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yaekiss · 9 months

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zhongli asking for ur help to lay his eggs only to learn they’re unfertlized… fucking him with them inside him to fertilize them… >< 👍

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Zhongli, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Zhongli's anatomy written to have 2 dicks, a pussy, and a womb, mentions of heat, eggs. (thanks blake), lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: I've been thinking about this since u dropped this in my inbox, @uplatterme. also tagging @mahal-kita !! <3 honestly, I didn't really mean for it to become a ramble....... and I feel like this could've been more monsterfucky idk,, I haven't reach the full potential for this one, I'll add in extra thoughts in the tags

You come home one day and you find your poor husband with his draconic features out, his tail and horns proudly on display, along with scales that shimmer faintly in the light littered across his skin, and his talons.

He's coiled up on your sofa, looking downright miserable as his tail flicks back and forth irritably. It's not hard to tell that he's in a foul mood.

"Apologies you have to see me in such a state but it seems that my heat has snuck up on me this time," he may sound sorry however, the way he's eyeing you down is anything but. As if trying to entrance you to take things further.

“I would love for it to be over fast, however, for that to happen, copulation is required.”

The hem of his robe slips down his shoulder, revealing his (unmarked) skin. He's tempting you, the sly dragon, lashes batting at you.

"But you will help me, right, dearest?"

A slash from his claws makes quick work of the sash tying his robes and he sheds the thin fabric, letting you drink in the sight of his heat. His 2 cocks are already hard and weeping, precum drooling from the tips. But what really catches your eye is his glistening cunt, folds so wet and dripping with slick.

Zhongli drags you down, looping his arms around your neck and pressing himself flushed against you, intoxicated by the warmth of your body. He frees your cock and traces a claw against its underside, eager to have it deep in him.

Carefully, he presses his cocks against yours, hissing at the searing heat of the contact. Avoiding the sharp tips of his talons, he wraps his hands around the both of you and frots. Precum beads at the top, dripping down and coating your cock with every roll of Zhongli’s hips. His breath comes out in pants, already losing himself to the mounting pleasure.

“Hah… This feels so good…!” His voice is gravelly, laced with lust as he speeds up his pace, frotting his length against yours harder. But just as he’s about to cum, you yank his hands away, stopping him from reaching his climax. A snarl builds up in his throat at this but it quickly melts into a moan as you slap your tip on his clit.

“Let’s not forget about our main goal, hmm? But first, I want you to beg for it.”

“Please dearest, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need you!” He’s frantically trying to take you into him, jerking up to meet you but whining when your hands move to clamp around the plush flesh of his hips to prevent him from moving.

“Do not tease, please, I need to carry your clutch!” And that’s all you need to hear before you’re sinking into him, bottoming out without any resistance because of how wet he already is.

“Hngk! S-so full!” His head is thrown back as you thrust, paired with how his cocks are trapped between the two of you, bliss floods every nerve in him. Shakily guiding your hand to his womb, he groans out, “Can you- ah! -feel my eggs? You will fill me with y-your cum, pump me full-!?”

His words are cut off with you pressing the heel of your palm on his clit, grinding on the sensitive nub, bringing your poor dragon to completion. He clamps down on your length as he climaxes, the sudden increase in tightness making you cum as well, his walls milking you for all you’re worth.

The veins climbing up his arms glow a molten gold as his two cocks twitch while they splatter his release on your skin. Something slithers and wraps around you, a glance reveals that it's his tail, as if trying to keep you in him for as long as possible. Greedy.

For a moment, there’s a dreamy far off look in his eyes as he pats his tummy, one that soon changes to something more animalistic in nature, hungry for more. His tail wraps tighter around you, helping you reach deeper into him, parts that have him seeing stars behind his eyes.

“Perhaps we need to go for a few more rounds, dearest. I need to make sure it takes, after all ♡”

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 11 months

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Oh hi welcome back ehe

Mayybe would u like to write some fluff for graves?

"Take Me Home"

Hello dear reader, here we go with your request, i hope you'll like it. I quite enjoyed this, my brain worked so good while writing.

Philip Graves x F!Reader

Warnings: tiny bit sad, motorcycle, fluffy af

Summary: Graves shows you how much he cares

He is the most refreshing sight for your tired eyes. His wide grin and glinting eyes is heaven sent, leaning on his all black Harley, a plus helmet patiently waiting for you to out on. His favorite leather jacket hugging his perfect torso, accompanied with all black jeans and shoes. The energy radiating from him is everything you can ask for after your long shift.

Honestly, you didn't really thought about him showing up. You were so busy all day, that you barely had time to reply to his texts with a couple of rushed words. Maybe that's why he's here with open arms, and a bright face, so he can ease you after this goddamn bad day.

You grinned as soon as you saw him, waiting for you, eagerly waiting for you to cross the parking lot so he can have the hug he yearned for all day.

His eyes look you up and down as you stride towards him. you must look like someone who crawled out of hell, haven't looked in the mirror since the morning. Baby hairs has been loose for hours now, flying everywhere, makeup probably nonexistent by now, you can thank your idiot ass for that, wiping your eyes too many times to count. The only savior is your fresh outfit you put on before closing down the cafe.

"Surprise!" His cocky voice music to your ears, a half smile playing on his face, trying to contain his excitement.

As you face him, you see his freshly shaved face, tempted to bury your nose right now into the crook of his neck, already feeling the scent of shower, his body wash and cologne mixing like a potion brewed for your own desire. And you just do that, giving in to the thought, when you do, he let's out an honest laugh, the sound vibrating in your whole body, head to toe.

"Hello to you too." His voice cuts through your ear despite being merely a whisper.

"Oh my lord, you smell so good." You sigh, pushing your face further to his body, trying to get swallowed by his presence. He chuckles, finally snaking his strong arms around your frame. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You can't see his face, but you know this sentence carries so much at once. "Thought i check on my hardworking girl." A small kiss is planted on the crown of your head, lingering a little before pulling back a little.

"Are you okay?" He asks with a tight smile, not wanting to push too much if you aren't in the mood to unpack the happenings of the day.

"M'sorry for being unreachable, i just..." You start to explain, it's important to you that he knows it's just a busy day that held you back from talking to him more.

"C'mon, don't start with that horseshit." He puts his pointing finger in your moving lips, catching you off guard. "I just want to know if i can make this day better for you." He doesn't take it well when you over explain, a bad habit you can't shake off. You know he's not angry, but your brain starts the rambling before you now it. He always wondered why you do it. He's not insecure, he's not thinking you purposefully ignore his calls of texts, he told you numerous times, but you still try to detail the reasons you didn't had time to reply.

"Ohh, you already made it million times better." Just him showing up, offering comfort and love is enough to forget about asshole costumers, liters of spilled coffee and complains about the unsalted scrambled eggs.

You look in his ocean eyes, lost in the blue of his iris, and you don't mind if he sees how smitten you are. Maybe if you wouldn't be so overwhelmed by your own feelings, you would see just how deep he is in too.

His eyes flicker down, just for a second, and without another thought he captures your lips in a sweet lazy kiss. He pushes his chest to yours, pressing his hands on your back to trap you in his embrace. He tastes like menthol, wet and warm against your soft lips, slow and gentle but demanding, always taking the lead. You never complained and you'll never will, you enjoy the way he takes and gives back even more. A sigh escapes his lips when he pulls away, ending the kiss too soon for your liking. You try to chase after his wet lips, but he makes it clear he's not willing to give in. He often gets too flustered in public, while you grow cocky, switching the roles with only a small peck on the lips.

"Ride with me?!" He hands you the extra helmet, the words ending up a mess, between a question and a statement. You take the helmet happily, letting him help to put it on, checking thoroughly that it's on you properly.

He does the same, mounting the beautiful machine with confidence, every movement of his body delicious to your eyes. You probably zoned out, when you snap out of it, he looks back at you, only his eyes visible under the helmet, waiting for you to get on the bike behind him.

"Honey?" He asks, almost confused, seeing you lost in thought. But you don't waste more time, getting on the bike with the help of his body, your hand supporting your weight on his shoulder. A giggle escapes you when you are reminded of the first time with a motorcycle. You were so afraid and awkward, made Philip laugh, teasing you with a lighthearted voice. Now it comes naturally, the process and the steps after steps, and the trust you put in him with your life.

"Where are we going?" You ask, hugging his torso, pressing yourself to his back completely. He replies with the roar of the engine, speeding out of the parking lot making you yelp in surprise. Typical Phil, communicating with actions. While he's more than capable with his words, you heard it a millions of times, but when it comes to you, he usually can't find the right ones to express himself. So he gives kisses, pulls you close, his gaze always telling what's going on behind those pretty eyes.

The ride is cold against your body, the city buildings switching to suburb areas, and finally treelines leading the way. He's focused on the road now, while the city's slower traffic let him have his hand wonder on your leg, or clutched hands over his abdomen, now it's just you who clings into him for dear life. The ride is rather short, maybe half an hour before he pulls up a road to a hiking trail, slowly going up the hill, searching for something.

When he finds a spot for parking, he's killing the engine, turning to you to get off, but your eyes are already on the landscape of the city, sparkling lights of the ascending night, the sun setting behind the buildings.

He stops you before you could walk off, his hands on your helmet.

"Maybe we should get rid of these, don't ya think?" He says, a hint of amusement is his voice. He unclips the helmet agonizingly slow, taking in your face curiously, inhaling the look on you as your eyes wonder between him and the beautiful sight behind him. At this point he might get jealous of the view, because it takes your attention away from him.

He takes off his helmet in seconds, catching your hand in his, keeping you close to his side.

You are in an awe at how the city lights are sparkle like little fires, burning under the orange light of the setting sun. Manmade and natural meeting, creating something wonderful for your eyes.

You walk over the cliff, just an unstable wooden fence protecting you falling over, old and overused benches placed around.

"Stunning. You can see every sparkle of the city from here." You say, eyes glued on the sight, but Graves's attention is on you, and only you. He saw this view too many to count, under a snow blanket, washed over with rain, shaken by thunder, melting in the summer heat. In his memory, every one of his visits seems the same, because he looked at it with his own eyes. But now, he's experiencing it through yours, and it's like seeing the seven wonders of the Earth.

It's a core memory. The woman he love dearly, but so fucking afraid of admitting it, glowing in the golden hour, a satisfied smile on her face. You are close to him, clinging to his arm, your weight heavily leaning on him, in his mind a clear sign of trust. You are standing near a cliff, hand in hand with him, only an aged broken little fence standing between you and the edge of death, and he thinks he'll never find a single soul on this planet who would trust him this much. He's not that kind of person, he can accept it now.

"So what's the occasion?" You ask, snapping him out of his zoned out state, his eyes focusing on your perched up brow, teasing smile on your lips, eager to know why he has brought you along to this spot, having a feeling it's some sort of safe space for him.

"Can't i pamper my favorite girl, hm?" He leaves a peck on your temple, turning his eyes back to the tiny lights dancing around the city.

"Favorite, huh?" You elbow him teasingly, a painful laugh erupting from his body.

"Just enjoy it, will you?"

"I am." You smile at him, his shy wandering eyes jumping between your eyes and lips. He has a guilty look on his face, giving away the whole reason of this little trip. "You leaving, aren't you?"

He's surprised, not expecting you to figure it out so soon. He wanted more time to think about the words, to how he'll be dosing the information of him travelling far away from you for god knows how long. Despite his expectations, you aren't mad. Your smile turns sad, but the love in your eyes never burns out. "Yeah hun."

"When?" Now your whole focus is on him, body turned to face him.

"Tomorrow." Oh that guilty look again. He's asking for forgiveness with one look, lips in a thin line waiting for your reaction. You just hug him, tight with every ounce of your strength put in your arms to press his body to yours.

"I'm sorry i..."

