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orecana · 4 months

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Goodbye my love

Lee sohee x male reader

Hello Everyone! Orecana back with another fic for you guys! I've decided to write about riize because i like this group at the moment. i hope you guys enjoy my fics and thank you to everyone who have supported me so far. Happy Reading!

Warning! the following story contains

heavy angst

major character death (angst)

Reincarnation

suicide

blood/gore

Toxicity

(disclaimer: if you don't like the following and boys love/bl, please..... get the fuck out!)

Two kids were playing together in a playground. One of them was playing with their toy car while one was playing on a mini piano.

(imagine the following in a kid voice, please don't mind the full words. i don't know how to write kid speaking)

"it sounds so nice y/n!"

"thanks, sohee-hyung!. your car is so cool. *giggle*"

that's where their story started. it had grown from then to when they go to the same school to when they go into battle together.

Why battle? because the witch was an ancient evil that has awakened and it threatened the entire world. Every male on the planet must come together to combat this evil. (this was from that century where only male could fight so i'm sorry to females. pls forgive me!)

Today was the day they head into battle against the witch.

"Hey! how about we have a bet? whoever kills the witch gets to make the other do whatever they want."

"come on y/n. this is an ancient evil for god sake. you're trying to make a bet now!?"

"hmph! just admit you're too weak to fight it"

Sohee glared at y/n who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'll see you beg for mercy when i'm done with that witch."

"oh really? (rolls eyes) i kinda want to see you beg instead though."

sohee only sighs as the bell rings loudly.

"attention all warriors, the time for battle has begun. make way to the battlefield. Once we get rid of this witch, we'll be free."

Sohee and y/n get up from their spots and make their way towards the battlefield. y/n turn back and take off his necklace before putting it on sohee.

"why-?"

"My mother always says that if i ever find the person i cherished the most, i should give it to them for good luck."

y/n smile warmly as sohee blushes and looks away.

"come on let's hunt that witch."

The battle was pretty one sided for some reason. The witch's army didn't stood a chance against the human. All those humanoid and horrible monsters cut down in an instant.

Y/n rushes in with his flying swords clearing the way for the army to move forward to the castle while sohee survey the area for any potential danger.

They arrive at the witch's castle and opens the gate. y/n motions for the soldiers to stay back as he and sohee look for any danger.

just as they enter the castle the gate immediately closes behind them as the soldiers outside yell for them. they curse themselves for getting trapped but they were interrupted by laughter.

They look towards the throne and there she was. the witch.

The witch looks incredibly old. y/n doesn't even need to scan to know that this witch is extremely weak right now.

"well well well, it seems human are capable creatures after all. you managed to defeat all of my minions very easily, color me impressed. but it seems that you 2 already know what fate lies after going through this door don't you? especially you y/n l/n."

Sohee looks at y/n questioningly while y/n could only look back with guilt. Y/n twirls his hand as the flying swords pierces the witch as she smiles wickedly.

"YOU FOOL. YOU KNEW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE YET YOU DARE KILL ME?!"

"So what? if these powers are with me, at least they'll be less troublesome."

Y/n twirls around with both hands as multiple swords flew aiming at the witch who only looks at y/n with disbelief. y/n grins maliciously as he grips both of his hands, causing the swords to stab into the witch's entire body as blood and destroyed organs flew everywhere.

A dreadful silence remains as sohee watched in horror at what his best friend just did.

"y/n.... what did you just do...?

*giggle* "what did i do? take her powers for myself of course."

"why.. why would you do that?"

"Why..... WHY?"

y/n screams as darkness surrounded him changing his clear (hair color) to white and his clothes are turn into black.

"To have revenge against humanity of course!"

"but you said you wanted to-"

"save humanity? it was a lie. they killed everyone i loved, my mother was sacrificed as if she was nothing in their eyes!"

"Then what about me? am i not someone important too?"

Y/n opens his mouth but he hesitated. Sohee desperately wanted y/n to say yes that their friendship wasn't nothing but it was only inevitable.

"you were just a toy for me to show off. you are nothing to me!"

Sohee wouldn't lie when he heard his heart crack at those words.

"You won't step outside y/n l/n."

"Oh? and who are you to stop me?"

"your best friend"

Y/n only laughs as he raises his hands to summon many swords.

"Very well, once i'm done with you. there will be no one to stop me!"

Smiling evilly, y/n sends thousands of swords towards sohee who dodges all of them with swift precision. suddenly one of them was able to hit sohee as he grimaces then many started to damage sohee as he kneels down on the ground with many scars on him.

"i know all of your tricks sohee, you can't beat me"

Sohee sighs as he stands still and raises his hand.

Y/n widens his eyes and tries to stop him but then a barrier surrounded him.

"no........ no no no no no NO! My plan was brilliant! HOW-"

Y/n was unable to finish his words as sohee quickly stabs him through the chest with his spear causing him to bleed and cough out blood.

Sohee pulls his spear out as y/n falls onto his knees while smiling weakly. his eyes are filled with tears and regret. the witch's power slowly leaves him as y/n returns to his original look.

the witch's power looks at sohee with hunger as it charges towards sohee but y/n immediately slash his necklace on sohee's neck which causes it to unleash a binding spell that captures the power as it growls in agony.

"SOHEE NOW!"

Sohee begins to chants a spell and activates it on the power, effectively destroying it.

"heh, i knew i could always count on you jagi~."

"Y/N!"

Y/n collapses as sohee goes to hold him.

"the witch's power will keep consuming stronger hosts and manipulate them so i had to make you hate me in order for you to force it out."

"But why? you-you're gonna die!"

"because i was gonna die soon anyways, my family is connected to the witch. we can only live until we have our first kiss."

"What do you mean?"

Y/n sealed his and sohee's lips together.

"I love you sohee so please....

never.....

forget.... *closes eyes*

me..."

Sohee looks at the boy in arms who was smiling warmly as if he was alive but he knows better.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

youtube

*timeskips*

Sohee walks towards your grave that he had made near his house in the garden that you guys loved playing in. He couldn't help but break down as he looks at your portrait, of your beautiful smile.

He leaned against your grave as he look up at the sky. he remembers that moment.

"c'mon sing with me sohee!"

"No....."

"UGH! you're so boring!"

Sohee smiles as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.

(songs and romanized lyrics above in the video. Below are english translated lyrics, i apologized if they're not accurate i just took them off google)

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

Sohee was about the sing the next verse when he sees him. The person giggle and cups his cheeks. how he miss the person he sees in front of him right now.

Even though we just parted(said bye bye)

i'm overflowing to meet you again

and that days kiss has almost disappeared

i'm waiting a mail from you

sohee sings the next part as he gaze lovingly at the spirit of the person he loved and cherished

When i meet you the time limit will decrease

when we are together time becomes precious

we just said bye bye but i want to meet you again

with an mail to you a I'll meet you again

at the scene of return waits twilight

i feel like bringing you away

when your warmth disappear

i wake up from a dream to face the reality door

(From this point on y/n will sing the 'girl/vocal part' while sohee will sing the 'boy/rap part' and will sing together during the 'I love you part' and at the last chorus)

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

sohee held hands with the fragment of his lover as he sings the next part

"I want to meet you right now"in limited time

seems like i belive in"endless love"

when i think that i'll leave you

i feels like the pain splits me in two

your charming face torn

at the countdown of the nights end

Love you baby love you baby words freeze

Today begins and i can see you again

The more i think

the more i miss you and i want to meet you

the fragment of y/n leans against him as he closes his eyes sings along

The more i want to be by your side the more i cant reach tomorow

"Eternal"seems always until i find you

I dont want to let you go i dont want to be apart from you

Love you baby love for you

i dont want to let you go

Sohee suddenly coughs up blood as the fragment holds his body. then the fragment sees it, a bottle of poison. the fragment cups his cheek as he crys.

