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1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

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thenextdawn-backup · 1 year

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Jealousy

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: request here

Warnings: slight angst

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

Writing this when I’m shadow banned. Motivation’s a bit low, but I hope you still like this 🖤✨

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You never really knew when you became friends with Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday Addams, the girl everyone was kinda scared of and that would barely talk with no one. But somehow at some point you two had ended up talking over some common interests, like the topic of death, gore stuff and all like that. It felt weird to her, finally having someone with the same humor and with the same interests as her, but she was comfortable whenever she was around you. That feeling of comfort soon transformed into something stronger, at least from you. It was clear to everyone, maybe even to Wednesday, that you didn’t know. All you knew was that you liked her so much.

Recently you had been helping her even with the monster investigation. You would help each other with connecting the dots, figuring out its attack pattern and why it was doing it and if his victims were planned or not, but nothing really seemed to make sense in the beginning. However if you thought things were being easy, there was someone that didn’t see it like you did. Xavier Thorpe. Ever since Wednesday showed up at Nevermore he had never left the ravenette alone - or at least he tried to - he just was so interested in her and he didn’t want to let go even if it was pretty clear that the shorter girl wanted nothing to do with him.

Each time he’d go ask her to spend time with him, she always replied with “I can’t I have plans with (Y/N)” , “Me and (Y/N) are going out looking for clues” and stuff like this. Fun fact was, none of this was an excuse. I mean it partly was, but it was true. She always had something planned with you, always. Hell you even invited her to go to the Rave’n with you! However all of this made the boy really nervous and jealous, to the point where he’d start mocking you in class, or animated his drawing of insects which he knew you were scared of, but you knew it were just drawings, so you never really minded that. He was showing how ridiculous he was.

“(Y/N) for one evening could you please not make plans with Wednesday? I would really like to hang out with her. Alone, that is.” He specified, which made the hair in the back of your neck stand up. “I’m sorry Xavier but we both have priorities. And you’re not one of them” he scoffed and crossed his arms “you do realize that she’s only using you right?” He said, you knew this was a lousy attempt to make you angry. “Yeah well, she might be using me but at least she wants to spend time with me outside that, too” you said, knowing he wasn’t getting even that. You hoped he’d leave you alone after this but of course he wouldn’t. “Yours it’s a one sided relationship and you’ll see that soon.” He kept on adding to it. “Even if it is? Why do you care? You’re just jealous she likes spending time with me instead of you.” You finished your speech.

There weren’t many people there in the quad, but the ones that were there turned to look at you two. “Friends you say? Yeah well tell her how you feel about her and let’s see how good of friends you’ll be then!” He snapped. Amongst those few people was Wednesday too. You stayed quiet at what he had just yelled, and when you turned around you saw everyone looking at you, including the ravenette girl you were just talking about. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know if to tell her how you felt as you looked at her and she did the same, looking at you with what could be described as surprise.

You were too panicked to tell her what you felt right now, you had to walk away. “Fuck you” you told Xavier as you left the school. “You’re pathetic!” He said but you ignored him and left, going towards the woods. “(Y/N), wait-“ you heard what you thought was Wednesday protest behind you, but you were blinded by rage and only proceeded to storm towards the woods. You had been keeping feelings in for so many times, too scared to tell her everything and now Xavier had to come and ruin it all for you just because he was jealous? He even called you pathetic!

You weren’t going to stand down and let him call you pathetic, you just weren’t going to. You needed to show him and everyone else that you weren’t as pathetic as he said. How were you going to do it though? The only way was to catch the hide and fight him. You could outpower him after all, and no one knew about that. Your telekinesis was so strong to make someone’s brain explode, even if you always limited it. How were you going to find him though? You just had to wait and see if he came out at some point.

You stayed hours in the woods but when night came, you started hearing growling. Of course he’d mostly attack at night, because no one can actually “see” him or well, who it was. You and Wednesday had found out it was human, and you just wanted to defeat him and find the person. Soon enough the monster approached you and just as he was about to hurt you, you shot him away with your telekinesis “you’re not gonna hurt me you bastard” you sent him against a tree. You didn’t though realize that when you used too much of your power, it would drain you of all your energies..

The monster wasn’t getting tired, he was just getting angrier and you were getting weaker, he started getting you a few good hits, but never damaging you too much. At one point you got so angry that you smashed him repeatedly against the floor until he ran away. After that you collapsed on the ground and before you could pass out Wednesday caught you. She had arrived just in time, she saw you smash him repeatedly and she caught you before you could hit your head. You had passed out in her arms and she and her friends took you to the infirmary.

When you woke up jolting, you slowly took awareness of your surroundings and saw Wednesday. You relaxed a bit and laid back down, massaging your temples for the terrible headache. “You were brave there, in the woods.” She started as she looked at you. Her eyes conveyed emotions and you were sure of that, but you couldn’t decipher what emotions. “Thanks, I guess. I was just trying to prove you that I’m not as pathetic as Xavier said.” You said, and taking advantage of the room being empty, Wednesday moved closer to you. “You didn’t have to, (Y/N)” she reassured you, taking your hand. “I’m not sure why, but I like you. Your presence is enough, you don’t need to prove me anything” she said, surprisingly smiling at you.

Her smile, god she looked gorgeous. You had never seen the girl smile before today and she looked so pretty. You squeezed her hand and slightly pulled her in closer. You saw her hesitate before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You reciprocated and caressed her cheek. “Not a word to anyone about this” she said as she lightly pulled back from you. Her sentence made you laugh at her words, before nodding and pulling her in for another kiss.

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nfr-girly · 3 months

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Little Hope - Bradley Bradshaw x reader (Part 3)

a/n: this one’s a little longer, not sure wether to make part 4 the last part or part 5, but hope you like it! x

part 1 part 2

Hope had settled in nicely to pre-school. She had made a good amount of friends and Bradley’s nerves were completely gone upon seeing how happy she was.

Every now and then Bradley and Y/N would talk, usually either about Hope, or the Navy. Bradley cherished the few minutes they spent talking, as he knew he would never be able to go any further with them.

Y/N knew it was unprofessional to have a crush on a parent, she had tried to get over her little crush on him, but every time he walked in she could feel herself fall even more.

Your POV

As im sorting out my classroom, a few of my students, including Hope, colour as they wait for their parents. Today Hopes uncle, technically family friend, is picking her up today. So I didn’t glam up as much as I usually did..

“Mavvy!! Hope runs up to the man, who I assume is Maverick, and hugs him.

“Hey kiddo!! Listen you and me have got a fun day planned, me and Penny are gonna get you some ice cream, then we’ll take you to the beach. That sound good?”

“uhuh” she nodded

I walk over to maverick and shake his hand

“Hi I’m Hopes teacher, you must be Maverick?”

“Yeah well my real names Pete but thats my call sign, everyone calls me it. Nice to meet you” he says shaking my hand back.

“I’ll just go grab Hopes things for you!” I walk over to Hopes peg, before I hear some whispering

“Hey kid, is she the one your dad’s always talking about?”

I pause in my steps. The one your dads always talking about? He wasn’t talking about me? Right?

“Yep, daddy was right Miss L/N is very pretty. I think he has a crush on her.” Hope whispers that last part a lot quieter, but I still hear it.

“Well I think you need to start playing Cupid”

Hope gasps in excitement. Redness fills my cheeks as I try to comprehend the conversation I unintentionally eavesdropped in.

I realise I’ve been stood at the peg for way too long, and quickly grab her things and walk over.

“Here’s hopes things, are you doing anything nice this weekend?” I bend down to hopes height so she doesn’t have to look up.

“Yep, my dad and uncle mavvy are taking me to the beach, they’re going to play football.”

“Well that sounds like a lot of fun!”

“You know Y/N if you’d like you can come to watch! It’s mostly boys but there is a woman named natasha. I’m sure you guys would get along.”

“Yes please miss L/N please come!!” Hope jumps up and down in excitement

I pick myself back up and think. Would it be weird to go? I am Hopes teacher after all. But I suppose I couldn’t miss out on such a generous invitation.

“Okay sure! Which area of the beach is it? I’ll get an uber there” I ask

“Oh no we can pick you up. What’s your address?”

I gave him my address and we specified I meet them outside my apartment at 9.

“Thanks so much again for the invitation. I’ll see you then. Bye hope!” I wave at them as they walk towards their car. Did I make a mistake? Probably. Did I care? No.

The next day: Saturday

I’m deciding what to wear to the beach. I can’t put on much revealing. Hopes gonna be there, so will Bradley. I decide to go with shorts, and a short sleeve top.

I get a text from maverick that they’re outside. I can only assume Bradley’s there in the car with them. God what is he doesn’t know I’m coming? He’ll be so weirded out by me. What am I doing??

Bradley’s POV

Maverick comes to a stop next to an apartment building, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Hey why are we stopping?”

“To pick up miss L/N” Hope yells out before Pete can get a word in. But my heart stops.

What did she mean we’re here to pick up Y/N?

“Wait what? Pete what’s she talking about?” I started to get annoyed, but also worried. Pete knew about my stupid crush on Y/N. I didn’t think he’d do something about it though.

“Listen, you and me both know you aren’t gonna do shit about your feelings for that girl. So me and Hope decided to invite her to the game. She’s only watching and on the plus side she could watch Hope.”

“What and you didn’t even ask me first?” I ask, starting to get frustrated

“You can act mad, but are you gonna pretend that you aren’t thrilled about actually being able to talk to her for more than 5 seconds?”

Despite my frustration. That shut me up quick.

“She’s here!!” I hear Hope squeal out. I turn my head to the right and see her. Oh my god..

“I’ll go help her with her bags” Pete says before getting out.

I would protest to do it myself, but I’m caught in a trance and I can’t get out. Was it possible for any woman to be that beautiful?

She had decided to wear shorts with a top. Did she know how cute she looked? I snap out of my trance when I realise she has just gotten into the car.

I turn my head to look at her and she looked at me. No words were spoke yet we said so much. She smiled at me before smiling at hope

“Hello Hope how are you doing?” She asked

“I’m okay, you look really pretty miss L/N”

“Aw thank you very much, you look pretty too, I love your bow”

Hope giggled and y/n smiled and then turned to me

“Hey Bradley, how are you?” She asked

I take a moment to conjure up my thoughts, not processing what she had just asked me, being too fixated on her

“Oh uh- yeah sorry I’m great thanks, y-you look great by the way” I immediately regret asking that and internally slapped myself

Her cheeks go red for a moment before responding

“Oh- thank you um, you don’t look too bad yourself” she smiles, suddenly becoming shy

“Okay we ready to hit the road?” Pete asks putting his seatbelt on

We all nod and he starts driving. God. What am I going to do?

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rainydayz-nstuff · 7 months

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Hiya! Are you taking requests? If so Can I ask for a Finn fic where his s/o is Bubblegum's younger sister? Like Neddy she was hidden from the world until him and Jake accidentally met her. I would love how it blossom.

THANK YOU! I’m always taking requests! (until like… the end of October due to school reasons)

Here is Finn meeting his future s/o, who is also the secret sister to Princess Bubblegum.

Finn and Jake had always done odd tasks for not only for Princess Bubblegum, but many other royals and people of the Land of Ooo.

But this quest was one of the oddest ones yet.

Bubblegum had given Finn one of her holo-pendants which held a map. That map would guide the two heroes through the unkept cavern underneath the Candy Kingdom, ones that they never knew existed.

But the problem was, she never specified what she wanted them to retrieve.

With a single push on a brick, a secret passage opened up and Bubblegum ushered the two boys inside.

“Follow the map exactly the way it says to go. No shortcuts, no breaking down walls. We can’t have anything happen to these caverns.”

She tried to explain shortly and efficiently before leaving quickly.

“D’you remember what PB wanted us to get? I mean, we know where to go but what is this for?” Jake broke the silence while glancing up at Finn.

Finn hummed while holding up the glowing pendant. It’s bright pink hologram showed their two dots walking down a dotted path. At the end was a large room with an X over it.

“I… I can’t remember. I think it was something… pink? Or was it red? Whatever it is, she really needed us for it.” His enthusiasm made Jake crack a small smile.

While staring at the map, a sudden dot flickered in the corner. Finn stopped and just stared at the flickering mark.

Finn’s dot was a blue, Jake’s was a green, and this odd one was a bright yellow. It flickered before slowly moving around. It was way off track where the boys were supposed to go, but whatever it was it seemed like no good.

“What is that? Maybe…” Finn gasped. “Maybe it’s someone doing shady biz down here! I mean, nobody else knows about this place so something must be up”

Jake nodded eagerly. “Yeah! Let’s go find this thing!”

The two started to sprint down the long hall before they took a sharp right, which was way off from where they were supposed to go.

They found themselves standing in front of a door. But unlike the rest of the place, this area seemed cleaned and taken care of. No moss growing, no cracked stone, and no signs of damage anywhere.

The two boys looked at the hologram and they saw that whatever was inside had stopped completely.

