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bratphilia · 6 months

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office chair (w. afton x reader)

request: "hi angel!!! ummmmmm…….. could you possiblg write some big age gap, lap riding and kissing + teasing with steve raglan/mathew lillard william? asking for a friend.."

note: sorry it's a little short but i hope you enjoy anon!!

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is 18-21, william is like 45-50+), dry humping, riding, make out session, implied friends w/ benefits

you're in his office. again. surprise, surprise. but you both knew what you were getting into the moment you locked eyes in the waiting room of his office. especially once he locked the door behind him after you entered.

steve has had you on every surface of this office. even up against the walls. bent over the desk, on the little couch in his office — fuck, even on the floor.

you don't quite know what it is that makes him so attractive to you. he's a weird guy, to be honest. he's enigmatic and distant about his past and his emotions, whenever you've tried to actually talk to him. for now, you chalk it up to his age. you've never seen what he looked like when he was younger, but he aged like fine wine.

anyways, you're sitting in his lap in his desk chair. you've been in this exact position many times before, but that never takes away from how exciting it is. he's cradling your face with his hand and in control of the kiss you two are entangled in.

steve's mouth moves against yours, slow and sensual. his tongue guides yours in a slow dance. sometimes it's rough when he has little patience, or running on a low budget of time, or when he deals with an annoying client. but this time, the two of you have all the time in the world. whenever the two of you break apart for air, you press your foreheads together, listening to each other breathe.

over the time of your kiss, you become increasingly needy. so much so that steve takes notice. "want me that badly, huh?"

you begin grinding your hips against his jeans. the friction feels absolutely delicious against your clothed clit, making you whimper. "'need you."

he chuckles. "you already have me, sweetheart."

"steve, please."

he takes a moment to appreciate you. wandering eyes travel down and up your body, to where you're pushing your hips against him desperately, to your heaving chest, and to your eyes squeezed shut as you chase any kind of relief you can get. "i won't torture you, baby."

your heart soars. you hop off his lap, begrudgingly, and for a moment you miss being close to him, but he starts unbuckling his belt, practically making you salivate. he only pulls his cock out, leaving on his pants on. you wordlessly follow suit and take off your panties. purposefully, you leave your skirt on. you know all too well how he likes it.

he pats his thighs to beckon to to come sit. your heart thumps already with excitement. you hop on his lap, instantly sinking yourself down on his hard length. the both of you moan in unison. steve's hands find their way to your hips and pushes your pencil skirt up so it's bunched around your lower waist.

"ride me, baby," he almost grunts. you place your hands on his shoulders and begin to move at a slow pace. moving up and down, up and down, up and down.

steve is leaned back lazily. his gaze switches from your pretty face and down to where your pussy is sliding against his cock. his expression is just too good. flushed red face, sweat beading on his forehead, and pupils dialated.

you try to move faster but it's hard with your stamina and the position you're in. "help me out?" you ask in a sweet, fucked out voice, one that's music to his ears.

without another word, he uses his grip on your hips to guide you at a faster pace. soon enough, you're riding him with reckless abandon. your moaning freely at this point and the sounds you're making bring him closer to the edge.

knowing how much you love it, he leans forward and whispers dirty praises in your ear. "you're doing so well f'me, love dove, riding my cock so well."

"mmm," you moan in response. you wrap your hands around his neck and he takes the initiative to bury his face is the crook of yours.

you feel your own orgasm approaching as your whining gets louder. you both stopped caring who hears you a long time ago. steve can feel his own orgasm approaching closer too as his own grunts and groans increase in longevity.

he pulls you down and up on his cock faster, encouraging your movements. "come on baby girl, come for me. come for me, i'm close too."

the both of you finish at the same time. he pulls you down on his member to sit still as hot spurts of his cum shoot into you. you both moan at the same time as you take in the feeling of your insides being painted by him and your pussy clenching around him.

when the both of you calm down, the room is filled with the quiet sound of breathing. steve doesn't pull out yet and holds you close to him and peppers kisses on your face, your neck, and your chest, while you lay your head on his chest.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf movie

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peachseashell · 3 days

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━━ ㅤ꒰ 🩰 ꒱ who is that from ?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Includes Wanderer , Kazuha

⋆.˚ - Genshin impact characters getting jelly when you recieve flowers and love letters by someone other than themselves !

⋆.˚ - Gender neutral reader & they are referred as "partner"

⋆.˚ - cw's: jealousy , petnames such as 'dove' , 'my love' are used.

⋆.˚ - a/n: i missed writing , sorry for being away for a while <3 anyway, I'm so bored and i need more requests ! And i might start writing for other fandoms soon , maybe.

━━ ౨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑

It was no suprise that you were indeed popular amongst your friends and colleagues at work; you were pretty , smart , nice and everything someone could want in a person. Which unfortunately for Wanderer , made you very desirable to others.

"What is that ?" he hissed and pointed at the paper in your hand with a heart shaped wax seal. "It's a letter, dear." you replied shortly . You earned a scoff from him, "I know what it is. What does it say?"

He visibly gagged at the loving words written onto the paper. "...cringe." he tore it from your hands and threw it away. "Don't be so cruel, they probably poured their whole heart our into that." you frowned at him.

You earned a scoff from him, " So what? You're my partner and everyone should know that by now. " Wanderer is such a drama queen. "Calm down, you're acting like I reciprocate their feelings..." you rolled your eyes at him.

"Do you?" his face darkened . You giggled, "of course not ! You know I love you." you placed a hand on top of his and he finally gave you a small smile, "I love you too."

━━ ౨ৎ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Kazuha rarely feels any jealousy towards anyone who shows affection to you; because you deserve all the love you can get! However , one person in particular has taken a liking to you to the point you're suffocated by them every second with gifts. And Kazuha is fed up with feeling like the third wheel.

"Are those from them?" Kazuha asked , gesturing at the bouquet of roses in your arms. "mhm!" you hummed back. "oh...they're nice." he put on a half fake smile. You noticed this and took his hand in yours, "Are you okay?"

"Yes...why wouldn't I be?" he raised an eyebrow. "You look upset." Kazuha looks down at the roses, "Do these gifts not bother you, dove? don't you get annoyed?" He squeezed your hand.

"hmmm...actually now that you mention it, sometimes it's too much. Do you dislike the gifts?" you wanted Kazuha to open up more to you. "uh...maybe." he said it with hesitation. "they're getting close to you, too close for my liking."

"it's completely fine to feel that way. Kazuha, you know you're the only one I have my eyes on , right?" you giggled lightly. "I know . I don't think you're the type of person to run off with another man." Kazuha removed the roses from your hands so he could wrap his arms around you in a very warm hug.

Why is this lowkey cringey ummmmmm

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fanfiction #x reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer x female reader #wanderer x male reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x female reader #kazuha x reader #Kazuha x male reader

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swiftieblyth · 28 days

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Blyth Family: Big Announcement

warnings- fluff, pregnancy, worried Tom, soft!Tom, mentions of being sick

You were sitting on the plane on your way to California for the Tangled premiere desperately trying not to throw up.

“You okay, love?” Tom asked, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“I’m trying not to throw up.” You slurred, resting your head on his chest.

“I know.” He replied kissing your head. “What would make it better? Do you want tea, or should you take a nap? Is there anything I can do?”

“Just hold me.” You groaned, as Lady climbed into your lap, making you smile a bit. “Hi, Princess,” you smiled, scooping her up and putting her on your chest cuddling her.

💜💜💜

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I love my sweet little Lady! Thank you for always making Mama fell so much better when she’s sick! I love me sweet girl so much, and so glad she loves her mama! 💕💕💕 We all love you my little lovebug! Thank you for making us feel so much better!

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tomblyth_ I love my girls and my family so much!!! I’m so glad our little Lady makes you feel so much better when she’s with you!!! I love that she makes both of you feel better!!!! 💕💕💕

↪️ y/nblyth_ thank you darling! We both love you 💕💕💕💕💕

↪️y/nTom_ Ummmmmm……. Am I the only one thinking they’re up to something??? The way she said Us and when she’s sick, and we both, and the way Tom said you both and my family?????????