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

without sun alone in the midle of the night

you are all i can see...

Sohee uses his last breath to sing, to fulfill that wish

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

Sohee dies as he finishes the song as he laid resting upon the grave of y/n l/n as many guards alert the authority when they discover this.

Despite never being happy on the living realm, if you listen closely you can hear the laughter of 2 lovers cherishing each other forever and for all eternity.

#Youtube #riize #riize sohee #lee sohee #sohee x male reader #bxb #war #angst #angst with a happy ending #kpop male idol x male reader #kpop male idol #riize x male reader

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ghost-tripitaka-au · 4 months

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Hiiii

Welcome to the Blog!

When Mysterious circumstances arise, Tripitaka is somehow a ghost haunting Tang for reasons unknown.

Now Tang has to continue the journey with a ghost nagging at the side of his shoulder.

“Tang don’t write that.”

“What? It’s true!”

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Rules:

No Toxicity

No NSFW

No Homophobia (Unless it’s story-wise)

No Bashing on Tripitaka please, I know some of ya’ll hate him but please don’t go too far.

Be nice!

Have fun!

Do not blame me if he’s inaccurate.

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Characters to ask in Arc 1

Tang

Tripitaka

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This is inspired by @countinglegoclowns AU as well.

It just has its own plot-

Arc 1: The journey begins long before the pilots! Drama, adventure and excitement awaits in these new cast of characters.

Arc 2: The pilots start to form! But what’s this? a change in the timeline? Oh who knew?

Arc 3: DBK strikes again, this time his plan to overtake Megapolis is a success, without a Monkie Kid or his team of heroes, who shall tip the scales of balance now?

Arc 4: It’s the election for Megapolis’ mayor and the Monkie Kids have decided to strike! Will they succeed, will they fail? I dunno, something’s gonna happen.

Arc 5: While finding Rin, DBK heads for Flower Fruit Mountain to consult Wukong unaware of the horrors beyond.

Arc 6: You want a summary? Basically Season 3 Ep 1-2 but with SHIT ton of more lore.

Arc 7: The gang try to find a way to get the Samadhi Fire while Mathias is experiencing some HECTIC side effects from the mask.

Arc 8: The Amnesia episode to the Lantern,to the ritual, basically nearly half of Season 3, were close to Season 4 and nearing my favorite arc that I’ve been planning for a while. So buckle up people.

Arc 9: Looks like Season 3 has ended, what awaits us next folks? Also remember that the next arc is supposed to start with Tang, can’t call it ‘Ghost Tripitaka AU’ when Tang and Tripitaka ain’t there.

Arc 10: The gang get a side quest to save Mathias. Meanwhile Tang gets stuck somewhere…Deja Vu to the max.

Arc 11 part 1: Tang gets trapped in the multiverse…what’s this, *Gasp* a @mentality-of-wukong-au reference?!

Arc 11 part 2: Still trapped, but something happens that changes the course of history.

Arc 11 part 3: You know what this is getting old. (Be nice Tang)

Arc 11 part 4: At this point I might as well be Tripitaka waiting for my rescue. (At least I was quiet about it) Oh HAHAHAH, shut up.

Arc 11 part 5: The end of this universe. Wonder what awaits us in the next…what you thought it was like Mow and we’d only go through one universe? Yeah no fuck that.

Arc 12 part 1: In a new universe where the Traffic Light Trio have become the new dictators of society.

Arc 12 part 2: The past is shown about the circumstances of the Bull Family.

Arc 12 part 3: Wukong’s finally here and oop-! Looks like some drama going on here

Arc 12 part 4:Err looks like Director and Assistant got bored…welp! Unto the next world! Jesus, it’s hard to be the Head of Entertainment! Look at me Shiny! Inferior to the Clone known as Mow! Yet I’m over here making movies for the Old married Couple that could otherwise be our mothers…well technically they adopted the Blue one…I think…? Er, anyways, next arc I suppose.

Arc 13 part 1: Into the Fnafverse we go in a colorful cast of horror and fun!

Arc 13 part 2: Hey! More fnaf! And more fun!

Arc 13 part 3: <̷̼̫̝̙̯̻̟̲͈̬̜̈́̈́̀̑̔͆͑̅̌̈́̚͝͝͝͝Ă̵͙͚̎̓̐́̋̓n̷̪̈́͒͝ ̸̙̱͔̗̟̯͇̹̖̭̭̺̫͒ͅȄ̴̦̗͔̰̠̱͚̝͍̲̙͔̽̄̉̃̈́̉̅̂̐̊̕͝͠ͅr̸͇̙̔͂̃r̴̡̛̗̘͉͕̜̫͈͔̀̌͑̑̋̓͒̾̈́̉̊̾̚͝ͅo̵̜̱̳̦̮͚̥̳͉͚̠̬̎r̸̙͓̞̠̂͗̇̅͋̈́̄͐̂́̌̕͘͝ ̷̧͎̬̖̭͔̇̑̾̀̆̆ͅh̸̨̦̘̦͔͓̬̳̥̿̃̑̈́̔͂̌̕ͅa̶̮̠̎͜͝s̷̨̼̮͖̗̞͓̦̟̳̆̐̿̀̿͘̚ ̵̛̗̣̳̘͔͎̐̏̀̑́̍͐͊͝ͅȎ̴̡̮̱̗̺̣͉̏̽̽̄ĉ̷̨͓͍̘̤͓̪͚͚̦͎̟̒̑̀̃̿͊̄͛͜͜͠c̴̡̧̛͎̪͇̻͓̣͇̼͔̼͑͝ų̷̤̪̹̖̑̔r̸̡̡̩̲̺̺̪̼͉͈̺͐ͅŗ̴͉̼͈́̚ę̶̳̭̙͈̱͍̃̈́̏͆͊̀͗͑̈́͋̍̒͛̄͘d̶̛͖͕͗̍͊̎͂͊̃̽̾̾͒͗>̶̦̫͕̾̏͆͋̀͛͆̊̋̈̊̔̾͝

Arc 14: [Error: Program Overriden]

#lego monkie kid #lmk tang #lmk tripitaka #pinned post

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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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HELLO EVERYONE !! It's xmas eve and I decided to round up my commission work with this cute little oneshot my commissioner requested🥰🥰consider this my xmas gift to you all !! Remember to take care of yourselves and spend quality time with your loved ones💓

"family", an idv oneshot📕🧸

no warnings at all this is just pure fluff, FOUND FAMILY FUCK YEAH!!!!!!, a tad short i fear, reader's gender not specified as usual

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"____!" You suddenly heard a voice call you.

"Oh. There you are, Memory." You glanced up at the little girl standing in the snow. There was a shit eating grin on her face as she was gripping something with her hands tightly. You tilted your head in curiosity. "And there's my..."