They gave each other a knowing look before nodding. They then kicked down the door. Their battle cries echoed in the room while they posed, ready to fight. Finn had his sword unsheathed while Jake’s fists grew to be giant.

Time seemed to freeze when the door was kicked open.

Finn’s eyes were wide as he stared at the Candy girl who had a stack of papers in her arms. Her soft eyes were wide and her gummy hair bounced around when her head whipped around.

His lips trembled and his face grew warm. Whoever this girl was pretty and seemed to be no threat to him, to anyone in that matter. She wore a long dress which opened up fuller at the bottom, the skirt spread around on the floor.

It was a baby pink color with see-through sleeves which made her style seem airy and innocent.

Her lips pressed thinly while she stared at the two in horror. Her pink brows furrowed while she shakily opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Jake glanced at the two, sensing a weird connection between the two. He backed away slowly while Finn suddenly dropped his sword.

It clanged against the ground and his stance softened. The girl flinched at the sound and her legs shook while she took a step back.

Finn stepped forward while he gave the girl a crooked smile.

“H…. Hi-“

“WHO ARE YOU?!”

Her sudden outburst made Finn freeze while her papers fell to the ground. She had her right hand raised to point right at him in an accusing way.

“I’m-“

“Who are you?!”

Every time Finn tried to speak, the girl kept repeating the same question. She kept going till she backed up and slipped on a piece of paper.

Finn rushed over and was about to help her, but he too slipped on the papers.

They both groaned in pain while Finn propped himself up on his arms. He stared at her face which was even more pretty up close.

The blush appeared in his face again before he started to stutter. “Hi… I’m Finn. And you are?”

The girl sat up slowly while leaning back on her hands. She licked her lips and tried to soothe her dry throat. “I am Princess Y/n, second in line to the Candy Kingdom.”

Her voice was filled with authority, but her body language showed that she was nervous and frightened.

“Wow… you’re really pretty…” Finn melted at her voice. Her face also heated up and he snapped back to reality realizing what he said. “I didn’t mean that! I-well you are pretty! But we just met, and this is… I’m sorry”

Y/n stared at him while he rambled before she tried to cover a giggle. “Pfff!” She failed, and then her laugh echoed in the room.

Now getting a better look, the room was spacious and filled with instruments, art, and books. In the corner was a neatly made bed with a crown sitting on the pillow.

Finn slowly blink before he stood and offered a hand to the girl. “Second in line?” Her raised a brow while giving her a charming grin.

Y/n slowly grabbed his hand, her pink hand darkening under his tanned skin. She allowed him to help herself up.

“Yes, my sister is Princess Bubblegum. You must know who she is, right?”

Jake strolled back in, his hand going around to show his shocked nature. “Woah! Woah, woah, woah! Sister?! PB has another sibling?!” He yelled, his mind exploding from shock.

Y/n smiled. “Yes! And that means you know about Neddy!” Her hands pressed together while she grinned widely.

She then let out a gasp. “Oh, I do know you both. You’re Finn the human , and you’re Jake his magic dog! My sister talks about you all the time.”

Her eyes widened before she bent down and started to go through the fallen pieces of paper. She sat up tall once she found the one she was looking for.

On a single page was a very detailed drawing of what Finn and Jake might have looked like, just based off of her sisters tales. Finn’s picture made him look a little older than he looked while Jake’s made him look more like an ordinary dog than a magic one.

“Sorry if they’re bad, I’ve never really seen other people before…” She blushed while scratching the back of her neck.

Finn’s eyes lit up and he grabbed the picture. “Are you kidding?! This is mathmatical!” He cheered before hugging it close. “I love it!!”

Almost a year had passed since Y/n was introduced to the real world. The one she was meant to live in.

Being locked underground for years wasn’t good for her, mentally and physically.

The one thing she couldn’t take her eyes off every single day was the stars.

She never saw them in person until months after returning to the surface. Her eyes reflected all of the small and big lights in the sky.

Finn remembers the look on her face because he was the one to surprise her with them.

Now every night, no matter the weather, inside or outside, she stares at the stars that tell her different stories.

Her back laid on a cold grass, her candy hair sprawled out while she smiled contently. “Look at that one! Next to the Little Dipper.” She pointed up eagerly.

Finn followed her finger and he grinned. “I don’t think I’ve seen such a bright star.” He smiled before looking at her.

Her eyes stayed on the stars while he stared at her. Of course Finn had fallen for the sister of his original crush. But things were different.

He was older now and realized that this girl was meant for him, and he hoped she felt the same.

“It’s so pretty…” She whispered to herself, but Finn always heard her voice.

He stared at her awe-struck face while a blush softened his cheeks. “Yeah…. Really pretty…”

Y/n didn’t notice his gaze, but she intentionally scooted closer and laid her head near his chest while continuing to stare at the sky.

A faint smile ghosting her lips while she felt comfortable against the young hero.

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!!! Thank you for requesting!!!

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rosewould · 2 years

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perception; syj

pairing; eric x reader

words; 3.3k

genre; friends to lovers, smut

warnings; regular whore shit, unprotected sex

preface; My fav work in a while, lemme know if you enjoyed it!

"Okay okay. Let's pretend for a second that we weren't friends." Kevin says, regaining his composure after laughing.

"No! The answer's still no! I wouldn't date you if you were a girl!" Eric erupts in protest and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"That's not what I was going to say!"

Holding his arms out, he signals for the rest of you to settle down. You, Jacob, and Eric finally settle in your seats, stomachs hurting from laughing.

"This question isn't for you anyway, traitor." Kevin narrows his eyes at Eric.

"How is not wanting to date you as a girl being a traitor?"

Kevin ignores Eric's question, eyes landing on you.

"This question is for ___."

Your eyes go wide as the attention suddenly shifts to you. "I wouldn't date you either-"

"That's NOT my question." Kevin cuts you off. "My question is that if we were never friends, would you find me attractive?" You roll your eyes, the three of you collectively groan. Kevin looks around, confused at the reaction.

"What- It's a genuine question!"

"Yes, Kevin. Literally all idols are objectively attractive." You deadpan as if on autopilot.

"No no no. Not objectively. I mean if you had never met me, would you look at me and say "man I want a piece of that." or no?"

The question was certainly crossing a dangerous boundary. A simple yes could change your relationship forever. You all know good and well that all of you wouldn't stop thinking about the prospect of dating one another.

"Kevin, you're always asking weird questions like that." Jacob scolds as he slaps Kevin's shoulder. Kevin hisses and he caresses the afflicted area.

"You guys are both lying if you say you're not curious too." He looks pointedly at both Jacob and Eric. They both look at each other before looking back at Kevin, then you.

"You know what? Yeah, I would." You admitted.

To you it wasn't an issue. He specified that it was before you got to know him, and that was crucial enough to not make your answer relationship altering. The boys begin oohing at your answer. You shrug.

"You know what that means Kevin." Eric teases, smirking at him.

"Absolutely nothing. Now I know that he's Kevin." You chuckle as Kevin reacts in disbelief.

"All of you are fake." Kevin slowly pans his finger around at each of you.

"How about me?" Jacob asks, huge smile on his face.

"Definitely. You give off husband material vibes." Jacob gasps, his smile growing wider. Kevin scoffs, leaning back in his chair.

"Why are you flattered? You know this means she doesn't think that anymore, right?"

Jacob's face falls, furrowing his brows at you. "Why is that, ___?"

"Well... your vibes are more mom-ish now, so." You trail off, looking to the side. Kevin and Eric burst into laughter, pointing at Jacob mockingly. Jacob clutches his heart dramatically.

"Me next!" Eric says excitedly. Your heart thumps more prominently in your chest. Just like the others, you reminisce on the first time you saw Eric. Looking at every member in this group was down right mouth watering, but Eric? It was like he checked off all your boxes. And when he smiled? It made your heart skip a beat everytime. You wished you could say your feelings changed after you got more acquainted.

"Aw. Baby Youngjae." You pout as you ruffle his hair. The other two snort before Eric flicks your hand off his head.

"You're always treating me like a kid. And you're not even a full year older than me!" He points accusingly as he remembers your birth date. You remember how betrayed he felt when he found out your actual age. It didn't take long for him to get over it, though. Soon, the two of your were inseparable. Your close age allowed you to get along with him more than Jacob and Kevin.

His personality and humor meshed with yours perfectly. As Eric put it once, it was like you were soulmates. You remembered how hot your ears got when he said it. Thankfully, he didn't notice. You were pretty much screwed now.

"You're still younger than me." You tease, grinning him. He glares back, jaw jutting outwards.

"That's not fair. You answered both of them-"

"Fine! I thought you were attractive too." You admit.

Eric tries to fight back a smile as the other two 'ooh' again. You roll your eyes, ignoring the pounding of your heart. Admitting that to Eric made you feel significantly more vulnerable.

"Okay so why am I not attractive anymore?" Eric tilts his head, awaiting a response you didn't have. Hanging with Eric was loads of fun, so that why you constantly did so. That wasn't the only reason, however. You couldn't get him off your mind. You thought about him every night, including when you...

"Because you're annoying!" You try and laugh to disguise your growing nervousness. To your chagrin, you can feel your cheeks start to heat up.

"That's so rude- are you blushing?"

You cover your cheeks with your hands after Eric points it out.

"She is!" The boys laugh and point, this time at you.

"Stop! It's just because the alcohol is kicking in!" The coolness as your fingers are no match for your searing skin.

"Liar. You literally said you weren't going to drink so you wouldn't get hungover." Eric teases. You look over at him and he smirks back. Your shy reactions amused him greatly. You couldn't tell if it was because he found them silly, or because you exposed how you truly felt. He must've felt so cocky right now. He was the only one to get this reaction out of you.

"Fuck you Kevin." You take off your hat and throw it at him. He dodges it, still laughing.

"It's not my fault you have a crush on Eric." Kevin makes a kissy face at you, and you're looking for another thing to throw.

The rest of the evening was excruciating. Consisting of Eric staring at you with a stupid smirk, and you feeling too embarrassed to speak.

"Okay I'm going to bed now." Jacob announces.

"No! Just thirty more minutes." Kevin begs. You all know it's going to be a long time before you all get to just hangout like this.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna fall asleep in my chair if I stay here any longer." Jacob groggily stands up from his chair and exits Eric's room.

"If Jacob's leaving, I'm leaving too." Kevin chases after Jacob who's walking pretty fast for someone who claims to be tired. "Oh, and you guys better not suck face or I'll tell mom." Kevin peeks back in the room before finally closing the door.

You narrow your eyes at the door. Kevin's such an idiot. As you turn your head, you realize Eric’s looming over you. You lean back as much as you can but your head hits the wall. His nose grazed yours as he stared into your eyes.

"W-what're you doing?" You stammer.

"Just seeing something." He leans back a bit to properly examine your face. "Look at you freaking out."

"Anyone would be caught off guard if another person's face was that close." You insist unconvincingly.

"Bullshit, you think I'm hot don't you?"

Before you could answer, he's leaning back in, hands resting on the arms of your chair. He tilts his head to the side as his eyes burn into you. You swallow hard, and you're sure he saw it.

"You're so cute right now." Eric chuckles. "Very kissable."

"Okay that's enough." You laugh awkwardly as you stand up. You freeze, a hostage under his gaze. The way his eyes flicker down to your lips makes you squirm.

"What? Don't you wanna kiss? Just to see what happens, nothing serious." He grabs your hands, thumbs rubbing into your skin.

"Wanna?" He suggests as if it's an innocent request. Well, it isn't super explicit either. It's just a kiss. Just to see what happens. You nod slowly and he smiles. He leans in, eyes trained on your lips. His lips graze yours slightly.

Every part of your skin that his touches feels like it's on fire. His nose sliding past yours. Hands tenderly caressing. Soft lips lightly brushing against each other. Your eyes flutter close as his lips finally interlock with yours. He tastes sweet, it's addictive. You dive in again shamefully quick. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He drops your hands, opting to wrap his arms around your waist. He hugs you tightly and deepens the kiss. Lips chasing after each other with growing hunger. What was sweet, curious, and somewhat innocent turned into a deep yearning. A yearning for something more sinful.

The sin you both had in mind became more evident as you felt him grind into you, followed by you moaning softly. Eric pulls back suddenly and your hand flies to cover your mouth.

His eyes drink in your bewildered appearance. His eyes are dark, lips parted slightly.

"I want more..." He admits quietly. The room remains quiet, but you both understand completely. Eric crashes his lips against yours as he pushes you against the wall. You part your legs slightly, allowing him to push even closer into you.

The more he grinds into you, the dirtier the kiss gets. Tongues licking and sliding against each other. Lips slick and swollen. Teeth nipping at any skin they could find. You knew better than to leave marks on his skin, but he could leave as much of a reminder as he wanted. A reminder that he was the only one out of twelve that made you like this.

His teeth nipping and sucking at your neck felt euphoric. You throw your head back, tugging at his hair.

"That feels so good." You drag the words out, shivering at the sensation. He works more enthusiastically at your neck, leaving wet kisses over the surface. He grinds his hardening member right into your core. The feeling turns your knees to jello.