"Shhhhh." You shush him. "It's your job, i knew what i'm getting myself into. I'm just sad you didn't tell me earlier. I could have call in sick and.."

"Nah honey, that's nonsense, You have a life to live, you can't just throw away everything because of me."

"Uh yes i can? If i want to. You are a part of this life you know."

He just sighs, his forehead resting on yours, collecting himself a little, arranging his thoughts, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. You let him, you just stay there, drawing circles on his back reminding him that he's not alone in this.

"I love you." He whispers so softly you think it's just the wind playing with your mind, murmuring cruel things to you. You feel the air freeze, Phil's breath held back in anticipation. You act fast without thinking, now or never. If you heard it wrong, you still can say you said what has been on the tip of your tongue for ages now.

"I love you." He pulls back, so many things flashing in his eyes before locking his lips on yours, capturing you in a heated kiss, teeth clashing tongues battling. It's not subtle and romantic but passionate and demanding, just how he is like. Your body craves the power of his kiss, but you break away just to say one thing.

"Now take me home, Philip."

"Yes m'am"

#philip graves imagine #philip graves x f!reader #philip graves x reader #philip graves fluff #cod x reader

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hockybish · 3 months

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nico and matt making up more?

Nico woke up at some point early in the morning and couldn't fall back asleep. Knowing Matthew had the tea she liked, she got up to make herself a cup. On her way to the kitchen she notice him sleeping on the couch with the TV on.

She snagged the crocheted afghan the had been draped over a chair and threw it on him. She turned off whatever was playing in the background. She turned to face Matt on the couch again.

He looked so peaceful sleeping. She couldn't help herself. Her lips brushed against his cheek. And she swore he was smiling, it could have been something he was dreaming about but she liked to think it was because of her kiss.

The next morning Matt woke up to a burning smell coming from the kitchen. He scrambled to get off the sofa when the smoke alarm started going off.

“What are you doing?” He found Nico trying to cook something on the stove and fail horribly like she always does when she tries to cook. Thank god when she’s at the u she has Mara to cook for her or else she probably wouldn’t eat.

"Making breakfast." Nico had her tongue sticking out slightly. Even though the food was burned at this point she was still very concentrated on salvaging something out of it. Eventually she did get frustrated with it not turning out and ultimately tossed the eggs, instead opting to make a couple of slices of toast. She couldn't mess that up, like she had everything else.

"I'm sorry" She mumbled, she needed to break up the quietness. The silence between them was too tangible. Nico was staring at the table, memorizing the patterns in the wood, while Matt grabbed one of the pieces of toast.

"I know you said that last night." Crunch, Matt bit into the toasted bread.

"I know I did, but it got me thinking maybe you were proposing to lock me down, because of the whole Brock thing last season." She continued rambling off more of an explanation. She needed him to know.

"Can I talk?" Matthew switched the conversation. He had heard all she had said, he understood where she was coming from with her actions. He forgave her already. But did she really understand how much she hurt him?

She nodded giving him her full attention.

"It really hurt Nico. I know you didn't mean it. But just walking out of the restaurant not saying anything? I was confused. It felt like you were walking on me, like maybe you didn't want me anymore and I couldn't figure out why."

"All I was trying to do was tell you how proud I was of you. You set records this year and I couldn't be there for any of it. I wanted to give you something that showed how sorry I was for that. I wanted to make up for it. And you basically threw it back in my face."

"So I figured if you were leaving, I was going to too. I left the necklace with the Carmen to give to you, because I knew you come to your sense about the whole thing. See, I know you, I'm not some stupid hockey player."

"I never said that!" Nico tried to interject.

"I know, but it felt like that. And at one point you did think like that." He knew hoe she used to feel about him. But that was a few years ago, her opinions have obviously changed since then.

"So where do we go from here Matty?" She fiddled with the necklace again. She didn't want to lose him. She couldn't lose him.

"I forgive you and I love you too much to break up with you." He turned his lips up into a small smile. "I don't want to act like this never happened, I just need a little time, okay? You have camp and then it's Paris. Let's keep doing what we're doing and we'll be okay."

She sighed in relief. Nico knew she had a long way to make up for this whole situation. Maybe she could start tonight by taking him out, courtesy of her brother.

#zegras!sister au #nicolette.grace #matthew x nico #I hope this makes sense

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trin-gvf · 2 years

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S.F.K - Morning sex

3.1k words minors DNI

sub!sam x fem!dom

WARNINGS: mommy kink, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), overstmulation, slapping, degradation

this is very smutty hope u enjoy 😙

your face contorted as you felt wet licks to your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows as you soon realized it was rosie coming in to give you morning cuddles.

"awww hi baby! hi ms. rosie! good morning, pretty girl!" you said in your baby voice, petting the dog that was atop of you. she gave you licks and kisses as you laid there, waking up before deciding to walk and try to find your boyfriend.

"alright rosie, cmon girl let's go" you said, letting her outside the sliding glass door you guys had in your shared room. you didnt bother to stay and let her back in, knowing she would come in through the doggy door in the livingroom.

once you shut and locked the door, you looked down at your body, seeing the marks and scratches you had gotten due to the events last night. you looked around, not quite wanting to put clothes on just yet. you decided on a satin robe you had recently bought. it was an emerald green robe with a floral print around the shoulders and down the sides of your body. you tied it up to where you could see the cleavage of your boobs, but your nipples just shy of showing. it didnt do well to cover your ass, about half of it was still out but your could care less.

it covered your pussy in all the right ways, just barely revealing it when you walked. as you finished admiring yourself, you walked down into the kitchen. you smelled the aromas of pancakes, oatmeal, coffee and vegans eggs and sausage.

you sneakily made your way and wrapped your arms around his stomach, kissing his bare back.

"hi sammy" you said as he put his hand on your two hands.

"good morning, my love"

you both swayed to the vinyl playing in the back. it was your favorite song.

"all this for me, sammy?" you questioned, still hugging him from the back.

"i wanted to surprise you" he said, you didnt even need to see his face to know a blush had crept onto it.

"you look good, baby" you whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

"thank you, love" he said

you kissed his back once again, feeling the muscle under it relax as you pressed your lips to it.

"so pretty for me…" you said as you took small nibbles at his skin. it caused goosebumps to spread across the exposed skin. you nibbled up to his shoulders, the spot where his neck met his shoulders and finally his neck. it was a more a mix of wet kisses, your tounge swiping across his sweet, sweet skin and lastly those nibbles that made him fall to his knees for you.

"y-y/n..im cooking breakfast-"

"oh? youre cooking breakfast? too bad." you said as you left his skin cold, walking away. you leaned against the table. giving him a good, great view even of your body through the robe.

"wait y/n- ohh my god" he gasped as he turned towards you.

his eyes sunk into his head, he froze in his spot and nothing but whimpers were coming out of his mouth.

"sammy, baby? whats wrong?" you questioned until you heard a small "drip"

oh. my. god.

he just came in his pants. he actually came in his pants.

"wh-when did you…i- well uh…when did you get that-...that uh robe"

you walked up to him, touching his bare chest.

"its brand new, baby, pretty isnt it?"

you took his hands and let him untie the robe, letting it fall to your sides, exposing your breasts and your now soaked pussy.

"yeah..yeah its really pretty.."

"yeah? you think so? pretty enough to make you cum on the spot?"

you both looked down the very visible wet spot running down his leg and the white sticky liquid that was now on the floor.

"i-i couldnt help it! you look too good."

"tell mommy how pretty she is." you whispered as you nibbled on his ear lobe, kissing down his neck. as he rambled those stupid fucking words to you, you stuck a hand in his pants. his pants were flowy and a pretty floral design on them. you pulled his cock out and got on your knees.

"mommy youre so gorgeous, dont wanna do anything but worship you. could look at you for hours and hours- oh- oh fuck!" he was interrupted with your mouth on his cock.

you teased him by sucking on just the tip of his cock, giving it the softest kitten licks. you finally put the rest of the tip into your mouth, sucking off the cum that was left from what the poor boy had just done.

"you dirty boy. came just at the sight of mommy. what am i going to do with you?"

he went to answer but before you could, he let out a cry. you shoved his cock all the way down your throat and massaged at his balls.

he put a hand into your messy bed hair and tried to move your head, leading you to pull off of him.

"look at you, youre like a whore trying to cum any chance he gets. is my baby a whore?"

he stood stunned for a second before you stood up and pulled his hair.

"i asked you a question, mister. you better answer me."

"yes! yes mommy!"

"whose whore are you?"

"im-im yours!"

being satisfied with the answer, you fell back to your knees.

"i think mommy should get these icky things off her baby." you said, more talking out loud to yourself than him. you pulled his pants off and watched as he stepped out of them.

you kissed his thighs, causing your poor boy's legs to shake.

you put your two hands on his ass and looked up at him.

"gunna be a good boy for mommy?"

he nodded.

"use your words, samuel."

"yes mommy im gunna be so fucking good for you"

you smiled as you licked the underside of his cock, watching it jump as your tongue traveled it. when you got to the tip of it, you gave the top side small kisses. you finally took him into your mouth. you took about half of him yourself, the lower half being pushed into your throat by your hands on his back side.

you watched his mouth fall open as he looked down to watch you swallow his dick. his hair fell perfect around his face, framing it in an almost angelic way.

you pulled away, gasping for air as you stayed on his cock for too long. once you felt you were stable enough, you lowered your mouth onto his cock once again. this time you bobbed your head. every other time you came up, you would find some degrading thing to tell him.

"you sound like a fucking porn star. such a shame only mommy's ears get to hear it."

samuel had a kink for getting caught. he would wish that just once you would be loud enough for his brothers to hear while theyre spending the night. or he would try to pull a move on you in movie theaters, loving the thrill of it all.

when you came up once again, you spoke sinful words towards the boy.

"mommys little slut, your stupid whimpers are pathetic. couldnt even hold yourself together seeing me this morning."

as you placed your lips back down to his cock, bobbing your head, wet noises and gags were heard all through the livingroom.

"mommy please 'm gunna cum!"

you kept going, eye-ing him to give him the permission to cum. you watched sam release his cum down your throat. the man above you didnt know what to do because he felt so good. his arms were shaking and moving positions every other second because he just felt too good.

you pulled off of him, a string or two of spit still connecting between your lips and his cock.

you stood up and gripped the back of his hair, pulling his head closer to yours. you pulled him in for a kiss as he tasted the sweet, sweet cum he had provided you with.

he placed his hands on your hips as you guided both your bodies down the hallway back to the room you just woke up in. sammy sat at the edge of the bed, watching you.

you ever so slowly let the robe fall down your body. you giggled as you watched sams dick jump again.

"aw what, your cock isnt gunna cum for me again? untouched? like a fucking 14 year old?" you watched him try to act like your words didnt go straight to his cock.

you let your hand fall down to your chest, squeezing your nipples. it caused you to moan and arch your back against the wall.

when you opened your eyes back up, you saw sam with his dick in hand.

you walked up to him, smacked his cheek and then his hand.

"did mommy say you could touch yourself?"

"no mommy..no you didnt"

"so why are you fucking doing it?"

"it hurts, i need to cum again mommy." he loved using mommy in every sentence. ot gave him a sense of who he belongs to.

"oh yeah? you need to cum again? watch yourself before you say something you regret, my sweet boy." you gave him and soft slap to his face and took a couple steps back. you pulled a chair over, one you kept in your room for this reason specifically, and sat on it.

"now. youre going to watch mommy make herself feel good and you arent going to do a damn thing about it."

"yes mommy.."

"good boy. so good for mommy."

you took your middle and ring finger of your left hand and licked the pads of them, getting them wet enough to circle your clit. once you felt they were wet enough you looked sammy in the eyes as you began to touch yourself. you used your free hand to touch your tit, you sped up your left hand and started to buck your hips.

