it. It takes Val from 100 to 0 real fast. He goes from "if you're not on your way home in five fucking minutes-" to "what did you just say" and he's completely quiet as you're like struggling to speak, "i-i'm in-in a stall, but he's... OUTSIDE.... WAITING..." and you just sob with a hand over your mouth but he can still hear it and he's already on his way
Do you think Val knows how to fight and I mean like BRAWL. Valentino's still on the phone with you and he can barely even hear you and he suddenly hears the man's voice, he's come INTO the bathroom now, he's OUTSIDE your stall, antagonizing you, scaring you, grabbing the top of the door and shaking it like it's nothing. You're SCREAMING because you're in A FUCKING STALL and he could either rip the hinges off or just like COME UNDER OR OVER and then you're done for so you're like TERRIFIED WAILING I mean shrieking like a murder victim because oh god oh god oh god you're gonna double die--- and you just hear the door to the bathroom get kicked open and the guy is just like RIPPED away from your stall and CHAOS follows. You hear all these thudding, smashing, crashing, breaking sounds and when you finally hear nothing but Val's voice telling you to come out he's just standing there covered in blood and the dude is on the floor with his face an unrecognizable SLUDGE because Val grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his face into the edge of the sink until it was knocking teeth out of his mouth. Valentino is over here, reaching for you looking like that scene from The Witch of Mercury
Except unlike in Mercury you're like, only temporarily in stunned silence before you're like, RUSHING to be held by him because you're just scared and bawling and he SAVED YOU and you're so happy you didnt get hurt. Like the duality of him touching you to comfort you but probably getting blood on you maybe even ALL OVER YOU because he's just touching you that much and you're clinging to him that much
I feel like there are times where Val may intentionally NOT save you to use it as some sort of punishment/lesson to manipulate you with later but I feel like the ways in which he would knowingly allow his darling to be hurt are nuanced and contextual. He'd pay a guy to mug you and rough you up to teach you a lesson about leaving the studio on your own, or set up a fake kidnapping, but you come back into the studio ACTUALLY hurt? Stabbed, limping, whatever? He's furious. No one gets to hurt you. Everyone in this entire fucking circle of Hell should know who you belong to by this point and if they're hurting you, they're disrespecting HIM
..... and also you're his cute widdle baby and he doesn't want his boo getting hurt, at least not in a non fun non sexy way 🥺❤️ see sweetie, this is exactly why you should listen to him at all times and never argue with him on anything ❤️
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Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader
Where after months ( cuz shes new n young working there)they cant také anymore their attraction to each other.
Key sentences: Hotch: I’m old enough to be your father. R: Should I call you Daddy then?
Smut n fluff
Please
Author's Note: oooo thank you for this request anon!! thinking many thoughts, head very full
Summary: It's no secret that you have a thing for your boss - a man 25 years your senior. What happens when he reveals he has feelings for you too?
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader
Word Count: 5108 (i got carried away hehe)
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! UNDER 18? PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING! SMUT; DADDY KINK; SIR KINK; OVERSTIMULATION; MULTIPLE ORGASMS; UNPROTECTED P IN V (don't be like them y'all, stay safe); DOM!HOTCH, SUB!READER; READER IS HORNY; FINGERING; ORAL (F RECEIVING) reader gets distracted by Hotch's hands, pining, confession of feelings, reader blacks out from cumming really hard; Hotch calls reader "good girl, princess, baby"; Morgan is a cheeky bastard (as per usual)
This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.
“Y/N, you're staring, again," Morgan says with a chuckle and I quickly find somewhere else to look that isn't our section chief. Which I was definitely not having rated-R thoughts about.
"Shut up, Morgan," I mutter.
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I turn and stare at him now, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Sure, why don't I just tell a much older man that every time I look at him, I feel weak in the knees and sweaty? That would really go over well." I say, sarcastically.
"We're getting tired of watching you eye-fuck him, Y/N." Emily sighs, jumping into the conversation.
"It's getting kind of pathetic at this point," Morgan adds and I smack him on the shoulder.
"You guys are being mean. Let me pine in peace."
"Y/N, none of us are at peace when you start acting like a dog in heat every time Hotch walks in the room. It's genuinely hard to watch." Morgan shoots back, grinning at me. I feel my cheeks grow hot at his brazen comment. "Just put us out of our misery and get laid for once, damn." I feel my cheeks growing even hotter.
"He - he doesn't like me like that." I'm tripping over my words, embarrassed that everyone can see what's clearly written by my body language when Hotch is around.
"Y/N, sweetie, you're smart, but sometimes you're an idiot," Emily says kindly. "He likes you."
"Trust us, we know," Morgan adds.
"How?" I say and cross my arms over my chest.
"Really? Okay. Whenever he's giving a briefing and you're standing next to him, his body gravitates towards yours, you're the first person he looks for in every room, Y/N, two weeks ago on that case in Charleston he almost throttled the officer that merely tried to flirt with you."
"Wait, that officer was flirting with me?" I've only been here a few months, so I haven't learned how to read people as well as him yet.
"Oh my god, she actually is an idiot." Morgan groans. "Yes! He always got you coffee refills without asking, offered you the first pick of the donuts, and gave you, and only you, a very thorough tour of the precinct. He was trying to impress you." He looks at me closely. "How the fuck did you get this job?" I shrug.
"Impeccable academic record?" I suggest timidly, and he snorts.
"Just pay attention to Hotch. More than you are already. You'll see."
"He's old enough to be my dad," I say.
"Why do I have the feeling that only fuels your fantasies?" Morgan mutters. "I'm done with this conversation. Either you tell him, Y/N, or I will."
"MORGAN!" He just throws his hands up in the air giving me an exasperated look. "Em? A little back up here?"
"As much as I hate to agree with Morgan, he has a point. It’s kind of hard to focus on work when we all know what’s going on except for you two. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but just say something, for the sake of everyone who has to be in a room with you guys. I could cut the tension between you two like a knife.” She gives me a small smile.
“I- I’m just nervous. What if you guys are wrong?” She places her hand over mine.
“We’re not wrong, Y/N. We even asked Reid to weigh in and he agrees with us. Just say something.” I frown and head back to my desk, needing to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I’m deep in a stack of paperwork when Hotch calls the team into a meeting. I sigh, set my pen aside, and make my way into the boardroom. I’m on high alert, due to Morgan’s comment, and as I step into the room, I glance at Hotch to find him already looking at me. He looks away quickly and I watch as the tips of his ears turn pink. Oh my god, they were right.
I’m hyper-aware of him the whole meeting, so much so that I barely heard a word he was saying.
“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” Hotch asks, looking at me.
“Uh, yes, sir.” I blurt out in a panic. I wasn’t expecting him to directly address me.
“YES SIR?” Morgan hollers. “That’s a new one.” Even Em is hiding a smile behind her hand. Hotch glares at him.
“Don’t tease her, Morgan. Y/N, please pay attention.”
“I will, sorry Hotch.” He just nods and goes back to what he was saying. I tried to pay attention I really did but I found myself watching his hands as he talked. He gestures at the screen, then to something in the paper he had given us, then puts his hand on his hip. His fingers are so thick I wonder if two would even fit inside of me. I’m thinking about him fingering me on his desk, pussy splayed and dripping for him, and I shift in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties. Dammit, Y/N, don’t get carried away.
“Y/N, seriously,” Hotch sighs a few minutes later and I’m dragged from my dirty daydream. “I need you to pay attention or leave. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
“I’ve got an idea,” Morgan whispers with a grin. I glare at him.
“I’m trying to pay attention, I swear.”
“Are you sick? You look a bit warm, why don’t you step out for a few minutes.” I just nod, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “And I want to see you in my office when we’re done with this meeting.” I nod again and feel my stomach drop to my ass in nervousness. I quickly walk out of the room and am pacing when the door opens up and Morgan walks out, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What the hell were you thinking about in there?” He whispers, then pauses, “Actually, I’m not sure I want to know.”
“Just leave me alone, Morgan. I’m embarrassed enough already.” I say quietly.
“Oh, baby girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you too much. You’re just an easy target. If it helps any, Hotch was downright flushed after you left. He stumbled over his words. Twice. I’ve never seen him that flustered. It’s like he knew what you were thinking about.” He nudges me with his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”
“You’re not the one who has to face him in his office,” I grumble.
“Well, just make sure you guys close the blinds.”
“MORGAN! Shut up!” He’s laughing as he walks away. JJ and Em shoot me sympathetic smiles as they walk by and Reid pats me on the shoulder. Hotch doesn’t say a word as he walks out of the boardroom, and I diligently follow him to his office.
“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing at the chair and my eyes follow his hand again. Y/N! Stop! That’s what got you in trouble in the first place! I quickly take a seat, clasping my hands in my lap. “Now do you want to tell me why you were so distracted today?” He asks, looking at me. I feel the heat creep up my chest and onto my cheeks.
“I-um-no. No, I don’t.” He raises an eyebrow at that.
“Really? Because Morgan seems to have an idea. Maybe I should go ask him what he thinks.”
“No!” I blurt out. “Sorry. It’s just…embarrassing.” He just looks at me and I sigh before whispering, “Your hands. I was distracted by your hands.”
“My…hands?” He says slowly.
“Yes, sir, I mean Hotch, sorry. I know it’s not appropriate and I apologize.”
“What is it about my hands?” He asks, his voice low and in a tone that makes my heartbeat travel down to my pussy. I shift in my seat, a movement that most likely does not go unnoticed by him. “Y/N. Look at me.” I take a shaky breath and look up at him, all rational thoughts leaving my head when I see that his cheeks are pink, and his pupils are so blown I can barely see the brown. “What is it. About my hands.” He enunciates every word.
“They’re big,” I whisper.
“And what does that make you think about?”
“Please don’t make me say it.”
“No, no I want to hear you say it.”
In the smallest voice possible I say, “I was wondering if your fingers would even fit in me.” I hear him take in a sharp breath. “What it would feel like to be spread out on your desk with - with your fingers inside of me.”
“Careful, Y/N, you’re walking a thin line.” He murmurs.
“Haven’t I crossed it already, sir?”
“I’m old enough to be your father.” He says, words clipped. I get a sudden burst of confidence and stare him down.
“Should I call you Daddy, then?” I ask sweetly. I watch as he tightens his jaw.
“Watch your mouth, little girl. You don’t want to see how mean Daddy can get.”
“And what if I want to find out, Daddy?” I watch as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath.
“That’s enough, Y/N.” He spits out and I still, and fear that I’m about to lose my job to ill-timed arousal. My breath hitches as he leans back in his chair, eyes carefully watching me. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Whatever you’d like to, sir,” I say simply and I watch his jaw tick again.
“Listen to me very carefully. We are going to go downstairs, you are going to gather your things, and you are not going to say a single word. I’m going to tell everyone that you’re not feeling well enough to drive, so I’m taking you home.” I swallow hard, not believing that this is actually happening right now. “Do you understand?” I nod quickly. “I need to hear you say you understand. Or else this stops now, and we don’t speak of it again.”
“I understand completely, sir.”
“Good girl.” He says in a low voice and a whimper escapes me before I can shove it down. He stiffens. “Do you like that? Hearing that you’re a good girl?” My pussy clenches around nothing, begging to be filled.
“Yes, Daddy.” He hums, getting up quickly and my mouth goes dry when I see the tented fabric of his pants. He shrugs off his suit jacket and slings it over his forearm and in front of his body, effectively hiding his raging boner. He walks over to me, and I hastily get up from the chair, and he grabs my arm, gripping it just hard enough to keep me grounded and lucid despite the lust-filled thoughts in my head. He yanks open his office door and we make our way down the stairs. I keep my head down as we approach my desk, the bullpen so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Y/N isn’t feeling well. I’m driving her home.” Hotch says, letting go of my arm so I can grab my jacket and purse. I glance at him, nodding that I have everything, and he grabs my arm again, and we hastily walk towards the elevator.
“GO EASY ON HER, HOTCH!” Morgan shouts, and I hear Em laugh.
“Shut up, Morgan.” Hotch growls over his shoulder, and I glance back at Morgan, who mouths ‘Good luck’ at me. “Don’t look at him. The only person you should be looking at is me, princess.” We get in the elevator, and he pushes the button so hard I think that he’s going to break the damn thing.