↪️theblythsfan_ Um, is she pregnant????? Are they going to have a kid???? That last photo? I’m not going to mean this in a rude why because I love her so much and that won’t change, but she has gained a little bit of weight, which could be a little baby bump!!!!!!!

rachelzegler_ Look at that pretty Mama 😍

↪️y/nblyth_ thx bea!!!!!

💜💜💜

“Are you sure about this?” Tom asked, as the car came to a stop outside of the carpet. “It’s not too late, we can tell them to take us home.”

“No,” you breathed, holding his hand. “We need to do this.”

“We don’t have to tell anyone. And we can leave early if you need or even want to. Or we can leave before that one scene-“

“Tom,” you smiled, putting your free hand on Tom’s cheek, cutting him off. “I’ll be fine. I think you’re more nervous than I am, and I’m the one who’s growing a child in me.” You laughed.

“I know,” he chuckled a bit, putting a hand on your tiny barely visible bump. “I’m just worried about you. Both of you.”

“I know. Thank you. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

“I just don’t want you to over do it.”

“I wont, and I’ll let you know if I need anything, you know that.”

“I know. But you know how reporters work, they’re terrifying sometimes.”

“I know, but I’ll have you. You’ll keep both of us safe.”

“I know. You ready?”

“Are you?” You asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

“Yeah,” he breathed kissing your head. “I’m ready.” You went to move but Tom stopped you. “Hold on.” He leaned down and kissed your stomach making you smile. “Mummy and I love you baby.”

He looked up and saw you trying not to cry. “I love you!” You breathed, hugging him.

“I love you to darling,” Tom smiled kissing your head.

💜💜💜

You and Tom were about to carpet and you know that you’re going to have to do it soon. Especially since you hinted at it in your last post, you were just waiting for the right time.

“Y/N!” A reporter called catching your attention. “There’s been a lot of talk about your last Instagram post.” You looked up at Tom as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest. “A lot of people are wondering if you are pregnant, do you or Tom have anything you want to say to that?”

“Well, I mean we have seen some of the comments, you started, smiling up at Tom who smirked.

“Size of a blueberry,” he explained, making you smile.

“I’m sorry?” The reporter asked.

“Baby Blyth is the size of a blueberry,” you smiled, holding your hands to your stomach on top of Tom’s.

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pitviperofdoom · 8 months

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PITS JONGERRYS LETS GO

Uhhh uMMMMMM URBAN FANTASY JONGERRYS

Things had escalated. With Gerard Keay involved, that meant something inevitably wound up on fire.

The initial blast took out two of Jon’s attackers and threw the rest into confusion. He was already running the second he was free, reaching out blindly until Gerard found his wrist. Without a word, his bodyguard shoved him to the front and sent another fireball into the cultists behind them. The flames, as always when they came from Gerard, burned hot and spread fast. The resulting confusion left their pursuers in disarray, but the spread of the flames cut off their exits as thoroughly as the cultists’ pursuit.

In the end, their only recourse was to flee deeper into the Rayner compound, away from the screams and shouts of their would-be captors.

Jon kept his mouth shut, breathing deeply and evenly as Gerard hurried him along. He was getting used to running, he thought wryly. Less than a year ago he would’ve been gasping and staggering after the first three hallways, but now his breath came easily, and he barely registered the burn in his legs until they finally came to a halt.

A spacious storage closet served as a temporary refuge; the closet itself was dark and unlit, but a small window at Gerard’s eye level provided him with a vantage point. Jon leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

“Lost them for now,” Gerard murmured. “Won’t matter much if we can’t get out of here.”

“Mm.” Jon let out a long, slow breath. “I think it’s safe to say that relations between Elias and the People’s Church have thoroughly broken down.”

“Long time coming, if you ask me. Mum always says Rayner’s lot don’t want anything less than total dominion. So alliances don’t tend to—”

Abruptly he went still and silent, ducking away from the window. Footsteps rushed past outside; a shadow fell over the dim beam of light that leaked through. Jon didn’t dare move. Eventually, after a few heart-pounding seconds, the figure outside moved on and joined the rest of the cultists searching the building.

The silence lasted nearly two full minutes before Jon built up the nerve to speak again. “Gerard?”

A soft sigh emanated from the darkness. “Thought I told you to call me Gerry.”

“I… haven’t forgotten,” Jon replied. “Gerry, then.”

The name felt uncomfortable on his tongue, even with permission. It held meaning, he knew. Gerard—Gerry had thrown it out in an off-hand manner, but Jon didn’t need to be a seer to sense the weight in that request. It wasn’t just a preference; it was an offer of trust, a wall coming down, a privilege that Jon had somehow earned, entirely without meaning to, without offering anything in return.

“I’ll follow your lead,” he said.

Gerry’s face hovered into the light again, casting sharp shadows over his features. “Not quite good enough.”

“What?”

With a sigh, Gerry let his eyes slide shut. “There’s too many of them. If we make a break for it, they’ll run us down, overwhelm us with sheer numbers.” His eyes opened, focusing on Jon. “You’re fast. A lot faster than you used to be, at least. All you need to get away is a diversion.”

“I don’t like where this is headed—”

“I’ll be fine,” Gerry said calmly, with a roll of his eyes. “And most importantly, you’ll be fine. You’ve got the easy bit. All you have to do is run fast until you’re out. I’ll take care of the rest.”

He reached for the door handle. Jon got there first.

***

Jon’s hand closed around his wrist, tight enough to make his fingers tingle. Gerry jerked back with a surprised hiss, but Jon refused to let go.

“Gerry, stop,” he hissed. “It won’t work.”

“Oh ye of little faith.” It was getting a little harder to keep his voice steady. Sure, his chances were slim, but that was nothing new. Slim chances were his baseline.

“No, listen to me,” Jon gritted out, yanking him away from the door. “It won’t work. There are too many of them and they’re spread out through the building. No matter where, when, or how you try to make a stand, I won’t even make it outside.”

Conviction rang in every word, bringing Gerry up short. He looked back; in the dim light through the door’s small window, he could see the set of Jon’s face.

“Trust me,” Jon pleaded. “I know.”

Gerry’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know? I didn’t see you swooning over a vision.”

“Think of something else,” Jon told him.

“Jon—”

“The longer we take to decide, the more everything shifts,” Jon snapped. “Think of something else.”

“Fine!” Gerry thought quickly. “It’s a straight shot to the east entrance from here—”

“Won’t work,” Jon cut him off. The light from the hallway struck his eyes, setting them aglow. His pupils, no longer light-absorbing black, flashed like a cat’s in the dark. “It’s too narrow—no escape routes. It’ll funnel us straight to them. Try again.”

“South, then. It leads to the warehouse—there’s plenty of places to hide.”

“The mezzanine’s already packed with armed cultists,” said Jon. “It’d be like running into a firing squad.”

“If we go further down—”

“No way out, and… there’s something down here.” Jon squinted and grimaced, free hand flying to his forehead as if in sudden pain. “I can’t—I can’t quite get the shape of it.”

“Then… up…?”

Jon blinked. “Keep going.”

“What?”

“Upstairs, then what?”

Gerry thought for a moment. “Head to the roof, take the fire escape down.”

“Fire escapes aren’t maintained, they won’t hold both of us,” said Jon. “Try again.”

“Not the roof, then. Out one of the windows. I can climb and carry you.”

“You—” Jon blinked, his strange eyes widening. “Huh. So you can.”

“Are we good?” Gerry asked.

“Wait.” Jon’s eyes flickered again, before he squeezed them shut and came back into himself. “Christ. Car park on the west side of the building. There’s a blue sedan with keys on the center console.”

“Okay.” With one last look out into the hallway, Gerry reached for the door handle. There would be time for questions later, and Gerry had many. “Get ready to run.”