You squeeze your hands in between your bodies. Tugging at the hem of his jeans, you hope he gets the message. He keeps his lips attached to your neck as he unbuttons his jeans. He frantically unzips them and shoves them down. His jeans and underwear pool at his ankles, his half-hard member exposed. He steps out of them before looking at you expectantly.

Looking down, your mouth waters at the sight of his thick member. Your mouth is dry as you reach your hand towards it. You wrap your hand firmly around the shaft. He reacts immediately, a muffled moan sounding against the apex of your neck and shoulders. He squeezes your sides.

"More." He whines before lifting his head to plant a kiss on your jaw. You begin stroking as you kiss his lips again. He bucks into your hand, whispering something incoherent against your lips. His hunger to feel you, taste you-- to do anything and everything was getting to be insatiable. He moans lewdly against your lips, hips jerking into your hand.

"Mm... wanna have you already."

For a second you thought you were the only one pathetic and needy. As he mumbled those words against your lips, you realized he was as desperate for you as you were for him. The realization made you want to stop jerking him off and let him inside you, but his whines and the desperate look on his face was addictive. You could watch him pitifully pine for pleasure all day.

"I... I like seeing you like this Jae." You whisper as you look up into his eyes. His cock twitches and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

"I love when you call me that." Eric admits with a crooked grin. He places his hands on either side of your head, leaning against the wall. Eric had told you this once before. After calling him Youngjae to tease him because you thought it was a cute name, it naturally shortened to Jae. No one had ever called him that before you. He was only Jae for you, just like how he was only like this for you. "I daydreamed about this, your hands wrapped around me." He states breathily.

You shudder at the confession. It was impossible not to smile as you felt immensely relieved. You weren't alone in your torment. You glide your hand up and down his cock faster, watching as his eyes flutter close. His pretty lips are parted slightly, letting out little gasps and groans. His hair hangs away from his face, showing his thick and furrowed eyebrows. Eric doesn't want you to stop, but he also doesn't want to cum from your fist. His hips jerk forward again at the thought of spreading open your pretty, wet cunt with his cock. He presses his lips together, a moan reverberating against his mouth.

"Please let me feel you." He begs as his hand scoop your face up. He kisses you tenderly, exhaling deeply through his nose. "I wanna feel you so bad." He was panting, the desperation in his eyes growing stronger. Wordlessly, you pull your panties down under your skirt. You step out of them and when you look back up, he's tugging at himself, eyes trained on your discarded panties.

Standing back up, you grab one of his arms and wrap it around your waist. He lets go of his now fully hard member to wrap his other arm around you. "Ready?" He says and you look at him in confusion. "Jump."

You do as he says and he wraps your legs around his hips. You gasp as you feel his tip poking against your heat.

"Are you- mmph-!" He stops mid sentence as his tip pushes beyond your slick folds, prodding against your swollen hole. A shallow thrust sends you reeling when he nearly pushes inside you. His hands grip your ass hard before he pushes you flush against the wall again. His teeth are grazing your neck as he barrels into you. You let out an especially loud moan and he hurriedly covers your mouth.

"If they find out we'll never hear the end of it."

It's probably too late, but the two of you hold out hope. His hips smack against yours. The room fills with the sound of your muffled moans and his breathy grunts. That with a mixture of his skin slapping against yours has your eyes rolling back. His cock is fucking up into you at an angle that makes you almost salivate. You slide up and down the wall slightly as he relentlessly thrusts into you. Puffs of hot breath fan across your neck before wet and sloppy kisses take their place.

"So fucking tight-- I'm gonna lose my mind." He growls into your ear as his fingernails dig into your ass. He licks a long stripe up your neck and you whimper. He's toying with you, figuring out what makes you tick by kissing, nipping, and licking your neck. His thrusts slow down as focuses on your reactions. The way your body trembles when he presses kitten licks into your neck. The way you snap your hips against him when he nips your skin. The way a moan resonates against his hand and your walls clench when he sucks at a specific spot. Jackpot.

The pace of his hips are back to normal as he bucks up into you. Your body bounces on top of him, breasts bouncing underneath your shirt. He can feel your hard nipples brushing against his chest. Salacious moans leak out of his mouth as he continues to assault that sweet spot on your neck. It's a good thing you're pinned against the wall with your legs locked in place or else you'd be a spineless mess on the floor. Your whimpers are pathetic and pleading while you experience mind numbing pleasure in two different areas. He unclamps his hand from around your mouth and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls them to meet his.

"Ah~ you feel so perfect baby."

You hum in response. The light and airy moans that float into your ears make you clench around him. You're so tight around him that it feels like you're sucking him into you. His moans grow in volume, matching the rhythm of his hips. He grabs your hips and shifts you into a different position. You let out a sharp gasp as he starts rocketing into your g-spot. "Fuck-!" You try to keep your voice down now that your mouth is free. It was impossible to stay quiet when his stiff dick is buried inside of you, snug within your sopping walls. You let out weak and strangled noises as you dig your nails into his back. You feel a ripple of pleasure rip through you before your stomach tightens.

"Jae... 'm gonna..." You eyes roll back into your head as you wrap your arms around him tightly. You pull your bodies flush together, trying to get as close as you can. You can feel his firm chest pressing into you. He pulls away from your neck, fully focused on making you cum. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Do it for me. Only for me." He whispers as he looks into your eyes. "The fact that I'm the only one that does this to you... I could come just thinking about it." He pecks you softly before watching you again. You lock your legs around him, coils deep inside you compressing. You shove your hips into his, enjoying the feeling of your bodies slamming against each other. He pushes his hand between your bodies and under your skirt. He starts applying pressure and your vision goes white. The hard circles he rubs into it causes the coils to snap.

"Fuck fuck fuck--!" You exclaim as you pull his hips against yours. Your legs lock him in place as your cunt spasms around him. You shudder, spewing profanities and shivering moans as you come down. His fingers are still abusing your swollen clit and it makes you jerk against him. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You hungrily kiss him back, tongues massaging each other. He begins to move again and you're a whining mess. He carries you over his bed and lays you on your back at the edge of it. He pushes your legs up so that they're on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses you again. His hips are slow as they roll into yours. Both your lips are swollen as you continue to suck on each other's. He sucks on your tongue and you're ready to cum again already.

"Feels so fucking good... wanna cum inside." He mumbles with interjections of moans that resonated from deep inside him. His hips slam down onto yours as he moans loudly. "I'm gonna cum baby."

You clench around him and he hisses. He presses his fingers into your legs until his knuckles turn white. He bottoms out, filling you to the brim as he kisses you. His hips are getting less precise and his moans more whiny. "You're the only girl who's ever made me like this."

He mumbles incoherent praises as he shoots ribbons cum into you. His moans are near sobs while his hips snap to yours so hard that your hips are bouncing off the mattress. The sound of his desperate moans and the feeling of him pushing so deep makes you bite your lips. "Only you."

He slams into you one last time and you're both seeing white. He collapses on top of you, head buried into your neck. You laugh as you push your legs around his shoulders and drop them on the bed. They're absolutely tired to the point of being numb. You wrap your arms around Eric.

"So... what now?" You whisper, eyes darting around the room.

"Shh, I'm trying to sleep."

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kaylinlmao · 1 year

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Hey can you write a story about the Yandere tbp boys bumping into your parents and telling them there The readers Boyfriends? (Fem! reader please!)

You don’t have to write if you don’t want to!

Sure. I decided instead of Y/N, from now on I'll use Aria Jaxson as the OC name. I like that name better. It means air. Like, pretty!

Aria's POV

"Can we meet your parents?" I heard that question and tensed up. "Why?" I asked. "Well, we've been dating for a year now and we haven't met them yet darling." Bruce said. "I mean, they aren't really..." I trailed off. "Aren't really what, princesa?" "Parent material" "What do you mean?" Vance asked. "They aren't really good parents. They're homophobic to start." "And?" "They wouldn't support our relationship." "Maybe next time then, pretty girl."

Everytime the question of "when can we meet your parents?" came up, you somehow managed to avoid it. But you knew that Denver was a really small town. They would run into your parents eventually. It was only an amount of time. And one day, it happened.

Finney's POV

Robin, Billy, Bruce, Vance, and I were going to the Grab N Go and the pizza place for movie night. We were gonna go to the drive in but they weren't showing anything good so we decided to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre at home. We decided as in Robin decided but he was so into it, none of us had the heart to say no. Not even Aria. I mean, Vance did but whatever. We were walking down the street when we bumped into Aria's parents. None of the others knew that they were her parents other then me and Robin.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Jaxson!" I said, smiling fakely. I knew the way they treated Aria. Like the scum of the earth. When in reality, that's what they are. Just like my dad. "Oh hello Finney, Robin. Who are these boys?" "Vance" "Billy" "Bruce" "This is Aria's mom and dad." I said. "Nice to meet you. Are they your friends?" Mr. Jaxson said. "Oh no sir. We're Aria's boyfriends." Billy said. "What? I thought she was only dating Finney? All of you? And her? Are in a relationship? Are you all gay? Is she gay?"

"Um. No, Mrs. Jaxson. We are not all gay. We're bisexual. And so is Ari. Sorry for the misunderstanding." Billy said, trying to reason with her. He's the best with adults. Mr. Jaxson nodded as he hooked Mrs. Jaxson's arm and as they walked off, I heard him say. "Our daughter is a slut, Emma. What do we do?" I could see the others heard him from the way their faces turned red. Robin was clenching and unclenching his fist, Billy was gripping the backpack, Bruce was just staring ahead, and Vance was getting ready to fight Mr. Jaxson.

"Vance don't." "Why not Finn? Didn't you hear them?" "Yeah I did. We all did. But that doesn't mean that you get to just fight them." Bruce grabbed his arm and we went behind the Grab N Go. "We'll deal with them later, V." Bruce said. Vance nodded and we went back to getting our things.

Aria's POV

"So." I heard Finn say before we started the movie. I had noticed that they'd all been acting really weird. Sharing glances and stuff. "So what?" I asked. "We met your parents today, doll." Bruce said. "Shit."

Hope you enjoyed it! I've noticed that the TBP fandom is dying down and it isn't as popular. So, feel free to make requests for other fandom's, like IT 2017 or Stranger Things. I will still continue to write TBP a lot but I want to try some other fandoms too. To specify, I AM NOT GOING TO STOP WRITING ABOUT THE BLACK PHONE. I just want to try some other fandom's. (IT 2017 and Stranger Things are my preferred.)

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vrabbiit · 10 months

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Hi i just have 2 lil questions.

what do you personally headcanon all (but the cleaning bots ofc😂) - security breach animatronics sexuality and gender identity plus pronouns ? O.o

And what would they like and dislike in a S/O?

Thanks=🍪

of course anon! just a heads up that while i may personally headcanon animatronics with certain sexualities, doesn't mean that i have any sort of issue with others headcanoning otherwise! they're fictional characters with no set identities, of course, and i encourage other interpretations! i'm also specifically using the terms masculine and feminine in terms of preference / identity so as to not be exclusive to people who fit in binary identities - as a nonbinary/genderqueer (as well as bi ace) person, i understand that language surrounding attraction and gender can be fucky sometimes but please know that not feeling as though you fit into my descriptions here does not mean you cannot read or enjoy my content - i always try to stick to gender neutral readers unless specified otherwise, so that everyone feels included or represented! that said, here goes!

glamrock freddy in my interpretation is bi, with little to no preference of the gender of his partner! he uses he/him, but that's as far as he's considered gender identity. he's naturally attracted to people who are kind or who seem to genuinely care, and while his more diplomatic personality can be a good level for more impulsive or hot-headed people, he generally tends to shy away from people who are outright argumentative - our boy does NOT like unnecessary confrontation for the sake of it. (this does not mean he will not stand up for what he believes in, just that he does not like when people want to argue for no reason.)

montgomery gator is imo unlabelled but multi-spectrum, with a preference for masculine partners (although he is by no means only into masculine / male people!) he also uses he/him, and while i haven't thought too hard about his gender i don't really see him as cis, so take that as you will! unlike freddy, he does enjoy confrontational people and he tends to not be as comfortable around people who he thinks are just agreeable to avoid arguments. he wants someone he can be himself around, and he is quite hot-headed.

glamrock chica i see as bi with a preference for feminine partners! she uses she/her, but i can also see her being open to using they/them or other pronouns! she's not picky about the personality of her partners, since she gets along with almost everyone! she does have a soft spot for shyer or more quiet people, though, as she thinks it's cute!

roxanne wolf i personally headcanon as a lesbian because - yeah, i just can't imagine her as anything else, and nobody else i've talked to really can either! she has attraction to girls of any kind, and any nonbinary folk who would include themselves in that pool of attraction! she's possibly the most enigmatic out of the main band with her preferences, but she likes people who don't immediately brush her off as self-centred or self-absorbed - there's so much more to her, and anyone who actually takes the time to get to know her will see her warming up to them a lot quicker than she would admit.

sun and moon, in my personal headcanon, both use they/them and he/him pronouns individually - there is not a cisgender bone in their body! neither of them really have a label on their attraction (or have really thought about it too hard), but they do have slightly different preferences for a partner! sun is, lovingly, a lot to take in sometimes, so his ideal partner is someone who either matches that energy or mellows it out - in general, people who are very negative to others repel their sunny attitude, but that doesn't mean they don't understand someone can have a bad day! for moon, he's a bit of a Menace and hasn't quite gotten past the "he likes you so he's mean to you" stage. granted, he's never cruel, but he finds themself fixated on people who can either handle his weird ways of expressing love, or who they just find plain cute!

djmm is, well... he's the dj!!! generally going by he/him or it/its pronouns, the dj doesn't really consider himself that aligned to romantic or sexual attraction! on the aro-ace spectrum, probably being under demisexual and demiromantic labels! for that reason, it's hard to pin down what he's interested in in a partner - it tends to vary from person to person!

you didn't ask, but vanny/vanessa? very heavy feminine preferences - she is for the girls first and foremost. for the guys? maybe, she hasn't figured it out yet! uses she/her, but like monty i also don't think she's exactly cis, so interpret that however you want! she's kind of also a menace who likes people she fins entertaining, but unlike moon she actually knows how to process her attraction into flirting!