"Scarf!" She grinned.

You sighed. "I've been looking for it the whole day. Now... mind giving it back?"

"No way!" She poked her tongue at you and ran.

"Oh yo- you little shit!" You yelped, and got yourself going for that brat. "Give it back! I'm gonna tell your da- your brothe- whatever he is!" Your legs slowly started to deceive you, yet Memory still ran and ran in the seemingly endless snow. It was a beautiful snowy day - the sun's glow filled up the crystal snow with light and brought warmth to pale faces and rosy red noses.

"God... damn it." You lifelessly plopped down into the crunchy layer of snow. "I'm no match for these youngsters nowadays."

"Looks like Memory had you breathless." A gentle voice from behind woke you from your "nap." It was Orpheus - his cheeks puffed up and turned bright red in color from the cold, and he had a kitschy winter coat over his usual classy attire. "Need something to warm you up?" He offered you a cup of hot chocolate. "Definetly." You picked yourself up from the snow and took the cup from his hand. You forgot how fun of a feeling it was sensing the heat run from your fingertips to your knuckles, spinning the cup around so you don't burn yourself. "How come you're outside? You usually stay inside by the fireplace when the weather's like this. Looking for inspiration, I suppose?"

"Partially, yes." His lips slowly tilted into a smile as he spoke. "I wanted to see what you were doing. Looks like Memory has you as her target today, huh. You took her doll or something?" He chuckled as he wrapped his own scarf around your neck. "Have mine until you get yours back."

"Oh, thank you, really-" You had to be honest, he kind of suprised you with that gesture. "Well... not sure. She's been excitedly running around the manor all day - seems like she just wanted to go outside. You know how kids are with their snowy days and... snowman building and things."

You took a sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was simply perfect, the remaining chocolate pieces swirling around your tongue and the marshmallows melting in the corner of your mouth.

"Novelists and poets are the same as kids in that way, then. Can't even lie, I love snowy days. A ghoulish, scrawny autumn paysage turns into a crystal wonderland at least for a day. Isn't it magical?" He licked his lips. "Just look at the sun rays slicing through those icicles hanging off of the branches over there. Doesn't it remind you of a crystal chandelier for a second?"

"If you say so, Shakespeare", you said as you pinched his nose, "yet i'm more interested in the "snowball fight" aspect of it." You reached for a fistful of flaky snow and threw it at him.

"Hey! Now you're just using the fact that i'm defenseless against me! Don't make me grab my scarf back!" He laughed. "You got your scarf rightfully stolen, alright?"

"Your monocle too!"

"My... what?"

He reached for his face in horror.

"Orpheus. Your monocle. It's gone."

"Since when?"

"Since I saw you outside?"

He buried his face into his hands. "I... I didn't even notice... I'm so used to the feeling of it on my face that I lost it..."

You sighed. "Oh, Orphy... don't worry, you probably just tucked it away somewhere."

You slowly wrapped your arm around his shoulder - he responded by gently putting his head on your shoulder.

"Let's go for a walk to clear our minds, 'kay? At least I know what to get you this Christmas..."

"Hi guys!"

It was Memory. She was all dressed up from head to toe in her winter clothes - only her nose and mouth peered from between the brim of her cap and the edge of her scarf.

"Oh. It's you. Little gremlin."

She just grinned at your sarcastic remark. "I've got a suprise for you two guys..."

"...Buuuut?"

"...but there's one rule." She raised her little index finger into the air.

"...And that rule being?"

She suddenly yanked your scarf from behind her back. "Catch me first!" She yelled as she ran into the snow for the second time, your scarf waving behind her like a fiery trail.

"Get her!" You and Orpheus jumped up and ran. "We can't lose her this time!"

Memory's image in front of you started to wither in the shadow of the winter sun. You two were out of breath again, sweat freezing on your forehead, yet your eyes were on the prize and your legs somehow cooperated with you. You noticed you didn't even look at Memory anymore - just the trail of her footsteps that she left in the fluffy snow.

"I...cannot...run...anymore..." Orpheus whined as he threw himself into the snow. You weren't doing any better, either, dropping to your knees as you panted.

"You guys made it!" Memory yelled out in front of you. "Now for your prize..."

"What is it..?" Orpheus mumbled as he sat up in the snow.

She moved away, revealing three snowy figures - two big ones, and one small one nested between the big ones. "Ta-dah! Now for the finishing touches..."

She wrapped your scarf around one of the snowmen. "To be fair, looking at it from afar, it looks like you a bit." Orpheus chuckled under his breath.

As she approached the other big snowman, she clumsily pulled out a monocle - Orpheus' monocle - from the pocket of her coat and wedged it into the face of the snowman. "Guess we found your monocle." You poked fun at him while she set it. "It does look like you, though."

For the little one, she reluctantly took her doll, and placed it by its base. "Here it is!"

She turned around and bowed.

"Looks wonderful, Memo-" Orpheus said as she ran towards him and knocked him into the snow again. You simply gave up on scolding her - you rested your head in the snow, Memory making snow angels between you two.

"Seems like you spent a lot of time on it. What's the name of your little masterpiece, hm?" Orpheus wondered, carefully fixing her cap as she laid in the snow.

She pouted. "I... didn't think of that. Stop! Let me think."

A few seconds passed as she thought, drumming her frostbitten fingers on her cheek.

"I'll call it... family!"

#idv headcanons #identity v #idv #idv x reader #idv oneshot #idv fanfic #identity v headcanons #identity v fanfic #orpheus idv #idv orpheus #novelist identity v #identity v novelist #novelist idv #identity v orpheus #orpheus #idv memory #idv little girl #identity v little girl

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sunny6677 · 9 months

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Spooky Month: The Dating Sim

Part 24

(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)

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You decided to ask him what he wanted to do.

Skid seemed to think for a moment, tapping his foot as his thoughts seemingly raced within his mind. A childish smile them formed on his face. "I know! Let's watch something!"

A little surprised by how eager he seemed, you let out a small chuckle. You then nodded. And with that, the kid slowly turned around, and began to race toward where the living room was. The only thing you could really do was follow behind with a soft smile.

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Skid and you were now in the living room. You were sat atop the couch, paying attention to the screen. Skid had asked for you to turn on a horror movie, so currently, you were both watching one right now. Your phone was set beside you on the couch, incase anyone would happen to text you. And Skid was sitting on the floor, his gaze fixed on the screen, and his permanent smile remaining on his face through the mask he was wearing.

You were a little unsure about the idea of him watching something like a horror movie despite being so young, yet even so, you had turned it on for him anyway after he managed to convince you. You had to admit, Skid seemed like a pretty brave kid. And he really did seem to like horror-related stuff.

You could hear the faint buzzing of the air conditioning behind the sounds of the TV. The room was lit by the artifical lights from above, the beige walls and the silver floor popping out in vibrant colors. You could feel the coating of the fuzzy couch beneath your palms as you continued to watch the movie. The movie had been a regular serial killer horror movie, where the killer was hunting a group of a bunch of teenage characters no one ever really liked when it came to these movies. Skid seemed like he was enjoying it, so you didn't mind it all that much.