***

“Want to tell me what that was about, then?”

Jon’s hands barely shook. It was a bold move, starting an interrogation when Jon was the one applying gauze to a bullet graze Gerry couldn’t reach himself. “Depends on what you want to talk about—”

“Don’t.” Gerry’s voice brooked no argument, barely stuttering even as Jon pressed a disinfectant-soaked pad to the gash over his shoulder blade.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Jon insisted. “I’m a seer. You knew that when Elias brought you on. Why are you so disconcerted over watching me see the future?”

“Because you’ve been holding out on me, Sims,” Gerry said mildly. “Holding out on him too, seems like. Does Elias know you can do that? Just peek into the future of your own accord, instead of waiting for it to creep up and pounce?”

Jon sighed.

He didn’t say anything after sighing, but he did continue to patch up Gerry’s wounds. Gerry sat patiently, holding still even as Jon’s ministrations stung his torn and scorched skin. He could be patient. Once Jon was done, he wouldn’t have an excuse to hide behind anymore.

“I’m not stupid,” Jon said. “Or naive, or sheltered. I don’t know why you thought I was when we first met.”

“You’re not my first bodyguarding gig,” Gerry told him. “In my experience, anybody who gets as petulant about being protected as you were is usually naive and a bit stupid. And after that stunt you pulled with Jude Perry, you can forgive me for coming to a reasonable conclusion.”

“That wasn’t stupidity or naivete,” Jon said primly. “That was recklessness. Learn the difference.”

“Jon.”

“I just mean—I know how people see me,” Jon went on. “What they usually want from me. It happened back when I was a kid, before my grandmother stopped letting me talk about it. Everyone wants to know something about the future, even if they think they don’t. I’m a useful tool for some, a deepest wish for others. I’ve been hiding what I am since I was a child. And when Elias identified what I was in spite of my best efforts… I thought it best to keep hiding what little I could.”

“Like having control over your own power.” Gerry’s eyes narrowed. “But you work for him. Being a seer is literally what he pays you for.”

“But I don’t know why.” Jon finished fussing over his wounds and stood back. “He pays me a wage plus a bonus for every vision I report to him, but I don’t know what he’s getting out of any of it. He’s looking for something—I know he is. I just don’t know what.”

“If you don’t know what he wants from you, but you don’t trust him enough to ask, then why stay at all?” Gerry asked. “I’ve seen your paycheck, and it’s not that good. Why do you still work for him?”

Jon moved to the sink, where he washed his hands with the methodical care of a surgeon about to walk into an operating theater. Gerry was halfway through putting his shirt back on when Jon finally replied.

“Because I haven’t found a path to quitting that doesn’t end with Elias killing me.”

Gerry froze, his shirt still rucked up over his chest.

“I’d been working for him for about… six months? When I finally admitted to myself that I wasn’t comfortable.” Jon returned to the kitchen table and sank back into the chair beside Gerry. “I didn’t think much of peeking ahead, so to speak. Elias just struck me as the sort of boss who would take a resignation personally, and I wanted to know what I’d have to deal with.” He took a deep breath. “Turns out, what I’d have to deal with was Elias coming into my home and beating me to death in a staged burglary gone wrong.”

Gerry gripped the edge of his chair until his knuckles turned white.

“I-I went through as many possible exits as I could think of,” Jon went on. “Moving wouldn’t help. Neither would changing my number, ghosting him, stringing him along to keep him from realizing I was quitting—nothing. If I try to quit, he’ll kill me. And I don’t know why.”

He stopped, steadying himself. “All I can do is just—linger. Be as useless as possible. Try to figure out what he wants from me. I-I keep checking, every now and then. Cycling through possible resignation methods. I’m—” HIs voice caught. “I’m quite sick of watching myself die, as you can imagine.”

“Can’t you use your sight to figure out what he wants?” Gerry asked.

“No, it’s—it’s not that simple, it’s—a question like that is too vague.” Jon paused, looking thoughtful. “Did your mother ever teach you about probability?”

Gerry gave him exactly the look that question deserved.

“Right, didn’t think so. Here—here’s an incredibly simplified demonstration.” Jon reached across the table and snagged a legal pad. “Right, so—imagine you’re trying to pick an outfit for the day. And you have… two pairs of trousers, three shirts, and four pairs of socks. So you start with picking the trousers.” Turning the pad sideways, he started on the left and drew a sideways V, the two branches spread wide, nearly spanning the width of the page. “These two points are your two choices of trousers. From there, you pick a shirt. Both choices of trousers can then go with three possible shirts, making six outcomes in all.” From the end of both branches, he drew three more branching lines. “And from there, you choose socks—so each of these six shirt-trouser combinations have four further possibilities for socks.” He continued drawing until the diagram resembled a sideways skeletal tree with twenty-four branches at the end. “And you can continue this ad nauseum—you’ve got three possible pairs of shoes, five possible hats, two possible pairs of gloves, and so on and so forth.” Before long, the entire page was filled with simplistic tree branches, uneven and crowding each other on the page. “Following me so far?”

“Yes?” Gerry said dubiously.

“This is, once again, an incredibly simplified version of what the future is like,” Jon explained. “It’s not a straight path. There are countless possible outcomes for every single—well. Everything. You make different choices to go down certain paths, and the choices available to you depend on random chance and the choices of the people around you, who are also living in their own tangled probability trees.” He tapped the scribbly mess on the page with his pencil. “When I use my sight of my own accord, that is what I see.”

Gerry stared down at it. “Huh.”

“The trick I pulled in the Rayner compound was… simpler than it could have been,” Jon went on. “It’s easiest to see what’s straight ahead, because that puts me back here—” he tapped at the single point on the left side of the page, from which the rest of the branches originated. “Because I can focus on myself, and my own choices, and the number of possible outcomes are slightly more manageable. The present and immediate future are always the easiest to deal with, because whenever I choose a particular branch, the rest of them… wither away, so to speak, and all the tangled might-have-beens that grew from them disappear. It frees up my attention.”

“So it’s difficult to figure out what Elias wants from you because… you don’t know how to find the right branch?”

Jon nodded. “I don’t know how to find the path that leads to him telling me.”

“Do you know what happens if you tell him the truth about your abilities?”

“I looked, once,” Jon replied. “Not for very long. None of the outcomes I could find involved him letting me outside ever again.”

“Fuck,” Gerry breathed out. “You realize you’re taking a huge risk by telling me, right? For all you know, I could take this straight to Bouchard.”

Jon’s eyes flickered again. “I’ve yet to find a branch where you do.” Gerry snorted. “And besides that…”

His scarred hand came to rest over Gerry’s. By some miracle, Gerry managed not to jump.

“We’re in this together,” Jon said. “We’re both stuck, and I’m relying on you just to keep breathing. You’ve been—good. To me. So far. You’re no friend of Elias, that’s for sure.”

“I’m not,” Gerry said firmly.

“Maybe it is a risk,” said Jon. “But I’m just—tired. I’m trapped either way, and the closest I have to company I trust are the infinite possible future versions of myself, who I can only observe and learn from. To tell you the truth, I’ve been getting a bit lonely.”

“Bit sad, that.”

“Never said it wasn’t.”

They sat in silence for a while, neither of them pulling away from the other’s touch. Gerry stared at the hand over his own through half-lidded eyes, wondering what would happen if he turned his over and held Jon’s properly. For a split second he wished he could peek ahead.

“Hey Jon?”

“Yes?”

“What happens if—” He faltered for a moment. “What happens if I’m with you when you try to leave?”

“Hm.” Jon’s eyes flickered for a moment.

Without warning, they flew open wide.

“Jon?” Gerry asked nervously.

“I…” Jon’s throat bobbed. “Sorry, that—that just opened up an entire dimension of branches that I didn’t even—” His eyes flicked from side to side, as if the entire tree of fate was sprouting and growing before him, and he could only take in a few branches at a time.

“Talk to me,” said Gerry.