“Jesus, what’s got you so riled up?” I say sweetly, not caring that I’d probably pay for that question later. I just want to see him snap, lose that carefully cultivated control and unleash himself on me. He turns on me in a second, caging my body between the wall of the elevator and the hard planes of his body. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up to look at him.
“Watch yourself. I’d hate for you to get into something you can’t handle.”
“I can take whatever you throw at me, sir.” He laughs.
“Yeah, right, princess. Keep talking a big game – we’ll see how far that gets you.”
“Well, it got me here, didn’t it?”
“Right where you wanted, I presume?” He asks, tilting his head and there’s nothing friendly in his eyes. I just nod, sucking in a breath when he pushes his body closer to mine and his hard-on is pressing into my thigh. “Before this goes further: green for go, yellow for slow down, red for hard stop, no questions asked. Do you understand?” I nod, and he raises his eyebrows.
“I understand!” I blurt out.
“Good.” He suddenly dips his head down, nose bumping into mine as we share the same breaths for a few seconds. “I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers onto my lips, not quite kissing me.
“Please. Ruin me, Daddy,” I whisper and he’s kissing me as soon as the last word is out of my mouth. It’s overwhelming, the way he kisses, stealing all the air from my lungs in a millisecond. I gasp when the hand from my chin drops to my chest, reaching into my dress shirt and under my tank top to tweak my right nipple. He takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tasting me. The elevator dings and his hand disappears from my shirt and his lips retreat. I whine at the sudden loss of contact, as we had just gone from 100 miles an hour to 0 miles an hour.
“I know, princess, I’m sorry. You don’t want Daddy to get caught, do you?” I shake my head vigorously and he chuckles, escorting me to his car, and opens the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. He gets in and starts the car as I buckle my seatbelt. He backs out of the parking spot, placing one hand on the back of my headrest and I suck in a sharp breath. He glances at me. “Really? You’re turned on by my driving?”
“I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” I breathe out, not daring to look at him. My cheeks are warm, and I feel frazzled. I jump when his hand comes to rest on my thigh, dangerously close to where I want him. I shift my hips, trying to get him closer to where I need him. He smacks my thigh abruptly.
“Don’t do that. You can wait.” He says gruffly.
“I can’t. I can’t wait.” I gasp out. “Please. Please touch me. I need you. Please, sir, I’ll do anything.”
“I’ll oblige you, but only because you begged so prettily. I like it when you sound desperate. One rule though: no cumming without my permission.” His hand slips under my skirt and I thank god that this was one of the rare days I decided to wear one. His fingers ghost over my cunt, the lightest touch and my breathing is already starting to labor. When his fingers press my clit from outside my panties my hips buck into the air. “Someone’s responsive.” He says, more to himself than me. His fingers trail lower, and he groans when he feels the wet spot. “Already this wet for me, princess?”
“Only for you, Daddy.” I whimper when he pushes my panties to the side, hand now free to touch as he pleases. His fingers come up to tease my clit again before one deftly slips inside of me. I let out a choked sound, tight around him. Just one finger feels thick, and when he slips in another finger I keen, tightening again.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside of me that I struggle to hit by myself. I gasp, hand closing around his wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or egg him on. He continues to work his fingers in me as he drives and I’m not sure how he’s managing to stay on the road. I know I should reciprocate but the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me has made every thought I’ve ever had flee my brain. After a few minutes, my thighs start to shake and I’m panting, so close to a mind-blowing orgasm that I forget he told me I can’t cum without his permission. His fingers slip out of me seconds before I hit my peak.
“NO!” I shout, shaking in the passenger seat, sitting in a small puddle of my own arousal. I hope it stains his impeccable leather seats.
“Only good girls get to cum, and you haven’t been a good girl today, baby,” He says, “Open.” I open my mouth and he slips the fingers he just had inside of me into my awaiting mouth. I suck his fingers off earnestly, just like I would to his cock if he gave me the chance. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and I realize he’s parked the car in his garage. Is this really happening? I think to myself. “Color?” He asks me, turning my face so I can look into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes.
“Green,” I say quickly.
“Good girl,” He whispers and meets my mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue, need, and teeth.
I don’t know how we made it inside, but as soon as I cross through the doorway, Hotch throws me over his shoulder, and I shriek. He carries me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I’m paralyzed as I watch him rip his tie off, dress shirt following soon after. He’s beautiful, and I want to run my hands all over him and feel every scar. My eyes are tracing his chest and ever the profiler, he notices.
“You can touch. It’s okay.” He walks over to me, planting himself between my legs. I timidly touch his stomach, trailing my hands up his abdomen, running my fingers along his scars in quiet admiration. He suddenly takes my hand, kissing it, a break in the dominant façade. I give him a soft smile, one that has always been reserved for him, and his breath hitches in his chest. His hands cup my face, looking into my eyes, and I’ve never felt safer than I have at this moment. I close my eyes, leaning into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. It feels like we’re the only people in the world, two souls destined to collide. His next kiss is gentle as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, but he tosses his resolve out the window when I bite his bottom lip. He growls, pushing me onto my back and stepping out of his pants and boxers. I push myself up on my elbows to watch him and gasp when he’s revealed to me completely. He’s big. Bigger than I’ve had before. I knew it would be big because of his damn hands. “You’re far too dressed for my liking.” He mutters, and the next moment he actually rips my shirt off of me, buttons flying everywhere.
“HOTCH!” He stops, looking at me.
“Try again, sweetheart.”
“Sorry. Daddy.”
“Much better. And Daddy will buy you a new one, okay?” I nod, suddenly unable to think as he slides off my tank top and unclasps my bra. My nipples are aching to be touched and as if he can read my mind, his head dips down to take my left nipple in his mouth. I suck in a breath, my hand coming to rest on the back of his head. His tongue laves over my nipple, and I swear I see God for a moment. He moves to the other side and my cunt is begging for attention. He slides my skirt and panties off without once leaving my chest. And when I’m naked before him, he kisses his way up my throat, leaving hickeys that will definitely be hard to hide.
“Daddy, people will see.”
“And? They should know whom you belong to.” He says plainly, he leans back, admiring my form and my hips jump up on their own accord, grazing his weeping tip in the process.
“Fuck, princess, don’t do that.”
“Please, please, please, Daddy, I need you so bad.”
“Daddy has to make sure you’re ready for him. I don’t know if my fat cock will fit in your tight little pussy.” I whimper at his words, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life. He slides down my body, pressing kisses into my skin as he goes until he gets on his knees, dragging me towards the edge of the bed. He slings both of my legs over his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss into my thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me, princess. Can I taste it?”
“Please,” I manage to whisper, and I watch as his head dips down and he licks up my pussy. He groans against my clit when he tastes me, and I shout in surprise at the added stimulation. He chuckles against me and goes to work, tongue thrusting shallowly in me before coming up to tease my clit. He’s getting me closer to the edge and when I feel two of his fingers slide into me easily, I sigh contentedly. He finds the spongy spot inside of me with ease, hitting it every time he thrusts his fingers into me. I’m hurtling towards my peak when I gasp out, “Daddy, please, I’m close, can I cum? Please? I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Your good girl.” His eyes flick up and he watches me, never stopping, and watches as my abdomen tenses and I start to clench around his fingers, panting. He pulls his mouth away from me just long enough to whisper,
“You can let go, princess.” And resumes his torturous pace on me. My hand shoots down to grip his hair and a few seconds later my orgasm rips through me. I shout loudly, hips moving with abandon against his face, and he doesn’t let up, continuing to lick and finger me through it until I’m twitching with overstimulation.
“Daddy, please, too much.”
“You wanted to cum, princess, so you’re going to cum until I’m done.” He growls and goes back to eating me out. I had no time to come down from my first orgasm and my body is already sprinting full speed ahead toward my second. My thighs clench around his face but it doesn’t stop him. He stills his fingers inside me and simply presses them into my G-spot, never letting up, just putting constant pressure on it.
I’m babbling at this point, nothing coherent coming from my lips except for ‘daddy’ and ‘please’. My orgasm blindsides me and I clench hard around his fingers and scream, not caring if anyone can hear me. My vision goes spotty as I continue to cum until he finally slips his fingers out and I feel like I can breathe again. I’m gasping for air as his touch trails along my hips.
“Still with me, pretty girl?” I nod still gasping. “Color?”
“Green, green, green.” I pant out quickly and he chuckles. He gives me a few more seconds to come down, tracing gentle patterns into my sides and he kisses me once my breathing slows. I pull away to bite my way down his neck, leaving my own marks on him. “Daddy, need you inside me, please.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for me, princess?”
“Yes! Yes! So ready! Please just fuck me!”
“Okay, let me grab a condom.”
“No!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m clean. Please, I want to feel you. Just you.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He says, kissing the tip of my nose. I watch as he pumps himself a few times and lines up with my entrance. He pushes in, just barely, and stays there until I’m begging him to push the rest of the way in.
“Please, Daddy, I want to feel full. I feel so empty.” He sheathes himself in me in one quick motion and I gasp. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper onto his lips.
“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight.” He’s still above me, and I can see his shoulders shaking in restraint. “You feel like heaven.”
“Please move, please. Let go, I can take it.” I whisper, peering into his eyes and he pulls out a little bit to thrust shallowly. He swallows my moan with his lips, kissing me with the fervor of a man starved. He starts off at a slow pace and despite being sensitive from my previous two orgasms, I need more. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Please, for the love of God, fuck me. Hard. Please. I can take it. All of it.” He looks at me hard, searching for any hesitation, but his dick is literally inside of me, so there’s no hesitation on my part. I nod up at him and he leans down to kiss me as he starts to set a brutal pace. His hips are slamming against mine and when I shift my hips up to meet his thrusts he hits my G-spot with every thrust. “SHIT!” I shout, the words quickly turning into a loud moan as his thumb comes down to flick at my clit. I’m shaking with arousal, and I can feel his balls slap against my ass with how hard he’s fucking me.
“Come on, pretty girl, I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to Daddy. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” There are no thoughts in my head anymore, everything in me has zeroed in on the feeling of him literally fucking me into the mattress. “You look so pretty fucked out like this, bet you can’t think of anything but my cock inside of you, huh?” I nod and he laughs, kissing me hard. He leans back just enough to change the angle by shifting my calf onto his shoulder. He thrusts, hard, and I whimper. “You make such pretty sounds when I’m fucking you.” He picks up the pace again, moving his thumb on my clit in tight circles. I let out a broken moan as he hits just the right spot inside of me, and he takes note of it, hitting the same spot repeatedly, thumb keeping its pace on my clit. It’s overwhelming and I know that this orgasm is going to ruin other men for me. No one can do it like him. “Y/N,” his voice is low, “Look at me, baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” I drag my eyes open and look at him with dazed eyes. One particularly hard thrust and a drag of his thumb over my clit and I’m cumming violently, thrashing against him and gripping the bed sheets, my body spasming and I feel him fuck me through it and spill inside of me with a shouted curse before I black out.
I come to and can feel a warm washcloth being dragged between my legs gingerly. I hiss at the contact.
“Oh, thank god, are you okay?” I nod, throat raspy from screaming. “Can I get you anything?” I shake my head no, and the warm washcloth returns, I jump at the sensation. “I know, I have to clean you up though, okay?” He finishes in the next couple of moments and throws the washcloth into the hamper.
“How long was I out?” I say softly.
“Five minutes? Maybe six.” I nod.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? Y/N, that was the biggest ego boost I’ve had in years.” He chuckles and I let out a weak laugh.
“Help me up?” I whisper, holding my hands out toward him. He obliges, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. My vision starts to go spotty again. “Oh, Jesus,” I say, starting to slump forwards. His arms wrap around me quickly, holding me against his chest until my vision starts to return to normal. His thumbs are rubbing my back and I wish I could stay in this moment forever. “I’m okay, I think,” I whisper after a minute and try to pull away but he only lets me get a few inches away, eyes worriedly searching my face. “Hotch, I’m fine. I swear. Now let me go so I can go pee.” He lets go of me slowly and when I stand up to walk toward the bathroom, my legs buckle underneath me. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, but Hotch is right there to catch me. He scoops me up despite my protests and carries me bridal style to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly embarrassed.
“No, don’t do that. I can see you trying to hide, getting embarrassed.”
“Am I that obvious?”