You found a comment slip out from your mouth. In an almost impressed tone, you commented on how he sure liked spooky things. Skid turned his head back to you, and a smile was still present on his face. "Hehe.. yeah! I love everything spooky! Especially spooky month!"

..spooky month, huh? You figured he must have meant Halloween. For whatever reason, you felt the urge to shout "IT-SA SPOOKY MONTH?!" and then proceed to dance. You.. weren't sure why you felt this strange urge, and pushed it back into your mind. You then finally spoke aloud that you could see why he liked it, and that he was a pretty brave kid.

Skid only smiled at that, and set his gaze back onto the movie. You began to turn your attention to the sc—

...you received a text. You could tell, because in the corner of your eye, you received a notification from your messenger app. You then picked up the phone, and took a look at the screen. Seemingly, it had been from Kevin.

"Oh—I get that. Don't worry. I know what it's like to deal with kids lol."

You smiled, and picked up the phone. You sent a message back that only said "Lmao". You then sent another message saying that you hoped he had a nice day at work at least, and that you'd be more available to message whenever you were done babysitting, and that you'd talk to him if you could.

Kevin didn't type anything back. You assumed after a few seconds he was probably busy. So with a sigh, you set down your phone.

Then, Skid spoke up. "Hey! We should get some ice-cream!"

You arched a brow. You thought back to that one oddly muscular man in that van you had a strange encounter with, yet you shook those thoughts away anyway. You only cocked your head to the side as he continued to speak. "And then we should go see my friend!" He beamed.

You thought for a moment on what to do. You didn't want to make Lila upset or anything if she didn't want him to go out. But you didn't want to dissapoint him either.

#spooky month #kevin spooky month #skid spooky month #spooky month: the dating sim

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thebiscuiteternal · 1 year

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since you said crossovers were okay can we see some of that fashion buddies crossover you mentioned awhile back?

(Man, copypasting and editing this on my phone turned out to be a pain in the ass.)

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There are rumblings of a strange new monster wandering about the jianghu. It appears to be a woman dressed in scandalous black clothing with gold armor, except it can't be an actual woman because the scout reports say that she can grow taller than the trees or smaller than a bird, that she can fly on insect wings and shoot lightning from her hands.

A joke, the great sects think. A tale created and spread by drunkards.

Until a group of Lan disciples are the next to cross her path.

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Janet van Dyne is having a very, very bad week. She's lost count of the number of magical or technological portals she's been tossed through in her lifetime, so at first she'd been grateful to at least have ended up on Earth this time.

And then the first group of people she had come across had promptly run screaming.

What Mandarin she's picked up on both her jobs is no help, since no one gives her time to speak before they attack, and like hell she's just going to stand there and let herself be stabbed.

Which has only led to this. Staring at a drawing of a snarling face under the hooded visor of her costume.

She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose to stave off a headache, then considers her options.

She's been (guiltily) stealing food in her small form already... maybe if she could nick some clothing, it would be easier to hide...

The only problem being that she would also need to steal a basin so she could particle-treat them to change size with her (no naked escapes, thank you very much), and that would be noticeable.

She's still deciding what to do when two young men, a grouchy looking one Steve's size in greens and greys and the other more placid one in the white and blue of the last group to try and kill her, enter the inn through the doorframe she's currently hiding on.

And they have swords like that last group.

Shit.

Time to go.

She slips out of a gap between boards and heads for the edge of town, but only a little ways away from the inn, she starts feeling inexplicably exhausted.

Maybe the sleep deprivation is catching up to her. Holes in trees and cracks in walls aren't exactly comfortable.

Without meaning to, her flight path starts drifting lower as the sleepiness gets worse.

-and then she's startled back to fully awake when she's snared right out of the air by a net with glowing threads.

"Fu-" <<Hey! Let me out!>>

The kid holding the net looks a year or two younger than Nadia and Ying, and... oh, damn, he's wearing the same colors as tall, dark, and grumpy back at the inn. That can't be a coincidence.

<<You don't look all that scary for a monster,>> he says, tilting his head.

Oh, thank God. Finally, someone who talks first instead of going right for stabby things.

<<That's because I'm not a monster,>> she replies, retracting her visor into her hood and yanking it back to uncover her hair, ears, and face.

<<But you are magical?>>

She briefly debates how much she should explain, then settles on keeping it simple. <<I was a science experiment.>>

That seems to be good enough, as the boy puts the net down on a table that passers-by are unlikely to notice, letting her start untangling herself.

He sits down and rests his chin on his fists with a grin she knows all too well promises mischief. <<So does that mean you don't want to use your giant size to crush thousands of innocents into soup?>>

<<Alright, one: That's morbid. And gross... Are people really saying that?>>

<<Among other horrors.>>

She groans. <<Great. No. Literally the only two things I want right now are a bath and some sleep.>>

Before he can answer, there's a commanding bark of "Huaisang!" from the street, and the kid winces.

<<Friend of yours?>>

<<My older brother,>> he replies, then scratches his cheek in thought. <<Can you hide in my sleeve?>

<<Your collar would be easier on both of us,>> Jan says. She's still wary, but seeing as he seems willing to risk trusting her, she'll go along.

She flutters up to settle between the third and fourth layers, hiding under his hair and tucking her wings in to curl herself up small.

<<All set?>>

She hopes she's not making a huge mistake. <<Let's go.>>

#mdzs #marvel #nie huaisang #janet van dyne #the wasp #fanfic #long post

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adammbakri · 1 year

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Kindergarten

I was particularly enchanted by my new brown sandals that day. I don’t recall where we were walking home from, my mother and I, but I knew we were homeward bound. So all was good, and my sandals were the best!

“Hey, do you want to check this out?” my mother said, unintentionally snapping me out of my reverie. I looked to where she was pointing and saw a playground! “YES!” I thought, or maybe I said out loud. I can't quite remember. So my mother carried me over a little wall that separated the street from the playground, and we strolled straight to what was probably the Disneyland of the village: a count of two miserable swings and a rusty slope. My mother must have put me on the swing for a bit or let me slide down the slope a few times before she said “let’s go.”

She held my hand tenderly, like she always did, and walked me towards a small building just a little distance away.

She knocked on a blue metal door. A lady must have welcomed us into what looked to me like a sea of kids! I did not recognize a single soul. The kids were crying, some more intensely than others, some shrieking like it was the end of the world. I was mesmerized by the new spectacle, flabbergasted by the fact that there were more kids like me and adults like my mother! For up until then, and throughout my long life of three and a half years or four, I thought that it was only me, my mom, my sister Yafa, and my brother Ziad (I have no idea why I had no memory of my two other brothers and my father back then). So for a minute that seemed eternal, I entered another reverie, totally forgetting about the new pair of sandals, which I came to conclude years later that my mother had bought for this very special occasion!

I guess my reverie this time was about trying to mentally and emotionally receive what I was forced to meet for the first time in my life: reality, or so it seemed.

I must have become tremendously confused and in desperate need of security. So I reached out in an attempt to hold back my mother’s hand for reassurance, for warmth and safety, for home, for my own version of reality up until then! But to my complete horror, she had disappeared. Absolutely evaporated. Gone. Transformed into the ether. Teleported somewhere else infinitely far from the place and the moment in time I needed her the most.

Obviously, I went straight to the door, but I was too short to reach the handle. The door was locked, and so was I.