“There are—a lot more answers to that question than I realized,” Jon said. “Still a lot of ways to die, but—not as immediate. There are more branches ahead, I can’t quite…” He seemed to catch his breath. “I have to think about this. But…” The strange light in his eyes went out, and he turned to look at the Gerry of here and now. “Would you do that? Are you sure?”

Gerry took Jon’s hand and squeezed. The outcome, it turned out, was Jon’s wide eyes locking on his face, and the faintest hint of a blush creeping over Jon’s skin.

“Yes.” He wondered how many paths vanished when he made his choice.

#jongerry #jonathan sims #gerard keay #the magnus archives #tma fic #fanfiction #tales from the pit

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starrclown · 4 months

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I got this screenshot from @minigmaenigma

(Also don't attack the Twitter user.)

Okay so:

Ummmmmm, What???

Like what??

Look I haven't watched the show because it hasn't dropped yet but WHAT??? Look at his face:

I'm not good with emotions but how does this portray he wants the realist version of Angel? He looks annoyed. Look if this was in like a emotional scene or something like that then I would get it but really? Hell in the whole screenshot he is pushing Angel of of him and the counter. He doesn't look like he's enjoying it at all. I'm sorry but I don't see how Husk wants him so bad in this instance. Again, he looks annoyed as hell because Angel is touching.

Look this person isn't wrong. They are just reading this scene another way then myself. They are completely fine to read it like this. But really??

I hope that Huskerdust isn't Stolitz 2.0

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel criticism

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gennyanydots · 10 months

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This is an official distress call, over

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f! Reader

Part of the Spitfire Universe. Can be read as a stand-alone but best enjoyed if you have some background.

Summary: Unca Wooster is having such a great day, especially since his favorite nephew is having an extended sleepover at his house. His girlfriend is even calling him in the middle of the day which she hardly ever does! Such a great day…… oh no.

Bradley was having such a great day.

He made pancakes for breakfast.

He got Eli to school on time.

He got to see his girlfriend for a minute or two at drop off.

He made it to work on time.

He got to fly.

Just such a great day. He’s been loving all of the extra Unca Wooster time he’s been getting in. Jake and his wife wanted to go away for an extended weekend for their anniversary and Bradley was first in line to watch his favorite nephew. He might have thrown some elbows to beat out Coyote but nobody needs to know that. (He’s not sorry)

Penny, Mav, and Amelia have Ellie for the weekend. Mav made sure to pull Bradley aside and let him know that if he needed help with Eli to just let them know.

Pshaw! Why would he need help with Eli? He’s the best kid ever! Bradley still wonders how Hangman could have made such a great kid. Must have been all his wife’s genes because he definitely doesn’t see Jake in the kiddo at all.

Bradley was on his lunch break when he noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket.

A surprise call from his girlfriend! See?! Best day ever!

“Hey baby, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He says as he answers his phone.

“Bradley, what the f word did you do?!?!” His girlfriend scream-whispers to him on the phone.

Huh. He wasn’t expecting that at all. What could he have done? He’s been having the best day ever so clearly it had to be nothing.

“Ummmmmm nothing? What are you talking about? What’s wrong, honey?”

He hears you sigh, “What did you watch last night with Eli?” He can hear some sort of commotion where you are but can’t quite make heads or tails of it. Probably in your classroom, which you shouldn’t be, you should be on your lunch break right now.

Bradley thinks back, they watched a lot of stuff, “Umm Paw Patrol, we watched some Bluey, threw in some Wild Kratts for educational purposes, and then I think Jaws was on when he was falling asleep. I put him to bed once it was over.”

“You let a baby watch Jaws?!?!” You scream-whisper at him again.

“Hey! He’s not a baby! He’s a big boy. He barely watched it. He fell asleep after like 20 minutes.”

“I’m gonna beat your a word. I really am. Is Phoenix there? Let me talk to her.”

“Why the violence, honey? I’m sure he’s fine,” Bradley assumes.

“Oh my sweet naive and dumb boyfriend. You think he’s okay? That’s cute. That’s really cute. Super cute. He’s definitely not clinging to me right now sobbing and telling me he’s never going in the ocean again because he’s going to get ‘eated by the scary gray shark in the water.’ and he definitely isn’t refusing to lay down because what if a shark gets him in his sleep,” you say exasperatedly.

Ohh. Fuck. Shit.

“I shouldn’t have let him watch Jaws,” Bradley said as he hung his head.

“Ya think?! Oh my God. I can’t believe you let him watch that. You’re never getting him to sleep tonight. It was a miracle the rest of the class went down for naps because when one overtired kid cries then they all cry. And they were all asking me why Eli won’t go in the ocean anymore and why sharks are scary.”

Bradley winces. Maybe he could wear him out a little when he picks him up. Let him play for hours at the playground.

He hears his girlfriend sigh then hears a kissing noise that he assumes went onto his nephew’s head. Poor little guy.

“Before you even ask I already told him I would come over and help protect him. He’s clung to me all morning and if his parents aren’t home and it’s just you then he clearly needs a responsible adult.”

“Hey now, I’m a responsible adult,” Bradley grumbles.

“But are you? Because you let him watch Jaws and I don’t think you’re allowed to be in charge of the tv anymore,” you say. He can hear you mumbling something to Eli.

“That’s….. fair. That’s a fair choice. You are in charge of the tv.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit. I’m gonna google some shark week stuff that shows sharks NOT eating people to help this little boy out.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit. Bye honey. Tell Eli I love him and that I would never let anything happen to him,” Bradley said with a sigh.

“You got it. Bye Bradley,” you say before the call disconnects.

Bradley runs a hand down his face.

“Why so glum?” A voice asks, walking up from behind him.

“I did something stupid,” Bradley explains while he turns to look at Phoenix.

Phoenix laughs, “What else is new? So what’d you do?”

“I traumatized Eli.”

Phoenix smacks Bradley’s arm, “Why the hell would you do that?! That poor sweet boy!”

Bradley pulls his arm closer to him then rubs it, “Ow! Don’t hit me!”

Phoenix leers at Bradley, “Don’t do stupid things. What. Did. You. Do?”

Bradley sighs, “I let Eli watch a little bit of Jaws last night and now he’s terrified of the ocean and won’t nap because he’s scared a shark is going to get him in his sleep. Don’t worry, I already got yelled at over it.”

Phoenix gasps, “You should lose custody. Like immediately. No more Eli for you.”

“My girlfriend said she’s coming over tonight because Eli needs a responsible adult,” Bradley explains.

Phoenix laughs, “Only you would get yelled at and then essentially grounded by your girlfriend.”

“Jake’s wife grounds us all, all the time.”

Phoenix shakes her head and points at Bradley, “No, she grounds you all. She’s never grounded me. I don’t do stupid stuff like this.”

Bradley grumbles.

“Well let me know if your girlfriend can’t stay the whole weekend and Eli needs a different responsible adult. I’m happy to help,” Phoenix smirks at Bradley.

“I got him. I won’t do something like this again. Promise.”

“Suuuuuure ya do,” Phoenix says as she shakes her head at Bradley.

When Bradley went to pick Eli up that afternoon Eli raced into Bradley’s arms, scrambling to get picked up.

“Woah buddy! Slow down! I got ya,” Bradley says as he scoops Eli up to gently set him on his hip.

“I can’t be down, Unca Wooster, I can’t!” Eli said as he hid his face against Bradley’s chest.

It was then that it hit Bradley just how bad he messed up. Poor kiddo. He felt so bad.

He watched as you walked over to the two of them holding Eli’s backpack, “He can’t be down, Unca Wooster, he can’t.” You shook your head as you handed Bradley Eli’s backpack.

Bradley holds Eli close as he leans to speak to you, “I’m gonna fix this.”

You shake your head, “No, I AM going to fix this. Don’t worry. I got a plan. You’re taking us to the aquarium tomorrow by the way. I’ll see you in a bit.” You wink at Bradley as you walk back towards the rest of your students.