"ohh fuck sam, oh baby" you moaned, knowing itd get him going.

as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, your fingers went fast and the hand gripping your tit got tighter. you finally tipped over the edge when through your moans, sams little whimpers hit you like a ton of bricks.

"oh fuckfuckfuck" you moaned, eyes still on sam. you squeezed your thigh together and slowly took your hands off your body.

"youre so pretty mommy.." he said.

you hummed in acknowledgment before going over to him. you took the two fingers that were used to fuck your cunt and placed them in sams mouth.

"see how good i taste." you said, sitting in his lap. you made sure his cock was laying flat against his stomach while you did so. you used your free hand to wrap around his neck and looked down at him through hooded eyelids.

"pretty baby.." you cooed as you watched him suck your fingers clean.

you removed your fingers from his mouth and slowly moved your fingers down his torso, down to his cock once again.

he gasped as your fingers swirled around his precum.

"sam, my sweet boy. guess what mamas gunna do for you?"

"wh-whats mama gunna do?"

"im going milk your pathetic little balls until you have nothing left to give me." you whispered in his ear.

a shiver went down samuels spine as you spoke your words.

"are you going to be a good boy about it?"

"im gunna be a good boy mommy. i promise."

you leaned down and kissed his neck as you rutted your wet pussy against his painfully hard cock.

as you moved your hips, wet sloshes came from the two of you. you both had been so wet for each other like never before.

you rubbed your clit against the head of sams cock, causing you to moan against his neck.

sam helped with the pleasure, moving his hips in a perfect way with yours to get the best angle.

"yes yes yes mommy just like that dont stop im so close!" was all you heard before another spurt of hot liquid was spilt over the two of you. sams body has started shaking, 3 orgasms being a lot so far.

you didnt give him anytime to come down from that high before you lined his cock up with your pussys entrance, pushing him into you. sammy tensed up as you did so.

you slowly sunk down, letting his cock bottom out and stretch you out oh so wonderfully.

you gave him small praises.

"such a big cock. fills me up so good. doesn't it?" he just nodded as you were speaking. it wasnt enough for you and you decided to get the answer you wanted.

"tell me how good you fill me up. i want to hear your whiney voice while i fuck onto you." you demanded as you started grinding onto his cock. he hesitantly brought his hands up to your hips, not sure if he had the permission just yet.

"go ahead baby boy, touch mama. mark me up"

with that, he dug his nails into your hips, his eyes starting to water.

"cmon. i wanna hear it. tell me how good i make you feel." you said, keeping a steady pace.

"f-f-feels so good- oh my- and mommy is- fuck- mommy is so tight around- oh my gosh! so tight around my cock!!" you smiled at how much the poor baby struggled to speak. you watched his eyes as the tears started to spill over his water line.

you wiped the tears as you rode closer to your second orgasm.

"come on baby, make mommy cum. cum on your pretty little cock" you moaned out, getting more aggressive with your movements.

as sam got closer to his next orgasm, he leaned down and bit onto your shoulder.

you felt his hot tears the same second you felt his cock twitch. he came for the god know what time, as you came for your second.

you pulled off of him and ordered him to lay down all the way on the bed. he did just that but laid against the headboard some so he could watch you do whatever you were about to do.

you swiped up the cum that fell from your cunt and sucked it off your finger.

"you taste so good. its almost addicting." you said to him, letting a low laugh slip as you watched him shake and cry under your frame.

"whats your color baby?"

"green" he managed to say.

"oh you poor thing. nothing but a needy whore. look at you, shaking, covered in your own cum and you still want more."

more tears managed to find their way out of his eyes.

you didnt know how on earth his cock was still hard but you werent going to complain, this was possibly the hottest thing youve ever experienced with him.

you stroked his cock a couple times before sitting back on his cock. he yelped when you did so, due to his cock being more sensitive than it ever has been before.

"two more times baby. cum for mommy two more times."

he nodded and grabbed at the sheets as you moved against his cock. you took turns between grinding on it and hopping on it. when you would hop on it, he would watch your tits bounce up and down, almost like a kid in a candy store.

he tried to fuck into you, but you wouldnt let that happen.

"don't you dare. mommy didn't give you permission." you scowled at him as you gave his face a slap.

" 'm-m sorry mommy!" was all he was able to say.

"you fucking better be."

you decided to stick with hopping on his cock, feeling his dick twitch and move on its own once again.

"cum for me, cum with me." you said as you felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. you shook on his cock as you felt hot cum fill you up once again. you watched sam as he came, he was basically sobbing at this point but told you to go on. he begged you to go on.

"mommy please please one more time" he said through choked sobs.

"okay. but youre fucking me. mommy was so kind to fuck you and now its your turn."

you knew he couldn't do it. you knew his body was too sore and fucked out to do it but you wanted to watch him struggle as he tried.

he shakily lifted his hips before letting them fall back down.

"mommy- i-i cant…'m too-too.."

"fucked out?" you completed his sentence for him.

"how funny. just a second ago you were begging mommy to let you fuck her. youre nothing but a dumb puppy in heat. aren't you?"

you hopped off his cock as you went down to finish him off with a handjob.

"if you cant fuck mommy then I'll use my hand." you were fully satisfied, you just wanted to watch him squirm once more before you were done. when you felt the cum drip down your thigh, you took it on your fingers and into your mouth. you climbed back onto him once more, opening his mouth and spitting his cum into it.

"taste how good it is."

he swallowed and moved his head, saying that he wanted a kiss. you gave him what he wanted and gave in to a kiss, one full of passion, heat and lust. your tongues swirled as your hand made it was down to his cock one last time. he sobbed into the kiss and you moved your hand up and down. he barely fucked up into your hand as he was already on the verge of cumming his final time. he was so sensitive just came in less that a minute.

you pulled away from the kiss and watched his cock shoot a blank for the very first

"oh look at that. mommy kept her promise. i milked your cock for everything it had."

he caught his breath as his whole body shook. you wiped the tear stained cheeks he collected through this whole process. as he came down from what just happened, you cleaned him and yourself up. there was an ungodly amount of cum on his stomach and stuffed up into your womb. you even cleaned the bit that fell to the floor in the kitchen.

you wobbled around the kitchen, with the same robe on as earlier and fixed a plate for both of you, heating it up and bringing it into your bedroom.

you kissed his forehead and you watched him eat and drink orange juice.

"my sweet boy."

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #sam kiszka smut #sammy kiszka #mommy k!nk #subby hours #sam kiszka #sammy #sammy kiszka smut #smut

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thesmpisonfire · 1 year

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I hope you don’t mind me writing all of this here! You’re the blog I scroll through the most for QSMP related stuff and I really like how you engage in the content and I don’t have any irl friends who watch it so 😅 but I’ve just seen all of the Missa stuff (which I wish people could engage with media without being freaks like actually leave the CCs alone it’s not hard) but the whole thing has kinda made me wonder if maybe it’s an audience thing country/language wise? I really hope this doesn’t come across as offensive or malicious in any way towards the Spanish speaking community because that’s sincerely not what I’m intending but like 99% of the players who don’t want to log in because of pressure from the audience about the eggs are Spanish speaking creators (Rubius, Spreen and now Missa) and don’t get me wrong EVERY chat in every language can be intense and has had to be “told off” by their CC but it doesn’t seem to have affected the English, French or Brazilian CCs as much as the Spanish. I’m just wondering if maybe Spanish speaking audiences don’t have as much experience with role play stuff so maybe they just are very overly invested in the egg stuff and can’t separate it from the actual CC (also this is coming from someone who genuinely loves the eggs as characters and the stories they bring to the whole thing) idk sorry for babbling but I just wonder if there’s any correlation or anything 🤷🏼‍♀️

Awie nonnie thanks 🥺 also dw dw i love when ppl ramble in my asks :D

Alrighty so. I see you don't have much experience with the Hispanic side of Minecraft twitch, so lemme give u a quick rundown

Actually! Hispanics have a LOT of experience with rp servers, Karmaland is the biggest rp series in Hispanic twt and Vegetta created it! Quackity was in the last season (Karmaland V) and it was an experience that really helped him set down the rules for QSMP and how he'd want to direct it. Other servers such as the one Roier played before the qsmp (sorry i forgot the name) or even squidcraft and minecraft extremo are other examples of it

But i think the difference is that Hispanic mc servers usually have a minimum playing time requirement per week, so the participants usually have to play 3 times per week, as an example. So now, added to the Loud™ part of hispanic watchers that would annoy the streamers, there's also added the new audience from English speakers and, yes, even Brazilians, that probably caused this wave of pressure to be tenfold

Also, about the eggs, i trust the writer's team to get a way out in a way that manages to be a middle ground to everyone, let them cook, yk?

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gavisuntiedboot · 11 months

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i just read the last (sadly) part of just pretend and i just wanna say a big thank you for sharing this story on here. after over 10 years of reading fanfiction i can list like maybe 3 or 4 stories that literally changed my perspective on life and „just pretend“ is one of them. i read many things in life but no story had such an influence on me like this one. the feelings i felt during are hard to describe and i can’t put them into words but it took me into an amazing parallel universe.

the way you write out emotions of the characters and how you describe everything is so amazing, the metaphors used, the comparisons just everything was so unique about this. (also the easter eggs and small details)

thank you for letting me feel the emotions i felt during reading 🤍

love u lots, hugs and thousand kisses on your forehead 🫂🥹

Okay I think me and @jkeey4 are moots and if I’m not mistaken then they are one of my favs on here!!! They’ve been so supportive of the entire series and you should follow them and send them kisses

I can’t believe that someone has just told me I changed their perspective on life with my little ramblings. Like guys you actually don’t understand how shy and overwhelmed I am rn. This series (all ~ 160 pages) would not have been possible without moots like the lovely @jkeey4 (as well as some others like @888bear and @julianalvarez9 ) who have been here since parts 1&2. Please go support their blogs and interact w these amazing people you won’t regret it. I love you all so so so much hugs and forehead kisses all around 🫂🫂🫂💋💋💋

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks #gub just pretend

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shiningwonderland · 8 months

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Cecil Aijima (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Proofreader: Sera (twitter: serayagami) Editors: Melanie (twitter: melabonbon), Plaid (twitter: cecillovemail)

March — A Song for You

February has ended. At night, while gentle flakes of snow swirled, Cecil-san chose our song over his country.

However, they wouldn’t allow it. So, we hid in the recording room under the dorms.

This is the secret base that Ittoki-kun and the others stayed in when Satan was running amok.

The room next to the recording room is normal, so we won’t have any issues leading our everyday lives for a while.

More importantly, we can complete our song if we use the equipment here.

The “Song of Agna” that defeated Satan is still only one verse and a chorus long. We’ll expand it to a full song and Cecil-san will sing it for the graduation audition.

It will be the first time I hear this song in its completion.

Of course, there isn’t a true “completion” of a song. The graduation audition doesn’t make it final.

However, that is the beginning of the end.

Right now, this song is just a chick lying dormant in its egg. It’s waiting for the moment when it will break open its shell and be born.

I won’t let it stay an egg.

Thankfully, the principal is siding with us, so even when the people of Agna Palace come for us, the teachers will turn them back.

They will say that we’ve already fled the school grounds to elope…. I don’t think they’ll find this place, but we’re trying not to leave the recording room as much as we can.

… Which means Cecil-san and I have a lot of time alone together.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka. My sweetheart.

Haruka Nanami: Kya! U-um….

Once I notice arms wrapping around my shoulders, I am kissed on the cheek.

That surprise kiss is bad for my heart. Ba-dump!

Cecil Aijima: Deep in thought…?

Select the phrase!

Thinking about the song…. (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I was thinking that I’ll definitely bring this song to its completion….

Ah, no…. (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I’m just spacing out a little, that’s all.

I had some rambling thoughts but…. It’s not really worth the effort of saying.