It would be an extreme understatement to say that I cried or screamed or banged on the door. I did all that and more. But the worst of it all, the most harrowing, most spine-chilling aspect of the whole experience was the following: nobody seemed to care! The new world I met outside my mother’s lap, AKA heaven, was loveless, strange, and indifferent to my suffering. At least that is how it felt in my barely four-year-old heart.

Later in my young adult life, through years of self-therapy (thanks in part to the above), I learned the following: there are certain events that happen to us as children that seem to define who we are as adults, our outlook on life, the way we see the world and interact with it, how we EXpress and what we are IMpressed by.

Simply put, as children, we are blank pages that one can easily draw upon with whatever colors they want and in whatever shapes they want. The final result of the drawing might - MIGHT… it IS a possibility - miraculously come out just beautiful! The monumental work of the century! An exquisite piece of art! A legend in and of itself! But for the most part, and it is the sad truth: it's a mess! A mess that, at some point in our life - mainly our young adult years or youth - we are faced with the task to sort out, whether we like it or not.

For us to grow, heal, and thrive, we have to be able to grab hold of the page that was used without our invitation - our own page, our birthright! We may not be able to erase what has already been painted, but we can certainly choose our own brush and add the colors we want, give shape to what might be an incoherent, amateurish drawing, straighten a line or curve it, or simply take a moment to observe our personal portrait and breathe!

Breathe…

And contemplate upon what might have been the masterpiece that demanded our attention inward... homeward towards Light.

Maybe… just maybe that was the journey that made Rumi discover that “wounds are the place where the Light enters you”.

Side note: In defense of my beautiful mother, I have to say that she was the best, most loving and kind mother in the world! Never for a second neglecting me or making me feel unloved. This story represents a natural event in every child's life. This "parting" between mother and child happens on every first day of kindergarten. Its impact, however, is naturally different on children and is associated with many other elements that I am not versed in.

Adam

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moriartyluver · 9 months

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Holy shit we are talking about the same thing

Oh no we are talking about the same thing

Imma go cry

don’t know what’s gonna be worse, how fl felt when it happened or when William found out

(Blair Waldorf tho🛐)

I am not worse than you, you are terrifying when it comes to angst, I fear you. No matter how good of a writer you are no one will never catch me saying ‘I wish I was written by a💋’ because I value my happiness and sanity and none of your characters have those, or they are just too dead to feel such things

However I will say that if Blair had gotten to see and hold her baby (get more attached to it) and then it died an hour or a half later due to it’s health then I would have sobbed my eyes out

Especially if it a pretty eye color

That’s all☺️

🎀.

The surprise to horror 😭

Really said “holy shit we’re talking about the same thing 🤨” —> “oh no we are talking about the same thing 😟”

William’s gonna be like ‘hey what happened to dababy’ and everyone’s looking at him like ‘this bitch 😒😒’

Blair was one of my main inspos for fl so I got a little silly and decided to take angst ideas from her 😈

On the topic of fear and Blair, she did say having people fear you was good soooo 🤷

Too dead to feel things is crazyyy 😭 but hey at least I’m a good writer idk

NOW WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING ME

My initial idea was that fl needed to take a boat (which would go through the Thames) back home when Liam decided to take a swim and while he falls off, fl is in the boat with front row seats and shes screaming and crying and when he falls in she tries to go get him but obviously that’s not good for the baby so her parents need to hold her back and then boom 💥 Blair Waldorf kinnie to a whole other level

Their kid would have such pretty eyes tho ong Liams red eyes are like a dominant gene so all the kids have them

Even funnier if this baby is a blond boy too.

I’ll stop

No I won’t

#—a’s anons 💄#—false lovers 💋

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applesontheground · 2 years

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🛶 swing shift 🎸

hi all, this is a little something special for the lovely @bisexual-horror-fan. i asked bex what she wanted to see from me (along with a little surprise i wrote based on my own idea for her), and she was feeling her poly ship with Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson. i’m still getting a feel for Buddy, so let me know how i did!

NSFW | Word Count: 1,879 | Buddy Swanson x Female!Reader x Sam Wescott

contains: polyamory, hickeys, penetration, praise

Sometimes, it felt as though Buddy couldn’t get enough of you.

Even at his most vicious, sucking against the pulse felt in your thigh and making you wince and moan at the airtight kisses, he still felt like he needed to do more for you. Feel more of you, looking up with a glower you couldn’t tell was burning in anger or in lust.

Another restless noise came through his tight expression, something that vibrated in the spot where his chest was brushing by your knee, and when that didn't satisfy he just leaned back down to lick against the fresh marks.

That’s when you heard him say it amidst your own shaky voice.

“Forever still wouldn’t be enough, [Y/N]. God damn it-“ He whined while his lips trailed up, leaving more vicious kisses against your sides, and merely skimming over your neck and chest as they met yours again for another claim, “Can’t tell you…” He gasped as he jerked away from a quick peck, “How much…” A deeper kiss, he pulled away again and looked even more manic, “I need you.”

When he went in for the final one, his tongue pushed over yours and he didn’t pull back this time, the only sound left in him being another hum into your mouth.

He often used the bit of mid-afternoon that he had free before his swing shifts at the local restaurant to give you some attention. Whether it was catching a few episodes of a show the both of you were wrapped up in, draped over each other and mocking the voices of the characters whenever they said something neither of you could truly take seriously, or something more hands-on like where he had found you today in the shared bedroom, he always enjoyed getting to see you in a quick glimpse between your morning shifts and his evening ones.

Although, your guys’ third was often left out of these activities; he didn’t get home until closer to evening. Sam did not mind that he sometimes missed out, or at least positioned himself like he didn’t. Part of you couldn’t help but to remember him between the trance Buddy had pulled you in, feeling his hands graze your body in ginger drags of his nails and feel the lack of another set of hands.

He'd be home soon enough, you considered as you finally set your head against Buddy’s shoulder, letting him ease you down into his lap and for his cock to slide up into you. All thoughts of the outside world fell away with the hollowed groan you let out, and when you tipped your head back, that was when Buddy went for the spot underneath your ear with his tongue.

“There we go,” He growled, teeth bared in a pleasured grimace, “That’s what I need, [Y/N].”

The door opening took your eyes from where you had been reading on the kitchen counter, grinning as Sam poked his head in before speaking up. “Hey, you crazy kids. Didn’t miss me too much, right?”

Buddy glanced up, silent as he kept buttoning his work shirt but smirking in the form of a twinge on one side of his face. You hummed, “Tried not to, but…” He closed the door behind him, averting your gaze to try and hide the color on his face as you swooned, “Can’t help but watch the clock when I know you’re getting home soon.”

Buddy hummed thoughtfully at that, finding his way across the front room to get his keys. “Leaving so soon?” Sam said jokingly, but when the other man’s eyes shot over his shoulder and showed a glimpse of guilt, he could only purse his lips in return. A silent, I know you can’t stay, but I’ll still miss you. Buddy turned, retracing his path not to overlook him this time, a firm peck on the lips nearly making Sam rock on his heels as he swiveled back around and headed out.

“Don’t wait up for me.” He called before closing the door, and you replied, “Even if we wanted to, wouldn’t be able to stay up.” You grinned at the door once again shutting, and Sam commented, “You stay up for him all the time.”