Bradley sure hopes you have a plan because he sure as hell doesn’t.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x female reader #rooster x f!reader #spitfire universe

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jades-typurriter · 8 months

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Thorn's Hoop-Hole Loophole

CW: Transformation, Accidental Suiting

“Sophomores and seniors,” hollered a short, pink-and-white cat in a witch’s hat about two sizes too big for his body, projecting his voice all the way to the back row like the ringleader of a circus. “Red wizards and blue wizards too, students and sages of ALL kinds of ages… Welcome!” he chirped, undercutting the booming introduction he had built up for himself—not that his voice was all that imposing, anyway.

“I’m sure some of you recognize me from class. I see a few familiar faces! For those of you who recognize me from, well, from an incident with some transmutation magic a few months back, boy, do I have a treat for you today! We’re gonna do something like that again!”

A few of the spectators tensed in their chairs; one or two jumped straight out and started heading for the doors of the auditorium.

“I’m not gonna do the SAME trick! I promise! The folks in the office wouldn’t have let me into the talent show to begin with if I’d pitched that to them, ahaha.” Most of the anxious members of the audience relaxed, though one of them was still waiting near the exit, just in case. “Anyway, that’ll be the real trick! We’re all magicians here, so casting any old spell wouldn’t be all that impressive—illusions are first-year stuff, too! Instead, you’re all going to watch the Hoodini of Academic Holds do the one thing he’s been banned from doing!” He paused for a moment, scratching his head with one pink paw. “Well, not the one thing, but who’s counting?”

“We’re gonna need a volunteer, by the way. How abooouuut, ummmmmm…” He looked out over the crowd. A few people (especially the ones who had been on edge earlier) avoided making eye contact; even fewer raised their hands. He settled on someone sitting a few rows away from the front: a timid-looking, periwinkle sea serpent with a pair big, round, pupilless eyes above an equally-round snout. “You! You’ll do just fine! Why don’t you come up here?”

The dragon’s fins stood on end, ver eyelashes fluttering as vee blinked in surprise.

“Oh! Um,” vee considered, shifting around in ver chair. “Sure, I could come onstage.” Vee rose and shuffled sideways past ver seatmates’ legs to the aisle. As vee ambled up to Thorn, vee held ver claws up in front of ver in a way that reminded Thorn of a friend of his. Not quite as anxious of a gesture, but then, she’d gotten better about that recently. Well enough that she’d be joining him onstage as well, as it happened!

The cat took a dramatic bow to greet ver when vee climbed the steps to the stage, waving a paw in the air behind himself with a flair and a flick. In his grasp appeared a large hoop with a little puff of smoke. He let it go, sending it rolling along his arm, past his still-lowered head, and down the other arm onto the stage; it rolled around and around the dragon on its edge, finally tipping over onto its side and spinning to a stop right before ver feet.

“Why don’t you step into the ring for me, oh brave volunteer?” He beckoned, having slipped right back into his showman’s voice. The dragon obliged, looking uncertainly at Thorn.

“You’re gonna have to get that tail in there,” he nudged ver, pointing down at the floor outside the hoop. Once vee had gathered it up around ver feet, snugly coiled within the confines of the ring, vee looked back up at the cat; he nodded between ver and the audience, directing them to face forward. Vee gave a little wave with one of ver idly-hanging claws.

“So! What’s your name, bestie?”

“Bowsie!”

“Ahaaah, not for long it isn’t,” replied the cat, smugly. Bowsie cocked ver head to the side, and a few murmurs arose from the members of the crowd who had seen Thorn’s handiwork before. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s great to meet you! As a matter of fact, I’m gonna show these fine folk how to turn you into a friend of mine. A very specific one, in fact! Some of y’all might recognize her, too, once she joins us on stage! That’s where you’re gonna help me, Bowsie. But first, let’s get to know each other a little better, huh? What do you study?”

“Well, ah, I actually just changed my major. I realized I was very interested in fashion, so, I changed most of my classes over to that! Lots of working with unorthodox materials, enchantments for practical wear, you know.”

“Interesting! And a fantastic coincidence—I’ve got just the pattern for you to try on. I promise, she’ll be a real great fit!”

“Ah, that’s right, you said this was… transmutation magic?”

“Ahuh, yep!”

“And… you’re going to turn me into this friend of yours.”

“That’s right!”

“Oh. Goodness,” vee mumbled, hoping that the blush spreading across ver face wouldn’t be visible in the front row. Perhaps the spotlight washed it out? The idea of being somebody else for a bit just sounded… very, very fun!

“That’s where this hoop comes in!” Thorn explained, bubbly as ever. He produced his wand, seemingly from nowhere, and pointed it at the ring on the ground. “This is your round-trip ticket,” he continued as the ring beginning to vibrate and, ever so slightly, lift from the ground at the wand’s command. “We’re gonna go from the ground up, change you bit by bit! As it passes over you, it’s gonna turn you into someone you might otherwise be studying in one of your enchanting classes. Doesn’t that sound fun?” Turning and winking to the crowd, he added, “And yes, this is all one hundred percent sanctioned by the good folks running the show. I hope you all have a good time trying to puzzle that one out! But, you know what they say about magicians and secrets, and cats and bags, ‘n’ all that. So whaddaya say, Bowsie? You feel ready?”

The dragon nodded, tight-lipped. It was a little embarrassing to be so excited about something in front of a crowd this big, but vee thought vee was holding it together pretty well! Now all vee had to do was sit still and let it happen. Just like getting a shot at the apothecary! Easy as pie!

“Fantastic! Everybody, let’s give my lovely assistant a nice big round of applause, huh?” Politely, the crowd followed along, cheering to send Bowsie off like the onlookers to a ship’s maiden voyage; just like the christening of a new ship, they could only hope vee would come back in one piece.

“And awaaaaayyyyyy we go!”

As soon as the ring began to levitate around ver ankles, Bowsie could feel ver composure start to slip. They shivered with anticipation, trying to keep still enough not to give it away to any of the spectators. Already, ver feet began to feel heavier; vee lifted one foot slightly, wiggling ver toes. Strangely, the big, plushie paw didn’t leave the wooden panels of the stage—but vee could feel the swish of fabric on fabric! It was like pulling on a pair of leggings that were fresh out of the dryer, or wriggling into a warm sleeping bag on a cold night.

Vee couldn’t bring verself to look down, or ver face might’ve started burning bright enough to outshine the spotlight over ver head. Vee tried not to move too much, either, even though vee wanted more than anything to experiment a little more with ver new, minky parts, for fear that it might somehow disrupt the spell. Every little movement vee made had a little bit of resistance to it, anyway, like the parts of ver body that had been changed were squished between blocks of memory foam on all sides.

The ring continued to float higher and higher, bringing that warm, swaddled-in-blankets feeling to more and more of Bowsie’s body. At points, it seemed to get stuck on ver new shape—or maybe stuck on itself? It was hard to tell… When it reached ver thighs, it seemed almost as though ver new pillowy outside was spilling out of the hoop, like a comforter being pulled out of the bag that it came vacuum-sealed in. Vee wondered whether vee’d have difficulty fitting into certain places like this—doorframes, maybe even hallways… Vee reached down to touch some of the short fur covering ver legs, now that it was close enough to reach without having to bend over fully. It was velvety to the touch, and it gave way under ver claws the same way that a particularly soft mattress might.

As it slid over ver hips and past the base of ver tail, it unwound from around ver legs, no longer held tightly against verself for the sake of keeping it inside the hoop. Vee caught a glimpse of it at ver feet and could no longer hold still, whipping it up toward their face. It didn’t move exactly as vee directed it—it was still up in front of ver face, but much more slowly and deliberately, nothing at all like the excited vigor vee had put behind it. Maybe vee just wasn’t used to a body made of cloth and stuffing? Vee imagined that a body like that would be a bit more sluggish… It brushed against ver nose like a feather duster, though vee tried to hold it steady. Maybe it was just so floppy that it was hard to control.