“Yeah, when your guard is down, you’re easy to read.”
“So, uh, do we just pretend this never happened? Go back to the way things were. I assume that’s what you want?” I bury my face in my hands, unable to look at him.
“Go back to the way things were? Y/N, baby, no. I can’t go back. This was not a one-time thing. I’m yours if you’ll have me.” I peek at him from between my fingers.
“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”
“Dead serious.” He gets on his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into my office. I just didn’t think you’d reciprocate, until Morgan made a comment two months ago about your body language, and that’s when I had the hunch you felt the same way.”
“So, you’ve known I’ve been pining over you for months and didn’t think to say anything?” My pitch gets higher as the sentence goes on.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Yes, I’m clearly uncomfortable with you as I’m sitting in front of you, naked,” I say drily and he laughs again.
“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, smiling, before adding, “But you’re my idiot.” His eyes brighten at that.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. As you said, I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
“Good. Because I’m never letting go of you.” I feel my cheeks grow warm.
“Good, because I don’t want you to.”
#hotch x y/n#hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch#hotch x reader#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#hotch smut
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We're plural and whenever we see you writing Tim so firmly committing to 'getting in character' we cant help but go "....egg carton"
We know thats not the intention and thats not where its going at all and really its not even where Tim is at mentally when you write him but that behavior is soooooo not normal singlet behavior. You write Tim so "not normal" that he's clocking as an egg carton (system who hasn't realised they're a system) and its hilarious
Oooo now we wanna see a fic where Tim is actually an egg carton. Might have to write that ourselves lol
Oh, that's a new one, I've never heard "egg carton" before! That's an interesting way to put it, hah.
I definitely almost never write Tim as neurotypical, I tend to put him somewhere on the autism spectrum even when I'm not particularly trying to. He's just a very performative dude with very decided opinions and he does NOT understand why you don't think the way he thinks, but FINE, he'll behave how you expect him to and just work around you, ughhhhh.
Tim was my fave back in the day when the original YJ was running, I was so all about him and his solo, so I still have a soft spot for him even though Kon's usurped him in my heart these days, hah. Therefore, Tim gets the 'tisms! All the 'tisms for the Tims!!
. . . okay I wouldn't know how to write a system myself, but I bet it'd be interesting.
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“You’re not going to settle for that. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Oooo this one sounds like it could make for some fun shenanigans~ Or something angsty? Honestly this one seems like it could go either way. <3
Sun Centric | Wordcount: 814 | AO3 Version
Based off a draft scene I had for Solar Lunacy, so you may see this scene again in a future chapter of SL. (Slight spoilers)
"What happens to animatronics when they get decommissioned?" You ask the question on a Thursday afternoon, in the quiet corner near the security desk that Sun leans back on. Children are playing in the jungle gym, and the Daycare Attendant's attention switches to you. You add onto your sentence. "Like, does it mean you guys just go to a different location then here? Or is there a storage wing or some other location you go to if you're no longer working here."
Sun hums, voice chipper as ever. "What a morbid thing to ask! Wrong too!"
"What? It's a genuine question!" You lean further across the desk. You highly doubt any children would over hear you at this distance, but your voice is low when you talk still, just in case. "What? Is it a sensitive topic or something?"
"We are deactivated and dismantled." Sun answers, tone much too full of default mirth for something so plainly stated. "Sometimes, if we are recycled or repurposed, the memory will be wiped and the endoskeleton resuited."
Your face must be some sort of slight surprise or horror, because the Daycare Animatronic's head tilts to you, saying nothing, but with the look of someone who just told a child that santa clause isn't real. You clear your throat, speaking casually. "Isn't that....illegal?"
The Daycare Attendant's eyes are upturned. "We're Fazbear Entertainment property! All trademark and copyright rules apply."
You send him a look. "Sentient robots have been gaining citizen ship and recognition as intelligence life in a lot of places, you know."
"I know! What a facinating time we live in, isn't it? We're constnatly living on the progression of history!"
"So...." You drawl out. "It's...immoral. To do that, I mean. They can't just-
"They can." Sun's smile is sharp when it cuts you off.
Your mouth curls downwards further. "That's-"
"Killing us?" Sun chuckles when he says this, hand raising and tapping your nose with his index finger. He rests it there, just on the tip of your nose and grins at you. "There you go, thinking we're people again. It's silly of you."
Some child screams, and his vision darts momentarily just to confirm that it wasn't a scream of pain but rather one of distress because they got tagged 'it', before turning back to you. You're still staring straight ahead, processing his words even as he taps your nose the way someone would knock on a door to check if anyone was home.
Your brows have furrowed. "I don't like it when you say things like that."
Sun's two fingers are 'walking' up your nose, your forehead, and back down again, as if to amuse himself. "Sure, thing. Won't mention it again, sweetheart."
"What are you going to do if they want to decommission you?" You don't even register the nickname. "Why can't they just, I don't know, let you go? Maybe not in this country but...automation rights are a thing now."
"Bit of a dreamer, aren't you? Moon likes that." The fingers 'walk' down to your chin, and Sun taps the bottom in the universal 'cheer up' motion he's done probably hundreds of times by now. "Nothing we can do. We're robots. We'd be decommissioned."
You lean away from his hand, just a bit. "So, you'd just give up? Be a hunk of scrap in a warehouse somewhere."
Sun says nothing, he makes a small 'hmm' of aknowledgement, hand still raised, head tilted at an angle.
Your tension feels heavy, so you smile lightly and bump your knuckles against his own. "You won't have to settle for that, not if I have anything to say about it."
"Oh, how bold!" Metal fingers wrap around your own, a thumb running over the thin skin over your wrist in a mindless, casual carress. "And how am I supposed to thank my darling savior knight?"
You raise a brow at the tone. "Sun, I'm serious."
"Oh, I can tell. I know, I know." His face never drops from the light heartedness, a light laugh underlying in his voice. "We're getting used to hearing your spout your disagreeable, dangerous decisions." A thin smile, he watches your own drop. "Those last few words was a bit of a tongue twister, wasn't it?"
You open your mouth to retort, but you're inturrupted by a child's scream. Both of your gazes instictly dart to the sound's source; a pigtailed child crying while a boy wearing Monty glasses holds a beloved Moon plushie over her head. Sun makes a noise equivalent to a sigh, and lifts himself off the desk. "Pardon, it's my turn to save the day!"
The hand leaves you, and he all but bounds away to the scene, movement full fo whim and jestering behavior. There's a coldness in your fingers, so you stuff that hand in your pocket and lean back against the security chair, and watch.
#Solar Lunacy#fnaf sb#fnaf the daycare attendant#fnaf sun#sun x reader#moon x reader#writings#bytes of lunacy#drabbles#angst
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32: how to stay sober challenge: failed ♤
CW: mentions of alcohol, heavy drinking
Your POV
26 February, Saturday, 8.54pm
Location: Childe's house
The moment you arrived at Childe's house, you were amazed. There were already so many people there, despite the party starting not too long ago. And they seemed to be having the time of their lives. Well, why wouldn't they? After all, Childe's parties were known to be one of the most extravagant parties of all time.
"Hey, what time did Ayaka say she was coming? I don't see her yet," Lumine asked.
"She said she would be arriving with her brother at around 9-ish, I think." Yoimiya replied, checking her phone to see if she got the info correct.
"Oooo, her brother is coming as well? Can't believe I get to see the handsome Ayato again lmao, isn't that right yn?"
"....."
"yn?"
"......"
"Yo, earth to yn, you good?"
"O-oh sorry my bad, I was just spacing out, what did you say?"
"Is everything alright yn? I've noticed that you've been spacing out a lot lately."
"It's nothing Lumine, I was just thinking about some stuff, that's all."
Truth be told, you were feeling guilty. Now that you were finally hanging out with Lumine for the first time in a while, you couldn't help but recall the moments you've spent with her brother, and how they led you to slowly catching feelings for him, even though Lumine told you not to. And now, at the mention of the word 'brother', you were feeling even more guilty.
One, over the fact you've caught feelings for your bestfriend's brother, and two, the fact that you were now avoiding the said brother.
You knew that Aether didn't deserve the treatment you were giving him right now, but you couldn't help it. You can't afford to hang out with him again.
At least, not yet.
Until you've gotten rid of these 'stupid' feelings, you can't hang out with him like you used to.
Because the more you hang out with him, the more you felt yourself falling deep.
Was this really the best choice though?
You weren't sure.
.
.
.
"How's it going ladies? Are you enjoying the party? Well of course you are. Who wouldn't?"
".... You're a really terrible host you know."
"Ouch! Harsh words Xiao, harsh words..." The two guys had came to your group to see how you guys were doing.
At least, that's what you thought. You were just scrolling on twitter, paying no mind to their conversation, but a certain name made you look up from your phone.
"Hey Xiao, have you seen Aether? He said that he was coming to the party with you guys."
"He should be somewhere around here.... ah there he is, looks like he's coming our way."
"What."
Lumine turned to look at you, giving you a confused look.
"Why do you look so shocked yn? Did you think that Aether was not going to come to the party?"
"Haha of course not.... I definitely knew that..."
You were panicking in your mind as you saw the blond boy approach your group. And you swear, you saw him light up a little the moment the both of you held eye contact. In a few seconds, he was already standing right in front of you.
"Hey yn!"
"Oh hi Aether!"
"Helloo??? We're here as well you know."
"I know, I just chose to ignore you, that's all."
"HAHA"
"Why are you even my brother...."
You watched as the twins started to bicker, but as they were doing so, you noticed how Aether's eyes kept on lingering back to you. You tried your best to look at anyone but him, but you couldn't.
He looked mesmerising that night. You couldn't point out what it was, and you couldn't help but wonder, was this a symptom of your crush on the blond boy?
That you would always find him beautiful no matter how he looked or dressed?
Probably.
"It seems like you keep on staring at him. Does he look that good to you?"
You flinched at the sudden statement and turned to look at the person who said it.
It was none other than Xiao. Seems like he was watching your every move for some reason.
"What the hell Xiao?!! Don't sneak up on me like that."
"You haven't denied it yet."
"I-I-..... argh whatever, Lumine, Tao let's go get drinks, I need a few right now."
"YEAH THAT'S MORE LIKE IT YN! LET'S GO!"
"Hey w-wait yn! There's something I need to talk to you about-"
"Maybe later Aether? I want to get a few shots now, if you don't mind..."
"Oh, yeah sure, I'll wait for you." He said, giving you a small smile.
You would pay to see him smile again, but you know that that would make you fall for him even more than you already have. So you quickly turned around and left to get drinks with Hu Tao and Lumine.
"Sorry Aether, I think I might have pushed her a little more than I should have.."
"It's fine Xiao, I'll just talk to her later..."
"Best of luck, my dear comrade! You definitely need it."
"Thanks.... I guess..."
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10.27pm
It had been almost an hour since you went to get shots with Lumine and Hu Tao. But now, you were left all alone, drinking by yourself. Lumine got dragged away by some of her other friends while Hu Tao just disappeared.
Usually you would be worried, but that night you didn't want to care about anyone else, just yourself.
Shot by shot, you kept on drinking, trying to drown your thoughts in the alcohol. Out of nowhere, a voice interrupted your drinking.
"Oh? It's you yn! Drinking all by yourself I see, mind if I join you?" You could recognise that voice anywhere.
"Of course the first place I would find you would be at the bar, Venti."
"Eheh, so I'll take that as a yes then," He said, as he plopped himself next to you.
"Now, mind telling me why you're moping by yourself? Hmm?"
"Just got some stuff on my mind."
"And by some stuff do you mean Aether?"
What?
Your eyes widened in shock as you turned to face Venti.
"W-What are you talking about-"
"It's obvious, yn. There's no use in denying it lol."
"..... was it really that obvious?"
"Yup."
"Oh god, what the hell am I supposed to do now."
"Easy! Just tell him you like him!"
"I can't do that Venti."
"Why not? I don't see what's so difficult about that-"
"It's not about whether it's difficult or not, it's whether if I should or not."
Venti looked at you, confused. You just sighed, before continuing.
"Lumine doesn't want me to date Aether, and if I decide to confess, she'll definitely be mad at me."
"And why is that?"
"Isn't it obvious?? She doesn't want me to date her brother! And if I do, then I'm just going against her word."