“Yeah, but-“ You tried to hide a yawn, “I don’t think I’m gonna tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Had a long day?” Sam asked, shuffling closer to put his hand on your back, feel for a knot he could rub out. When he found none, you sighed, “Yeah, something like that.”

When you dated two people, refractory periods became shorter. Maybe it was habit, or maybe it was the fact you had so much love for both Sam and Buddy that you found yourself ready to go for one just as you would the other.

Sam’s fingers had wandered under your pajama bottoms’ waistband somewhere between the show you two had mindlessly been watching and the commercial break that was now well underway, zoned out as he had found your pussy and rubbed with a soft force that made you keen, only longing for more than what he offered. You hooked your thumbs into your waistband, dragging them down as you inched into Sam’s lap, shoulder blades settling against his chest and getting comfortable for him. It was the best encouragement you could manage, and he was sure to show his gratitude.

“Oh, that’s perfect.” Sam whispered in your ear, letting his hands carefully turn on the wrists so his fingertips were heading back towards the spot below your waistband, “You’re so warm, babe.” Grinning, you tilted your head up slightly to watch the full transition of his expression. It twitched in a waning anxiety as he peered over your shoulder, an expression of bliss that was becoming harder and harder to hold onto the further he let his touch grace against your body, feeling your curves and your heat was enough to snap him away from life for a little while.

His hands stuttered, running along the gentle indents that had been made into the skin of your inner thigh before being able to see them. Your breath practically perched in your throat, eyes trained to his face as the content smirk fell down along with his stare breaking from yours, looking to your lap. Just as soon as the bubble had formed, it was popped as he asked, “What, is that a- …Are those hickeys, [Y/N]?”

You were lost for words at first, but then quickly answered, “Well, yeah. Buddy and I-“

“You…?” There wasn’t quite betrayal loading in the question; it was a bubbling frustration because he knew the answer despite giving you a dumbfounded stare. His eyes almost cut into your mind and took the words before you could say them. He stuttered again, and you hummed, “Hey, Sammy. You know he doesn’t have a lot of time before work. It was the only time him and I could see each other, and you know I don’t like waiting up and being tired the next day.”

You then cocked your head so he couldn’t avert his eyes from yours. Trying not to smile, you pointed out, “Neither do you.”

He swallowed a thought sitting on his tongue, and you didn’t have to speak for you to practically feel the shift in the air. Without his usual gentle hesitation, Sam’s hand took hold of your thigh, pushing it back so you angled a little wider. Perfect leverage for his knee to drag up the sensitive skin, touch the hickies on its way to nudge your core. He only used the movement to then push you back against the couch, and you almost didn’t recognize him as he straddled you.

Just because that wasn’t the usual to see him on top didn’t mean that it wasn’t absolutely beautiful. He huffed, “I’m not asking you to stop, I’m just…” He trailed off as you keened to the way his voice grew ravenous, “I want my share, I-I think. Now.” He was fighting the nerve, the anxiety that came from asking for something like that. When he hesitated, bracing himself over you with his arms at either side and both of them shaking as he held his own weight for a pause, you responded with a weak whimper, “O-okay.”

Even his tremors seemed to stiffen up as you repeated, “Okay, I…I missed you, too. I want you to take it, Sam.” When he still froze, making another needy noise as he drove his leg against your clothed slit again, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Now.” You echoed him, and he responded by finally moving his leg and beginning to pull at the button on his jeans. He watched you start to take your panties off, seeing the remnants of where you were still leaking in the dim blue light of the television. It only made him feel the need to line up with you, hold his cock against your entrance for a moment and rut.

“Did h-he have you like this?” He asked, and you immediately shook your head at him. With that, he slipped inside in an almost clumsy tumble forward, watching you shake out from under your last ounce of composure you had left.

He groaned, “That’s good.”

You were still vaguely awake as the door cracked open, the deep sigh having enough of a hint to Buddy’s voice to tell you he was home.

“Well, you two look like you got in bed early.” He cast a careful glance at the other man, sliding under the covers and shuffling his body against your backside, whispering a brief “Hey, baby.” in your ear as you turned towards his touch, smiling lazily. Sam cracked one eye open and murmured, “Had some work to catch up on. Tuckered me out, so she just came with.”

Before Buddy could begin to prod as to what that was supposed to mean, you brushed your hair away from your neck in an innocent adjustment. Even in the dim light from the moon casting its light inside, his eyes fixed on the bite marks along your collarbone just from a glance.

He settled in with a smirk and hummed, “Sam.” You remained silent, hearing on the other side of you, “Hm?”

“Dude, don’t tell me you got a little-“

“What, jealous?” You saw the whites of Sam’s eyes in the dark, opening fully half from fear and half as a dare for him to keep going. Buddy immediately retorted, almost softer in tone as he settled his chin against your shoulder in a spoon from behind, “Hey, you’re the one who just said that. Not me.” Sam scoffed, but when Buddy reached past your hip to press the other man’s lingering hand into your side, he didn’t try to pull back.

You smirked to yourself, both of them on either side and holding you close, tugs of fabric keeping you cozy and one hand resting on the other, gently pressed to your sternum. They sometimes had these spots of jealousy, missed opportunities from a busy life leading into worry, pettiness – but this was when they showed that they loved each other just as fiercely as they loved you.

You felt it in the way they held you.

#poly!camping boys #poly!camping x reader #buddy swanson x reader x sam wescott #sam wescott x reader #buddy swanson x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #notsfw #✏️#🛶#🎸#this isn't necessarily me being 100% back yet per se but. take this #and there will be my next birthday thing for bex coming shortly too <3 #hope you had a good day bex lov uuuu

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writingaustin · 1 year

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Like Me

A practice horror story with no real resolution. C&C always welcome.

I got off work at 5 P.M. Around 5:30, I made it home, fast food cooling in the seat next to me. A few minutes later and I was fumbling for my keys in front of my door while balancing my briefcase and a bag of tacos. When my next-door neighbor waved at me, I fumbled a bit faster.

An hour later and I was sitting on the couch, stomach full, mind a haze of static as contestants on a gameshow stumbled through a colorful course on the TV.

7 P.M. The TV was still blaring but I caught it out of the corner of my eye. I hadn’t fully closed the blinds before I left for work that morning. Through the small gap I’d left cracked, I caught first sight of it.

A blur of motion, there and gone in the time it took for me to look over.

A first, I passed it off as an animal. That window overlooked the garbage bins, and I lived close enough to nature to have to fend off the occasional raccoon. It wasn’t a good excuse to ignore it, but I did for a while longer. Nothing but empty food wrappers in there. If an animal wanted to lick clean the sauce I missed, more power to them.

When I actually heard the bin tip over, I knew I had to go scare it off. Enough people fed the animals when they shouldn’t in these parts, so it wasn’t like I was particularly worried about that. But the HOA? Terrified me. God forbid they happen to walk by and notice the dumped bin, slap me with a few fines.

I dropped my phone on the couch as I went for the door.

I flicked on the outside lights, waited a second for that to scare the critter off, then peeked my head out. Sure enough, something had gotten into the trash bin and knocked it over. Aforementioned food wrappers had spilled out and were currently being kicked around as the scavenger had its whole upper torso in there.