Now we just have to keep working hard….

I’m not thinking about anything important…. (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I just thought of how much professional equipment there is and how this is such a good space....

I can’t admit that my heart’s racing because we’re alone together for such a long time….

Cecil Aijima: Yes…. I have also thought of things. Will you listen?

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

Cecil Aijima: I am writing lyrics. I have imbued them with my love for you. However, Japanese is difficult.

Haruka Nanami: Really? But Cecil-san, you’ve become so much better at Japanese in such a short time.

Your hearing must be very good. You grasp pronunciation and intonation so quickly.

Cecil Aijima: Thank you. But, it is not enough. Teach me, Haruka. Teach me how to convey these feelings in words….

Ah, yes, the number of syllables is important when writing lyrics, so it might be a good thing to know different words.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, feel free to ask me anything. I hope I can help.

Cecil Aijima: Okay. Are there any other words that can convey the meaning of the word, “I”?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. Men, for example, might say….

Select the phrase!

“Boku”, formal and masculine (+20 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You have a soft demeanor, so I think “boku” works best for you.

Cecil Aijima: “Boku”.... Okay, I shall try using it. Haruka, please kiss me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Kiss… now?

Ba-dump, ba-dump!

Cecil Aijima: Reflect me in your glistening eyes and carve every scene into them that takes place until the moment our lips touch, as if in slow motion, in your heart….

Then feel me…. I will engrave my existence into you. Deeply…. And it will never fade.

Mm….

Haruka Nanami: … Mm….

The warmth, like an aphrodisiac, flows from his lips into mine and etches the feeling called love deep into my heart.

I feel like Cecil-san’s existence is filling every part of me, from the top of my head down to my toes.

My whole body is being imbued with Cecil-san, but it feels unusually good so I give up all of myself to him.

Cecil Aijima: Mm…. Did you feel me deeply…?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes, I think so, very much so.

Cecil Aijima: Good, I am glad. Then I will fill you with enough of my feelings till your body and heart begin to overflow.

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

Cecil-san continues whispering his love to me while calling himself “boku” for a period of time.

“Ore”, most masculine sounding and informal (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Many of the students in class use “ore”.

Cecil Aijima: “Ore”.... I see… Haruka.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, what is it?

Cecil Aijima: Do… you love me?

BA-DUMP!

Wh-what is this? His impression changes so much just by changing the way he refers to himself.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes. Um…. I love… you.

Aaah…. I can’t seem to look Cecil-san straight in the eye.

Cecil Aijima: I love you… Haruka. Look… look only at me. Only have me in the reflection of your eyes. Love only me, just me….

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and whispers sweetly into my ear. He’s saying the same thing that he usually says, but….

My heart’s racing.

Cecil Aijima: Hehehe. “Ore” is also very interesting.

He releases me and smiles.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…. Yes, it seems so.

Haa, my heart was beating so much.

“Jibun”, Equivalent to saying “me” or “myself”, kind of unusual (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Cecil Aijima: “Me”?

Haruka Nanami: Ahh, for example, you can say things like “I’m so awkward, me!”

Cecil Aijima: Hmm. I find this somewhat difficult.

Cecil Aijima: Then how many words are there for saying “you”?

Select the phrase!

“Kimi”, a little informal (+10 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Ittoki-kun and Ichinose-san seem to use it often. It’s one of the more formal ways of calling someone, comparatively speaking.

The word is often used in song lyrics. “Kimi no tame ni” (For Your Sake), “Kimi ni sasagu” (I Devote This to You), and so on.

“Omae”, very strong (+5 Love, +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Hijirikawa-sama says this word often. The impression of this word is a bit strong.

I think if you were to use “omae”, then using “ore” for yourself is suitable.

“Anta”, kind of rude (+0 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: “Anta” and “kisama” also exist, but these words are both somewhat harsh.

This varies case by case, but if you were to use “you” in lyrics, then using “anata” or “boku” should be safe candidates.

Cecil Aijima: I see…. However, My Princess, that is not enough to convey my feelings for you.

Teach me more…. More words, more romance, and more love….

Haruka Nanami: … Okay. Well, then let me teach you more words that convey feelings….

We kept inside the secret recording room and completed the song with just the two of us.

Sometimes whispering love, and sometimes singing and exploring our feelings for each other.

Our feelings for music… for dreams.

We talk extensively during our short time, about ourselves, our parents, our countries….

Every day is fun and shines brightly. I wish this time would continue forever.

I pray for that. I know that is an unattainable dream. I know that the end will come no matter what.

The day of the graduation audition is now here.

Cecil-san is dressed in his stage outfit.

Cecil Aijima: How… is it?

Select the phrase!

You’re handsome. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I’ve fallen in love with you all over again!

Cecil-san’s cheeks flush bashfully.

It suits you. (+10 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You already look like a professional idol with your appearance. Ah, you jumped onto the stage in Song Station just awhile ago, huh….

I’m sure if you were to debut, you would immediately become famous….

But that dream will never come true….

I’ll think of the graduation audition that is in front of us.

So blinding! (+5 Love, +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Your idol aura is overpowering! You’ll stand out on stage for sure!

Haruka Nanami: I’m excited for your turn.

Cecil Aijima: Yes, But… this is the last….

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

An uncomfortable silence follows.

We have been so happy up till now, but the pressure of our eventual parting weighs down on us.

We’ve prepared ourselves for this, and yet I can’t help but feel deeply lonely.

Cecil-san takes my hand and grips it tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Cecil… san.

Cecil Aijima: I cannot help but wish that I could whisk you away and live together in a faraway foreign country that nobody knows about.

However, I know even if I were to do that, neither of us would be happy. We cannot give up on our dreams.

You… think so too, do you not?

If I were to deny his statement out loud, I wonder if Cecil-san would always stay with me…? But….

Select the phrase!

They are both dear. (+20 Love, +0 Music)

Cecil Aijima: When you say “both”, do you mean that I am also dear to you?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I do....

Cecil Aijima: Thank you, My Princess. My beloved….

Truthfully, I do not want to part with you. I want to put you in a small, hidden box and whisper my love to you for eternity, but….

If I were to do that, you would not be able to sing. You would not be able to create music. I cannot sever you from music.

That is why….

Dreams are precious. (+0 Love, +10 Music)

Cecil Aijima: I could not help but be drawn to the Muse inside of you. You, in turn, are moved by the Muse.

I cannot take music away from you.

Yes. (+0 Love, +5 Music)

Cecil Aijima: You are the holy bringer of music. You are beautiful when you are aiming and working towards your dreams.

Even if we were to be physically apart, we are connected with music.

Even if I were to reform my contract of the soul with the Muse, I only love one person. I will only love you, forevermore….

He hugs me tightly.

Cecil Aijima: This is goodbye, My Princess. However, I will not allow you to be alone. I will leave you a song. A song of love….

I will think of you and sing only for you…. Think of me as this song.

Haruka Nanami: I will.

Mini Game

Our performance is coming up. This is our last practice session.

Once the lesson ends, we go to the auditorium and head to our final performance.

Let’s do our best so we have no regrets….

Ryuya Hyuga: No matter what happens, you only have one chance for the graduation audition. There are no redos.

In order to create the best performance on stage, you must constantly keep practicing where nobody can see you. You must listen, perform, and polish your song again and again.

Perform as if on stage. If you find faults, clean them out and prepare for the last performance. Got it!?

This is the last lesson. Give it your all!

Rank S

Cecil Aijima: I do not want to believe that this is the last…. I shall extol my love for you forevermore. I vow to you that I will never cease. This love, forever….

Haruka Nanami: … Thank you. Do your best on stage.

We hold hands and walk down the path towards the auditorium.

I don’t need words anymore. All I need is the warmth from his hand and the song that he will sing.

Disciple A: I saw him, he’s over there!

Disciple B: I knew he was hiding on school grounds. Ambush him!

Disciple A: Roger!

Cecil Aijima: Disciples of Agna Palace? Not good—if we are caught, I will be brought back to my country. Let us flee!

Haruka Nanami: Right!

We start running, still holding each other’s hands.

Haruka Nanami: Haa, haa, haa… they’re pretty persistent, huh!

Cecil Aijima: They’ll catch up with us at this rate….

Then….

Ringo Tsukimiya: Over here!

The wall of the school building opens and Tsukimiya-sensei gestures at us with his hand to come inside.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Quickly! We can get to the auditorium from here, hurry up!

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

Cecil Aijima: Let us go in.

Ringo-sensei guides us through the hidden path and we make it to the backstage area.

Cecil Aijima: … Haa, haa, haa…. It seems like we made it.

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes….

Cecil Aijima: This really is the end. The beginning of the end…. I will never forget…. You are the only woman I will love for the rest of my life….

The last kiss.

Cecil Aijima: … !!!

Cecil-san gives me a mournful look and hugs me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Cecil...san?

Cecil Aijima: The end… this is the end. Once I let go of your hand, this illusion—this love—will end. I do not want to go… but….

I want to begin your song. I want to tell you my feelings, but… I am scared. I will become alone again….

… Once he returns to his country, he’ll be all alone.

I will, too…. But….

Haruka Nanami: We won’t be alone. Even when we’re apart, our hearts are connected. Song will be what binds us together.

I want to stop him from leaving, but if I do that, Cecil-san will suffer.

This is how things should be.

Cecil Aijima: Haruka. You… are right. I cannot… let your song end here.

Cecil-san makes up his mind and raises his head.

Then….

Cecil Aijima: I will weave our music and my love for you….

Goodbye and thank you. My one and only... soulmate….

He walks forward onto the stage.

Chapter End

#utapri #cecil aijima #cecil repeat

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its-sixxers · 4 years

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Deacon for the ask meme!

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

So fun fact: I didn’t like Deacon much when I first nabbed him as a companion! I have a somewhat short tolerance for whimsy and I initially thought he was just a ‘lol so random’ guy. And then those affinity convos started happening and I learned a little more about him from random npcs and

I made a post about this before, but Deacon’s whole ‘be irreverent and goofy to distract people and keep them happy’ coping mechanism resonates with me hard. I do / have done the same sort of thing - using masks of a different sort.

The mystery around him adds an interesting level of depth and turns Bethesda’s - let’s be charitable here - vague writing into a strength. They sprinkle in a few possibilities and let your imagination run away with the rest.

I feel like he’s a great character to see through the lens of fandom, because there’s very few ways you can have a ‘wrong’ interpretation of him. Every single ship and headcanon out there I can go “you know what I can see that” to. Having a guy that flexible but still having a very clear and concrete character? I love it.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

My ride or die is Sole x Deacon, because there’s nothing better to bond over than dead spouses and being horrifically alone in the world. Also I feel like Deacon’s irreverence is something Sole is in desperate need of - the events that have happened to them are absolutely insane and there’s only two options, really - you laugh or you cry. At the same time, they’re proof that there’s still good in the world and inspiring enough to get Deacon to open up a little and try to be someone again.

Danse x Deacon is another good one. Enemies to lovers is a trope I adore, and also having the two sad boys explore humanity and identity together? Yespls.

I’ve also recently been informed of the X6 x Deacon ship and I’m into it for similar reasons but with the fucked upness turned to 11. Kind of the dark mirror of a Danse x Deacon ship, if that makes sense - but a happy ending where X6 finally breaks free of his conditioning would be real cool.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

BroTP will always be Deacon + Glory. I headcanon them as having a sibling rivalry dynamic going on. They have uh, very different approaches to tackling things and I’m sure they’ve had many arguments over said approaches.

Deacon + Mac, Deacon + Preston, Deacon + Hancock all as honorable mentions. Mac and Hancock being a slightly more hostile BroTP rivalry thing, Preston’s a sweet baby angel and I feel like his idealism works really with with Deacon’s hidden optimism.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Sad Deacon > Fun Deacon. sorry

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Having him comment on your spouse if you take him into the vault would have been nice but I understand the reason for the silence. More insight into the Railroad’s practices with him would have been cool. More ‘undercover’ work also would have been amazing.