Stranger still was the way that vee seemed to be higher up off the ground! No longer holding back from examining ver new body, vee saw that ver lower half was now much longer than ver upper half. It was such an odd sensation; vee could still feel ver paws squishing against the floor, could still feel ver new fabric stretching along ver legs, but vee knew they weren’t that long before. Vee thought that Thorn wasn’t allowed to do transformation magic! Even as the one having the magic done on ver, vee couldn’t figure out what else it could possibly be! The ring kept on creeping upwards, with a pillowy, striped tummy spilling out from inside it, stretching the serpent’s body out longer and longer as vee adjusted to the weight. It wasn’t that much heavier—Bowsie was a stout little dragon before—but it sat differently on ver body, was springier as vee shifted around. When it crept up to ver shoulders, it wrapped around ver arms, leaving massive, cushiony hanging at the ends of ver wrists where ver claws just were. Again, vee tried immediately to get a closer look, and again, they moved in a way that wasn’t quite how vee intended, slower, not exactly the right position.

Vee began to wonder if it was really as simple as needing to adjust to a new body, but before vee could think too deeply about it, the ring zipped the rest of the way up past ver head, leaving the button-eyed, fluffy-cheeked face of a chipper tiger girl in its wake.

“Oh my goodness!” plushie cried in a voice that didn’t belong to the dragon. For an instant, Bowsie thought vee had blurted out its thoughts in an excited outburst. There was something stilted—rehearsed—about the voice, though, and the tiger kept right on speaking without ver: “You turned me into Lyra! Incredible!”

As Thorn took another deep bow, gesturing proudly at the result of his magic, Bowsie wondered: who on earth is Lyra? That certainly hadn’t come from ver. As if on cue, ver arms began to move of their own accord. Lyra waved shyly at the audience, even curtsying as they applauded for Thorn’s trick. As far as they knew, he had finally casted a spell in public where something hadn’t gone horribly wrong, but something was definitely awry here!

“Thank you, thank you!” the cat flaunted, keeping the audience on the hook for what he planned next. “And Lyra, thank you again for showing up on such short notice!” He added, with a wink.

“It iiiis a pleasure to be here, Thorn!” She replied, a bit stiffly.

“Now, we’re almost done hoggin’ the stage, folks. All we gotta do is—” Lyra interrupted him with an eep! Beneath the zipper that ran along the front of her body, Bowsie was trying to figure out just what was going on here. The tiger’s arms wobbled as Bowsie strained vers beneath her fuzzy exterior; she felt wriggling in her stomach as the serpent struggled and felt around inside her. She glanced down at herself, then her eyes—flickering through the whole range of emotion from confusion to mortification to accusation—turned to Thorn, shooting daggers at him. For his part, his eyes zipped from her torso, to the audience, back to her, his showmanly smile straining to remain on his face.

“Ahem! All we gotta do is say thank you one more time and get outta your hair!” He said, tugging Lyra’s paw towards the wings of the stage and ushering her quickly along. Her arms wrapped around her tummy (at least as best as she could manage the gesture), trying to hide the serpent’s movements inside her. “You’ve been a wonderful crowd we hope to see you at the next talent showeverybodyhaveagoodnight!”

“Thorn!” hissed Lyra as the two (three) of them slipped into the dressing room backstage. “Would you like to explain what this is?!” She unzipped herself, allowing Bowsie’s head to pop out of her chest. Vee suddenly felt shorter again, still higher up than usual but this time because ver were being held up, and not because ver legs were suddenly longer. Vee looked out at Thorn, then craned ver neck to look up at Lyra, whose face looked just as apologetic as she glanced upside-down at ver.

“Um, hello.”

“Hi,” Thorn awkwardly replied.

“I said I’d be your assistant cause I’m trying to work through my whole thing with crowds, and you pack me in front of a packed house?”

“Not on purpose!” the catboy protested. “The ring was supposed to switch your places! Teleportation magic, remember?”

“Yeah, and instead, it just transported me around… who even is this?”

“Bowsie!” chirped Thorn, eager to change the subject.

“Bowsie,” mumbled the serpent at the same time, musing that this was one of the strangest introductions vee’d ever taken part in.

“You two know each other?” Lyra asked.

“Nope!”

“No.”

“So were you just gonna… send this person to your room? Who you’ve never met?”

“Well, the plan was to switch the two of you around again right after, right? I just picked someone who looked, uh… harmless? Polite! Just, who didn’t look like trouble, so nothing would happen in there in the thirty seconds you’d be on stage for.”

“Well, that didn’t exactly work, did it? You still haven’t answered for embarrassing me like that!” “Uh, I’m still not really sure what happened? It should’ve just been a portable portal, but…” Thorn fished around in the pockets of his puffy little shorts and pulled out a roll of parchment, unfurling and squinting at it. “Yeah… yeah… no, I think I got most of it right? Just, hang on…” As he continued to pore over his notes, Lyra pressed her paws into her own face.

“Every time, dude. It’s unbelievable.” She looked down at her little passenger and sighed. “So, um. Bowsie, right?”

“Mhm?”

“I think you heard already, but, I’m Lyra.”

“A pleasure.”

“Likewise! Um, did you at least enjoy your time on stage?”

“Oh, I’m not much of a performer…”

“Well, that makes two of us, ahaha…”

“I, uh, apologize for making it more difficult.”

“Oh! No, it’s not your fault, really! You haven’t caused any trouble in there or anything, it’s just,” she began, gently wringing her paws. “This is usually a more… intimate? Arrangement?”

“Ah,” replied the serpent, ver cheeks beginning to warm again.

“It’s just a bit embarrassing. It feels like a public display of affection, and in front of all those people, y’know…”

“Well… it was fun! You’re very comfortable.”

“Uh, thank you?” Lyra accepted the compliment rather bashfully. “You’ve been a nice… guest?” Bowsie smiled up at her, and she smiled in turn.

“I felt much taller while you were zipped up, you know. It was a bit like balancing on a wobbly chair, except the legs are a part of you? It was definitely odd to get used to, even if we didn’t have much time for it.”

“Yeah, that has something to do with the way Thorn set up my zipper and lining to begin with? I got curious and dug through some of his textbooks, and I twisted his arm about it ‘til we figured out what exactly the spell was like. The easiest way he could think of to give me an interior while keeping me the same size was to… ‘add space’, so to speak? That’s the simplest way to describe it. The flip side of it is that anything that goes in occupies the same amount of space as me, too.”

“It was fun! It really made me think he was transforming me, haha. Why, um, were people so worried about Thorn casting transformation magic, exactly?”

“You don’t want to know,” she said bluntly, averting her gaze. She rubbed her face again, as if trying to wipe the image away from her mind’s eye.

“...I see. Well, it was still exciting to think about.”

“Sorry to let you down, then. We weren’t planning on doing anything to you other than moving you around a little. I didn’t even realize what was going on until you started moving around in there, which—” she cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “—That was really a surprise.”

“At least you kept your composure. I thought you were speaking clearly, at least. I didn’t have to say much at all.”

“Well… thank you. I guess it wouldn’t be public speaking without a distraction, right? I’m trying to get better at it. I’ve had, ah, some bad experiences with speaking in front of a class.”

“That gets a bit easier,” vee encouraged her. “I wasn’t too happy that so many classes assigned oral presentations for their final projects, but after a couple of years of studying here, I feel I’ve improved at least enough to do it when I have to. Just keep practicing!”

“Are you a sophomore? Junior?”

“A junior. Yourself?”

“I don’t exactly study here, um, officially. But I’ve been with Thorn about a year and a half, I think? I want to call him a dependable roommate, but this sort of thing…” She cast a withering look in the cat’s direction—he flashed her a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. “...Well, it happens way too often.”

“I take it he hasn’t taken many courses on applied magic?”

“Oh, he’s tried.”

“Hey, be nice!” he called over his sheet.

“What about you, Bowsie?”