They sure as hell weren’t a raccoon. I could only see their legs, their very human legs.

A homeless man? This was truly dire. The HOA would have my head if they knew I was letting homeless people rummage in my bins. Forget a fine or two, they’d kick me out entirely.

I stepped outside, letting the door close noisily behind me. The man didn’t seem to notice or care.

“Hey!” I said, trying to sound more intimidating than my appearance suggested. The rummaging stopped. “I, uh… listen, you can’t go knocking over people’s trash, alright? But….” A few years behind a desk, crunching numbers, hadn’t made me the best at talking to people, apparently.

The man pulled himself out from the bin and stood. It was too dark for me to see much of him, but he was about my height, and dressed in a ratty t-shirt and torn jeans.

“Listen, you… you’re hungry, right? I’ve got a twenty somewhere, how about I give that to you and you get some proper food? I can call an Uber for you too if you’d like… I’ll pay for it.”

He stepped forward, and I felt the doorknob press into my back.

I tried the empathetic approach, but now I was getting some pretty bad vibes from the silent man. I reached for the door and stopped dead in my tracks as he moved far enough into the light I could make out his face.

“What the hell?”

He looked a helluva lot like the neighbor’s kid. The one who’d gone off to college a couple months back. The Harvard law student. The one they always bragged about at the neighborhood BBQ.

But something wasn’t quite right with him. His eyes were too dark, and his face was gaunt, like he’d never seen a decent meal in his life, or least not the past few years. But otherwise, it was the neighbor’s kid.

He moved closer. I threw open the door and then slammed it shut behind me, clicking the lock in place and throwing the deadbolt for good measure.

I was halfway to my phone when I heard someone moving upstairs.

#flash fiction #horror #cliffhanger

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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Bionic Exile: Chapter 10

Gif made by @edwardbaldwin

Series Master List

Personal Master List

Summary: You force Rick and Tak to take you on a date and it goes less than planned.

Coauthor: @yelenas-lova

Warnings: Language, Smut 18+, MINORS DNI, Oral Sex (female receiving), fondling, m/f/m, polyamorous relationship, threesome, smoking, vomiting

Word Count: 3.4k

You bounce up and down on the heels of your feet, barely contained excitement coursing through you. Your boys stand behind you, Rick with hands in the pockets of his jeans and Takeshi with his stuffed into his jacket, neither really wanting to be there, but after your consistent demanding that THEY take you out on a date, both had finally caved. Screams of joy and horror sound all around Tak as the smell of fried food invades his nostrils. Looking around the place, he notes the children running in circles around their tired parents as they and gaggles of half interested teens wait in the long lines for brightly colored rides that don’t seem the safest in the world.

“People actually pay for this shit?” He muses to no one in particular as the line to get in slightly shuffles forward. Neither Rick nor you look at him.

“Yep. It’s fucking stupid is what it is,” Rick replies, scrolling through emails as you roll your eyes and punch both men on their shoulders.

“Guys…. This is supposed to be a date! DATE. I’m not telling you to have fun, but at least act like it for my sake, please?”

“Darlin’, we’ve been standing in this line for an hour just to get in. I highly doubt it’s worth it. We could go somewhere else,” Rick suggests and Tak thinks it over, one hand subconsciously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, taking a deep inhale after he lights it.

“No, I want to stay here. Can we please?” You beg, looking between the two men who glance to each other before both sign and shrug their broad shoulders.

“Fine.” “Sure.” It’s not like either could ever say no when you beg so sweetly.

Tak watches in amusement as kid after kid and even adults fail to shoot down brightly colored rows of ducks while he waits for you and Rick to get off the ride. After deciding that he, Rick and you obviously couldn’t sit all together in the little seats, Rick and Tak had agreed that they would each ride the rides with you separately so you could still get one on one time with each of them, and you were more than happy with the arrangement. Speaking of you.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” You ask with your dazzling smile that knocks Tak back a peg as you wipe your wind swept hair out of your face while Rick walks up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“What are those people doing?” Rick and you look over to where Tak is motioning before looking at each other with a knowing smile.

“Rigged games. Vendors have these games that they set out and people play them thinking they can win not knowing that they’re designed to make it nearly impossible,” you explain, gesturing to the backpack Tak carries, “can I see it?” Slinging the backpack off of his shoulder, he hands the pink bag to you as you hastily dig in for a bottle of water, drowning the contents before handing it back. “I’ve always wanted one of those big bears but I never could get it. They look so fluffy.”

“Let’s get one then,” Tak muses as Rick scoffs.

“Look, if I can barely do it, then you most certainly can’t,” he comments, gaining Tak’s attention while your eyes scan between the two.

“What makes you think I can’t?” Tak tests as you decide to step in.

“Look, they’re literally set up to make you fail. It’s not uncommon for even the most skilled of people to fail,” your attempt to both soothe Rick’s ego and to talk Tak out of it doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.

“Let me give it a go. I’ll get you that teddy bear,” Tak comments as Rick shrugs, handing him a $5 bill and gestures to the stand.

“Knock ‘em dead,” Rick comments, you and him follow Tak’s broad frame as he walks up to the stand.

“Step right up! Think you have what it takes to win a prize?” The guy asks as Tak shoves him the money.

“What are the rules,” you turn into Rick’s shoulder, giggling at the intimidation radiating off of the man who stands a whole half foot shorter than the Envoy.

“Shoot all 10 down and win the grand prize, prizes go down from there,” he instructs, handing Tak the small bb gun, or really a regular size bb gun that just looks insanely small in his hands. Shrugging his shoulders, he holds up the gun and nods to the operator. Running the machine, the operator, you and Rick watch in amazement - or jealousy in Rick’s case - as Tak easily guns down 10 of the ducks.

“There you have it folks! We got a winner!” The man announces as people clap at Tak while you slip from Rick’s arms and jump onto Tak’s back, kissing his cheek.

“Great job, babe,” you whisper against his ear as he smirks, hands extending to take the bear from the man as you slip off his back.

“And for you, madame. One fluffy bear,” he feigns mannerisms, bowing down lowly with an arm extended out as you gasp, clutching onto the bear’s soft brown fur.

“Why thank you, kind sir. Such a gentleman,” you reply with a faux British accent, both of you oblivious to Rick’s silent raging.

“Screw this,” he mutters under his breath, pulling another $5 out of his pocket and slamming it on the counter, grabbing the gun and nodding to the man who runs the belt. Going into military mode, Rick focuses on the row of ducks and shoots them down one by one until the trigger clicks, telling him it was empty.

“Another winner!” The man hands Rick a white bear before turning his attention to you. “You are very lucky, ma’am,” he comments as Rick passes you the bear with a smirk plastered on his face.

“I know I am.”

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You trudge along with an armful of multi-colored animals that the two men collected for you over the past hour. What was once fun had long turned into a grueling testament to toxic masculinity.

“Hey Kovacs, bet you couldn’t win in an eating competition,” Rick comments, eyeing the contestants who were struggling to keep the food down.

“Let’s just go home,” you whine, arms aching from supporting all the animals.

“Come on, sweetheart, one last game?” Rick asks as Tak nods in agreement.

“It was your ideal to come here,” he reminds you and you scowl. Yes, it was your ideal to come here. No, you did not plan to sit on the sideline as they swapped dick measurements.