#'hey v u interpret almost all of these robots as mspec is there a reason for that' yes ty for asking! it is bc i am bisexual #that said please keep in mind that any description of other identities has been based on descriptions from people who do identify with #aforementioned labels #idk why i'm writing a novel to justify my fnaf sexuality headcanons lol at the end of the day this is all silly fun #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock chica #roxanne wolf #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant #dj music man

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Day Twenty-Three: Caught in the Rain for Anonymous (Mulder & Scully, gen because no pairings were specified)

Winnemucca, Nevada was not exactly where Scully was expecting to spend her Sunday, but a phone call from Mulder explaining "unexplained phenomenas in the sky, Scully!" and here she was, looking around the tiny town while Mulder grilled the locals.

"What exactly did they look like?" Mulder had two teenagers cornered outside the church - which Scully doubted they'd been dutifully attending - his body language slightly manic because their time here in the desert since Friday had lead to very little. Mulder pulled out and flipped open his notebook, handing it to the young girl of the duo. "Can you draw a picture?"

"I mean, yeah, but it was…okay, lemme give it a try." The young girl - Sasha, Scully had learned - took the notebook, scribbled for a few minutes before presenting it to Mulder with a flourish. "Here you are."

Mulder's forehead creased, his expression going from excited to confused within a fleeting second. Scully realised she knew him so well that she would have been the only one to recognise that face, one she (sadly) saw a lot, but just as quickly, FBI Secret Agent slipped back into place.

"A cylinder and some specks?" He queried, and Scully admired his patience for not the first four hundredth time.

Sasha leant forward and pointed at the paper. "No, that's rain. We don't get a lot of rain and suddenly - bam! Rain, and, like, these weird shapes and lights in the sky? Totally weird."

Sasha's buddy - Brian - nodded. "It's kinda like a good thing because, like, we need the rain? It's the desert and like, nothing really happens here, y'know?"

Mulder smiled at them both, handing Sasha one of his business cards. "Here's my card, let me know if you see anything, okay?"

"Fox?" Sasha scrunched up her nose. "I guess, sure thing Mister. But you'll see the rain and just look up if it happens again." She looked fidgety all of a sudden. "Can we go? My Mom will wonder where I am."

"Yeah, yeah, go, sorry. Thanks for all your help." Mulder waved them on and watched them go, deflating a little. This was the hard part being Mulder's partner - the sheer dismay he could feel when something didn't pan out how he expected - but she grabbed his arm and smiled.

"Rain and cylinders, that's a start," she started, and he waved his notebook at her.

"A start of what? Can I even start an X-File with this." A deep sigh. "Let's head back to the Best Western, maybe I can write up something Skinner won't lose his head over -"

A giant rain drop landed smack bang in the middle of Mulder's forehead. He wiped it off, a small smile curling at his lips. "It's about to rain Scully."

"And us without umbrellas," she groaned, but secretly pleased that Mulder may get what he wanted - even if the story the kids and the few they'd interviewed before were just flights of fancy.

And with that, the skies opened, soaking both of them almost immediately. "Look up Scully, look!"

The dusk sky was a beautiful hue of red and purple, and a shape - unclear to her through the torrential rain - hovered over the city in the near distance. It was unmistakable, the two of them drenched but fixated on the object as it seemed to duck and move seamlessly through the haze and rain.

"Damn it, my camera," Mulder muttered, not even seeming bothered by the rain. "Look Scully, holy shit."

Scully was fruitlessly trying to cover her head with her coat, but even she couldn't deny what she was seeing. "I think you have enough for an X-File, Mulder."

"We need to call Skinner, request more time. I need my camera!" He was like a boy in a candy store; then just like that the rain stopped and the object disappeared in a blink.

Scully pulled her coat down, and from the general store they heard a "see? Told you?" An old man waved at them smiling, then pointed down the road. "Tell the cafe owner you saw 'em, and coffee's on me. You two need to dry out."

They look at the man, and then each other, both believing together for a rare moment, before nodding in the General Store's direction and heading to the cafe.

It was nearly impossible to stop Mulder from skipping in glee, but Scully kept a strong hold on his coat anyway.

#audiolettertober fic #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #i can just imagine mulder skipping if he saw a ufo or whatever #it could have been romantic but i did romance in the rain already so gen it is plus msr is msr even as gen

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Warning: extremely bitchy rant. But my feelings are hurt and I want to be a jerk about it.

So there's this trans girl in my class (trans is relevant I swear) who's been very eager to make friends and whatnot because she's joining the program. And I was raised to make friends with people Because It's The Nice Thing To Do, which means I get physically uncomfortable rejecting friendship even if the person irritates me. Which she does, because she's VERY high energy and also really focused on the "we're both trans!" thing, while I am very low energy and honestly would rather limit discussion of my transness to "oh yeah i have an appointment" and similar, because it bores me.

All of which is to say, I agreed to join a Discord channel she set up with the other trans people she knows (because she wants to collect the transes like Pokemon) and hoo boy was this a mistake. I knew it was a mistake, but told myself to quit being antisocial and misanthropic, it's good to have community and shit. I should have listened to my gut and turned down the annoying chick.

I've looked at it twice and I've already seen a comment about "muscular women > muscular cis guys" (why specify cis? Are trans men women to these people???) And today, when I posted about developing acne and how I'm excited because it means the T is working, the response from the only other transmasc was "oh, my skin got clearer on T" which prompted someone else to respond with "that means it's biologically right for you!" So, guess T isn't right for the guy who just reported his excitement over acne then? Great, thanks, I can really see why people seek community.

I don't want to be the guy who "doesn't like the community" because those guys suck. But Jesus Christ, if this is the trans community around here I'm significantly better off with the cis people who are just happy for me instead of saying weird shit.

I can and will be ignoring the Discord, but I've no idea how I'm going to handle the classmate. She'll get weird about it if I'm too distant (she repeatedly apologized for accepting a ride home from someone else, after I repeatedly said it was fine because... obviously.) But I don't want to hang out with her at all because all this weird obnoxious shit I'm suddenly dealing with stems from her. (She was also the culprit in the really fucking annoying episode of "you're totally more masculine after two days on T, which is something you should be excited to hear because obviously someone like you can't possibly feel confident in his masculinity already!")

Ugh. I blame my preschool teacher mother and her "be a leader by befriending people!" bullshit. I'm sure it makes me a better person and whatnot, but trying to be a good person currently has me subjecting myself to a "friendship" that's putting me in invalidating and hurtful situations and I think I probably deserve better than that.

#I'm aware that I'm being an absolute jackass right now but I'm pissed off and dreading the next several years because of these people #two of my actual friends who treat me normal are leaving after this year #which means I'll need to either make more friends or get stuck with the trans people #And I just will not enjoy this program anymore if my social interaction is coming from Ms. Hyperfocused on My Transness #and her friends who hate my entire historical field and the people who study it #I'd get stuck talking about nothing but being trans with people who invalidate my experience of it without a thought.

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Turtles in Time Liveblog

Turtles in Time 1993 is my least favorite of the 90's movies, so let's hope this episode is better than it's film counterpart.

Oh more Giving Up On Karai stuff.

... Is he, still hung up on April? He hasn't really been acting like it these last few episodes, one of very few saving graces in them. Also LEO THAT'S YOUR SISTER STOP TRYING TO BE LIKE LUTHER AND ALLISON IN TUA ABOUT THIS GROSS

Awwww, Mikey saying he'll never have a crush is adorable.

Door in sky- woman? Woman with claw-like Chronoscepter from Ratchet & Clank: A Crack in Time? Oh it's the lady from the Monster Arc in Season 5

She looks like an adult. I don't like that she and Mikey have a thing. They better specify her age in this episode.

Awww really? Mikey is just The Cute One in the future? He should be The Surprising One, he's always pulling out surprises, be it parties or badassery

Very casual about being from the future, okay.

AWWW DONNIE IS SO EXCITED TO BE FAMOUS

Ew Mikey is flirting, I don't like this.

GIRL THEY'RE TEENS RIGHT NOW MAYBE BRINGING THIS GUY BACK WHEN THEY'RE SO YOUNG WAS A DUMB ACTUALLY

Oh god this guy looks so lame. God I miss The Kraang.

HIS VOICE SHEESH

Okay just right into a nonsense rant. Oh well, he was easy to get rid of.

THANK YOU DONNIE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON EITHER

Can I just say, I fucking hate that trope/idea that someday in the future humans will somehow become responsible for upholding the concept of time. I truly hate it.

YEAH GIRL THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T SEND THAT BITCH TO THE PAST

YEAH YOU PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE LET THEM DEFEAT HIM WHAT- I HATE THIS EPISODE

You're right Donnie. This isn't good. Isn't a good episode.

It's not as bad as 1993... yet.

Oh god they're in the bad DND episode costumes again.

THEY WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT ORCS ARE ORCS WERE INVENTED BY JRR TOLKEIN GRRRRRRR

I can't even enjoy the boys fighting because of how much I hate the costumes.

Girl this isn't how Medieval Time- DONNIE WHY ARE YOU DOING AN ACCENT WHAT WAS THAT

Oh a He's Right Behind Me moment.

I feel. No tension. Oh, a loop. Okay. How many times do we have to see it though?

Didn't that stick Demon Guy in a loop too, though? Or was it a temporal clone?

Donnie it wasn't that awesome. Mikey don't be jealous.

Was Raph referencing 1993 with the Turtles on Horses is Weird part?

Yeah this is- I dislike everything about this.

Oh haha Raph fell off the horse. Maybe I just need to sleep and it'll start being fun again? It's like trying to watch Season 3 of Danny Phantom all over again... why are Nickelodeon Season 3 of Cartoons always so bad? Well, this one started really, really good, but. Once The Kraang left, it got bad.

Let's talk about something else. How about we talk about what I think human versions of the boys would be like, like a Normal Humans AU? Not even ninjas in this.

So basically I created this idea of them within the concept of "One of those tropes where the heroes are put into a Perfect World dream and have to help each other escape" and Donnie's would be them all as normal humans.

So they're all Japanese, Splinter is a single parent of 5 kids. He's got his biological daughter, Karai (named Miwa at birth but she's goin through a Rebellious Phase right now so she changed it) and his four adopted sons. He's a trained martial artist, but he never felt a need to train his children very heavily in it, because they live pretty peaceful lives. They know enough to defend themselves if needed, but they're not ninjas.

They're quadruplets, but not identical. Splinter finds it curious how they all have varying eye colors but are definitely all blood related. He adopted them sort of by accident, meaning to just foster them for a while when they were babies, but well, they just claimed his heart!

Leo is very into yoga and zen sort of exercise methods. He's a total nerd, of course, and goes to cosplay conventions pretty regularly. Mikey usually helps him make his homemade cosplays, with extra flair like lights and stuff added by Donnie. He's decently well-liked in school, except he tends to be a bit of a snitch and a hypocrite at times. He lets his hair grow out the most and wears mostly baggy shirts and plain jeans, very Chill Guy vibes (basically if Leo didn't have to worry about saving the world all of the time).

Raph is following in his older sister's footsteps and entering his Rebellious Phase. He's in therapy for anger issues, and uses sports as a release. He's on the school football team, still very short but stocky enough to be a good player. He's a little more balanced thanks to being able to actually go to therapy, so he lashes out less. It's well-known around school not to mess with The Hamato Siblings, because both the older sister (who's been known to carry knives around on her) and the short football brother have no issues Pummeling People Who Mess With Their Siblings. Raph tends to wear t-shirts and gym shorts, but sometimes he goes for an all-out Punk Badboy look. Only when he's really feeling it though, because it's a real hassle to put the look together in the morning. He keeps his hair pretty short, not buzzed though.