Oh yes and of course a romance would’ve been cool and I’m forever sad about that.

my OTP:

Sole x Deacon I am a simple woman.

my cross over ship:

HMMMMMM. I don’t really do cross over ships (outside of a game series) so I’m literally thinking up an answer to this rn. Wait holdup coming back to this a bit later:Atton Rand from KOTOR2.

Same kind of smooth demeanor covering up a very bad past. They’d get along great.

a headcanon fact:

As time goes by I like to lean into the idea that Deacon’s more to blame for his wife’s death than he lets on. Maybe he caused it inadvertently, but I headcanon the situation’s a lot more fucked up and that he won’t ever be able to tell the truth about it.

Question Meme

#ask #thank u for letting me ramble about the egg #i love him so much and can talk about him forever #nukasoda

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slasherwife · 3 years

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S/o pampering the slashers + Vincent , they come home and the s/o prepared a bath and cook them dinner.

Y/n Spoiling Their Slasher

Ooh funn! Sometimes these poor bois need extra love 🥺💞

Thomas:

- He would be a flustered baby from the beginning🥺

- He would feel bad that you’re doing this stuff for him and would feel a bit awkward since he’s so used to being the provider, that he wouldn’t really know how to act 🌼

- He clings to you for guidance, because being so relaxed and spoiled like this feels like a crime to him. And that breaks my heart.

- You end up being the mother hen, coaxing him and cooing at him as he looks up at you as if you're an angel. He'll lower himself into the bath and hold onto your hand, falling into a pit of pure love for you. You are literally his angel and you are GLOWING in his eyes💕

- when you give him a special dinner, he eats it happily and offers to share almost everything with you. It's like he's mostly concerned with what's on your plate instead of his, glancing over and making sure you're enjoying yourself. He can't help it though, it's completely second nature to him 💫💖

He is still hesitant to let himself be comfortable because he has literally never had anything like this ever in his life. He still looks to you for guidance and you tell him that you won't make him do anything he's not comfortable with.

- You both end the night with him clinging to you, buried his face in your stomach with his arms wrapped around your hips. He repeats in his mind that he doesn't deserve an angel like you until he falls asleep, dreaming about you. This boy is lovesick. 💕

Jason

- Jason would just full on melt. He already knew how kind and loving you could be, and honestly isn't too surprised that you would do this. He nevertheless of course, puts his masked-face on your temple in the form of a kiss, and strokes your ear as a thank you💗

- Big boy doesn't waste a minute, he's stripped and ready to dive in. He definitely did NOT expect you to come over there and help him wash. Unsurprisingly he got bashful and looked away as you lovingly scratched his shoulders and unknotted his huge biceps and neck. He ends up going slack in the tub from how good it feels. 😊

- His eyes don't leave you most of the time. He looks away bashfully when you glance at him or smile at him, and his heart is just a fluttery mess at you. When you courteously look away when he steps out of the bath, you direct him to a big meal you made <3

- He has no idea where to start he is a trainwreck at just eating a mf meal. You smile encouragingly at him as he delicately uses his fork (which looks like a toothpick in his hands) and eats like he's at the queen's reception ceremony. He is SO polite. Uses a napkin and everything.

- I canon that he was ALWAYS hungry pre-zombie phase, and could literally eat 5 horses in one sitting (a weird visual but--) he signs to you asking what you were going to eat, and will literally fight with you about you taking his plate if you haven't eaten yet. 💖😤

- hes a babe

Michael

- this bitch. you already know bae.

- He would refuse the bath because he finds it weird that he would bathe in a bath you made him (im confused too dw) He will stand there, his 7 ft tall ass, shaking his head at you no.

- you somehow end up getting in the bath with him because that was the only chance he would take the bath-- with you literally stuck to him as he drags you around like a pool noodle 🥲

- he might initiate funky time but probably not. he just wants to be clean tbh. He spends the entire bath time smelling your hair as he doesn't allow you to move for a good 10 minutes. He strokes your neck though which is nice 💖

- after you guys both leave the bath, he is still carrying you like a purse, but lets you at least put on a towel so you're not sitting naked at the dinner table.

- He's really touchy tonight, and it's mostly because he's filled to the rim with love for you. 💗He expresses it with roughhousing though and handling you like a ragdoll. He does NOT mean to hurt you though and will be gentle if you tell him to cut it out.

- He eats absolutely everything on his plate gratefully, again, doesn't express it in the most civil way, but he appreciates it (surprisingly). He actually might eat from your plate, you can't tell me this 7 ft giant doesn't run on five rotisserie chickens a day.

Bo Sinclair

- I literally didn't even want to write for this dude. He is an asshole. But he's a hot asshole with daddy vibes so here we are 😤💗

- I would never expect Bo to worship you in return for you doing this for him. There are some things he will boast and tease you about being a swoon for him, being obsessed over him and whatnot~~~ But stuff like this is a little too much for that. It almost touches him. Almost💘

- He initially just doesn't know what to say. He loves you, that’s obvious. So he doesn't want to hurt your feelings by saying the wrong thing (which he does ALL THE TIME) so he's going to be uncharacteristically non hyper-verbal

- When you tell him you have a bath running for him upstairs, he'll think you're joking at first. When it becomes obvious that you're not, you lead him to it, and he looks at you when you're not looking and there's a slight of affection in them🌼

- He offers to share the bath with you, with a glint in his eye and that velvety smooth tone of his. This makes you blush furiously and become shy, which eggs him on. It’s completely up to you though, heh, because this will in fact lead to the sex

- afterwards he may drag you over to the bed to sleep~~~ until you tell him you have dinner waiting for him, and he is a fucking s l u t for food after funky time ✨

- now here he definitely teases you. “you’re practically worshipping me, doll. how am I supposed to treat you now?” What we’re you expecting? but internally he’s bursting at the seams and he’s very touched. 💖Probably to the point where he’s uncomfortable and will either be very quiet (he has no idea what to say) or he’ll tease the shit out of you as a coping mechanism.

- he eats like a normal person unlike everyone else here (and maybe Vincent) going on about his day where you listen patiently with a smile on your face ☺️

- Then when in bed, with his back facing you, he’ll very quietly thank you for doing this for him, because Lord knows he needed it. He’s very thankful 💖

Vincent Sinclair

- all signs of responsiveness is cut. I mean, he’s the tiniest bit of smug if I’m raw honest. He was the golden child out of the two when he was younger and even if Bo is top dog in Ambrose, the feeling of deserving more than he does is still there. Which he DOES 😭💖

- He’s in absolutely no way like Bo. Bo is a smug ass who doesn’t listen to anyone (who we stan btw), but he’s still touched to the core.💖 You didn’t need to do this, you wanted to

- he knew he was worthy of being loved. He knew Bo wasn’t going to hold him down forever. he’s felt he needed this for the longest time. He wants to beat Bo; ~~~

- and when the prettiest, sweetest angel is at his feet pampering him, he just knows how jealous Bo is. 💘😭 Anyway SORRY I’m rambling~~ I feel like Vinny would be too scared to go into the bath himself and would have you sit on a stool beside him.

- he’ll be signing to you the entire time he’s in the bath~~ about anything and everything. He’s just so emotionally connected to you, he can’t help but spill his thoughts 🥺

- you both would eat your dinner in his room, probably on his bed as you share ideas about sculpting and life Bring a laptop so y’all can watch Netflix together ✨

- he’d want to make love to you after but that depends on how shy he’s feeling. It would probably be gentle and devoid of much lust, only love🥺💓

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Oh gosh ! Your writing absolutely made my day ! Love how you write both Anisa and Felix ( my beloved <3 ) The characterization is perfect and the way you write *chef kiss*

I don't know if you're taking request right now ( if not : sorry, feel free to ignore me ! ) but I have a bit of a weird one. You see one of my pet peeves in Last Legacy is that our protagonist don't make any reference about the knowledge he acquired from playing the game irl, however the prologue does say that our Barrista is supposed to be fan of the game since a decade ( if I remember correctly ) and as such : I think we should've been able to use that knowledge once inside Astraea. Like our Barrista does say that he remember Escell and Ayanna from the game they played, so we do know stuff. So here my request : how would the M3 react to a MC really knowledgeable about Astraea ? ( like history, politics, languages, lore or hell even very personnal information ? ) ( + If u could add Escell's reaction abour our protag knowing all about his life, that would be very funny ! Only if you feel comfortable writing him )

Sorry for the rambling and I really hope I'm clear. Nonetheless, have a nice day !

Aww thank you 😇 glad I can make your day a little better.

You're completely right! MC seems to have a bit of knowledge in Anisa's route (like knowing it's a cultist temple they're walking into and thinking about how elves/Rivath were always pretty secretive) but it's a shame we don't get more of that. I've played around a bit with that in my personal writing so I'm gonna use a few of those ideas here. Namely; MC exploiting glitches and Easter Eggs

GN!reader

Felix (and a lil bit of Escell)

Let's say that when you played Last Legacy, you did the mage class. And let's say that in Last Legacy, your mentor/partner for the game was Escell.

It starts off innocently enough. You know some things here and there, things that aren't exactly,,, common. Old things, that's what confuses Felix the most. Things from years ago. From back when his father was young, come to think about it.

Felix doesn't really understand it but he doesn't question it much. Not at first. In fact it isn't until Escell calls upon Felix and you two have to head to Porrima - when you navigate not only the streets but the halls of the castle with unprecedented ease - that he starts asking.

It isn't your fault they haven't changed the layout!!

You also seem to know a weird amount about magic despite having never done it yourself. You drag him to the castle's library, creep into the westernmost corner, and tug on a thin silver book. The shelf silently slides to the side to reveal dusty stone steps. It looks like this place hasn't been touched in,, gods, maybe thirty years? You disappear into the dark and return a few moments later with a book of Rare and Complicated Spells.

When Felix asks, you're always incredibly vague about the answers. He already knows that bits and pieces of your worlds fall through to each other sometimes (I maintain the joke the true LL team made about Felix having a Hatsune Miku body pillow is canon). So you read something, heard something, maybe you're just That Good. The point is you have all this information, and it'd be a shame to waste it just because your methods are a little unorthodox, right?

... Felix hates not knowing things. But he also isn't going to push you if you say you'd rather not reveal how you know everything. I think at first it was cause a bit of tension between you two. But then he realizes that you know about Escell's younger days and he's suddenly Not Looking A Gift Horse In The Mouth because ohhoho now you can fuck with Escell!!

You say that Escell used to be pretty hot and Felix is suddenly questioning his decision

No but you're ready to cause a bit of chaos.

You guys have to see Escell for something. He's scrawling a spell circle for whatever and you correct him on a small part, saying that So-and-So said (many years ago) that doing it this way means the caster uses less mana. Of course Escell never really liked So-and-So but is a personal feud really worth taking the less efficient route? The Escell of YesterYear - edgy bastard he was - sure as hell wouldn't agree.

Initially Escell thinks that Ayanna or maybe even Felix told you all of that, but then you start mentioning things no one else has any idea about. Old flings, dumb experiments, costly mistakes. In a lot of ways, the younger Escell was a lot more like Felix than either of them realize. It's a shame what happens when people get older. Isn't that something Escell said to his father one, a long long time ago?

So then Escell just,, kinda kidnaps you. In his defense he thought that you were a spy of LoS or something. So he uses a spell to bind you that only works on cultists.

You kinda just blink at him and leave the room to go get a snack because you're hungy. Does Escell want something? He can't have dairy, right? Or did he finally agree to that dumb allergy spell Ayanna told him about years ago? You're gonna get some cheese slices.