"But why is it any of her business in the first place? She doesn't get to control who you like or not, likewise with Aether. He's his own man with his own feelings, just like you. Your free to like whoever you want."
"But what if I don't want to confess? Can't I just forget this crush and move on with my life?"
"Well, you can do that, but the question is, do you want to?"
You sat in silence as you pondered over Venti's question.
"Do I want to? Of course I do? Why else do you think I'm avoiding Aether right now?"
"Ok then tell me this, how do you feel, when you're avoiding Aether like this right now?"
How do I feel?
"..... awful.... sad....."
"And?"
"It feels as if a part of me is missing, you know. I guess I miss his company."
"And there you go! That's your answer!"
"But isn't it normal to feel like this, since I'm avoiding him and all-"
"You still don't get the point, do you?"
You shook your head no, and watched as Venti sighed in defeat.
"Wow okay, just answer me this last question. How do you think you would feel if Aether gets into a relationship with someone else? Someone that's not you?"
What?
Aether, in a relationship with someone else?
You couldn't help but feel saddened at the thought, of not being the one with Aether.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, Venti shushed you, before saying,
"I believe you have your answer, and you don't have to tell me. Just go with what your heart wants yn, that's my only advice to you. I'll take my leave now."
And with that, Venti left, leaving you with just your thoughts.
Just go with what your heart wants
.....
Should I really go with what my heart wants?
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You were about to take another shot of your drink, when you heard someone call out your name. You turned around to see Aether walking towards you.
"Oh right, he did say that there was something he wanted to talk to me about," You thought.
As you were watching him come towards you, you suddenly saw a purple-haired girl come up to Aether, and for some reason they're..... talking and laughing with each other?
She was probably a friend of his, but you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy over how 'touchy' she was with him. Your mind then recalled what Venti said earlier.
"How do you think you would feel if Aether gets into a relationship with someone else? Someone that's not you?"
Was this what he meant?
You watched as Aether and the girl soon walked away with each other, and that made you devastated. "Wasn't he just coming up to talk to me? Why did he walk away with her?" You thought.
Wait.....
Is this what it feels like to be.... jealous?
Overwhelmed with your emotions and thoughts, you took a shot of your drink. And another. And another. And another.
You didn't like being jealous, it was an ugly feeling. Despite drinking so many shots, you still weren't able to get rid of the feeling.
You didn't like how Aether walked away from you with that girl. You wanted to be the one by his side.
But isn't this what you deserved? After all, you were the one avoiding him in the first place.
Just because you didn't want to upset your bestfriend.
But now, all that didn't matter.
You didn't want to avoid Aether anymore.
You just wanted to tell Aether the truth.
The truth about your feelings.
You stood up from your seat, stumbling a little. You drank a little too much than you should've, causing you to not think straight.
But you wanted to find Aether, no, you needed to find Aether.
So you headed in the direction where Aether went with the girl.
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When I said that Venti gives good advice when needed, I meant it :)
needed time to proof read this chapter before posting, istg if there's still any mistakes in it 💀
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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 7 - 9
Episode 7:
AGAIN they put the Shadows logo instead of the Pirates...
Well at least Mei is trying to be civil with D'jok and have a normal conversation
D'jok claiming he doesn't miss the Snow Kids >:(
I mean idk why they're tossing Mei up and down like that like, what are they celebrating XD
Aarch: We're far from ready for tonight's match, even against the Pirates!
DON'T SLANDER THEM LIKE THAT
Kinda rude they only show D'jok depressed over/ missing Mei. Surely he must miss the rest of the Snow Kids even if he won't show it? He literally ditched Mei in season 1 because Mice left, saying he's his only family apart from Maya, but now he just doesn't give a shit?
Did D'jok seriously just kiss Nikki-4 because he was reminded of Mei? Get this man some therapy
I mean idk why you're upset Mei you are literally dating Sinedd. Although I wouldn't blame her if she assumed D'jok was only doing it to get back at her
ngl I prefer Artegor's hype speeches haha
STEVENS IT'S MY BOY STEVENS!!!
What's with all the matches in season 3 having a goal being scored IN THE FIRST FEW SECONDS
GOOOOAL PIRAAAAAATES
Sorry I'm a Snow Kids supporter I swear
ooo they have Cyclops players in the Pirates team. The only chance for the Pirates to have a flux with them and be on the same level as the other teams, and they get the Cyclops. lol.
Wait, if the reason the Pirates couldn't use flux was because they're from different planets, then couldn't they use it now in this tournament? Or is it because they're all from Shiloh and it doesn't have a flux? I once read an idea somewhere that they didn't use flux because it can be tracked so they couldn't train with it, or maaaybe the Flux Society only let them play on the condition they don't use it, as their doings are a bit too opaque for their liking? Many questions.
I love Artie ditching his team to support Micro-Ice. Get you a hypeman like Artie, king shit <3
Corso kicking Artie out for potentially disturbing Sonny, they're so 💖 and in the next shot Corso is watching the TV anyway with his hands crossed like a dad LOL
YESSSS MICRO-ICE GOT TO SCORE THE FIRST GOAL! THAT'S MY SON!!!
This is me btw
Why didn't Artie just go to the stadium from the start?
I love Rocket's penalty (free?) kicks so much <3 I'm sorry I don't actually know anything about football <333
Aaand Rocket's out. You guys should really have more subs. Or like, ANY subs
Gimme some Lun-Zeara action :( Y'know, just like the Rykers match, the match doesn't have to be a total wipeout to show that the winning team is good. I want the Wambas to at least put up more of a fight against Paradisia I mean, their flux is just a discount Breath anyway
I love the Pirate's acrobatic style of play, you just know these guys are parkour experts with all their running away from Technoid
Oooo that goal attempt was by red hair dude, nice to see someone else on the Pirates team strike. Hc he's twins with the goalkeeper, but where tf did their names in the wiki come from and why are they all so basic. Tbf they probably wouldn't reveal their real names anyway
Just realised there has been like zero development for Lun-Zia in terms of integrating with the team. She's from a completely different planet, they could have done so much with this but she just... fits in just like that? I know that later there's some stuff about her wanting to stay with the SK and learn the Breath but... it just feels weird to have none of that development when she actually joins the team
GO TIA GOOOO
Hahaha, that's not how physics works. The net is a loose material! At least in the previous seasons you could see it still spinning against the net and stretching it to its limits before falling
I love Callie accidentally showing her bias sometimes
Lun-Zia just doing cartwheels to celebrate, cute
DAN DAN DAAAAANNN... CYBORGS! Although the plot kind of treats them more like androids in the sense that they're not “real” humans
> be me
> girlfriend broke up with me by going to a different team
> said ex girlfriend immediately gets with my nemesis
> I leave for a new team, they're all hot girls and really strong players
> turns out they're cyborgs
> find out my dad is seriously injured and clinging on to life right after our first victory
> they suspect the very coach I literally just started playing for
> fml
Episode 8:
The Red Tigers?? When did they qualify???
Maddox why would you turn down the only chance of your team ever winning a match. Give them a flux player! Also, good feeling about the match?? Against the XENONS??? come on he can't be that naive
woah is that a new Technodroid theme song? Kinda slaps tbh
This match should be like 20-0 honestly
Fuck the Red Tigers <3 Warren, destroy them
SINCE WHEN DID THE RED TIGERS HAVE THE BREATH???
Warren is just as surprised as I am, although honestly I have no idea how this development didn't get out to the press sooner. This is also so thrown in, you'd think there'd be more discussion or reaction on there being two Akillian teams in this tournament??
oooo seeing Warren's teleporting from his perspective is pretty cool
I was about to rant that there's no way Warren would be troubled by the Red Tigers, flux or not, but ok fair he has the resonance because of Netherball. He only played in one match though, and all the Lightnings are good players, the team doesn't just suddenly suck because Warren's having a bad day
The Xenons have a Cyclops? Ok then, would've been too OP otherwise haha
Y'know I feel like they could have done more with this whole mixed flux thing, like found more creative ways for the team members to work together. So far, nothing would change if the tournament was still single flux, well except Lun-Zia
HOW THE FUCK DID THE TECHNODROIDS EVEN SCORE A GOAL? Keeper must have gotten bored and taken a nap, fair enough
I like Warren's dignified little clap with the audience haha, he's a true champion
Not the Red Tiger's captain pushing WARREN. This is why no one likes you guys
I'm not actually sure if that player is Woowamboo because I don't think they mention him by name, but I like to think they're bros! It's nice to see the new flux player get the spotlight and score a goal
Oooo teams we've never heard of before
I want to be at this beach party :( LOL even the Pirates are here
Rocket and Tia are so cute
Oh come on Lun-Zia you didn't really think you had a chance with Rocket? Wish they'd drop this drama and let Tia and Lun-Zia bond over something else. Last season Tia's arc also mostly revolved around Rocket so can we give her something else this time?
I like Zo-Leen just hanging with them now
STFU D'JOK WHAT DID MICRO-ICE EVER DO TO YOU??!!
Love how only some teams get the privilege of getting animated with casual clothes and not their football kits haha
Artie, after jumping an old guy that looks like Vega: we thought you were a woman!
NOT HELPING YOURSELF THERE DUDE
idk is Simbai really the only expert they can call? I mean I guess she might be renown in the field since she cured Aarch and Artegor of the Smog poisoning, but still. Aahh well since it's Sonny they probably don't have many options without alerting Technoid, that's gotta hurt
Episode 9:
Sinedd saying the Shadows will win bc they've always been a mixed flux team – I mean I guess mixed species but not flux as Sinedd had to learn the Smog. But also I'm gonna take the chance to give the Shadows points for inclusivity because they seemed to have no problem mixing the team up even before this tournament
I wonder if there was a taboo against that due to the flux wars not being that long ago, I mean the teams are already like our national football teams so most would only want to play for their planet, but it's gotta be even weirder if you switch teams and there are still tensions between your people. So this mixed flux tournament could have been a big political moment if the show explored that side more.
Ok the shading on the characters is bothering me, was it always so dark in the previous seasons? They look like they're always standing infront of a bright light.
Mark I really wouldn't trash talk Luur if I were you
Go Lun Zia!!
Guys do you think Luur would be popular with the monsterfuckers if Galactik Football were a more well known show. I mean look at his figure- (someone throws a grenade through my window)
D'JOK WHAT THE HELL, FOULING WARREN?! FUCKING WARREN YOUR IDOL WHO YOU HAVE NO BEEF WITH CURRENTLY???!!!! why are they making him do stuff like this just to drive home that he's being an ass and will learn from it like, people can be nuanced. You don't have to have him lash out at literally everyone he interacts with.
Warren: Real shame that football has come to this.
Ok this supports my theory from the Netherball episodes that Warren is obsessed with football and the integrity of the sport
YYYYESSSSS GOOOOOAL TIA SLAAYYYY!!!! SHE STEPS UUUPPP!!!
wow that match ended quickly, considering how hyped up the Xenons were in the last season. I mean they played them in the finals! I wonder if season 3 split the matches like that so they wouldn't have to animate as much lol
oh I just realised D'jok is no longer number 9, he's 6. So his number upside down, heh, symbolism
Roasted by Warren, oof. This is the guy that got SINEDD to behave and work with D'jok in the All-Stars game last season, he commands that much respect from the young players but now D'jok is just being a jerk to him for no reason.
Artegor telling Aarch to try more warmth and less doom and gloom, that's hilarious
D'jok you're really gonna reveal that Sonny is your father to THE GUY SUSPECTED OF TRYING TO KILL HIM? WHO CAN EASILY KILL YOU?? AND INFRONT OF THIS TEAM YOU'VE ONLY KNOWN A FEW DAYS?
Vega's spy suit kinda slays tbh
Not Aarch realising he needs more of a social life outside of football 😭
“Last one back is a Cyclops!” THRAN THAT'S RACIST
OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE. FIRST MEI/D'JOK, THEN TIA/ROCKET, NOW FREAKING AARCH/ADIM HAVE A LOVE TRIANGLE PLOT? I know it's a misunderstanding but like, what the hell. The romance drama is so bad in this season and I have a pretty low tolerance for that compared to other things like plotholes and whatever
How the fuck did Micro-Ice hear them talking from underwater
OK I like that it's Micro-Ice who gets suspicious of Paradisia with all the weird stuff going on, cute he goes up to Tia about it and she's immediately down for some investigation work despite going on about how amazing the place is a few minutes ago.