Donnie is willowy and lanky, though surprisingly not wimpy. Splinter makes sure all of his kids exercise regularly, so he's got lean muscle, but much less than any of his other siblings. He usually doesn't need glasses, but when he needs to make sure the smallest detail possible is perfect, he has a pair of them. Otherwise his sight is... passable. He's the kid everyone hopes to be paired with on science projects, because he'll inevitably end up doing the whole thing himself and be happy to just let you sit there and watch. He likes to tinker with electronics and chemistry, but he's already planning to go into some field of Biology as a career, possibly something medical. His gap tooth is just because, when that baby tooth fell out, there was no adult tooth to replace it. Genetics, what're you gonna do? It's actually what got him curious about biology, so he doesn't mind it. he prefers sweatshirts usually, or anything easy to toss on in the morning, because he has a bad habit of staying up way too late reading or tinkering. Yes, he is neurodivergent, of course. He usually lets his hair grow out a little, not on purpose, just because he forgets to make the barber's appointments.

Mikey is a gymnast and an artist! He's really good at gymnastics and wins competitions pretty often, and would be captain of the school team if he could just get his grades up a little more. He only just got diagnosed with ADHD and is still getting his medication and therapy regiment set up, but he feels good about how things will go once that's done. He's also the artist of the family, in that he draws the most. Raph is actually better at the technical aspects of art, but he doesn't really do much art beyond sometimes going out with Karai to do some graffiti. Mikey however is always doodling and drawing, their house is covered in old wall drawings form when he was small. He has a million fidget toys. He likes to layer up, usually a long sleeved shirt with a jacket, one of the kinds where the torso is denim but the sleeves and hood aren't, is the minimum he must have every day. He draws on all of his jeans (Donnie actually does too, but he writes down notes to himself and formulas and idea, while Mikey just doodles train-of-thought style). His hair is short and oddly poofy, and always gets in his eyes. How he does gymnastics so well in spite of that is a mystery to all.

Karai is very protective of her brothers, because she's had one too many people say something about them "not being her real brothers" and it makes her Furious. She's gotten into a real rebellious phase, because while Splinter is a good dad he can be a little too strict sometimes, and she got tired of it. She got piercings at a friend's house, started going the graphic liner, decided to get a big leather jacket and spiked gloves... she loves it, and loves feeling very powerful and badass. She actually isn't super happy about Raph following in her footsteps so early (she's a couple years older) but knows he won't just Stop Doing Stuff, so she usually offers to let him tag along with her trouble so he's supervised and not out spray painting places alone.

April met the Hamato Clan in freshman year of highschool, she was trying to find her class and they were all arguing in the hallway about where to go. Donnie broke away from the argument and helped her out. She knows he has a crush on her, but he's a lot less creepy about it in this AU, it's mainly just he blushes around her a lot and gets self-conscious when they're along together. But she doesn't want to make things weird by telling him no, or yes, she's not sure, so she pretends not to notice. The brothers basically adopted her as another sister, which Karai also eventually came around to. She's into things like astrology and tarot cards, but on the downlow, she's a little embarrassed about it.

Casey was friend with Raph first, both of them trying out for the hockey team at the same time. Raph didn't end up making the cut, but they stayed friends. Eventually Casey and Donnie realized they both like tinkering and making little gadgets and they became friends, and then Casey was talking about his graffiti art and Mikey joined in and they became friends, and Leo warmed up to him when Raph asked Leo to take over a video game fight for a bit while he went and got some snacks. He thinks Karai is really cool, and Karai trusts him to take care of Raph or the others if Casey convinces them to do some mischief with him.

Splinter tries his best to be a good dad. It can be hard, and he makes lots of mistakes, but he tries. He was raised in a very Traditional household, but all of his children are very much the opposite of that, and he struggles with breaking away from how he was brought up to do things for the sake of not stifling his children. Still, he seeks counseling so he can do his best, especially once Mikey was diagnosed (Donnie hasn't been diagnosed yet but Splinter has his suspicions) as neurodivergent. He's still strict, usually, but has been known to soften up sometimes and allow a bit more excitement into their lives and home.

So there. That's that AU. I got so bored of the episode I jotted down this AU instead, and I'll put it in it's own post too sometime later.

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #sid blogs live

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castle-dominion · 10 months

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Ok I started at 9, it is now 11, I have until 12.30 to finish 5x3 secret's safe with me

Someone is writing in their vic's blood? oh the vic is writing in her own blood

OH NO ALEXIS IS GOING TO COLLEGE that gold medal is so sweet & like yeah you don't have space & it is super annoying to move MR: Don't listen to his, darling. Everybody needs their stuff.

RC: Well, I lied. Monsters are real. They're the boys in her freshman dorm. MR: Oh, speaking of which, before Alexis leaves, don't you think you should have the, um…talk with her? RC: You mean the sex talk? Mother, I covered that ages ago. I learned so much. MR: I mean the you-and-Beckett sex talk. RC: Mother, Beckett and I ar-- [Martha puts up a hand.] MR: Save it, Richard. I knew the morning I walked in here and the poor girl was hiding in the cl– Out of the closet lol

Alexis is friends with lanie <3 KB: Lanie's gonna tell Esposito, Esposito can't keep his mouth shut with Ryan, and Ryan's gonna blow it out of proportion, and then Gates is gonna find out, and we won't be able to work together anymore.

I've got that box too! XD

LP: Hey that's your department

interesting wallet/purse

four thousand of her closest friends XD

Man looks like authentic nick that fraul? Are you german or smth? KB: And for that, she deserved to die? Joel Pratt: Yeah! RC: KB: JP: Wait. What?

So cute & domestic uwu

Ryan moments "love is everything-- did I just say that?"

LP: Castle? You’re not allowed to answer Beckett’s phone. Weird little doll... LP: Oooh, you are in trouble. RC: I’m not in trouble. *hangs up* I've already seen your stuff XD yeah y'all still need privacy even together also ppl have ears

I love love love this lady & her accent & no-nonsense matter & then I know this episode & I love it

RC: You may not have a warrant, but I got something better. Checkbook. [Castle holds his checkbook up.] Storage owner: Auctions are cash only, hotshot. RC: Oh, no. What are we gonna do? Is two grand enough? [Castle pulls out a money clip.] KB: What are you doing with two grand in your pocket? RC: I’m a best-selling author. Why wouldn’t I have two grand in my pocket?

For real? My mom loves those books!

Def want to clip this. Pretty boy, fast talking, all this crap. Also yeah poker player or not lol btw when you are bidding at auction, bid up on the stuff you don't want so that people spend their money on it & let them win & then buy all the stuff you want bc they can't afford it.

Fun transition lol

that's not the owing i mean

His STUFF will tell us who he is creepy doll, poor ryan. Ooh I miss climbing. Apparently esposito is a rock climber

esposito don't say it's castle's, say it was stuff the victim was bidding on

ryan leaning on his fist on connfusion at gates "yeah you already like me"

Cooing at the doll lmao very creepy indeed

suicide?

lmao castle is hilarious Mum suggested that there is smth inside the doll that gates was given

Beckett's coat is nice careful when taking drinks from a tray, it messes with the balance. captions for angelica: an-hell-ica RC: an-'ell-ica? Captions for angelica: an-hell-ica except the second time she said it, it was more like a silent h. Not a missing h, more like a french h. nice music btw

"His name was wendell? So he wasn't swedish or w/e?"

Castle's storage unit mimics alexis' moving

I'm rich, or richer (or richard) sad...

alexis loved you earlier hundreds of super hot girlfriends lol

"nothing" *so obvious* esposito watching ryan talk about the robbery report espt smiling at castle mentioning the climbing equipment

wait it's wendall & wendy? twin names smh

need to clip the breaking in scene esposito with the baseball bat lol

love his accent

this sketch man's forehead is huge

an old [romani] woman? lmao no harm will befall you? she got shot. but maybe she was meant to die & then the doll saved her

gates sounds pissed approaching him rn Oh uwu she likes him now GEMINI??? ok but you need to specify that it is fiction & while the characters are BASED on becks & castle, those two are not sleeping together, at least they were not when the book was written

BIG FOREHEAD GUY

nice sunglasses KB: Take your hand off your tool, Marco! KR+JE: *trying to hold back laughter* I should clip this, but it already has been clipped so I don't mind if I forget to

Ok but the lighting is interesting... it needs to be brighter in this room

Love their welding goggles, so cute I KNOW,, RYAN! But hey castle at least gets to have fun on a treasure hunt, like under the gun & 6x6.

Did they check wendell's apartment? Do they know where he lives? bc this man broke in to his apartment. ... & also admitted it to the cops

it is inanimate can't be laughing at you

These two are so close but they have been that close before, before they were together

Ryan & the crowbar <3

don't touch it becks, isn't it evidence?

AH: That’s what beautiful things do, my dear. Sounds like smth someone would say about pretty girls. KB: Except you created two new problems – your chauffeur and his sister – both of whom are now dead. Except the sister is not relevant but the other guy who broke in & the guy who was hired to buy the unit as accessory after the fact are

so you claim that you just took the opportunity? There just happened to be a crime that you could take advantage of?

Could be the doll. Or like what mum said, what's inside the doll

I hope someone else has clipped the "I so wish I could kiss you" handshake, it's so sweet RC: I think my hand’s getting a little sweaty. KB: I know. It’s kind of gross.

college cry cry cry cry also really nice room holy crap I like all the red, the colours are nice, the walls are nice, the room is great Well Ididn't know WHY you were upset AC: How can you be so smart and so clueless at the same time? RC: Practice? "Sorry, honey, but your mom, she’s in—" 5 miles is short af RC: And though I am there, if you need me here, here is where I’ll be. Do what? Give her an airplane?

what the heck was castle doing? in the elevator there? I could gif/clip that if I wanted but I don't

Ah! The teddybear backpack! I see how he made that connectin now.

r they in gates' office? w/o permission? uh, ?? GIRL MAYBE XRAY IT FIRST "SIR JUST BREATHE" CASTLE WHT THE FUCK "see" that coming?

Well there goes that headway with gates

Ok so I'm about two thirds of the way through the episode, just over 30m in. actually I'm closer to seven ninths of the way through, closer to three quarters than two thirds. I am also about two thirds of the way through my allotted time

Ryan is wearing another patterned shirt, I like it. I mean the first shirt was also patterned but not in this way. These two have been more plaid like.

"it does?" the book on prosthetic eyes! fun fact, your eye muscles still move your glass eye. Ooh the music (& btw I still love "the butler did it") He probably really was all torn up over the accident. But he should & could have brought closure. & he could have prevented their deaths but he didn't & that's the hard part for him, he feels guilt.

[Gates looks straight at Castle.] VG: Worthless bastard. RC: I’m sorry? VG: He took out their whole family.

RC: Well, I’ll give the climbing equipment to Javier, Ok so is he selling it to esposito or giving it? also it is mildly odd to hear ppl call him "HA-vee-ERRE" instead of "hav-YED" like with a tapped r. I always use two syllables. Well two & a half. Tho tbh when I first read the name written (I had only heard the nickname "javi" out loud before) my french ass thought "ha-vi-yay" (& I was surrounding it with english words so it was "yay" not "yé")

I watched this episode a few days after going to a funeral for a second cousin of mine. We went to a market type thing to kill some time between the burial & celebration & we got so many compliments on our clothes (the three kids had black shirts & ties with red-- actually no my little bro had a white shirt but also a black vest) & we just kind of said "yeah we just came from a funeral..." But on the other hand, it makes me realize that while I love getting compliments on my punk jeanjacket, I want to dress up more often. I have clothing, I want to wear it. Hey that's a good idea! I should invite my friends out to that swing dancing place! (... I still want to take my ex there even tho it has been four years...)

"shaking hands" uwu *leans on his fist in excitement* & then they shake hands again & it is so so so intimate

wow rly empty house

MR: Alexis’ moving out got me to thinking. And after many hours of soul searching, I have made a decision. Mom, speaking as martha: "I'm moving out"? RC: Have you now? MR: Yes. I have decided, out of the goodness of my heart, that I will continue to live here— RC: Rent-free. MR: Please don’t interrupt. I will continue to live here so that you, Richard… will never, ever be alone. RC: RC: You’d do that for me, Mother? MR: It’s a… parent’s sacrifice. & holds his face they are SO DARN CUTE

Yes! I'm done 10 minutes early! It didn't take me three hours! It only took 1.5! I'm back on track babey!

#castle 5x3 #castle 5x3 spoilers #castle 5x3 quote

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bubsub69 · 11 months

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Entry 1

entries 1-13 were written pre-tumblr

12/05/2023 4:08

4am what better time to start a diary, who knew waking up for 9am classes and then at noon on the next day and then 9am etc could fuck up your sleep schedule.