Escell calls a family meeting and casts some Silencing Wards on the room except you remember the glitch to disable them so you just sit outside the door and shout in your opinion. Felix and Scylla (and Florian) find it really fucking funny to see Escell being knocked down a couple pegs.

Escell finally just point-blank asks how you know all this. You're drinking like,, a carton of apple juice and just look up at him. Continue drinking through the straw. Unblinking. Felix is wheezing in the corner a little.

Felix and Escell get into an argument and Escell is like 'WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE-' and you, from the corner, just 'when you were his age you managed to piss off a dragon so bad that it nearly set the entire downtown district on fire my guy'

He slowly turns to glare at you while Felix is snickering

Anisa

What if,, you didn't need Anisa to tell you she was LoS' daughter because you already knew?

I mean in the intro it's established that you recognize Anisa as likely being Ayanna's daughter, and that Ayanna had a secret relationship with LoS, but then in subsequent chapters it seems to be a surprise to you so idk.

But! But, what if you had a way to figure it out?

Let's say that when you played the original game, you were,, a Ranger (since it's mentioned in Anisa's chapter 1 as being someone who can find small clues).

Since LoS has already been shown to take several different forms, it isn't a big stretch to say that he could do the same thing in the first game. And a cool mechanic would be if he could shift forms and infiltrate your party. What if there was an easter egg that only a Ranger could see that could detect his blood? What I'm thinking is; somewhere on the archway of the cultist temple's entrance, there's a small stone that gleams red. So when you and Anisa enter, and she goes in first to check for any signs of danger, you linger outside for a moment. Just enough to see the hidden gem glow red. You look up at it just long enough for the information to sink into your brain, then hop along after her.

When Saaros makes their big reveal at the end - Anisa pale and shaking and looking like she wants to sink into the center of the planet as she presses the heels of her hands against her eyes to try and stop the tears - you just,, blink.

'Oh woooow' you say in an unconvincing monotone. 'I had no ideaaaaaa'

Anisa slowly, slowly lowers her hands. Her pupils are wide and round in terror, but as confusion sets in they're starting to narrow ever so slightly. '.....pardon?' And she just looks so much like a pathetic drowned cat that you can't lie, so you end up pointing out the gem. When Saaros (jokingly) asks if you're sure you aren't a hidden cultist, you just shrug and say you get around a lot.

That's how Anisa knows you know a lot more about Astraea than you're letting on.

When Escell first tells you two about Orion faking her accomplishments,, you believe him. You know about the political system here. Everything is nepotism, everything is bloodlines and families and Houses. As far as you can tell, Orion is a complete stranger with no real ties to anyone before. Even if she was a competent - hells, even extraordinary - Sunstone member, it still doesn't add up. Favoritism and under-the-table political deals always win out. When Anisa doesn't believe Escell, you comfort her,,, but you always give your opinion.

She scowls, brows furrowed. You have no idea how conniving Escell can be.... or do you? You seem to know an awful lot about Porrima's political climate. And cultist temples for that matter. She didn't want to ask about it before because where was so much going on,, but she sees Orion as a mentor, so your in-so-many-words-definitely-an-accusation is making her a little defensive.

You can't exactly tell her about the original game, but you can say that things from Astraea have fallen through to Earth, just like things from Earth have fallen to Astraea. That doesn't really put her at ease because your knowledge is just,, too specific. But that's where things get difficult. On one hand Anisa trusts you, but on the other hand even you have to admit that the situation is weird.

Especially when you off-handedly make a comment about Ayanna's background.

So,, what are you gonna do? Anisa wants answers but what in the seven hells are you supposed to say? She's already so private about her background, with her bloodline and all, that this is just,, a lot for her.

...

What are you going to say?

Sage

Somehow I feel like Sage doesn't really pick up on it. He knows you're smart, and he knows you have an interest in Astraea, so he just chalks it up to your studies. And it's not like he ever really took the time to study history, so most of what you say about the old days he kinda just nods along with. When you make comments about Escell and Ayanna he semi jokingly asks if you hooked up with them or something.

Let's say you were a merc when you played. That means you know about weapons; magic weapons specifically (In fact in Sage's first chapter you even mention that you've never seen a blade like his before, so it's not out of the question). One day you and Sage drop by Tulsi's forge and you get to talking with her about her work. At this point, she already knows about where you're really from, either because you told her or Sage did. As you're infodumping about different types of enchantments - especially those popular roughly three decades ago, she casually asks how you know all of this.

... brain processing... processing... processing...

Sage's ears twitch as he sits up, finally remembering all the weird stuff you know about. When Tulsi puts it like that, it really doesn't seem possible that you got all that info from just studying.

You shrug, toying with a dagger, and explain that sometimes information slips through the universes. And that's a good enough explanation for Sage.

What can he say? He's holding a lot of secrets so it'd be hypocritical to make you share yours. He knows you. He isn't all that worried about it.

Frankly, I think he kind of likes having someone so knowledgeable by his side. You get to handle all the booksmart-y stuff like politics and history and culture and whatever, and he gets to deal with the street stuff. You guys can protect each other like this.

We already know Sage has a puppy crush on Ayanna so if you happen to remember a few fun stories about her, he's all ears. Just don't mention it in front of Anisa.

You give Sage the gossip on young Escell and he immediately tells Felix. Felix is delighted. These two might not get along all the time but their combined thirst for chaos is enough to make them join forces.

Felix has to go to Blackthorn for something. He get the idea to invite Sage, now equipped with old gossip and embarrassing stories, to tag along. Just to make sure that Escell doesn't invite him back any time soon.

You write flashcards.

Felix and Sage get back that night, drunk on Scylla's wine, cackling about how pissed off and flustered Escell got.

As long as you don't know anything too personal about his background that he hasn't already told you, I don't think Sage really cares too much about how you know everything. Although when he's really drunk you might catch him in the tavern bragging about how smart his partner is

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lovetorn · 3 years

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Okay okay so pool day with the world of r!dream! I believe that the pool would be at Karl house because it fits for some reason. Quick reminder these are just my personal small ideas

-Tommy brought water guns and he makes it his solid mission to just attack you and Wilbur. Tubbo and Ranboo also get in on this and it leads to a war of water guns fights and Tommy getting tackled into the water by Wilbur.

-George and Sapnap bully dream about how nervous he gets when looking at you in your swimsuit. They even go as far as to when all four of you are together complimenting you and watching dream react.

-quackity and sapnap both have many times during the day picked you up and tossed you into the water. One time qauckity did it you were able to grab and drag him into the water as well.

-tubbo starts a very chaotic game of Marco Polo where half of the people who were It would throw themselves into the sound of someone voice.

-You, dream, Wilbur, and Tommy all played a game of chicken and it ended with tubbo and ranboo helping you take down Wilbur and Tommy.

-Karl and quackity would at random attack you with water in the pool.

-You, Niki, jack, and Wilbur would play pool volleyball together and it quickly gets competitive and you at some point would try to hit jack in the face with the volleyball.

-Karl is in charge of the music but will queue songs if someone has a request.

-When you take breaks out of the pool niki will join you and the two of you will sit and gossip about random things.

-George would probably bring water balloons and attack Dream and sapnap with them at the most random time leading to a water balloon fight.

-in the end you and dream will get in the car to head home and he would surprise you with a stop at a ice cream shop. Getting you both ice cream he would park in a empty parking lot and let the two of you enjoy the sun setting with the music comping from the car as you both sit on the trunk looking at the sky. -🍀

omgyes! i'm expanding on your ideas under the cut :) <3

firstly, shirtless dream in the pool? you're gone, bye bye y/n.

karl would be the only one with a house (and a pool) (as everyone else lives in the college apartments) and it comes in handy more often than not.

tommy would 100% bring water guns for himself, ranboo and tubbo, and not the pissy little dollar store ones, like the ones you get from a toy shop and they're so over the top HA. and everyone would curse because omg wilbur why did you have to bring your younger brother?? but it's not that serious, because without him and tubbo and ranboo, it would be pretty calm and we don't do calm.

lmao yes sapnap and george (& sometimes wilbur :o) would totally compliment you and dream would be in his own personal hell because he can't tell anyone to quit it because it's not his place :) (which leads to the boys bullying him because of that exact reason >:))

quackity!!! dragging him in the pool with you after he's pushed/thrown you in like 5 times in the past hour makes me laugh ahahahahah he would bob to the surface, his wet hair covering his face and would just cackle.

marco polo!! yes, love that game. it would be so chaotic because there would be so many injuries from people cheating outside of the pool (cough sapnap) and like you said, throwing themselves at the sound of a voice (ending up with a few eggs on heads from knocking into the side of the pool). there would need to be a few ice packs on hand after a game of marco polo.

when you asked dream to be your chicken partner, mans short circuits. he really locks up because omg your thighs on his shoulders? 😳i don't mean to make it dirty, but he's really struggling here. winning against everyone you play because dream is so competitive that he has to win.

karl and q would continually splash you in the pool, even after you said you just want to float and relax. nOPE. they are so annoying and you actually get pissed off because omg just leave me alone for 5 minutes. but then they act all sad (you know how they are) and you have to forgive them to stop them from moping around. dickheads. but you love them <3

hitting jack in the face with the volleyball would cause so much chaos AHAHAHAAH you and niki would be dying of laughter and wilbur would try his darndest not to, but he can't help it.

karl is the music man. he has his giant speaker set up and he's playing dj (sapnap tries to take over, but everyone complains, so he doesn't).

gossiping with niki! omg i love. she asks you about you and dream and you go all quiet and heat rises to your cheeks when you make eye contact with him on the other side of the pool and he has this cute boyish smile on his lips at that exact moment and nothing could've gone better for niki. she continues to tease you even after the pool day because once you started rambling about him to her, she can tell how much you like him.

george secretly packed some water balloons and asked you to help him with something inside quickly. you knew the plan all along. so, once you had filled like 50, you and george race outside with them all in your arms and start attacking dream and sapnap, who now lay on their towels in the sun. the plan is so great and you and george definitely don't shut up about it for weeks.

dream had been asking karl all day if he had any ice cream (even though every time he asked, karl said no). so, on the way home, dream pulls into a car park on the side of the road and you're confused because wtf? then you see the sign for the ice cream shop and it all makes sense. he gets 4 scoops of vanilla 😐anyways 😐then he drives to the other side of the carpark, where there are no cars, and opens his door and gets out. he pops the trunk and sits in it, all while you're still in the passenger's seat. some playlist plays loudly and then you get the gist and follow him, scooting in next to him in the trunk. and as the sun sets, pinks and purples paint the sky and the sun dips just below the horizon and its perfect.

🍀 ily like i literally love u hahah thank u

#roommate!dream #dreamwastaken x reader #🍀 anon #ann asks #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #roommate!dream au #dream smp au

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mrsmount16 · 3 years

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Hey I was wondering if you could write a MM imagine where him and the reader have only gone on a couple of dates then when the announcement of the first lockdown is made he asks the reader to isolate with him? Then I was thinking while they’re isolating they’re experiencing a few Firsts with each other (e.g., cooking together, sharing a bed, movie nights, cuddles and kisses etc).

I didn't know how to write this without being super long and boring so I was going to section it off but hopefully it still gives off the same energy then a normal write lmao, also thank you for the request and this is such a good idea 😩. I didn't really know what other firsts to do😕 I haven’t proof read this either, so it could make no sense at all and probably have spelling mistakes but pls just power through it 🤞🏼

Warning: None.

Lockdown was being announced and everyone was panicking, the news emphasised on the amount of food people were buying and how there was no loo roll left but also about how relationships weren't going to work out due to being locked in the houses for all this time without seeing your significant other or because you was seeing them too much.

You had only been on a couple of dates with Mason, but you both knew that you wanted to pursue something more personal and deep and not just mess around for the fun of it. Thats why when he asked you to isolate with him you didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the news told you otherwise of how to feel you simply ignored and couldn't wait to spend as much time with him as possible, building up a true connection between you both and making your bond stronger.