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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”
Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)
♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY
w.c. 2.6k💠 Released March 28, 2024
NOTE🧚🏾♀️✨: This chapter is so rushed and short fr I'm def not proud of this one, BUT due to this fact I'm doing a double post of chapters 9 + 10❤︎ You're welcome teehee.
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CHAPTER 9; BROKEN
It's been a while now after finding out a bit of Kazutora's past. You were way too nervous to really ask him anything about it as you really didn't want to upset him and ruin your already blurry friendship.
You figured if he wants to share anything about it he will, in his own time.
Today was another one of those school days that were unbearably boring. Though it was actually a bright, clear skied day, the morning was quiet, everyone tired and sluggish from a weekend full of cloudy skies, and rain.
It wasn't until lunchtime that things finally started to get more...exciting for you and your friends.
"Are you deadass?!" You gaped at your friend Hanako-chan, along with the other girls at the lunch table.
"Yup! He asked me out last Friday after school! It was so cute; I couldn't believe it!" Her cheeks were dusty pink as she recalled the memory of her crush asking her out.
"Wooooow! I'm so happy for you, Hanako-chan." You smiled softly at her.
"This is the same guy that came to hang for Halloween, right?" Yumi chimed in, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Yeah! His name's Sora Kobayashi." She swooned hard.
"Oooo! Hanako Kobayashi kinda eats, you know? It's got a lil ring to it." You smirked devilishly, her face turned deep red as the other girls giggled.
"It's giving future husband!" Asuka-chan chimed in, a bright smile on her face.
Suddenly, some commotion going on towards the entrance of the cafeteria caught all of your attention, heads turning nearly in sync with each other.
It was Kazutora, who hadn't been here earlier today, strolling in casually with those two other guys you'd seen with him once before. You already knew what was going on as his eyes locked with yours. A charming grin made its way on his face as he approached you.
"Speaking of husbands...." Yumi murmured with a devilish smile, looking your way for a moment.
"Hey", he nodded towards you, "hey girls." He then acknowledged your friends to which they all smirked.
"Heeeeyyyy." They sang, dragging it out obnoxiously long.
"Ohhh would you look at that, suddenly we all have somewhere to go, right girls?" Miyazaki-chan cut in, clearing her throat and raising a brow so all the girls would get what she's trying to do.
"O-oh yeah yeah! We're needed...elsewhere currently. See ya!" Asuka chuckled, making it so obvious they were leaving us alone on purpose. You sighed, discreetly rolling your eyes.
How y'all needed elsewhere during lunch...?
"Why'd you come to school so late? You dropped me off just to dip out then come back?" You questioned, your brows furrowed. He put on his signature cheeky smile, his eyes closed from how wide it was.
"Uh oh..." You deadpan, already knowing he was up to absolutely no good with that look.
"What did you do?" You narrowed your eyes.
He shook his head.
"What are you doing?" You said next, your expression still the same as the intrigue started to rise more. He shook his head again.
"What are you about to do?" This time your brow raised as there wasn't any other variation left that you could think of.
"There it is! I'm bustin' you outta here!" He says excitedly.
"You what?" A playful scoff escaping you as a small amused grin made its way on your lips. Kazutora grabbed your hand with both of his, pulling a bit so you'd stand out of your seat.
"Uh uh! I can't leave!" You pulled against him, trying to keep yourself planted.
"Yeah you can! I do it all the time." He shrugged like it was the most simplest thing ever.
"Yeah but you're not supposed to! And I'm not you!" You frown.
"C'mon goody two shoes, I'm kinda on a time crunch right now."
"No, I can't skip school! Bruh!" You spout rapidly, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. It was kind of true that you were a 'goody' type of student. Never skipping school, always on time for class, and getting your homework done to the best of your ability was always your thing. Compared to Kazutora you probably were an angelic, perfect example student.
The idea of skipping has never even crossed your mind before, seeing as you figured teachers would worry and highly likely call your mom, which would then petrify her and have an entire S.W.A.T team level search party coming for you. It just wasn't worth it to skip. Besides, where would you be skipping to? For what?
"It's fine! You can miss half'a day." He chuckled, finally pulling you along towards the caf entrance.
"No, I'm serious! This isn't a good idea! I'm gonna get in-
You cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling slightly disoriented as Kazutora abruptly pulled you towards him and casually flung you over his shoulder.
"Hey! If you don't put me down!" You blurted out frantically in English, making him laugh.
"You're embarrassing me in front of all these-oh my gosh...." You facepalmed in defeat, watching as everyone laughed and took in the scene unfolding in amusement.
"It'll be fun, trust me!" He assured playfully, still keeping you perched up on his shoulder as he and his friends walked out of the school.
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Kazutora had taken you all over the place today. First it was some street race that he took you to watch together. It was all kinds of older guys and even some your age, dressed in streetwear, smoking and driving really cool looking cars.
You were glad he'd taken you to your place first to change out of your uniform, it would've looked so awkward since everyone else was dressed so amazing.
You were wearing a cute black skater style skirt with a slit by the right thigh, sheer nude stockings and a white cropped top. Over the fit you had on a hot pink cardigan with your first initial stitched in the back, and white two and a half inch knee high, heeled boots. It was fully into November by this point, so the cardigan was much needed. It wasn't necessarily blending with the streetwear vibe, but you were still cute nonetheless.
Afterwards he'd taken you out to get food at this ramen place! It was here that you started to wonder if this was his way of taking you out on a date without actually saying it. He was all smiles the entire time, talking up a storm with you, and insisted on paying for everything.
Then you both just wandered around the shopping district, trying on all kinds of things and even clothes and accessories you didn't even like. He'd even gone out of his way to buy you something you liked a lot. These gold, medium sized hoop earrings with little faux diamonds embedded into them. To say you were overjoyed and flattered would be an understatement. Immediately the jewelry became your absolute most cherished item in your accessories drawer.
And now, hours and hours later, the two of you were off somewhere deep in the city, strolling into some random skyscraper.
"K, what are we doing?!" You chuckle, going along with things as he leads you to a basic looking metal door in the main entrance of the building. The door revealed flights on flights of squared stairs, an elevator on the right upon coming inside.
"You'll see." He replies vaguely, a cute yet mischievous looking grin on his face. The two of you went all the way to the top floor, heading to the door that leads to outside.
Instantly you were met with an astonishing view, other buildings, street lights, and the night sky all greeting the both you. It was almost a fully clear sky up above, thousands and thousands of stars along with the half moon shined so brightly.
"This is beauuuutiful! We're so high up!" You beam, smiling as the wind slightly brushes past you, making your skirt and cardigan sway.
"I know. I come up here all the time." He says softly, walking ahead of you.
"Come on!" He urges, giving you a nod. Snapping out of your daze you catch up to him, the two of you walking near the edge of the building.
"Wait...don't go too far, K." You warn, feeling your heart drop slightly as he kept going. The two of you weren't so close where you could fall, but it was enough to make you just a bit nervous.
"It's fine, don't worry." He assures.
"I brought you here 'cause this spot is really special to me." He says softly with a particularly warm smile.
Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest at his words, a small smile dancing its way across your lips.
"I'm glad you took me here. I really like it."
"Y'know, I'm really happy I met you. I want you to know that." He continues, brushing his hand behind his neck nervously.
"Aaaw, I'm glad I met you too, K! You're my best friend." You admit softly, feeling your cheeks heat up as that's the first time you'd ever told him you felt that way.
"Actually, I brought you here 'cause...I gotta-..I gotta tell you something." He adds hesitantly, looking to the side a bit as his expression turns a bit pained.
This time your heart practically attempts to leap out of your chest. You purse your lips together to try and conceal the fully wide, glowy smile, clasping your hands together. Your little paper bag with your new earrings sat between your fingers. You might be joining Hanako-chan in the no longer single committee real soon!
"Yeah?" You murmur softly, biting your tongue.
Was he actually gonna go and confess his feelings?! Maybe that's why he came and took you out of school. He set up this whole thing just so you guys could end here, and he could ask you to be his girlfriend!
"Um..I don't really know how to say this..." He trails off, still not making any kind of eye contact with you.
"No, it's ok!" You assure sweetly, taking a step closer to him. By now your brows start to furrow a bit, slowly becoming concerned as his expression turns almost stony, and his eyes look hollow.
Maybe this wasn't what you thought it was...
"W-what's wrong?!" You press, placing a hand on his arm.
"I-...I may not..see you again." He finally mutters weakly, his eyes looking up at yours finally.
You blink, shaking your head a bit. Immediately your hand drops from his arm, looking at him as though he just went and slapped you across your face.
"What? What do you mean?" You question, your tone a bit sharper than you intended.
"I'm not gonna see you again. Not for a long time probably-
"What are you talkin' about? What does that even mean?!" You rant, feeling your heart start to crack. He lets out an exasperated, conflicted sigh, burying his hands in his pockets.
"I can't really tell you why, but after tomorrow...I just won't be able to see you again." He explains again, not bothering to expand any further.
"You can't tell me?! You brought me here just to say this?! To just drop me?!" Your chest rises and falls visibly as your breathing becomes heavier, an overwhelming amount of emotions starting to wash over you. Anger, confusion, worry, betrayal, even denial.
"I'm sorry." He replied barely above a whisper. You scoff at his weak response.
"You're sorry?! Sorry for what exactly, 'cause you don't seem all that sorry. What did I even do-
"No no, you didn't do anything! It's not even about you, I just have-
"So if I didn't do anything why are you doing this?! You took me out of school, spent all day playing nice, and brought me here just to tell me you're never gonna see me again, and you can't even at least explain to me why?!" You argued with a shaky voice. By now you'd already started crying, the tears streaming down your face like waterfalls.
"I promise I'd tell you if I could, but I can't." Kazutora says regretfully, a pained look on his face as he tries to reach for your hand.
"You can't or you won't?" You question sharply, snatching your hand away as you take a step back.
He goes silent, looking down and to the side, not even at least trying to answer you.
"Wow. So that's it, you just...say nothing." You scoff, shaking your head, looking over at him as if he were the worst person you knew.
"I'm sorry..." He mutters monotonously.
"I can't believe you." You grumble bitterly. What you really meant was 'I can't believe I actually fell for you'.
"Well I'm glad then, that you won't see me again, 'cause I don't wanna see you." You scowl, giving him one last look before storming off back inside the building, heart breaking even further when he doesn't bother to try and stop you.
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You'd went home and just cried and cried and cried all night until you fell asleep. It was so bad your mom could hear your sobs, bursting into your room to figure out what the matter was. You'd managed to tell her the whole story, crying into her chest as she tried to console you as best as she could.
The next day was the worst, the realization that what had happened last night wasn't a dream but very much reality made your heart break all over again. You were in so much pain, everything ached, and your head was pounding.
You didn't eat, you didn't turn on any lights in your room, you barely even spoke.
The girls had been blowing up your chat since yesterday, wanting to hear the 'tea' about how things went with you and Kazutora when the two of you ditched school together. You'd went and turned the group chat and individual chats with them on do not disturb. Honestly you were just embarrassed, feeling so stupid about the way you felt about him since it all blew up in your face. It's the way you really swore he was gonna confess to you, tell you he loves you and the two of you would just...who knows?
None of that even matters at this point? He doesn't want you around so any fantasies you once had before were all turned into pitiful ash in a matter of seconds. Your mom had told you last night that she believes he still cares about you and likes you, but he just went and chose to push you away 'cause he's not ready.
You hated him, hated everything about him, especially the things you used to love the most. Even more so you hated the memories, the memories that would flash through your mind, plaguing and haunting you relentlessly every second of every day.
Each day after felt worse and worse, unlike what your mom had assured you of. Every day that you two didn't speak chipped off pieces of your heart. Everything reminded you of him, the stuffed bunny he got you, your own bed that he'd laid in with you multiple times, when you walk outside and he's not there waiting for you to walk to school together.
School was the absolute worst. You'd gone from Hanemiya-san's princess to Hanemiya-san's ex. Rumors spread all over like wildfire, and of course with Kazutora no longer coming to school people felt completely free to voice their opinions loud and proud. Of course your friends would come to your defense, but now all of you were outnumbered, so it didn't do much to stop anyone from talking their shit.
Finally, weeks turned into months, which turned into years.