“Oh, I’m majoring in Practical Enchantments! What I’m really passionate about is designing clothes—I realized how interesting fashion was partway through my sophomore year and switched—and I want to try to push the limits of what materials can be worked with, and what they can do!”

“Ooooh!! That’s fascinating, goodness! I mean, you might be able to tell, but,” she gestured broadly up and down at herself, “That’s a field with some personal relevance, haha.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude, but—”

“…Oh,” Thorn finally piped up again. “Well, okay, that’d do it.”

“What?” Lyra asked, exasperatedly.

“It’s, uh, a perfectly functional portal, but I forgot to… make it two-way?” The cat smiled sheepishly at her.

“So we’re just lucky your last mistake gave me a hollow inside.”

“Yeah, I guess so! Otherwise I might’ve gotten myself banned from a different type of spell entirely, ahaha… It, uh, it would’ve been hard to get all your stuffing clean.”

“Huh?!” The serpent squeaked, suddenly much less comfortable in the plushie’s soft interior.

“Oh, uh. Do you want out of there?” the tiger asked. Vee nodded emphatically. Lyra unzipped herself the rest of the way and held out a paw for the dragon to hold as vee hopped out of her chest, turning away from Thorn and now-intimately-familiar stranger to zip herself up. “Sorry about all this, by the way.”

“Well, it was no trouble. Luckily, I suppose,” vee added.

“Right! All’s well that ends well, right?” Thorn bombasted, moving the subject along. “Bolt dodged!”

“Yeah, and I didn’t have to scramble around to bail you out, this time,” retorted Lyra, an unimpressed look on her face.

“Oh, speaking of things I need you to do—”

“Thorn.”

“—did you happen to grab the key to my room?”

“Agghh,” she grunted, knowing where this was heading. “No!”

“Right, which is a problem, ‘cause you like to lock the door, and—”

“And you forgot it when you left?” She exclaimed. Thorn nodded, still doing kitty-cat eyes above his please-don’t-be-too-mad smile.

“I expected you to still be in there, so…”

“Unbelievable.”

“Well, hey, uh… While we wait for the housemistress to come by with a master key, we cooouuuld… watch the rest of the show?” He shrugged, putting on his best play at being disarmingly cute. Lyra was a little too used to it at this point for it to work. “How about you, Bowsie? You feel like joining us?”

“Um. Are the other acts going to go anything like this?”

“I sure hope not.”

This one was a bit of a format experiment—me and a friend (who would like to remain anonymous) were shooting for an "illustrated storybook" style here, and played around with thumbnails as a means of outlining a written story. The more I write with Lyra and Thorn the more I feel like an episodic structure would suit them well, so a series of short, fun books might be the direction I take with them. I hope you enjoyed it!! If you did, please check out my commissions sheet! This was partially driven by requests from my friend, who wanted to interact with my OCs; I'd be happy to work with you as well! =^w^=

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harrysrealgf · 1 year

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CINEMA

frat!harry x reader

summary: you and harry go watch a movie in theaters and rumors start going around in your college.

warnings: smut, 18+, slight sexual assault, public(ish) sex

--please be nice, I don't know how I feel about this bc I don't like writing smut!

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Harry was a stereotypical frat boy. He practically fucked the whole school. You still thought he was cute. You had to pretend you hated him though.

After you told your friends you thought he was cute they all said the same things, “He just wants to fuck,” or “He has 300 different STDS,” He was super cute and your friends couldn't deny that. He wasn't even cute, he was drop-dead gorgeous.

If he hadn't fucked almost the entire population of the school, you would fuck him.

You were in class and of course, you got teamed up with him for a project.

“Y/n and Harry,” your professor announces.

“Who's that?” He questions.

Your teacher points to you and you put your head down.

He taps his friend's arm with the back of his hand and smirks.

“Dudeeeee,” you whispered with your head still down.

After class, Harry came up to you.

“So, can we go to y’dorm?” he looked at you with lustful eyes.

“Oh absolutely, wouldn't want to sit on your cum stained, STD infested bed.”

“Y’wish your cum was stained on m’bed,” he sneered. “but just so y’know, I don't have STDS. I got tested last weekend.” He mocked.

“Mhm. And what does that say about you that you had to get tested?” You joked.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Can I get y’number though? Y’know so we can talk about the project.” He grinned.

“Yeah.” you gave him your phone.

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Harry: hey ;)

Y/n: don't do that

Harry: sooo can I cum over 2nite ;)

Y/n: ummmmmm if my roomies ok w it!

Harry: u shuld make sure she's not there 2nite

Y/n: kk

“Ally!” You called your friend you were blessed to have her as your roommate too.

“Hey!”

“Guess who’s number i got?” You bit your lip.

“Justin Timberlakes?” She joked

“Harrys.”

“Ooh shocker.. You know he just wants to get in your pants?”

“No its for a project.” You corrected her.

“He still wants to get in your pants,” She giggled. “He tried to get in mine,” she said softly.

“Okay, but he's so hot.” You smiled.

“You do you hon.”

“Well, could you make sure you’re not here from, tonight to tomorrow?” She fake smiled.

“Actually yes I could, but make sure his dick doesn’t get anywhere near my bed.”

“Will do!”

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There was a knock at your door. You got up from your bed and closed your laptop.

You opened the door to see Harry.

“Hi.” he says.

“Hi.” you move out of the way for him to walk in. “So my roommate says not to get your dick on her bed,” you shake your head. “But I told her nothing was going to happen.” things got awkward, fast.

“I mean...” he grinned.

You hit his chest. “Harry.”

“I'm jus’ saying! Y’are very beautiful... And a little birdie told me that y’thought I was cute...” his finger grazed over your lip. You were so close to giving in.

“N-no. H, no.”

“H?” he repeats. “I like that.” he bit his lip.

“Harry no stop.” you removed his hand from your face.

“I'm not gonna be one of these girls you fuck and forget about. We're here to do a project and that's it.” you walk and sit on your bed.

“Y’not one of those girls though.” he followed her to her bed and sat beside her.

“Then prove it. You didn't even know who I was.”

“Fine. Go on a date with me.” he sounded so serious but you knew he wasn't.

It took you a while to process that. “What?”

“Please. I know you like me ‘nd... I wanna take y’on a date.”

“You don't even know me though,” you said softly

“Then let m’get to.” you nodded.

“Fine. When?”

“Tomorrow at 8.”

“Where?”

“The movies?”

“What movie?”

”The Titanic’ is in theatres again... Wanna watch that?” he was serious.

“Sure..” you sounded unsure with your answer but you didn't believe him.

“Then it's a date.” you nodded. You smiled slightly. You just couldn't believe it.

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The day went by very fast, and before you knew it, it was time for your date.

Harry came and picked you up from your dorm. You and he were dressed casually.

I'd been like 20 minutes into the movie.

His hand went on your thigh slowly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but you didn't. He started to go up more and more until he was slightly touching your clothed core.

“Harry stop,” you speak softly. You weren't sure if you actually wanted him to stop.

He starts to rub you slightly.

“H.” you whisper. He still doesn't stop.

You slap his hand and stand up.

“Y/n, come on. Sit down.” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes and walked out.

You waited in the lobby for someone to answer your call.

Harry came out of the theatre and came up to you.

“Y/n I'm sorry.” he apologized

“Go away.”

“Please y/n. Let me take y’to your dorm.”

“That's the least you could do.”

You got into his car and he drove you back to the dorms.

Before you opened the door to get out he stops you.

“I'm sorry y/n. I like y’and I was just scared. I haven’t been in a real relationship since like middle school.” he really did sound sincere but you didn't believe him

“Whatever.” you leave the car and slam the door shut.

The next day everyone was looking at you weirdly. You instantly thought of Harry and he probably said something about you.

And you weren't completely wrong.

“Is it true?” some girl came up to you.

“Is what true?”

“You sucked off Harry at the cinema?”

“What?” you felt betrayed. “Who's saying that? Because its a not true.”

“Harrys telling everyone.”