Cuddling and kisses and sharing a bed.

You arrived earlier in the day and had already taken your things to the spare bedroom and now sat on his couch, him on the opposite side. You guys hadn't stopped talking throughout the whole movie that played and eventually when it ended you insisted that you bought a takeaway for the both of you.

He agreed and when the pizza arrived you both sat at the table and had a slice, talking endlessly about random things like 'why colours are named what they are' and 'how were humans created'. After about an hour, it was dark out and just turned 9pm.

"I'm gonna get comfy and ready for bed."

"Yeah, I'll meet you up there in a few." He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbing the box and walking off outside.

It was pretty cold out so you pulled on a hoodie and joggers, and you removed your makeup and cleaned your face and teeth and sat on the bed in the free room on your phone.

He knocked on the door and peaked his head through the door frame at about 10.

"You coming?" He gestures to his room.

"Oh yeah, hold up." You smile watching him leave.

He lay on the bed on his phone, lighting up when he saw you enter.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to." He stated, watching as you climbed into bed next to him.

"No, I want to." You snuggled up next to him, resting your head on the pillow.

"I want you to, too." He put an arm around your waist and finally rested down after turning the light off on the bedside table.

You were both submerged in complete darkness, a tranquil atmosphere surrounded you both, the duvet lazily spread across you and your faces faced each other. His eyes were closed, but you lightly leaned in and pecked his lips causing him to open his eyes.

"Goodnight." You said, looking up at him.

"Goodnight pretty." He smiled, kissing you again lightly and resting his head.

You fell asleep in his arms, totally engulfed with his care and serenity, it rubbed off onto you. This was the best sleep you ever had in ages, and you wanted to do it a lot more.

Cooking.

"Hey! Thats not where the flour goes." You retaliated at Mason putting the flour on your nose, a sneeze followed shortly after.

"Oh, my bad." He giggled, sticking the rest of the flour in the bowl.

"These are going to be the best cupcakes you have ever baked."You said, mixing all the ingredients with all the strength you had.

"Yeah? I reckon by myself I could cook some pretty good cupcakes. With no help of Course." He leaned against the counter, his apron said 'world best chef' and he was covered in all ingredients that you didn't even know had to be in the cupcakes.

"Well, we will see about that once you taste my cakes." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at him and wiping a little bit of frosting on his cheek. "Got u back." You giggled.

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him so your front's were together.

"You look amazing cooking.." He cheekily smiled.

"Not too bad yourself." You kissed him, he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up your back, until you felt a hard crack on your head and then an ooze of a liquid go down your back, mason was laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach and near enough rolling on the floor.

"Mason!" You shouted, shocked and holding your head, "Did you just egg me?" You laughed, grabbing the egg that was on you and smearing it all over him.

"Two can play that game!" You giggled, grabbing flower and eggs.

Fight and makeup.

"No, I just don't particularly like her. You told me about what she did, she's a bad influence." He argued back.

"Oh, so she's a bad influence? So you think I would do something like that?" You scoffed. Your friend invited you to go on a walk around the park, and you told Mason but when he heard your friends name he instantly scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no care about it and sighed, telling you to just 'do what you wanna, your choice at the end of the day.'. You asked why he was being so moody and he replied that he doesn't like her, and you understood why but because he didn't like her didn't mean that you couldn't hang with her. You did tell him that she did cheat on her boyfriend and you completely disagreed with her actions too but now he was saying she was a 'bad influence' like you was going to be influenced by what she did and start following her actions like you was a child.

"Its only for a catch up Mase, I haven't seen her in like 3 weeks. I haven't been at work remember and ive been locked up here."

"Yes, but anyone but her. We could go. I't doesn't matter, just go. Ill see you when you get back." And then he stormed off up to his gaming room, releasing all his stress on his games.

After about 40 minutes, you realised he was right, it wasn't just the cheating but she just overall was a bad person and you shouldn't have been encouraging such gossip with her.

You entered his room and put your hands on his shoulders, he looked back at you and then carried on his game like you wasn't even there.

"I'm sorry Mase, you was right. I can surround myself with much better people, and I will."

He turned his chair around so he was facing you and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his lap.

"It's okay, and ill go on that walk with you. Let me just finish this game." He said, smiling lightly and giving you a kiss which you returned.

Go-to support.

It was about 2 months into lockdown and your work had been piling up. You was stressed and so not motivated to do anything, even getting up out of bed was hard.

This day was particularly a struggle. You had to finish a presentation and only had today to do it, so you panicked and speeded it, finishing it as quick as ou could without caring about the outcome and just sending it off.

You sat at the kitchen table with your face in your hands, thinking about all the possibilities, will you lose your job? Will you get demoted? You just couldn't stop your mind from wandering.

"Are you okay babe?" You heard Masons voice from behind you and felt a hand on your back soothing you.

You couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down, whimpering and wiping your eyes.

"Mason I need a break from work, its so stressful and I think with the work I just did I'm going to lose my job and im just not motivated to do anything and I-" you rambled on, until he cut you off.

"Hey, hey calm down," He crouched down and placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's happening to everyone now, im sure if we ask your work to give you some time for your mental health im sure they would let you." he smiled reassuringly.

"We?" You sniffed.

"Yeah, we. We're gonna get through this together. Now, it's always we." He stood up and hugged you tight.

Love and a movie night.

It's been about a 5 months now, and you and Mason had been going strong.

Mason insisted that you watch a movie tonight, sit down with some popcorn and snuggle up together. Of course you said yes.

About halfway in the movie, a conversation popped up about 'what would you do if you was a worm?' and you couldn't stop laughing, at both of your responses.

"Yeah, but I would definitely still love you if you was a worm." He joked, laughing with you.

You stopped almost instantly, looking over at him.

"What?" He looked over, confused.

"Did you just say that you love me?" You questioned, sitting up.

"You didn't hear? I love you." He smiled, chuckling.

you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth. He reached out and grabbed your face.

"I love you." He repeated, just for you to realise what he did, so you could know that it was real, to process the words.

"I love you." You stated, grinning from ear to ear.

#chelsea #chelsea football club #england squad #football #footballer #mase mount #champions league #chelsea fc #england #footballers #mason mount x og #mason mount x reader #mm21 #mason mount imagine #mason mount #euros 21 #euro 21 #euros 2020 #uefa euro 2020

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catsi · 2 years

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im in love with miffy 😭please tell me more about her if you can? whats going on in her current journey in the campaign, is there any detail you can give? also info about the campaign in general, the npcs you've drawn make me so interested!! sorry this is a lot but aaaa

!!!! 🥺❤ THANK U SO MUCH u are so so sweet… no need to apologize, i love to talk about her hhehe i would be happy to ramble more!! let me see how many sketches i have laying around that i can throw in here to buffer this wall of text a bit

the group recently finished up a heist! the owner of the biggest casino in the on the continent was housing a fountain of lightning aether that the group needed to harness for plot reasons. just as the group reached the fountain though, the casino owner used that aether to become a Primal born of Avarice

^ (messy! unfinished! don't judge me! this was the last stage of a concept mockup i was doing for the fight hdfsfjfdh)

after whooping his ass and stealing the important valuables from his office such as a Flamberge Egg (Faberge Egg that turns into a Flamberge sword)

the group headed south towards Keelhaul Cove, a haven for pirates!! notably, one night while sitting watch, Miffy became aware of the shadow of a spider crawling up her arm (no spider, just the shadow of one)

it ended up being a Voidsent named Todash, who informed her that they had previously made a pact when she tossed a bag of sand into a Voidgate. he then offered her another pact to consider: if Miffy should accept, she would be provided with inconceivable power, and secrets of the Void unknown to any mortal would be made hers. it is generally considered an Extremely Bad Idea to make a deal with a Voidsent. that's usually how you end up a thrall for a thousand years. none of that matters to Miffy. she was sold at "knowledge of the Void unknown to anyone else". she loves knowing shit no one else knows.

Todash told her to consider it for now, and to call on him when her time of need was great. then he snuck into the shadow of the spider in her Spider Ring she won from a carnival. no one else saw this exchange. Miffy is still unsure whether that encounter was a dream or not.

in our most recent session, the group participated in a tournament against other pirate crews in Keelhaul, and won! that means they'll be given a ship, and they'll split a fortune with the team they allied with.

the victory also comes with the responsibility of killing the Beast of Belshaw Strait. almost no one who's seen the Beast of Belshaw has lived, so accounts of it are inconsistent - it flies and rains hell upon enemies, it swims and swallows all it sees, it crawls on land and casts magic, etc - so they have no idea what to expect. >:3c i'm VERY excited!!

also at the end of the tournament they reunited with a friend who vanished 18 sessions ago!

since the last time we saw her, we learned that she's the evil pope's daughter, so we have a lot of catching up to do 😳

#thank u again for asking ur SO NICE i LOVE TALKING ABT MIFFY AND THIS CAMPAIGN!!!#catsi sketches #ffxiv #d&d 5e #miffy #purpetua #cardamum #anka #miffy asks

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yoimix · 3 years

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haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.)

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !!

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck.

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is.

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort.

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.)

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart.

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win.

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #sugawara x reader #hinata x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #atsumu #osamu #bokuto #sugawara #hinata #rosemi.hcs #kind of all over the place but it's about the vibes thank you #feel free to correct any typos i made im about to pass out gn ;-;

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plant-flwrs · 3 years

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hii! can i request a fred weasley x reader where they're like in their 4th or 5th year and in a secret relationship? like kind of having to sneak around and stuff like that and thinking people don't notice but theymre really obvious? thank u!!

the map’s findings // fred weasley

masterlist!

a/n: did i insinuate lee x george in this? yes, yes i did. no shame. also, i really like the way this fic turned out. i hope u guys do too :D

summary: Harry and Ron think they’ve discovered a secret relationship between you and Fred. Little do they know, they’ve just been clueless to the obvious romance all around them.

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“Mate,” Harry’s voice was muffled from where his head was tucked under his thick blanket, but Ron turned to him anyways. Ron watched Harry’s black, unruly hair spill from under the covers, followed by the light at the tip of his wand and a folded piece of paper.

“Hm?” Ron hummed, expecting Harry to have woken him from his light sleep because of another nightmare he had about spiders. Ron didn’t remember these nightmares, but Harry told him all about his sleep talking in the morning.

“Come look at this.”

Ron wanted to protest the wakeup call, but his eyes focused in the dark and he realized the paper in Harry’s hands was the map. The map. Ron always woke up for the map.

Ron stumbled from under his covers, his feet landing loudly on the ground. Harry widened his eyes, flicking them to Neville and Seamus, both of them still asleep. Ron tread over more carefully, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes.

“What is it?” he whispered, pulling the curtains closed on Harry’s four poster and sitting on the bed by Harry’s knees.

Harry thrusted the map into Ron’s arms, the tip of his wand, still illuminated, showing him where to look.

Ron’s eyes followed, and his face was turned into a grimace of disgust before he could help it.

“No,” he mumbled, holding the map tighter in his pale and freckled hands and bringing it closer to his face, knocking Harry’s wand away by accident.

“Do you think-” Harry cut himself off, his lips pulled in a sympathetic but worried thin line, his eyes opened in shock beneath his glasses.

“It can’t be,” Ron gasped out in the way Ron gasps when he doesn’t know the answer to something.

“I dunno, mate,” Harry said wistfully, leaning his back against the headboard behind him.

“I’m going to ask George about it tomorrow,” Ron said, standing with dedication but tossing the map back to Harry with hesitation.

On his way back to his bed, Harry heard Ron mumble, “For Merlin’s sake,” and flop into his bed with a new sense of exhaustion.