It took two years for you to finally free yourself from the depression of being left by Kazutora, college being the exciting new beginning for you.
You'd decided to go home, back to America to really clean off your slate. You met new people, made new friends, though you kept in touch with all of your friends from Japan. It was rough though, talking to your friends in Japan, they'd always remind you of what you left behind....
#strawberryfairi🧚🏾♀️#back when i knew you#kazutora hanemiya x reader#kazutora hanemiya x black fem reader#black fem reader#tokyo rev#kazutora#tokyo revengers x black reader#kazutora x you#kazutora x reader
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Could you do yasammy where Yasmina has a nightmare of being back on the island and Sammy calms her down.
If you don't feel comfortable with writing it I understand
Oooo I love these types of prompts! BTW they're aged up, like 22 ish.
Running. Her legs wanted to give out, her ankle was throbbing in pain.
Roaring. A giant beast a few feet behind her.
She was alone, all alone in the darkness as she ran. She knew where she was, but everything felt different. The trees parted slightly, and she ran through the opening, hoping to get somewhere safe.
Instead, she found herself at the edge of a cliff, with nowhere to go.
The Scorpious Rex marched closer, opening it's terrifying jaws. Closer, letting out an ear-piercing screech. Closer, ready to attack.
Yaz shoots up in her bed. It was just a nightmare. She's alright, she's fine, she's safe.
She turns to her side, hoping to find reassurance in her girlfriend, but instead, she finds an empty space beside her.
"Sammy?" She asks cautiously, trying not to think of the worst-case scenario. But she can't help it, she's already panicking. "Sammy?!" Yaz jumps out of the bed, almost getting tangled in the covers, and starts rushing downstairs.
"Woah, Yaz, what's wrong?" Sammy looks up at her from the bottom of the steps, a mug in one hand and a pop tart in the other.
Yasmina practically jumps down the stairs and envelopes Sammy in a hug. "Sorry, I... I just had a nightmare."
Sammy looks at her with a gentle expression before leading her to the couch. "What happened?"
"I was back... on the island... and the scorpious was chasing me. And you weren't there, and I couldn't get somewhere safe. I woke up right before..." Yaz was trying not to cry. She hates crying, especially over her nightmares.
Sammy hugs her tightly and strokes her hair as Yaz cries into her shoulder. "It's okay, I'm here, and I'm never letting anything bad happen to you. We're safe now, Yaz, we're safe."
They sit like that for a long time before Yasmina eventually falls asleep in Sammy's warm embrace. Sammy looks down at her girlfriend in her arms and sighs contently before pulling a blanket over them and falling asleep, too.
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Do you have any thoughts on husband! Txt?😔😔
It could be sfw or nsfw
oooo i love stuff like this!! thank you for the request <3
husband!soobin would be such a sweetheart, i feel like he'd such a good househusband particularly. he'd like to bake something new for you every week and he takes pride in being able to take care of you when you come home from work by having dinner ready or ordering your favorite or having the house clean. i feel like it'd be easy to settle into monotony with soobin only bc he's so content with how things are with you that he doesn't want a single thing to change, but every now and then he'd like to keep things alive by scheduling dates on the weekends :] and dates with him can mean anything, ranging from taking a day trip to trying out a new bakery together it would be so much fun to him just because you're there with him <3
husband!yeonjun would be the most doting husband in the world. the "let me do it for you" kind of husband, the kind who won't let you lift a finger if you're doing anything that looks even a little bit difficult, the kind who travels and brings you gifts from every country or city he visits. he's the type to convince his boss to let him bring you with him on a business trip because he can't stand to be away from you for too long. just like soobin, i feel like he'd want to try new things to keep the relationship feeling fresh but instead of going on a day trip he'd convince you to go skydiving with him even though you know you'd both be scared of doing it. nothing like a little boundary pushing to keep things fun <3
husband!beomgyu would still feel like your boyfriend, even after years of marriage. he'll still go out of his way to mess with you and tease you. he'll spray you with water while washing the dishes and do whatever he can to make you laugh bc there's nothing he loves more than the sound of your laugh but he'd also be really caring. he'd stay up with you if you're working on something that requires you to be up for a long time, get you coffee if you need it, keep you entertained if you need it, but he'll also sit with you quietly. anything he can do to help, he'll do it. he would make your time together so intimate and special and important. i feel like gyu would like really long dates where most of it is just sitting somewhere together, taking in each other's presence and that wouldn't change after marriage. he'll still take you somewhere nice to eat and then you'll take a drive to the beach or a park to feed the ducks and you'd rest your head on his shoulder and take in the world with him. it's always been his favorite parts of dates with you and he's def thankful he gets to do this with you all the time now that you're married
husband!taehyun is the definition of trophy husband, the man can do it all. he's strong, he can cook, clean, smart, like. every now and then you're like "how did i marry such an amazing man"?? the way he holds your hand when you go literally anywhere and is able to always find you in a crowd makes you feel so safe. he would pride himself in being a great husband to you and he would always brag about it too like "oh you took your wife out for lunch last weekend? that's cute i cooked her a seven course meal and then i took her dancing we're not the same" like his competitive nature would drive him to do this but nothing drives him to be the best husband for you like his immense love for you. he doesn't say i love you often, but what he doesn't say he makes up for actions. super clingy behind closed doors (and let's face it, even out in the open. i'll never let go of my "taehyun is a chronic hand holder" headcanon ever you can pry it from my cold, dead hands) and of course he'll want his space but he wants to be by you most of the time he's such a cat like that
husband!kai would be the absolute cutest. he treats everyday with you like it's the first day you've started dating, he's always so happy to be with you. he's so patient and honestly wouldn't mind just sitting around the house doing absolutely nothing if it meant just being by you. you could be cooking or doing anything around the house and he'd stand in the doorway, watch you from a distance, and smile because he's just so giddy, so happy to be with you. i feel like being married to kai would be like having a sleepover that never ends, he's easy to tell all your secrets and gossip to bc he's a good listener and he loves it when you wear his hoodies around the house, to the point where he buys hoodies he knows you're going to steal from him. he's good at making you feel better, giving you space if needed. i just feel like he would really take the time to get to know you as well as he can bc if he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, he's gonna make sure you're both as happy with each other as possible :>
#txt soft hours#i wanted to include hard thoughts in this but i just got too mushy lol#sooby dooby 🐰#kitty face 🐱#beomie bear 🧸#terry bear 🐻❄️#pingu 🐧
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any rp wishlist ??
I HAVE A LOT!!!! omg... screams into my hands this is a heck of a question anon- TYSM!! ❤️❤️ i have a wishlist tag too actually- but i don't post much in it because tbh all interactions feed me so well...... i love hakuno dearly you see (live lynn reaction: 🥺🥹😩🫶💗) and she's always interacting with all kinds of interesting muses so tis a guaranteed fun time 🥳 and also like. hakuno as a character is defined as a nobody with nothing so you can expect pretty anything to be a new experience 2 her :,) OK BUT YEA BACK TO UR Q! WHEN IT COMES TO WISHLIST THO HRMGHH that's a tough one..... cuz i have sm!!! so off the top of my head:
this is rlly general but oooo i want hakuno to go to all sorts of places! she is already someone who is so curious, exploring the world to try to find a place in it. spoiler alert she doesn't but i digress! imagine your muse showing her a place they like... or a by-chance encounter where hakuno stumbles on their little secret spot.... hakuno would be pretty inquisitive because she can't imagine having such an attachment to any place, but i think it'd be real interesting to explore! and also- your muse and hakuno going on a trip somewhere... sightseeing and having fun together mayhaps,, the possibilities are endless so i can't really specify but i just think it's neat! 🥺
"i'd die for you" "i'll live for you" "let's live together" "let's die together" <- whatever those lines got going on!!! not all of them at once ofc (unless things happens and they all apply at some point 👁👁✨️) but just whatever genre this is..... life and death are interesting topics to explore with hakuno – she's someone who can understand what it's like to want to disappear, but at the same time she's someone who's afraid of death. and she wants to love so badly but has no reason to </3 so i wanna explore more of that in general !!! i wanna see her interact muses who share that same mindset... muses who think completely differently.... let them explore what their purpose is... their reason to live... and all that!
tragic love is such a Big Need for meee, i'm a sucker for them!!! and i really think it's so perfect for hakuno!!! i hope everyone knows by now that i love the theme of love for my hakuno 🫶 and like- imagine finally understanding and finding love when you thought you never could, only to lose it... unrequited love? a doomed love story? there are so many ways to go about it, and who the other person might be makes it so much more interesting too, and i just crave it!!
hakuno and a muse working together for something- a relationship founded on ??? like, they just happen to meet and their goals just somewhat aligned so they're sticking together for practical reasons or just circumstances!! will they get to know each other better and come out of it with a good experience? will they butt heads but decide to bear with it until their respective goals are accomplished? idk but something about it intrigues me! i'm really interested in having like a whole storyline happen tbh 🥺 it'd be fun to see how much the relationship changes at the end of things y'know!
i'm gonna need more antagonistic dynamics too tbh.... she is absolutely going to be as polite and nice as she is to any other person because c'mon... it's Hakuno. but! i feel like there's a biiig sense of distance that comes with having this sort of dynamic with her. as we have seen in canon for example, hakuno's really frikkin aware of their status as enemies with other character- she's always saying stuff like "even though we're enemies?" and not understanding why'd be nice to her when she's their enemy... stuff like that!! i mean, enemies to friends or enemies to lovers is def not out of the question ((ФωФ)✨️ ...) but it'd be so fun to see the development!! which i guess is the appeal of those dynamics in da first place !
i love character development ofc but i have always been thinking about- how about reverse character development ?! 😳 hakuno is a suuper interesting character to me because- well, it's like a white sheet of paper! it's blank! i feel like there are soo many directions her character could go and i think it'd be so fun to explore! characters who bring out the worst in each other maybe?? enable each others' bad habits?? and oh boy it'd hurt so much on hakuno's part because she wants to be better and is always wanting the best for others so like (: IT COULD BE FUN METHINKS..!
letter writing threads!! i feel like you can tell a lot about a muse by the kind of letter they write 👁👁✨️ having hakuno write down her thoughts and feelings into paper just sounds super interesting to okok- i'd imagine her letters sounding more like very formal reports tbh 💀 but i think it could be so fun and a really neat way to really get the Insight(TM) on da muse!
speaking of the letter writing tho- something related to arts and humanities! drawing? music? writing? sculpting? dance? anything and everything creative pls. hakuno's way of thinking is very logical so i think she struggles with understanding things that don't really have a solid factual answer, but that's also what makes it so interesting! art can really touch people's hearts too and that's the kind of thing hakuno needs desperately 🥹 even if she can't fully understand it right now ! your muse showing hakuno their creations maybe?? bonus points if their works say a lot about them as a person or means a lot of them!
i'm a sucker for childhood friends so i want that for hakuno too 🤧✨️ !! it doesn't have to be friends in specific tho- i just think there's something special about knowing someone when they were younger :thonk: kids tend to be more honest i guess? and i mean hakuno still is, but for better or worse, the hakuno we now know keeps the "bad" parts of herself hidden away while actively trying to be the person other people need – a younger hakuno wouldn't have that mindset yet methinks! BUT YEA BACK TO WHAT I WAS SAYING 😳😳 it's fun to see how that could affect the dynamic especially when they meet later on!
OH AND immortal & mortal is a staple! hakuno could work as both tho... it rlly depends on the verse because her mortality is Weird(TM) actually- but i still think both concepts would be very fun!! >:3c with her as a mortal, it'd be Neat for her to want to be remembered because that's asking for a lot when her entire life is probably like a mere blink in the eyes of an immortal </3 and with her as an immortal, i just like the idea of her finding happiness after possibly years and years of loneliness but also being aware that happiness is very much temporary </3
I FEEL LIKE THESE R MORE DYNAMICS AND THEMES THAN SPECIFIC SCENARIOS BC LIKE i wuv...... and i luv scenarios and situations too ofc but i can't rlly specify bc they're all so neat 2 me.!!! your muse and hakuno could literally just go to mcdonald's and i'd be havin a blast writing it GVSMCBSMDH
#q.#&&. wishlist#<- da tag....... which i'm scared to click on bc i cringe tew hard at myself /lh#but It's There 😱 !#(ALSO YEAH IF U SEE SOME OVERLAP IT'S BC OF HOW I NEGLECT THAT TAG SM SHFKEHF)#BUT AAA AGAIN! THANK U SO MUCH FOR DA ASK NONNIE 🫶💓💗#i'm always down to talk abt h.akuno ! >:3c#AND ALSO TO MUTUALS WHO ARE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE ..... hmu pwease 😳🙏#ALSO- SORRY FOR DA DELAY IN ANSWERING THIS NONNIE 🥹 am snail......#&&. out of#anonymous
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the good kind of 'triggered' :-)
How long do triggers usually last (when they're new)? Are you aware of any you're allowed to use on your own, either for fun, or to remain focused and productive?