A random frat came up to you and said “Me next?” he made the hand gesture of sucking.

You rolled your eyes and went to finish your day.

After the day you went to go look for harry.

You found him in an empty classroom almost looking like he was waiting for you.

“What the fuck are you doing telling people I sucked your filthy cock?”

He smirked at your dirty mouth.

“Don't know what y’talking about.” he lied.

“No, what is wrong with you?! Just because I wouldn't let you touch me in a public movie theatre gives you no right to make up rumors about me. Now I have multiple people coming up to me, giving me dirty looks, just because you think if stoop down that low to have your std-infested cock in my mouth.” you finished. Harry hasn't fucked anyone in weeks since he met you. He liked you a lot and he was just scared he wasn't lying but he didn't have to do it like that.

“If y’weren't such a goddamn bitch all the time I wouldn't have to.”

“You didn't have to in the first place!” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I fucking hate you.”

“Y’hate me?” he got closer to you. “Y’hate me?” he let out more sternly.

“Yes,” you said certainly.

“Fine, hate me all y’want. But I want you t’remember this the next time y’decide you hate me.” he kissed you deeply. You actually really enjoyed it. Maybe it was all this pent-up sexual frustration you had in you, or maybe it was just the fact you still liked Harry, but you didn't want him to stop.

You kissed him back and he removed your jeans and then your panties.

“I could feel y’getting so wet for m’at the movies, poor baby was just humiliated... Weren't you?” you nodded.

“I haven't fucked anyone since we started this project weeks ago. Y’know that right?” you shook your head. He removed his skinny jeans and boxers.

He put two fingers in you as you moaned. He put you on a table and fingered you more.

“Fuck, H.”

“Y’still hate me, baby?”

“So fucking much.” you moaned. “Fuck I'm gonna cum... H please more.”

“Y’want more fingers or m’cock?” he teased

“Y-your...” you moaned as you were about to cum. He could feel you clinching around his fingers and pulled out.

“My what?”

“Your cock... Please,” she says shyly.

“Hmm...” he thought.

“Please, Harry. I want your cock so bad.” she whimpered.

“What a good girl y’are. Begging for m’cock?” he shook his head.

He slowly entered his cock into you. He moaned as he did it faster.

“Oh God.” you were moaning because it felt so good, but hearing Harry moan made something inside you go crazy. You loved men who were loud in bed (even if we were in a classroom and not a bed)

“Y’cunt is so pretty.” he moans again “Prettiest pussy v’ever fucked.” you grunted madly.

“Because all you do is fuck sluts.” you said annoyed as he pounded into you harder.

“Should I have been fucking y’this whole time instead?” he bit his lip.

“Yes. It's so good.” you moaned.

“Yeah? Who's making y’feel this good hmm?” he teased.

“You.” you squeal.

“And who am I?” he licks his lips

“Harry.” she tries

“Try again.” he snickered

“D-daddy...”

“That's fucking right. Still hate me?” he asks while she whimpers and moans under him.

“Depends...”

“This is my fuckin pussy. Understand? No one else can fuck it but me.” she moaned louder.

“O-only if th-thats my cock.” she squeals. “Fuck I'm gonna come daddy.”

“Me too. Cum on m’cock baby.” she moans louder.

She cums on him and he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

You sat up “Th-thank you, H.”

“Anytime, just uh-- give me a call. And I meant what I said by the way. I really do like you, m’just not used to relationships.” he said putting his pants back on, and so did you.

“Is anyone in here?” a janitor said. The door was locked so she couldn't come in.

You and Harry look at each other and laugh.

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TXT CHOI LINE AS . . . MY CURRENT FAV RAMENS !!

🍜 ミ⁠●⁠﹏ ͘ ࣭⸰ SPICYSPICYSPICYSPICYSPICY!!!!

p — NONE | g — crack, slight fluff, j choi line headcanons | w — mentions of food, overall p bad bc this was just a random headcanon in my mind

a/n — yippie 😋😋 I love these ramens pls and this was a pure shower thought type headcanon lmfaoo 😭 there's no planning 4 this I hope you enjoy

YEONJUN — GEKIKARA RAMEN (EXTRA HOT)

starting off strong w/ my boy yeonjun 💪💪 look, if any of you haven't tried gekikara ramen, UMMMMMM. it's so good like.

it comes w two seasoning packets, a chili oil &a sugar and sesame seed type packet? I guess that's what makes it slightly sweet as well. you're supposed to combine everything in a bowl and throw the cooked noodles on top and mix, and the whole ramen and it's components reminded me sm of yeonjun 😭 because he's such a sweetheart, kind of like the sugary sesame seasoning, but then the occasional chili oil that slaps you in the face and you're like, “damn. yeonjun is fine asf.”

the overall taste isn't too spicy, there's a balance of everything and it's really delicious. which also reminds me sm when yeonjun performs on stage. he so flawlessly executes the entire choreography, you can tell this guy knows his shit, the way he distributes his energy throughout his entire body and knows how to captivate the audience at the same time ✋✋ jeogiyo noona yeonjun 🫦

shameless promo go try this ramen. (and try yeonjun if u can. ok I'll stop sorry.)

SOOBIN — ORIGINAL SAMYANG RAMEN

this one's got a soup base, and it says a lot that soobin is the only one out of these three who gets associated with a soupy ramen.

when you think soupy, you think comfort, you think relaxing, like a warm bowl on a cold day. the flavoring isn't anything that hits you and you're crying and reaching for a cold glass of water, but instead it's like, “wow, I could get used to this.” it's slightly salty, but you won't taste that unless you've boiled the soup down to a certain consistency where the seasoning is concentrated.

the veggies really add to the flavor too— like they have a certain aroma that they bring to the ramen. every clip I've seen of soobin when he's not performing is always something that makes me feel so happy, I'm always smiling at the screen until my mom looks at me like 🤨❓he's got such a cheerful aura to him, where he's super soft and cuddly, despite being like 6'1 ‼️‼️‼️ (😵‍💫😵‍💫)

there's this one clip of him where they're playing the headphone screaming game (LMFAO IDK WHAT ITS CALLED), and the word was “i love you” in korean, and he was so happy when he figured it out that he was screaming “I LOVE YOU? I LOVE YOU !!” like so happily n’ pouty, and I couldn't stop giggling and feeling so nice inside. and that's why I paired him with a soupy ramen 😋😋

try it, it's yummy yum yum

BEOMGYU — BULDAK (2X)

finally we have buldak. last but OH HO HO (🎅❓) DEFINITELY NOT THE FUCKING LEAST 😭😭 a dipshit. an asswipe. can you see that I love beomgyu.

ironically, buldak is my fav ramen out of these three. my family's banned me from consuming it like thrice (before they conveniently forget ab said ban &the cycle starts again) because it's SO unhealthy for you— and even I agree. me, certified buldak lover. and beomgyu biaser.

it's just so spicy but I've had it sm, I'm used to it so it doesn't burn my bootyhole anymore— and the characteristic of “spicy until you're crying and screaming pain” is so beomgyu. countless clips of this boy where he's annoying the fuck out of everyone, and I want to be like on the side of everyone being annoyed and be like “so true he's so annoying UGH 🙄” but I can't help but giggle because I find it cute.

he's such a little shit, I love watching it on screen. that's also another reason I put out so many cocky!beomgyu fics because I can't get enough of this boy being the biggest, hottest douchebag anyone's ever seen.

and I know it's been like 3 years since blue hour era but I still have NOT gotten over beomgyu mocking yeonjun's line— it was esp hilarious 4 me because I started doing that right before I saw the clip too 😭 so maybe I'm beomgyu coded, who knows.

but anyway, beomgyu, buldak, delicious but painful, don't eat it if you have a weak stomach 🤧🤧

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny @kdyism @neotism @bluejaem @radiorenjun @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi @bangchansbae

I’d appreciate if you’d give me a little feedback on the drabble if you read, whether it’s an ask, a reply or in the tags of the rb! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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