The next morning, Ron was pleased to wake with no memory of any spider nightmares, and Harry didn’t have the look on his face he usually did when he was about to regale Neville and Seamus with Ron’s asleep ramblings. Harry, however, had a different look on his face. Something mixed with apprehension and excitement.

“Ready?” Harry asked from the doorway, watching as Ron was neglecting to tuck in his shirt tales and tighten his tie, granted to lose Gryffindor some house points if Snape saw his uniform so out of order. Harry decided to leave it to either Hermione or Snape, whichever got to Ron first.

Ron mumbled something in response, swinging his bag over his shoulder and following Harry down the stairs.

“Still going to ask him?” Harry said, slipping past Ron as he held open the portrait for him.

“Who?” Ron said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light let into the hallway by the tall, arching windows.

“George,” Harry said, eyeing Ron as he walked beside him.

“What do I have to ask George?” Ron said, hopping over the trick step in the stairs and pausing as Harry did too.

“You don’t remember last night? The map?” Harry turned at the sound of his name, and Ron racked his brain as they waited for Hermione to come down the stairs.

Ron’s eyes lit up when Hermione reached the last step, causing her cheeks to flush. Ron punched Harry’s shoulder.

“Yes! Bloody hell, thanks for reminding me!” Ron started to the Great Hall, not casting Hermione or Harry a second glance to make sure they followed.

“Ron!” Hermione called, shifting her overflowing bag on her shoulder, “Fix your uniform!”

Ron continued to walk ahead of his friends, going to the Gryffindor table while his hands worked away at his uniform.

“What’s got him in such a rush?” Hermione huffed, tightening the hair tie in her hair as she walked with Harry a few paces behind Ron.

“We saw something on the map last night,” Harry mumbled, craning his neck to see over everyone and making sure he didn’t lose sight of the ginger tuft of hair he was following.

Hermione rolled her eyes, refusing to give into the rumors Harry and Ron would be creating today based on something they thought they saw on an enchanted map-- a map they had no idea it’s origin, or it’s creators, or it’s purposes.

George was where he usually was, right beside Lee and Fred as the three of them stuffed their faces with eggs and bacon and toast. His eyes flickered to Ron when he approached, then he sat up straighter when Harry slid next to Ron.

“Boys,” he mumbled, his mouth full of eggs. Next to him, Lee looked up and quirked an eyebrow. Fred was still busy stuffing bacon in his mouth, just about to wipe his greasy fingers on his school sweater.

“George,” Ron said, his voice overly curious and polite in an attempt to hide the information he was holding, “could Harry and I speak to you?”

George’s eyes shifted between Harry and Ron, as if trying to read their minds and determine if this was worth cutting his breakfast short for. He looked down at his nearly empty plate and decided it was.

“Sure,” George stood, wiping his hands on a napkin, and slung his bag onto his shoulder.

“Where ya going?” Fred asked, looking up at George as he stood behind him.

“Ron and Harry want to talk to me, I’ll see you in Minnie’s class.”

Fred chuckled, seeming satisfied with his brother’s response and paid no more attention to it. Harry watched him as they walked back out of the hall, noticing him leaning over to say something into your ear. You flushed, hitting Fred’s shoulder jokingly, and turned back to your friends, ignoring Fred’s burning gaze on the back of your head. Harry turned away, feeling more confident in deciding to skip breakfast for this conversation.

Along the way, Ron slotted himself in an empty part of the table, picking up a stack of toast and eating it as he walked along the aisle.

“Alright,” George said, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets and rocking on his heels, “what’s up?”

“The map-” Harry started, but George stopped him, alarm in his eyes.

“Is something wrong with it?” George asked, lowering his voice and stepping closer to Harry, “What happened?”

“No,” Ron said, stepping closer to George and Harry as he finished off his last piece of toast, “No, we saw something on it.”

George relaxed and leaned away, propping himself against the stone wall in the hallway.

“That’s to be expected,” he said, smirking.

“Yes, we know,” Harry answered, avoiding Ron’s annoyed huff.

“We saw something in your dorm last night,” Ron said, his tone harsh and hurried.

George didn’t answer, only narrowed his eyes and waited for the younger boys to continue.

“Y/n was in your dorm last night,” Harry said slowly, then glanced at Ron, who nodded him on, “in Fred’s four poster.”

George let out a surprised laugh that echoed in the hallway like a cackle. Harry adjusted his glasses awkwardly and Ron shifted his weight between his feet as they waited for George to calm down.

“He’s such an idiot!” George managed in his laughter, bringing his hand to his face to either smother the sound or wipe his tears, “I knew it was only a matter of time!”

Harry glanced at Ron, both of them holding a look of curiosity and slight worry in their brows. The boys had thought they had unearthed a scandalous secret, and in Harry’s secret wishes, he had drifted off to sleep imagining a scenario in which George would be so pleased with Harry and Ron for telling him that he’d enlist them to help him prank Fred. Harry saw that secret wish drifting out of his grasp as George’s laughter failed to subside.

“George!” Ron finally groaned, stomping his foot a little.

“You two,” George said with an admiring tone before he swiped a hand over his now pink face.

George was too overcome with laughter to pay any mind to the boys, so he simply walked back into the hall, pleased to see food was still being served. He had worked up quite the appetite with all that laughing.

“What’d they want?” Lee asked as George slipped beside him.

“Tell ya later,” George managed before suffocating his laughter with a forkful of eggs.

Fred had paid his twin no mind, once again, his gaze still on you. You had been hiding your face from him since George had left, giggling with your friends in an attempt to avoid Fred’s knowing and painfully flirtatious gaze.

On their way to Transfiguration, Lee walked beside George. Fred trailed behind his friend and brother, walking on the outskirts of the herd of girls you traveled in.

George lowered his head, his mouth close to Lee’s ear so they could talk in a more private way.

“Ron and Harry told me something quite interesting,” George said mysteriously, his eyes trained on Lee’s face.

“What?” Lee said, enthused at the idea of a secret.

“Harry said he saw Y/n in our dorm last night, on the map, in Fred’s bed.”

Lee’s reaction was very much similar to George’s when Harry and Ron told him. It gathered Fred’s attention, and he jogged a bit to catch up with the two, leaving your group behind.

“What’s so funny, mate?” Fred slung his arm around Lee’s slightly shorter shoulders, jostling him as he laughed.

“Told him about your prank idea,” George lied easily, “I reckon he likes it.”

Lee nodded at Fred, who smiled smugly. The rest of the short walk to class was spent with Lee falling into fits of giggles every time George looked at him.

The common room fire crackled loudly, but could not be heard over the bustle of students. With classes let out and the weather outside being dreadful, everyone went to their respective common rooms for the evening.

George and Lee were spread out on the couch, their legs entangled in the middle with each of their heads perched on the armrests at opposite ends. Lee flipped through a Quidditch magazine while George flipped through the new Zonko's catalogue. Both of them were aware of Fred’s absence.

Harry and Ron came through the portrait hole. Ron was squeezing out his drenched bag, tracking a trail of mud into the room as Harry undid his soggy tie from around his equally soggy shirt collar.

“I told you-” Hermione said as she came in behind them, seeming to be completely dry.

“Yes, ‘Mione, we know,” Harry cut her off, digging through his bag for his wand.

Hermione cast a cleaning charm at Ron’s feet, then at the rug he had dirited. The drying spell came from her wand just as easily, leaving Harry and Ron with frizzy hair and dry clothes.

Ron fell onto the floor in front of the couch George and Lee were on, dumping his wet school books onto the coffee table. Harry did the same, though a bit more gracefully. Hermione walked past them and up the stairs to her dorm.

“See anything else interesting on the map today?” Lee snickered, his magazine now resting on his chest as he looked at the boys.

George chuckled, untangling himself from Lee and sitting up. He made no protests when Lee rearranged his legs to fall across George’s lap.

Ron flushed, perhaps in frustration or embarrassment, and scoffed as he riffled through his books.

“Let us in on the joke, George,” Harry pleaded, slumping in his spot on the ground and abandoning his soaked books.

“I dunno...” George teased, resting his warm hands on Lee’s shins as he pretended to be in deep thought, “Should we, Lee?”

Lee perked up, sitting up as his legs stayed in their position on George. He mimicked George’s look before he nodded reluctantly.

“Might as well, everyone else knows,” he flung his legs from George’s, sitting so his shoulder bumped against George’s. George willed his face not to blush. He didn’t think anyone as thick as Ron and Harry would notice, seeing as they still had no idea about you and Fred.

“C’mon!” Ron whined, half at George and half at the smudged ink on his newly written Charms essay.

“Alright,” George said, “We’ll let you in on the secret.”

George leaned forwards, and Harry and Ron shuffled to the other side of the coffee table, closer to the other boys. They were perched on their knees like children waiting for a bedtime story, expectantly looking to George and Lee.

“Fred and Y/n have been fooling around for a couple of months,” George paused for dramatic effect and waited as Ron and Harry shared blushing faces and smug looks, “They don’t think anyone knows, but practically everyone does.”

“Is that why-” Harry started, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape as George began nodding his head.

Harry thought back to all the odd comments people on the Quidditch team had made every time Fred was late for practice. Why Angelina didn’t have him running excruciating drills every time he was late, as she did everyone else. All the sly looks Fred made towards the student section at one particular person.

“So, the map was right? They were-” Ron cut himself off at George’s nodding, his face distorting into disgust.

“Hello, losers,” Ginny said, coming from the dormitory stairs.

Harry straightened instinctually. George glanced between Harry, Ron, and Ginny, absolutely in awe at how his little brother could be so clueless when it came to romance. George and Lee instinctually moved away from each other, now that they were in the presence of someone with an actual insight to the world.

“Hey, Gin,” Ron said, his voice low as if he had a lot on his mind.

“What are you lot talking about?” She fell into an armchair that had been pulled close to the couch, so they could still all talk in a low voice and hear each other.

Harry and Ron shared a glance, then looked to George and Lee as if they were asking for permission. George shrugged his shoulders, falling deeper into the couch.

“Y/n and Fred,” Harry said, his eyes searching Ginny’s face for a hint as to if what George and Lee had told them was as well known as they said.

Ginny rolled her eyes and chuckled good-naturedly, “Finally.”

George smirked at the look of shock on Ron and Harry’s faces.

The rain fell against the window in a soothing pattern, and you could have watched it for hours. Your eyes fell upon two drops, watching them race to the bottom of the glass before they joined the rushing water sliding off the building.

Beneath you, Fred’s chest rose and fell in a calming rhythm, a reminder that he was still there when you were too lost in the views of the window.

Fred’s gaze was on your face, as it usually was, and his long fingers were lost somewhere in your hair. You felt his fingertips brush against your ear every once and awhile, also a reminder he was there.

Fred licked his lips, watching your eyes move up and down towards the window. He watched the way your teeth snagged your bottom lip occasionally, watched the way your cheeks would hollow when you subconsciously pursed your lips in thought. Fred watched his own hands on you, one in your hair and the other wrapped around your waist.

Your chin rested on his chest, laid diagonally across the bed so you could see out of the window and so Fred could see you.

“When do you reckon Lee and George are going to tell us?” you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had been between you two. You shifted your head, resting your cheek against his chest and looking up at him.

“When we tell them we know, I’d guess,” Fred said, looking down at you with lidded eyes.

You hummed in agreeance, closing your eyes and hoping Fred would do the same so you could both nap. He didn’t.

“When should we tell them about us?” he asked, a hint on unease in his voice as he waited for your response.

You didn’t open your eyes, “When they tell us they know.”

Fred’s chest moved with a chuckle that escaped his throat, causing you to bounce slightly beneath him. His fingers brushed away hair that had fallen into your face, and his eyes fell closed.

“That’s fair,” he mumbled, shifting his head on the pillows beneath him and drifting off to sleep.

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