Last like, how long till the effects fade after given? Or how long will the trigger "work" for before it's just another word/action?
I'll try to answer the first one first.
It really varies with the trigger. To cite specific examples, we've been playing with a few things, most of which are momentary or short lived. A few are meant to endure longer.
When I try to put it into some kind of consistent framework, I think of it like a mental load. Or to be more metaphorical, like adding weight to a backpack. I can carry a light pack for a pretty long time. Heavier loads get tiring quickly. So it really varies? Things don't exist in a vacuum, and there's a lot of moving parts (At least I think there are. In my experience. Others might have a very different experience)
Some things are pretty light. Some things weigh a lot more. The more complicated they are, the more senses are involved, the more work it takes for my mind to maintain them, ignore contradictions, supply stimulus, the heavier they are, the more tiring they are.
To give a practical, recent example...
Okay so something really weird just happened. And I was going to omit it, or write around it, but I figure no, I should leave it in because it might be the sort of thing people find interesting.
So I started to write "To give a practical, recent example, my writing partner has mentioned how he's been growing my tits" and then I sort of froze... Why did I write that? No he hasn't... Wait has he? And I went back and looked and I couldn't find anything.
So then why did I write that? I was clearly sure about it. But I can't think of any reason WHY I'm sure about it.
So I figure one of two things has happened. One is I'm just making shit up now and not even realizing I'm doing it. And the other is that he DID say something about it, somewhere, and I just can't find it. >_<. Grrr. Anyway. I'm going to just move past it.
*ahem* recent example, my writing partner has been playing around with making me experience having larger breasts. Which, as you might imagine, I'm a big fan of. We've had trouble getting them to "Stick" as it were though.
Basically as long as I stay focused on what we're doing (Or you know, what I'm doing. With them.) they seem to stick around. But as soon as I get too distracted, they are just gone. I don't notice them "leaving" it's more like, "Oooo jiggle jiggle, oh hey I'll do a bit of writing, take out the trash, oh damn, when did I go back to being flat?" and notice that at some point in the last ten minutes, my mind stopped maintaining that illusion.
I figure this is actually a pretty hard one for me to maintain. There's sensations involved, weight shifting, balance, the actual visual of course... Then there's contradictions to ignore, like how I shouldn't be able to sit with a laptop like I am, or sit at the table like I am, or various things. It's a Lot.
Other things seems to last much longer. Simpler things like ideas. A memory, or ignoring a visual queue. Those sorts of things are more momentary. I figure my mind only needs to maintain them for moments here and there, and I'm reminded to do so when they come up.
Other things like say, a trigger to be more aroused *coughs* , is also rather momentary. Sure it persists, but it's sort of self maintaining at a certain point. So there's barely any "work" being done. The processor isn't working very hard, to put it in computing terms.
That said we haven't played with many suggestions that are meant to last, other than the boobs. ... That I can remember =/. From past experiences though, this holds relatively true. Simple things last longer, more complex things break down faster. Like a house of cards. A huge complex castle is very delicate. While a little hut is a bit sturdier.
If you mean how long does a trigger last in the way that the trigger has an impact, but at some point it goes back to just being a word? That is also highly variable. But in this case it's more with reinforcement and repetition.
Though the way I think of it, this is also something like the idea of a mental load. Like each thing I need to remember, even if I'm not really Aware that i need to remember it, is tiring. The more things I need to remember, the more tired I get. It's really exhausting to try to stack on a bunch of things at once. We actually had one of our attempts go fairly poorly because of just that. I ended up having to stop and take a nap because I just, couldn't really process anything anymore.
Buuut, much like once you memorize a phone number or bit of trivia it become automatic, I find that once a trigger, or suggestion has been used repeatedly, and reinforced repeatedly, that it gets... Lighter. At some point maintaining it seems to become automatic. (In fact I have some... Older things that are a struggle to get to Go away! Rather than maintaining them being heavy, they're embedded so deeply that Removing them, or more accurately, suppressing them, becomes work. At this point it becomes more like what I'd think of as conditioning rather than a suggestion.)
So, at the shorter end? Minutes, hours, maybe a day or two. At the longer end... Weeks, Months.. Or if I were to try to pick out a date, I think one is still going and it's been about... Oh five years?
Am I aware of any I'm "Allowed" to use myself...
That question annoys me. But I will ignore that.
Yes and No. I'm not aware of any that I can "Trigger". But there's one or two I could make use of if I wanted to. Buuuut I don't really want to. One of them being the one I mentioned not being able to get rid of.
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Hii could I request going to a water park in modern au with romantic Ei and Lumine and platonic Venti and Scara?? I feel like this would be a fun idea😆 Good day/night!!
Characters: Ei, lumine (romantic), venti and scara (platonic) × gn!reader (+mentions of yae miko)
a/n: oooo this one's a good idea anon! I made it quite short for each character so that it could be easier for me to balance the length. Best use your imagination! I think venti and scara's can be romantic too, but they def acted more like a bestfriend here
word count: atleast 1k or below total, lost venti's count
Lumine
She found this waterpark somewhere online and immediately wanted you to go with her
Super fun to hang out with!! Knows lots of games the both of you can do due to travelling/being very active on the internet
Tries the most interesting (and scary) ones with you. If you're scared of heights then she wont force you, instead you're now her photographer!
Speaking of pictures, she's pretty famous on social media. Most of her posts being adventuring tips or photos from those adventures, so expect her to take lots of photos! She'll share them to aether aswell. Maybe next time she could bring him along and some other friends?
She's glad you persuaded paimon with food so she wouldnt come along. Last time she went to a waterpark, the pixie was screaming in her ears the whole time. Now that it was only you too, she felt quite relaxed. Maybe a bit too relaxed that she started telling flirty jokes to you.. just dont mind her! You'll be alright (maybe)
࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚
Lumine thought of stuff to do, not wanting to bore you "hmmmm... would you perhaps wanna have a swimming race?"
"sigh, im not that good at races. We're probably just gonna splash water everywhere and get tired" you answer
Your lover looked around, and her eyes stopped at the wave pool in the near distance. That gave her an idea
"C'mon." She grabbed your arm and smiled in a smug-ish way.
"Wait what!?"
poor unknowing y/n :,(
Ei
One day you talked about some incident that happened to you in a waterpark as a child
She was curious about "waterpark" so she researched about it, even asked her bestfriend yae miko if she ever experienced something interesting at a waterpark
And you two went off!
Shes not really knowledgeable with pools and slides, so she let you decide where to go. She wanted to know more about the "popular" ones though, trying to figure out why it gets the people's attention
It was surpisingly not bad with her. If you were scared, she would shower you with praises saying you could do it. Would most likely hold your hand if she could while sliding down a waterslide, she always wants right by her huh?
She wouldnt exactly scream or show signs of fear on the ride, but would gasp if you showed any. Therefore, she holds your hand tighter for reassurance
࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚
As you and ei float through the lazy river, she stares at your smile. She's happy that you're enjoying this trip, and wants to see that smile more often. So she initiates a conversation.
"How are you y/n?"
"Great! Lets just relax here ei. after all those waterslides we do need a break, no?"
She nods slightly and thinks. "hmm... We should do this more often. Would you like me to have someone make a pool in the backyard?"
"T-that would be fun but theres no need! A pool is pretty hard to maintain."
"Are you sure? There are many advantages if you have a pool nearby. For example:"
You stop her and sigh "Ei, i love you but its a bit much. This is more than enough for me i swear!"
Venti
Reeeeeaaally chaotic
Tries out everything, i mean everything. If you join him in doing so then even better
splashes water on you like half of the time to the point where you got annoyed and pushed the floatie he was on far enough to bump his head😭
Once you realize what you've done you swim (or walk) to him to see if hes alright.. "dont worry" he says, but is telling the truth since it was fine. no bleeding and stuff
On the topic of floaties, he has quite a lot of them. He brought his favorite ones for today, which includes an anemo slime inspired floatie!
PUSH HIM DOWN THE WATERSLIDE WITHOUT TOO MUCH WARNING. Dont be afraid, lets just say his scream after was indeed laughable
Will attempt to perform on an obstacle and fail.
࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚
Your bestfriend saved this one for last, which is the inflatable obstacles!
But you wonder why in teyvat he tried to sneak his phone on if he didnt even have anything but his hands to carry it. You took it from him last minute, not wanting to trouble the workers with this companion of yours. You know he's gonna make them take crazy pictures in the air and what not.
Welp, venti's plan A ruined. He can still enjoy tho, right? There's one thing he knows what to do which is..
annoying you (◌´ᗜ`◌)
"y/n check this out! Im gonna do a tiktok dance on this floating trampoline!" Venti shouted
"... I dont know this guy anymore" You say as you walk away from him
After, you hear a splash. You thought it was him falling but instead, a small donut floatie came right at you aiming for your head.
Scaramouche
didnt wanna come at first but somehow ended up coming along anyways. Its totally not because he hasnt been to a waterpark with a single friend since its always been in groups! Totally not..
he's so mean </3 constantly taunting you n stuff and mocking you if you're scared like⁉️ He all does it with that one mischievous grin on his face..
Also he stays in the shallow parts bc he's secretly bad at swimming 💀 He knows how but it takes him awhile to get the in hang of floating
OH this shortie has waterguns i know it. Once you use one at him get ready for him to shoot back.
Instead of you pushing him down the waterslide without much warning like venti's, its the opposite with him. Get your revenge! The war has begun ㅇㅁㅇ
Yes. its basically a war between you two during this
saw ei with a pink-haired fox girl and a blonde traveller by a close shop looking for souvenirs while getting ready to go and packed up even faster.. you were confused but brushed it off
࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚
"So why exactly are we in the children's water playground?" Scaramouche asked
You continued walking around the shallow waters, holding him by his wrists so he would stay put "Because i have a surprise! Follow me~"
Once you reached the destination you went back a bit and pulled your phone out
"Say cheese scara.."
"Whats with the tone?-"
Anddd you got a nice picture of him getting water dumped on his stupid head by the water bucket! You're relieved he didnt realize it, especially when children were screaming "Its coming!!!!"
#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#kunikuzushi x reader#venti x reader#raiden x reader#raiden ei x reader#ei x reader#raiden shogun x reader#baal x reader#lumine x reader#genshin alternative universe#genshin modern au#genshin au#genshin hcs#genshin headcanons#🍀▪︎genshin writings
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more randomly generated incorrect quotes, hong kong crew edition!
Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.
May: I choose to waive that right!
May: screaming
Ah Lan: I just learned a way to get stuff on the cheap. Steal it!
Rose, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Rose, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Rose: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
May: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.
Ping, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.
Ah Lan: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?
May: The best person I know is myself.
Shapeshifter: transforms to look like Ah Lan
Ah Lan: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Ah Lan (to May): I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.
Rose: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.
May: I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth
Ah Lan: What is the big deal about borrowing money? I do it all the time! Sometimes, I even pay it back!
Ah Lan: I would do anything for money.
later
Ah Lan, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!
Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-
Rose: No returns.
Demon: sobbing But it's making me sad…
Ping: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.
Rose: While I'm gone, you're in charge May.
May: Yes!
Rose, whispering to Ping: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.
Ah Lan: Obviously.
Rose: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!
Ping: Apparently, we're not.
Rose: speaking Spanish
May: I know, I know.
Ping: You speak Spanish?
May: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Rose speaks.
May and Ah Lan are planning to break in somewhere
May: We need to distract the guards.
Ah Lan: Right.
May: What are we gonna do?
Ah Lan: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.
May:
Ah Lan:
May: Deal.
Rose: It’s time to turn this into a real business.
May: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes?
Ping: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes?