But yeah… why start a secret encrypted diary now? the first one i've ever made? idk, im just tired and afraid and sick of being lonely and touch starved and all the other stuff

Definetely didnt help to scroll through r/niceguys and seeing the I'm 21 kissless virgin that was bullied and ignored by girls that isnt sexist and racist and doesnt do drugs and thinking wow its literally me and then it being followed by females owe me sex the post: https://www.reddit.com/r/niceguys/comments/12n0m5q/ngvc_im_not_a_sexist_but_females_owe_me_sex/

cause you know… what if i become like this, what if i become an even bigger nuisance than i already am and/or fuck up my chances of ever finding someone, it's especially worrysome that i felt bad for some of the guys, you know simpathizing with the kind of people that call women whores for not wanting the nice guy, cant believe i went to the subreddit because of the omoriboy soy parody (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahPdX90_6jg).

And then there's the someone i found ish just gonna call her D She replied to my post on the femdompersonals subreddit and it was pretty close to love at first sight, but probably very one sided, i mean shit she was now moving from the us to porto what better luck could i want. But she's been very busy, especially with the moving, it took from her texting me on the 26 of april to the 7th of may just to have a 1 hour call.

And boy that call was something, i literally think it was the only time i was genuinely happy in like.. i dunno a month? a year? more? i couldnt even sleep that night, i really needed that call cause i thought she was just fucking with me at that point, you know pretending to be interested and catfishing me for something but no i got a 1 hour call and she even showed me her face at the end, i was kinda expecting something sexual but no it was just getting to know each other which is fine for a first call, she's a really cool and interesting girl, i did think it was weird she just went to walk her dog mid conversation but i guess its something that cant wait, it probably had to pee as well.. maybe it was actually nice of her not to hang up on the call while she was walking the dog.

But yeah i'm kind of back at square one, shes not busy with moving but she has a million hobbies apparenly that she balances with her work and learning a new language and all that stuff, shes had a non specified workshop and a ceramics class as excuses which.. yeah im doubting if shes actually doing, i even commented wow you have a lot of hobbies which i was scared of doing cause i didnt want to imply shes lying even if i have the gut feeling she is, and it makes me feel awful to not trust her, but honestly i think i'd be fine with all that if she just put some initiative in texting, literally the only time she texted first was for a link to a game that she didnt even comment on, really makes ya wonder is she doing some 'woman games™' or just fucking with me or just seeing how far she can push me.. fuck i am becoming an incel, cause you know its the classic i have a life outside of you, you cant just expect me to make time for you everyday but fuck maybe the first call was a bad ideia cause now i just crave more, i seriously think theres some potential here but not if she doesnt have time for me, which im obviously not entitled to but ofc i still want it.

im just so scared of texting her, if i do it too often i might annoy her, if i dont do it enough she might forget about me.. i dont even know whats worse, i tried texting every other day but that also seems like too much, i dunno do i just wait for her to text me and make a call appoinment, it also kind of doesnt help i dont even know her name or age, granted she doesnt know my name either but yeah its another layer of anonymity that i want to get rid of, maybe i should try on the weekend, its when we had the call and she might have time, we'll see

She did kind of mention meeting up one day, dont know if she was just being nice of something, but i just wish i knew how she feels about me, or just get some advice with texting her, i dont want to be disingenuous either and write what someone else tells me to, how do i balance being needy and not annoying.

and theres also the voice.. i'm honestly starting to worry im losing control to the self degrading voice i have inside me, that thing is real mean, its whats making me distrust her and shit, i even thought i 'defeated' it with the call but it just came back same as before. The youre useless and an annoyance and all those thoughts are kind of starting to worry me a bit, especially since the suicide thoughts are becoming a bit too common, im still far from it, im too scared to do it, but the first step of commiting suicide is having the reason to do it, and i also think im kind of becoming a psycopath, not in the edgy way its just ive become so apathetic lately, the 'mom would be sad' strategy doesnt work at all cause im so sick of her, between being annoying and not trusting me and being dumb and the shit she did to my cousin and kind of being blamed cause shes getting unknown disease cause of stress, ive kind of grown to hate her a bit i did cry a bit when i got my cousin's graduation ribbon (its a thing here, you write shit like good job and good luck), reading the only ribbon that i got that wasnt just generic garbage made me tear up a bit, not immediately just when i got home, and it didnt help when she hugged me and said if you ever leave pls take me with you, so yeah maybe im not apathetic i just hate my mother

There's also my cat, im kind of getting… idk sick of him too angry, it just feels like he doesnt like me sometimes, which is absurd he comes to greet me and only me when i arrive and hes actually been sleeping a bit with me tonight and yesterday, but the biting when i pet him is really annoying.. what am i saying its just cat stuff its normal. I am feeling kinda weird when i pet him and think damn i wish i was the one being petted (not by him ofc), you know just lying on girls lap and being petted, r/cuddle_slut really made me realize how fucking touch starved i am.

Or maybe i should just move on from her.. maybe she doesnt want that kind of relationship, i really dont want to start talking to someone else while im talking with her tough, feels real scummy, i kind of did that with someone on skype, i had a couple of sessions with her but she kind of stopped texting me as i was talking to D which was lucky, but in those sessions i had full video on and she didnt even use her voice so i guess its kind of fair, she was also the one that took the initiative texting so who knows maybe shes doing what im planning on doing, letting her text first which didnt really work out for her cause i didnt and now our last message is from the 28th. typing this really discouraged me from the let her text first and see what happens strategy, i guess ill settle for trying on the weekend tough this saturday i have the ribbon party so hopefully i have time and energy to call her

Maybe ill just try some keyholding, just to do something sexual that isnt just showing my junk and locking it or putting my finger in my ass for the skype girl, but the problem with keyholding is that it might take some time.. what if while im locked D wants to do something and i reveal i've been """unfaithfull""" i think im gonna wait a bit more for her i really want things to work out with her she just seems like a really cool person but im worried im too much of a loser for her, the very busy woman who managed commitees has a million hobbies and her boyfriend who's a stay at home gamer

I guess that's it for first entry, hopefully when I'm rereading this im in a better state, or maybe im showing this to my therapist or hey maybe even D or whatever her name is, overall not bad for a first diary entry i think, i got to rant a bit even if it was just on a keyboard, i think im gonna start writing here a bit, some non sad stuff as well hopefully

maybe ill dump this on some ai text and see what happens (garbage pretty much)

See you on entry 2 i guess.

PS wow its 5:15 was not expecting to spend an hour writing this

#diary

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Heyy, I saw that you wrote for Father figure Frank castle so I just HAD to request something (I don't think yk how long I've been looking for Father frank writers 😫😭) may I request Father figure Frank castle x Witch daughter reader headcanons? (And idk if I need to specify this but like there are some SUPER weird people on this app so, for this request I mean 1000000000000% PLATONIC)

Frank w/ Witch daughter headcanons

reader: female | daughter reader

type: one shots + short/long scenarios

warnings: none?

Note: wasn't super into this and playing Elden RIng at the same time....also this needs a part two so haha it got really long so enjoy

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Next in line for Supreme Sorcerer who?

You

it's you your next in line, even if you are super young, you have a long way to go- but in your defense, you've been training nonstop

till those mfs kick YOU OUT

Why? Because someone voiced you're turning sides

And after everything you gave up for them

Now you're hiding out in corridors, and in the shadows, feeling like you need validation

Random author note I have the urge to make you have a fake arm like this chick from Elden ring, so you get a cool right arm and left leg now and you can infuse them with magic

Now, all you can do is stalk the streets

You didn't really have much you can do: you didn't fit into the outside world very much, not with your powers and you know super cool magical prosthetics

You beat up criminals mostly, take any money they have on them, and anything valuable,

Robbing the robbers of what they robbed, great

That was until one day while beating up some guy for beating up some girl who had run far away by now, you were surprised when another long time guy you've been trying to catch showed up, just out of the blue, he's sweating bullets, has he been running?

Then another guy shows up ready to kill him, and you're perfectly okay with it.

Knocking out the first guy and with the other guy trying to run, you only grabbed him and threw him down.

It was almost fun, throwing him back and forth threatening him,

God your so fucked up in the head

Kinda how you were trained but oh well.

Frank thinks he could let you go, you actually helped him afterward, but when he gets a good look at you and realizes you just some little girl, well little to him, your like 16-17

He's gonna help you because he's "old fashion"

Well that was till people started to shoot at you and he basically tackled you behind a dumpster for cover.

ayo that fake leg and arm comes in handy for hiding things

"You should get out of here."

its the fact that you told him that rather than him telling you

"Yeah I'm not goin anywhere kid-"

Too late your already running out, and he thinks you have a death wish

Even though you clear them all out with ease and leave after looting he's like "Ayo where you goin"

You don't answer and your leg gets stuck, the metal one, like it needs WD40, there's actually a massive hole in it, and you collapse,

Well now Frank has to help you

He helps you stand up as you hobble on one leg, you don't protest only sigh as he gets you to his hidden van.

Man pulled out a med kit at first just to realize he needed a tool box.

"You've always had these kid?"

"...yeah...I think."

He leaves it at that, and says he'll be able to take the bullet out but he's gonna need more tools.

Off to a strangers house you go- well base, yeah Micro- I mean David's in this one.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! You can't just lead whoever this is in here!?"

"David she needs help,"

They both look at you, sitting in the back of the van, feet planted on the floor, your eating food Frank gave you, and that your oh so grateful for.

"She looks a little, I don't know- Not human with her arm there Frank."

"She's a kid, what did you want me to do? Leave her? Like you left your family"

Low blow, but it works

Frank doesn't exactly know how to work on your leg, and you easily just take it off, clicking it into place so it looks like a leg of armor.

Boy what-

Yeah your a werid one: thats offical

"So are you like an alien, like the New York attack- or-"

"What? No? I'm from New York. Ever heard of Magic"

Micro laughed, "Unlike you I believe in science."

"This where science got you?" You ask gesturing to the run down hide out.

Frank couldnt help but laugh a little at that.

"So your like. A witch."

"Sorcerer." Y/n responded.

"Shes a witch." David spoke looking back at Frank.

"Shes a witch." Frank spoke,

"Sorcerer." Y/n corrected again, "Supreme...In training....well...was trainning..."

God they'd both laugh at that, but seeing you actually saddened causes Frank to elbow David hard.

Now, Davids, all butt hurt

You thank Frank for fixing your leg, and go back to put it on, making sure everything lines up and locks up already

"So...these...wizards..."

"Sorcerers."

"They family?"

Y/n was silent but nodded her expression dropping as she looked down at the metal of her leg, "Can...I drive you somewhere, or do you teleport?"

God, you thought this conversation was so stupid? Do you teleport? What did he think you were? Goku?

He didn't really ask David after you said no you don't have a place to go, and gave you the bed he was sleeping in.

"You can't father every little girl you see," David argued.

"Come on! she's a kid, she'll be out of our hair tomorrow, now stop being dramatic,"

You were thankful for the place to sleep and shower, they even giving you up some food.

after sleeping a bit you over heard talk about some government people.

You got up, being the light sleeper you are you went to go investigate, and in return offered to help, call it paying him back.

Relucantly you get him to agree

And here starts the adventures of a magic user teenager, and a war veteran looking for revenge.

You best be sure he's dragging you behind things while your trying to go head first into things

He got shot? Magic healing a go!

He's freakin out the first time you did it, like super fucking creeped out

Which is reasonable

But damn does healing drain you

You've never told him, and the more and more you do it, the more and more you're about to collapse

You've been able to make yourself more of a soilder instead of a kid in Frank's eyes will every explosion talismen, healing spell, shield and glowing whip

You're both so close to finding this Agent Orange and repaying debt, but here comes Dr.Strange to kick your exhausted ass.

And he did, you're so tired, so beaten, that when Frank runs into the abonded warehouse and you're being dragged off with no ounce of energy left

You bet shit he's getting Flashbacks of those a holes killing his family, those horrible dreams all coming back in one go.

"Y/n!" Frank shouted, gun raised, aiming it at the man.

"Oh come on really, with the guns?" Strange argued, "The men and the guns, it's a total masculinity thing, I should know, i am a-"

"You let her go right now and I don't put a bullet through your head." Frank ordered.

"A doctor." Strange sighed, "Seriously put the gun down tough guy."

"Let her go, now." Frank ordered, "I'm not telling you again."

"Alright, Okay we don't put the gun down."

Frank opened fire without a second thought, they being blocked easily, every bullet in that pistol as Strange sighed, "Men..."

A portal opened up behind Y/n's limp body, two people walking out to grab her.

"Yeah be careful with her." Stephen argued, just to turn his head back to Frank, "Look I-"

He was stopped by a hard punch across the face, knocking the sass right out of him.

And now Franks fighting a wizard.

Wonderful.

Did he beat the shit out the wizard

Yes yes he did

Did the wizard beat the shit out of him?

We dont tall about that (he got his ass beat)

Being nursed back to health but still held captured? Yeah that's you right now

Y/n looked around the room, "not many people are held prisoner with a queen size bed." She protested, sitting up slowly, her body exhausted.

Strange sighed, walking over bowl in hand, sitting on the side of the bed, "You're not held captive, you just can't leave."

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows at him, its the same thing.

He handed her the bowl as she drank it, slowly. Yet her hands locked and she almost dropped the bowl, Strange managing to catch it.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to go looking for your parents."