Ah Lan: I handle our accounting.
#murder most unladylike#murdermostunladylike#may wong#rose wong#ah lan#ping#spoonful of murder#the ministry of unladylike activity#theministryofunladylikeactivity#mmu#tmua#mmul
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Can I request some reader defending Sarah from a bully? Thx
OOOO okay okay (this is gonna be a modern au)
Sarah hated her school.
They had just moved so Carlos could take a new medical job,
More money, apparently,
But Sarah couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.
She had been there for a few months now,
Keeping her head down,
Just trying to get through one day at a time.
It didn't seem to work through.
She should've known.
It never worked.
She just wanted the year to be over.
Luckily, she only had a month left.
Then, finals.
Then, freedom.
Everything seemed to have started a few months prior.
It was her second week at the school,
She barely knew anyone,
But knew where was safe to sit in the cafeteria.
Normally, she brought a book,
Or a journal,
Or something to fiddle with.
It took one move for her school career, as she knew it, to be over.
Sarah sat upright,
Closing her book,
Moving her bag to tuck it away.
One of the girls she had class with walking by,
Chatting with her friends,
One of her shoes, snagging on the edge of the bag.
She stumbled,
Her bright red Gatorade splashed over Sarah's whole body.
She was wearing a white sundress.
She knew that was the moment any respect for her died.
Sarah wasn't allowed to go home to change.
She suffered the whole day,
And threw her favourite dress in the trash when she got home.
"Oh, be careful," that girl would always say.
"Watch your step around Soppy Sarah."
Sarah was almost positive her name was Becka.
She tried to not care, therefore she didn't need to know her name.
But Sarah couldn't help it.
She was around her constantly.
Which only made things worse.
Sarah tried to never sit in the cafeteria,
But later, teachers began scolding her for eating on the floor in the hallways.
She had no choice.
She had to go back,
And she was teased every day at lunch for it.
The girls sometimes purposely dropped things on her,
Blaming her for it.
Some even tried to get her to pay for the food they had lost due to her presence.
She never did anything to any of them.
She couldn't wait for summer.
One day, Sarah wandered into the cafeteria,
Sitting in one of the back corners.
"Hey you," some of her nearby classmates commented.
She forgot she was carrying her water bottle.
She scoffed and shoved it under her arm,
Scurrying away.
It took about 5 minutes for Y/N to show up.
"Can I sit here?"
Sarah glanced up and raised a brow.
"If you dare to, I guess."
She had a feeling this was a prank.
Becka setting her up for something.
"If I dare?" Y/N scoffed. "A little overdramatic, don't you think?"
"You're clearly new here."
Y/N nodded. "That obvious, huh?"
"Uh,"
Behind them, the two heard someone clearing their throat,
Trying to get their attention.
"Uh, girl?" A voice asked.
Sarah squinted her eyes closed, immediately recognizing Becka's voice.
She braced herself for the mockery incoming.
"You might not want to sit with her," Becka said.
Y/N scoffed. "Why?"
"She's a little, uh," Becka smiled meekly, "cursed."
Y/N laughed, rolling their eyes and turning back to Sarah.
"Good God, some of these people." They said,
Picking up the sandwich they'd brought for lunch.
Sarah blinked back at them, stunned.
Becka gave a sappy little smile and giggle,
As if it was cute that Y/N didn't know.
"No, hun, she's bad news. You might want to move."
"You guys are bad news," Y/N said, not even turning around.
Becka's jaw dropped.
"Just eat your lunch and keep it pushing," Y/N said,
Taking the first bite of their sandwich.
Becka scoffed, disgusted. "We're trying to help."
"No, you're trying to be bitches." Y/N snapped back,
Finally flipping around again.
This time, Sarah's jaw dropped.
No one had ever spoken up like this before.
Ever.
"Excuse you?" Becka spat out.
"You're just trying to be nasty. Maybe you should go and sit somewhere else."
"You have no right to--"
"Yeah, yeah, go cry about it to a teacher who cares," Y/N said,
Waving their hand passively,
Turning back to Sarah.
"Anyways, what's your name?"
Sarah blinked.
"Uh," she cleared her throat. "Sarah?"
She didn't know why she said it like it was a question.
She was just stunned.
"You are so--"
"Nice to meet you, Sarah," Y/N said,
Cutting Becka off behind them.
"You should tell me about the book you're reading."
Sarah gave a meek smile,
Stunned and heart-warmed,
And slid her book across the table.
"Check it out," she said softly.
She would never forget this day.
Not for a long time.
Maybe summer could wait just a little longer before arriving.
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡
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AAHHHH
Oh hey Buck's exact age :D
AAAHHHHH OH NOOO
Nooo Maddie 😭😭😭😭❤️💔💔
I knew she'd have to find out but <333 💔💔
Ahh so it's medically induced :'((
Naur not a 24 hour critical condition 😭😭
A A A A A A A A A H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H H
THE ALTERNATE REALITY!!! HE SAID IT!!!
A A A H H H H H H!!!
:OOOO IS THAT DANIEL??!!?!???
AAAHHHHHH 😭😭 CHIMNEY DOESN'T KNOW WHO HE ISSSS
HE'S RUNNING OUT OF TIME O.O ರ_ರ
BRO'S BOUTTA PULL A TK 😭😭 WITH THE YK DREAM SYMBOLISM NOT GIVING UP THING
Not just the plain old coma xD
ANYWAY UH OH
AAAHHHHHH STOPPPP THEY ALL LOOK SO WORRIED 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️
I mean as they should but yk xd
HENNN 😭😭💔❤️
HMMM SUSPICIOUS ABSENCE OF EDDIE
THEY'RE SAVING ALL THE BREAKDOWNS/THE BREAKDOWN FOR US WITH NO PROMO 😭😭😭💔❤️
OR imagine the power of not having Eddie be there at all like in the episode at all because he's too distraught and then we see him next episode, be that with Buck awake or not o.o
. . . Eddie's the new, current life. . . Daniel and all of them are the old. . .
AAAAHHHHHHH
Anyway I'm assuming it'll get worse throughout about Buck yk not existing or whatever, since Chim didn't know him, but whether it starts that way or not - less of a "the transplant worked" and more of a "he was never sick"
That's the last of my last thoughts, now it's time for the. . .
REVIEW
I loved this episode!! It was great, and a great return to the show/season :)). I've seen some stuff saying how the cast is/seems really excited for season 6/6B and that makes me extra excited lol! By the way, this will probably be pretty short because I put off (finishing for some, but for this one only till "never sick" before right now lol) all three reviews till Saturday xD. Anyway lol! It's now actually Sunday :)). And I have to do all three. So xd. Anyway for real now lol!
Bobby! Plus May and Athena. I'm glad they're investigating the rehab center (and not getting caught lol). It seems like we're getting somewhere! And Athena and May were hilarious xDD. Anyway, it's kinda 😬 seeing Bobby so focused on it, but I am still glad they're investigating :). Somebody has to ❤️. Anyway, they were great at their jobs (didn't really see any of Athena but she was investigating lol). Bobby especially, since we did see him doing it xD. I love him <3. I do love all three of them, by the way lol <3. I am nervous about next episode for them! They're already dealing with a loss and all the drama surrounding that, and adding Buck onto that? Their unofficial/adopted son?? My poor babeys 😭😭❤️.
Hen! Seeing her with Denny was so cute :DD. I totally forgot about the storyline of him contacting his dad though xD 😬. I'm deeefinitely a bit worried for when Hen and Karen are gonna find out o.o - especially given that he's been hiding it for a W H I L E. Also, Hen was wonderful at her job as always 🥰🥰. I love her :DD. Also, I think Hen will have to be holding it together with Buck :'((. Bc everyone else will be a mess xd. But we better get to see her being a mess too :'DD. Anyway, good luck with baseball, D 🥰.
Chim and Maddie! I'm REALLY glad the Buckleys visiting wasn't too bad xD. I'll talk some about it here and some with Buck, but that argument was 😬😬. Plus Chim's dad showing up was o.o. and I'm pretty sure that's his stepmom? But I don't actually remember lol. Anyway, it was T E N S E but I'm glad it at least worked out okay xd. Like, okay as in just barely fine lol. Okay in the most basic, watery meaning of it lol. Anyway, I'm glad (especially after seeing how nervous she was) that Maddie didn't have any huge problems with her parents :D. Looks like they're finally learning lol. And, of course, Maddie and Chimney were both great at their jobs :)). Also I didn't realize it until I saw somebody say it but IT LOOKS LIKE DOUG IS IN THE PROMO?? LIKE WITH MADDIE???! AAHHHH!!? I'm so excited xD. And scared lol. Plus it'll be rough for them like in the real world :'((. Anyway, I love them both 🥰🥰.
Eddie! We didn't see much of him this episode, but he was great 🥰. I'm ESPECIALLY interested in seeing how he reacts next week :DD >:DD. Y'all I'mma be screaming but I'm also so excited for the angst xDD. But also 😭😭. Like y'all it's the way he screamed for Buck- I can't xd. Anyway lol! He was great at his job :)). Also him playing catch with Hen was so cute 🥰🥰. Especially when the others were working and they were just chillin XDD. But yeah lol, scared and excited for next episode. I love him 🥰❤️❤️.
And finally, Buck :)! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY BOYYYY!!!! 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️. HE BETTER BE OKAY!! I mean I'm sure he will be (or he'll survive at least) but still you never know 😭😭❤️. Anyway, he was amazing this episode :)). Seeing how he was with kids was so adorable 🥰🥰. And he looked so nervous when his parents found out about the donor situation 😭😭. I would say donorship but that doesn't appear to be a word lol. Eh xD. Anyway, that scene was TENSE 😳😳 xd. And also kinda funny with Chim being like uhh??? no??? I don't think we're pregnant?? XDD. Amazing lol. Anyway, the other family scenes were so cute and sweet :')). I'm glad they managed to get everything sorted out <33. And even though his parents don't totally agree, I'm happy that they decided to support him anyway :'). Also, Buck was, obviously, great at his job this episode 🥰🥰. Now. The ending 😭😭😭. A A H H H! I'm not okay xdd. They way he FELL aUGH!! I know I just said it but I'm not okay 😭😭. And that PROMO??? AAHHH. And ik a lot of people figured it was gonna happen (I only found out when I saw people that were like 'we might actually get coma Buck y'all!!!' lol) but AAHHHH COMA ALTERNATE REALITY BUCK!!! Dude it looks so crazy but it's gonna be SO good :DD. It looks like he won't exist or smth?? Idek o.o. But, I'm sure it'll be wild, and amazing :D. And I'll probably scream the whole time xD. But yeah! I love him 🥰🥰❤️.
Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was super fun, and the cases were cool and interesting. The way they all related to the storm? Great!! :D They were really good and it helped lead up to the ending. Of course, everyone was amazing this episode 🥰🥰. And I'm really excited to see them all angsting next week lol! Buck's coma dream juxtaposed with everyone dealing with the coma in real life is going to be AWESOME. And also heartbreaking xD. With this episode as a whole, I'm glad everything worked out, for the most part :). Obviously there were some things opening to ongoing storylines, but I think it was a great half-season premiere :). Just the right amount of wrapped up for an episode lol. The rehab storyline less wrapped up, but that makes sense since it seems like it'll be a more pressing/sooner storyline than the others. And of course, I have to mention again the end of this episode. Y'all 😭😭. Seeing them all go to Buck, trying everything, is just ❤️❤️. They're family, your honor :')). And I love them all so much <33. Anyway, this was a great episode, and I'm REALLY excited for the next one :)).
So yeah! I really loved the episode, I thought it was amazing. I'm nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .
9-1-1, Season 6, Episode 10: In a Flash
It was great!! I'm definitely excited for the next episode, if very scared. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .
9-1-1, Season 6 Episode 11: In Another Life
See you next week!
#9-1-1#911#911 on fox#911onfox#gayfirefightershow#oasis's 9-1-1 chatter#YES LOL#I finally got it done xD#I may post 911ls tomorrow but almost definitely I will post tgd tonight#I didn't like letting these go so far both bc it's just late and also bc I decided not to reblog almost anything so I have a bunch of#drafts lol and ALSO bc it stresses me out still having the responsibility xdd#but I had like no motivation lol#anyway!!!#greeeeeaaat episode :DDDD#/gen#I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰 <3333!!!
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