"Oh...no he's not..." Y/n responded her voice falling soft as she flicked her gaze away for the moment, "What do you want with me anyways?"

"The Ancient One is dead." Strange infromed.

"What?" Y/n questioned, "That's your job! To protect her as she protects you!"

Y/n was in an outrage: the Ancient One was her teacher, personal teacher, and the one that outcasted her with a final decision. But further mother she was like a mother.

"Mordo won that battle," Strange spoke, "But I was able to keep Dormamu away, I have a feeling anyone left on Mordo's side will come after you next."

Well...if she cant protect her mother figure anymore, she could atleast protect Frank then right?

So they just captured you to keep you from actually turning

Great.

And while your in recovery, you better be sure Franks making people spill any information on a wizard and witch

People look at him crazily and he gets upset and kills them, you know basic shit

And he has David/Micro searching for anyone by Stranges description.

It takes him a few days but Micro found him

"Doctor Steven Strange." David spoke, "Had a bad accident resulting in his hands being shot....Oh here camera footage from the lighrs.... he's on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village. 177A."

Alright, he's ready to kick ass and get you back.

Frank just knocks on the front door so simple just to knock out some low level Sorcerer

This is where you use to live?

Absolutely fights Wong and wins in brute force

Both you and steven heard it as he was giving you daily medicane.

You both rush out after the sound and Franks coming up the set of stairs with a pistol out a gun strapped across his chest with that bullet proof vest on.

When he sees you behind Strange, he's ready to defend this time.

"Kid come on!" Frank shouted.

Strange moves slightly and Frank shoots at his feet, "Watch it- Y/n come on."

She only moved around Strange and walkes towards Frank who grabs her by the arm and pulls her away from Strange quickly, Frank postioning himself infront of Y/n.

You wonder why he doesnt just try and shoot Strange, you didnt know Frank know's better

But Strange doesnt attack because he knows Frank knows how his own magic works now

So its not worth the risk on either side.

You and Frank rushed out of the Sanctum he rushing you along staying behind you just incase someone tried to take a shot at you

But when your both safe he checks over you as your driving.

"You okay?"

"Why'd you come after me?"

"What do you mean why-" Frank argued, "What the hell? I come and save your ass from a damn wizard and this is your response?"

"You've couldve died."

Frank scoffed, shaking his head, god she was so head strong, perhaps she was picking on his usual attuide, always on the defense, someone else to worry about rather than themselves. That other person just ended up being each other.

"You know he thought you were my dad." Y/n commented looking over at Frank who looked at her.

They both chuckling softly.

Oh he's your dad, especially after all that.

You tell him everything, how this Mordo mf may have his people come after you

He tells you: "ah, we'll be alright. We got a kick ass witch anyways."

So with that you both start training, you showing him how to Essentially dodge magic.

"So you got like a staff?"

"Im not a witch- anyways thats a warlock."

The jokes never gonna end.

You also manage to pick up some magic books after sneaking back into the Sanctum not that you tell Frank

Hell yeah, now your making potions-Wait-

Are you a witch now?- now you're having an existential crisis, was Frank Right along?

Also, you took over one of Davids cabinets for positions and stuff, and ingredients.

Yeah, you're never gonna tell Frank about potion-making.

He walked in on one of your experiments in a back room, because David said "I don't want none of that stuff near me"

Endless to say you're covered in blue dust, coughing as you push him out of the room heaving trying to catch your breath

He helped in cleaning you up, realizing a shard of glass had got you in the face, he'll bandage it all better for you,

The puppy eyes you have on subconsciously as you look at him: how is he not going to want to be fatherly towards you now.

And then when you actually do get all excited you got it right you run to him like a child, to show him, your so happy.

"So I know I said I wasn't a witch and all but that's, not the point! i essentially alchemized fungi to be stretch able and rebuild the skin, so- Easy damage repair!" Y/n smiled, "it's not the prettiest thing to look at, and it doesn't smell nice, but it works! Watch! Stab Micro!"

"Hey!- Frank- Frank back away with that knife!"

When Frank has to go to David's family Y/n isn't allowed to go until she snuck into the van

"What- I told you to stay!"

"Yeah, but then I found this super cool witch hat, wouldn't you like to be right, and for me to be fashionable?"

"I rather you of stayed put."

You only smile at him and he lets you follow.

Sarah wonders who you are, you're a little old to be playing dress-up.

"Adopted her." Frank spoke, "Paperwork just went through recently,"

You're surprised by his words, even if they are a lie, you'd never think he'd even indirectly called you his daughter.

Zach seems interested in your fake limbs, "Are they alien?"

You looked to Frank for guidance, god there was no way you weren't father and daughter already, and he lets you conjure up any story you can about your cool magic arms

"I'm half-alien."

"No your not."

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Haha! I got you!"

Leo also seems to like you, but at the end of the day you end up helping Frank with what needs to be fixed.

Leo wants you to go do something with her, and you ask Frank and you're allowed, so you get dragged off by her

You're not completely clueless about the outside world, but things like malls, and parks you're not really used to, so it was fun hanging out with Leo at Claire's.

She bought you guys friendship necklaces, their little dinosaurs,

Frank asks you about it on the way home, You're pretty happy about it too, he's glad you're so happy about it, you like a little child.

It would actually turn into your totem; you know something you look at to ground yourself back into reality.

So when Frank gets the shit beat out of him you can't even ground yourself by looking at an object,

He's going to die and it's your fault are your only thoughts as you try and heal him to the best of your abilities, luckily with actual medical assistance from Curtis you're able to keep him alive

You don't leave him bedside, you're either sleeping in a chair beside him or sitting on the floor your head next to his hand

So when he wakes up, he can only rub your head: you're sleeping and exhausted by the looks of it.

He lets you rest, but it isn't long before your up, and hug him worriedly.

Any of that "Witchcraft shit" as Frank puts it he refuses to eat or drink, but you get him too and it works, in doses, but it works pretty effectively too

Ayo you threaten the Liberman you threaten Y/n and Frank and Y/n and Frank like killing people

Russo doesn't know much about you so he's surprised to see you standing there with arms crossed, like your the head of the exchange.

They take Frank, but your ready to go get him back with MAGIC

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Girls like you

THE POOL

JJ Maybank wasn't really sure why the Y/L/N family had hired him to clean out their pool when summer started. They seemed to like him around the hotel when they went for meals but he wasn't exactly qualified, he wasn't complaining though, they tip well and it couldn't be that hard.

His only problem was Y/N.

They never got on well. She was friends with Kie in her kook year, who even went as far as to dub her 'the only kook who doesn't make me want to gauge my eyes out', so she knew the pogues from around although they'd grown apart the girls shared no bad blood and always stopped to catch up when they saw each other around.

He was in the middle of raking the leaves from the large pool when he saw her. She was crossing the garden from the large mansion, clad in a bikini with sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. JJ hates how good she looks, her curves perfectly on display and a confident aura around her.

She's got headphones in, he notices as she saunters closer.

"Hi princess," He smirks, watching as she rolls her eyes

"I'm not your princess. How long are you gonna be?" She questions, settling onto one of the sun loungers next to the pool

"An hour or so," JJ states

"Well, could you do it quietly I'm hungover and I wanna just relax," She states, slipping the second headphone back into her ear before he can reply.

He cleans, unaware of her watching him from behind the glasses as she sips on her bottle of cold water. She would never tell anyone but watching him work, his muscles tensing and untensing under his vest shirt, a light sweat from the hot summer day on his skin, she couldn't help herself from thinking he looked good.

He would definitely admit to John B that he thought she looked fit. Her breasts spilling out of her bikini top a little and the barely there thong bottom's high cut making her legs look excruciatingly long. He'd probably make some crude jokes about hate sex being way more fun. He wouldn't admit though, to finding something very comforting about her presence, and finding the way she hummed along to whatever she was listening too adorable.

It's a further 40 minutes, JJ is trying to work out how to get the pool vaccuum to turn on, when her phone rings loudly.

"Hey Sare," Her voice speaks. JJ figures quickly it's Sarah Cameron, the pair are practically inseparable and the whole island knows it.

He half listens to her side of the conversation, more out of boredom than interest.

"No, babes, I love you and all but I really don't wanna. The last million times I've seen Rafe he's been so weird and creepy and I don't wanna be alone with him,"

JJ doesn't know why the comment angers him so much. Why does he even care if Rafe is clearly trying to pull her? It's none of his business. Yet, he can feel his blood boiling at the thought.

"No Sar, if I go and you have to stay with me then you can't go and be with Topper,"

She's silent for a few minutes before sighing "Fine. Fine, I'll come. See you in a minute. Bring me some shorts, I'm in the garden and can't be arsed to go upstairs and find some. You owe me forever,"

JJ wants to scream. Wants to tell her she shouldn't go if she feels uncomfortable around Kelce. He wishes Kie were here, maybe she could talk her into staying where she felt safe. Maybe she would be able to explain why JJ even gives a shit.

"Maybank," She states, he looks up, trying to act like he hasn't been listening. "I'm going out. You'll be the only one here," She informs

"Okay," He nods.

"My keys are on the kitchen counter, lock up when you're done and I'll just grab them from you at the hotel,"

"All right," He agrees

"When will you be there?" She questions, looking at him like he's an idiot. He groans internally, obviously she needed to know that.

"Tomorrow, 2 until closing,"

'"I'll swing by around 4," She informs. He nods, trying not to stare at her as she lets her hair down from the ponytail it had been in, shaking it out. A car honks outside and she turns, walking up the garden towards the side gates, turning a few metres away,

"Oh, there's an envelope on the kitchen counter with your tip in," She adds

"Thanks. Goodbye princess," He smiles,

"Still not your princess," she shouts back, turning and disappearing round the corner.

THE CAR

JJ felt a lot more in his element when her dad had called him asking if he could fix her car. He hadn't specified it was his eldest daughters, and JJ knew the family owned 7 cards despite only 3 of them even being able to drive.

JJ recognised it though, a white convertible porsche, he'd seen her driving it around before. Wether she was blasting music with the roof down singing with Sarah, picking up a take out from the wreck, driving around in the middle of the night, she'd even given Kie a lift to the Chateau before. He realised that he always seemed to notice her presence.

He was working in the family's garage, the bonnet popped open and grease all over him. It was an easy fix, if a little fiddly.

He jumped out of his skin when the door burst open. He is immediately taken aback by how good she looks. Clad in a tight black skirt that is ridiculously short, heels and a tight black V neck top with a lace trim around the neck. Her hair falls in bouncy curls around her shoulders and her makeup looks perfect. He would have sworn on everything he'd never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"You're a boy," The girl states.

"Good job noticing that one princess," JJ smirks, she rolls her eyes.

"I have a date and Sarah is being so unhelpful, can you help me pick a top?" She questions, he gulps, nodding.

"Okay, so this is option 1,"

"It looks good,"

"Right. But is it sexy? Do you look at me and think I wanna slam her against a wall and rail her?"

His eyes widen a little, that's one way of putting it he decides.

"Look, I'm your families help, I shouldn't be answering that,"

"Like I care Maybank," She groans, exasperated.

"Okay fine, I look at you in that and I think I wanna rip your clothes off,"

"Okay good. Option 2," She starts. JJ is shocked when she pulls her top off in front of him, without even turning around. He turns around, although not without taking a mental picture of her boobs being pushed up in a red lace bra. "Who knew you were a prude?"

"Just respecting you princess," He comments

"You've seen me in a bikini, what's the difference?" She questions, he stays silent having no quick comment to respond with. "I'm dressed," She states

He turns back around, she looks good, a forest green top made of satin.

"The first one is sexy, that one is cute,"

"Thanks JJ, oh, and hey, thanks for fixing my car,"

"Uh. Yeah, anytime,"

THE SUMMER HOUSE

JJ was happy to paint the summer house. He claimed to his friends it was just because they way over paid and tipped big. In reality it was because for three days straight he would get to catch glimpses of her. And he did.

He saw her when she swam in her pool.

He saw her when she played in the garden with her little sister.

He saw her when she cloud gazed with Sarah Cameron.

The best times he got to see her though, were when she would bring him stuff. Every so often she'd knock on the open door to the summer house, sometimes with water, sometimes with snacks, a few times even with a beer. A couple of times she stopped and made small talk, one time she even smeared paint on his cheek and giggled as he chased her through the garden.

He enters the kitchen, used to how the family worked now. An envelope of money waiting on the kitchen counter, they always seemed to be coming and going so it was easier.

He was shocked to see her in the kitchen, she's scrolling on her phone sipping on what looks to be an iced coffee

"Oh, hey JJ," She smiles

"Hey, I'm done," he informs, she nods, watching as he picks up the envelope "So, I'll be seeing you around,"

"Did you want a lift?" She questions, he looks at her slightly confused "I just noticed your bike wasn't here and it's kinda late to be walking back. It's a long walk,"

"You really don't have to princess,"

"Honestly, it's fine," she assures, jumping up and grabbing her keys before heading towards the garage.

She wasn't sure when she stopped hating JJ Maybank, wasn't sure when she started noticing little things like the blue in his eyes and which snapback he was wearing and how tired he looked. She wasn't sure when the sight of his bike in the driveway started giving her butterflies.

"So where is your bike?" She questions, the roof of the car is down and the wind blowing through her hair as she pulls out of the private estate her home is on.

"Didn't have enough fuel to get to yours and back," He shrugs

"Why didn't you just-" She cuts herself off "Shit, I'm so sorry. That was insanely rude, I wasn't even thinking and-" He chuckles, watching as she splutters and blushes

"It's okay. Life is different on the cut I can understand how a kook princess wouldn't get it," He shrugs, she nods, still not sure what to say.

"Y'know my life isn't perfect," She comments, he scoffs, unable to help himself. "I'm not kidding. It's privileged as fuck, I know that, but it's not perfect,"

"Go on then princess, what's so shit?" He doesn't mean for it to sound so harsh, he's genuinely curious

"My parents, they have basically planned my entire life, down to where I'll go to college, what sorority I'll be in, where I'll work my summer internship, who I'll marry, where I'll get married, which big kook house I'll live in, at what age I'll have to give up my career, which has been decided for me by them, to start trying for babies. It's 24 by the way so in 8 years. My whole life is decided and I don't want it. I wanna go on a trip around the world and surf and travel and explore. I wanna fall in love and get my heartbroken again and again until I find the right guy. I wanna live in a New York apartment and I wanna see the world. I don't wanna marry Rafe Cameron just cause our mothers are friends. I mean he's literally scary and harasses me and acts like even though I'm 16 I shouldn't have a choice cause one day he'll father my kids. And no one gets it, none of my friends, not even my best friend. The only person who ever understood why it was so shit was Kie and then she left, she left and lives her life and it's fun and exciting and anything could happen. I don't hate her for it but it fucking sucks that she left me miserable. I'll be miserable living my planned out life and then I'll die. Yeah, I have money and that's fucking great, but my life is far from perfect,"

JJ sits in a stunned silence. He's not really sure what to say. Their problems were very different but hers were just as shitty. He feels like he's seeing her in a whole new light.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't tell people that and we barely no each other," She mutters, not wanting to look at him

"Where would you go first?" His question surprised her

"On my fictitious surf trip?" She questions, he nods "Europe, Spain I think,"

They sit in silence the rest of the way, it's not awkward though, both of them feel comforted by each other presence. He gives her instructions to the chateau.

"We are probably gonna drink some beers and smoke. You wanna stay? You could crash here and drive home in the morning," JJ offers

"I can't. My family are having dinner at the hotel. Thanks though," She smiles gently

"Yeah. Uh, I hope it's not too shit. Thanks for the ride princess,"

He climbs out of the car, his friends who sit on the porch immediately calling out to him, they're all laughing and teasing him about his lift home and when he looks back he almost thinks he sees a look of longing in her eyes before she's reversing out of the chateau.

THE BOAT

"Can you fix it?" She questions. JJ Maybank has never seen her look nervous before.

It was only 6:30 AM when she'd started banging on the door to the Chateau, tears in her eyes and panic on her face hoping JJ would be here. John B had pulled the door open, half asleep and groaning a little at the bright sunlight. He'd let her into the small home and disappeared to wake JJ up. John B opted not to put too much thought into the way the minute her name was said JJ leaped out of bed and shoved into the living area, the way his hands cupped her cheeks to see if she was okay, the way he was calling her princess as he tried to calm down her hiccuping tears.

"I can fix it," He confirms. They're standing on the deck of her families boat "It's an easy fix princess, okay? don't even worry," He speaks in a comforting tone

"Thank you JJ,"

"No worries. It'll take me a while, you got anywhere to be?"

"No. Well yes, a breakfast thing with the Cameron's but it's at my house and I can't exactly show up without the boat so,"

"So you're hiding out here all day?" JJ questions

"Well, I don't wanna intrude. I can go and hang out at the beach,"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can hang here. C'mon, I need to be down the bottom with the engine, you can sit and entertain me,"

She watches intently as he works, now that he's not working at her house he hasn't bothered with a shirt, instead just wearing shorts and his infamous red baseball cap. He glances at her occasionally, her makeup streaky from crying and wearing a short white dress.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" He questions

"Not really," She admits, he nods and she sighs before beginning to explain"Rafe wanted to go boating late and then it all went wrong and then we got the boat to the nearest dock, hence why we are in the middle of nowhere, and he said he was going to call someone to get a lift and it was rainy so I was waiting in here. It had been a while so I went outside to check on him and he was gone. I didn't know what to do. Dad would kill me for breaking the boat, do I just kinda figured I'd walk to yours and hopefully you would no how to fix it. Then I realised I have no clue where you live so I walked to John B's and hoped for the best,"

"He just left you in the middle of nowhere alone?" JJ doesn't know why he's so mad, they were hardly even friends

"Yeah. He texted me to let me know it was cause he's already in shit with his dad and didn't wanna go down for breaking my family's boat," She shrugs, JJ wants to go and find Rafe Cameron and beat his skull in.

"Look, a girl like you deserves someone who would treat them a million times better than that,"

"I always thought you hated me," She admits

"So did I, until this summer I kinda did," He shrugs

"What changed?" She asks, the question is so vulnerable he can't help himself from looking at her

"You aren't what I thought you'd be," He admits, she nods slowly

"How should a girl like me be treated?" She questions

"Like they're the only thing on earth," He's not really sure why he's so openly telling her how he feels but it feels too late now

"Is that how you'd treat me Maybank?"

"Girls like you don't date boys like me," He shrugs, turning quickly back to what he's doing, not wanting her to recognise the disappointment on his face.

THE PARTY

It was no secret her family hosted a big formal party on the 10th of July every year, her parents wedding anniversary. JJ had waited the party the last 2 years and this summer was no different, he'd even managed to get John B and Pope a job too.

His heart had stopped when he saw her, her dress was the exact shade of blue as the sky and flowed beautifully down to her feet, her hair curled with the front pinned back, her makeup beautiful. She looked like an angel approaching him and god why did she have to look so perfect.

"Hey JJ," She smiles, grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray he's holding "Could you do me a favour?"

"Of course," He agrees, expecting some job that needed doing for the party

"If you see Rafe and I'm on my own..." She trails off "I'm trying to avoid him, after the other day,"

It's three hours into the party when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her along behind him and away from Rafe who is clearly trying to catch her alone. He pulls her into a small cupboard slamming the door closed behind him and locking it.

"What was that about?"

"Rafe," He shrugs, he didn't outwardly say he'd been watching her all night to make sure he could look out for her. He also didn't say he would have been watching her all night even if she hadn't asked him too.

"JJ, you know how your coming over next week to fix that one door that you can't open from inside the cupboard?" She question

"Yeah," He states, peering out of the key hole to see if Rafe is still looking for her

"Well, this is the cupboard,"

"Shit!" He shouts, pulling away from the door to face her. "Shit, it's your parents wedding anniversary and I got you locked in the cupboard,"

"It's alright," She shrugs "They hate each other most the time anyway,"

"Call someone to let you out,"

"Where on this dress did you think there was pockets, you call someone,"

"My phone is in the twinkie,"

"The what?"

"John B's car," JJ sighs. "Fuck princess, I'm so sorry," He groans

"It's fine. Sarah will come looking for me eventually," She shrugs. He nods, watching as she sits down on the ground, patting the space next to her.

He obliges, sitting next to her, knees touching in the tight space.

"You look nice tonight, I like the shirt and tie," She compliments, he can feel himself blush and is glad the cupboard is dark enough she probably can't see it.

"Y'know what you said on the boat the other day?" She questions, he immediately knows what she's referring too "About how girls like me don't date boys like you,"

"Yeah," He confirms

"Why is that?" She questions quietly

"I couldn't make you happy princess. Your parents would hate me. I couldn't take you on the fancy dates you're used to. You wouldn't be happy,"

"My parents love you, they think you're resourceful and hard working. I hate the stuffy dates figure 8 boys take me on," She informs, he laughs a little at that. "Besides, you already make me happy. I'm just saying Maybank, if you don't wanna date me just say it, don't try and put it on me,"

JJ isn't really sure how to react. How to explain he desperately wanted to date her, wanted her to be his girl and wanted to shower her in love and adoration. He isn't sure how to tell her that by inadvertently telling him she wanted to date him she had made him the happiest man on earth. He's not really great with words and it all feels too hard to say.

So, instead, he turns slightly, taking her face in his hands and pulling her to him, his lips crashing against hers and somehow she knows everything he wanted to say.

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“Merry Christmas?”

Ron Weasley x Reader

Day 4 of the 12 Days til Christmas Special!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: (Y/n)’s been invited to spend Christmas with the Weasleys. What could go wrong?

Warnings: cookies? None? (Y’all slept in the same bed and no one acts like it’s a weird thing so just go with it. The age isn’t specified so it’s fine 😂)

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

“Wake up, Ronald!” Ginny’s voice rang out, waking her brother, who had been happily sleeping with his girlfriend, who was nuzzled comfortably on his chest.

“Go away.” He mumbled, pulling (Y/n) closer, as she started to shift as well.

“Mum wants you and (Y/n) to help her in the kitchen!” Ginny continued, earning an annoyed groan from the boy.

“Fine!” He complained, opening his eyes to be met with a tired (Y/n), squinting her eyes, clearly not enjoying being awake this early either.

“Ron?” She asked, frowning when he pulled away. He grinned down at her. She was so cute like this; all sleepy and cuddly. He hated that they had to get up. But, his mum needed their help. Maybe she was making Christmas cookies…

“Good morning, love.” He whispered, running his hand through her hair. (Y/n) sighed in content, before grudgingly allowing him to get to his feet.

“Morning. What are we doing today?” She asked, sitting up and taming her bed head into a ponytail with the hair tie on her wrist. Ron threw a random shirt over his head, before turning back to his girlfriend, and pulling her by the hand off the bed and flush against him.

“Well, my mum needs us for something right now, but then I’m all yours.” He said, with a smirk that caused (Y/n) to laugh.

“Yeah?” She asked, receiving a nod of agreement.

“Absolutely.” He leaned down to kiss her, (Y/n) moving to meet him, when a loud knock on the door interrupted them.

“Ron! Kitchen!” Ginny called out, making him swear a little under his breath at the interruption, (and (Y/n) giggle) before answering.

“Coming!”

+ + +

“You’re terrible at this.” (Y/n) noted as she took in the poorly decorated cookie in front of Ron. His mother had tasked them with making her sugar cookies festive and pretty, and while (Y/n) had taken the orders to heart, Ron seemed more intent on getting frosting and sprinkles on himself, rather then the treats.

“I don’t know what you mean, these are delicious.” He said, popping one in his mouth to prove his point. (Y/n) shrugged, adding little frosting buttons to her cookie snowman.

“You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” She said, cringing as he opened his mouth to answer her, remnants of his snack still clearly visible inside.

“Then I’ll die happy.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t comment again, as Molly Weasley entered the room to see how they were doing. She gasped as she stopped in front of the girl’s.

“Oh, (Y/n)! These are absolutely lovely, darling!” (Y/n) grinned, proud of herself, as the woman turned to her son’s monstrosities, and sighed indignantly.

“Well… at least you didn’t eat all the icing.” She uttered simply, disappointment clear on her face that Ron couldn’t care less about.

“Thanks, Mum.” He answered, clearly not listening to her at all, as he continued to dig into the candies meant for decoration. (Y/n) and Molly looked at each other, shaking their heads at his behavior before the red haired woman turned for the door.

“You two are free to go once that batch is finished.” She called over her shoulder as she left, making Ron grin mischievously.

“No…” (Y/n) mumbled, shaking her head as Ron reached for the frosting container.

“Oh, c’mon, (Y/n). I’m bored of this. If we hurry up, we can go do something else.” He explained, plopping frosting on cookies and the proceeding to throw handfuls of sprinkles at them. When he was done, however, Ron seemed to have another idea…

“Ronald Weasley, don’t you dare!”

+ + +

“And that’s what happened. I’m really sorry about your cookies, Mrs. Weasley.” (Y/n) said, as she and Ron stood in front of his mother, covered from head to toe in colorful frosting and candies, from Ron, who seemed to think it would be fun to have a holiday food fight.

“Yeah, sorry, Mum.” Her boyfriend added, swiping a glob of frosting from his cheek and licking it off his fingers. (Y/n) almost faced palmed. She was sure his mother was going to kill them. That is until…

“I suppose it’s alright. I’ll let it slide this once. After all, it is Christmas.” Molly said, grabbing a broom, with the intention of heading back into the abandoned war zone. “You two go get cleaned up, then you can come help me. Oh, and (Y/n), dear. I think there’s a reindeer in your hair.” The woman commented, gesturing towards the cookie stuck to her. (Y/n) pulled it out and turned to glare at Ron in annoyance. He smiled back at her apologetically.

“Merry Christmas?”

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