“Fine, whatever,” you reply with exasperation in your voice, neither Tak or Rick noticing, too wrapped up in the competition before they walk up to the stage where new contestants waited for a spot. Taking a seat amongst the crowd, you watch as Tak and Rick take a seat next to each other on the stage with the other contestants.

“Alright, for those of you still here, you know the rules, for those of you who just joined us, they read; whoever finishes all 50 hot dogs first, wins. To win, you must have eaten all of the dog and all of the bun. You are allowed to use condiments and you are allowed to drink water. To be deemed the winner, you must have swallowed every last bit with none left in your mouth. You have 20 minutes. On your mark.” Rick eyes Tak. “Get set.” Tak winks back at Rick, flicking up a middle finger. ”Go,” the announcer shouts through the mic as the clock starts ticking down. Everyone on the stage starts shoving the food in their mouth, chewing as fast as they could while an arm nudges you. Looking over, you see a girl around your age staring back.

“Are those two twins?” She asks as you chuckle, situating the bears on your lap as best you can. Despite Tak and Rick both winning all of the carnival games there and henceforth winning you all of the animals, you only kept the two bears, passing the rest down to the children who pouted for losing against two highly trained soldiers.

“Something like that,” you mention with a fake smile, not really wanting to entertain the woman.

“Which one are you dating? The one on the left is so hot. If you’re not dating him, I’d fuck him for sure,” her comments about Tak have your fists curling around the soft fur of the stuffed animals.

“They’re both taken,” you sneer at her as she recoils, both of you turning your attention back to the stage and you can’t help but feel a tad bit of guilt for snapping. I mean, she is right.

“Ha! I won!” Rick shouts victoriously, standing up from his chair with his arms raised toward the sky as Tak slams the last remaining bit of hot dog onto the plate and points a finger at Rick.

“Fuck you man,” he shouts with his mouth full as the announcer walks over to Rick.

“And there you have it folks. Our winner.” Rick puffs his chest out as the announcer hands him a small trophy and a handshake before leaving Tak and Rick.

“How the fuck do you eat that fast?”

“Military. Didn’t have a lot of time to-” Rick is cut off by the sudden urge to vomit. Leaning over the edge, the contents spill out of his stomach and onto the pavement as Tak smirks.

“You were sa-,” Tak is quick to follow suit, half chewed hotdogs spilling out of his mouth. As the two men continue to throw their stomachs up, the lady turns to you with a look of disgust on her face.

“You can have them.” Embarrassment floods to your face as you look down to the ground. I just wanted one fucking date, and they had to be assholes and ruin it. Grabbing a hold of Tak’s backpack, you take Rick’s car keys and start making your way to his truck, not bothering to grab the two bears. They’re big boys. They can find a way home.

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“Where the hell is she?” Rick asks impatiently, looking around the rest of the crowd as Tak’s eyes catch a hold of the two bears. Tapping Rick on the shoulder, he points to where you were sitting moments ago.

“Those are her bears,” Tak comments as he and Rick walk over to your seat. Picking up a piece of paper, Tak turns it over and reads the writing, “‘find a ride home.’ The hell got her in a pissy mood?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out,” Rick places his hands on his hips for a moment before grabbing the bears. “Let’s go.”

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Your feet shuffle to the front door at the continuous pounding. Swinging the door open, you allow no emotion to grace your face upon seeing the two large, broad men carrying stuffed teddy bears.

“Why did you leave us?” Rick asks, gently pushing past you and into the living room, setting his bear down on the couch as Tak shuts the door.

“Because you guys were being embarrassing. Honestly I was appalled by both of your behaviors,” you scold as Rick and Tak lock eyes.

“How the fuck were we embarassing?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you start, pinching the bridge of your nose, “how about the fact that you hogged all of the fucking games and tried to out do each other every time. Or how about the fact that you guys weren’t letting kids play those stupid games. Or how about the fact that you guys were shoving hotdogs down your faces and then proceeded to throw up everywhere. I mean honestly. And that’s not even the worst of it!” You shout out in exasperation, arms flailing in the air as Tak and Rick listen to your scolding.

“What’s the worst?” Tak asks, leaning against the counter while Rick places his hands on his hips.

“The worst is that it was supposed to be a fun evening. The three of us. But no, with your fucking dick measuring contest, you guys completely left me out and ignored me. FYI they’re the fucking same.”

“Oh really?” Rick asks, prowling toward you and convincing Takeshi to follow with nothing more than a pointed look.

“Yes. You guys have the same fucking dick. Happy?”

“Wanna test that out?” Tak questions from behind you, one hand slipping underneath your shirt.

“I don’t know if we should, Kovacs. She’s being a little brat. Brats don’t get awarded,” Rick muses, arousal beginning to pool in your stomach, though not enough to make you forget about your justifiable anger.

“Screw you guys. Leave me alone.” There’s less fire behind your words than you’d like, but it’s there none-the-less.

“Alright. Alright You’ve got a point, darling. We got a bit too competitive and wound up neglecting you. We’re sorry. Aren’t we, Tak?” Rick acknowledges, remorse clear in his tone.

“We really are, princess. We’ll try not to let our competing hurt you in the future. Promise.”

A guilt starts to build in your gut in response to their apologies. Staring down at the ground to avoid their eyes you whisper, “I’m sorry I left you there instead of just telling you what was wrong.”

“We know, sweetheart. Now will you be a good girl for us and let us make it up to you?”

“What if I don’t want to?” A teasing lilt returns to your voice.

“Then we’ll make you,” Tak growls from behind, easily picking you up and following Rick to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, Rick and Tak stand at the edge and look you over, smirking at each other while formulating a plan.

“How are we going to do this?” Rick asks as Tak tilts his head to the side, ripping off his button down.

“We could take turns. I can take her from the back and you from the front, then swap,” Tak suggests while Rick toes off his shoes.

“Do you even think she can take both of us?” Tak chuckles as both men notice you rub your legs together.

“Yeah, she can. We’ll have to stretch her though.” Rick nods at the other man, disposing of the rest of his clothes and crawls into bed behind you, his lips attaching to your neck as his hands move to the hem of your shirt. Meanwhile, Tak crawls in front of you and unbuttons your pants, shimmying them down your legs while placing an open mouth kiss on your clothed cunt causing you to moan. The men have seemed mostly incapable of working together up to this point, but when it comes to getting you bare in front of them, they move in harmony.

“Darlin’, if anything doesn’t feel good, let us know. Okay?” Rick’s breath fans across your ear and neck as he speaks, causing goosebumps to rise there.

“Okay,” your breath is shaky and Tak smirks, looping his hands underneath the waistband of your panties while Rick expertly unclasps your bra.

“Is this okay?” Tak asks suddenly, ignoring his own arousal as he stills his movement, waiting for your permission.

“Yeah, please, please keep going,” Rick smirks against your neck, his own hands grasping onto your breasts and kneading the flesh underneath his palm. “God, that feels good, Rick.” Tak slightly frowns before dipping his head between your legs and licking a strip between your folds. “Fuck, Tak.” You moan out, feeling Tak grin against your folds, his arms wrapping around your legs to hold you against his face while his blunt fingernails dig into the supple flesh of your thigh, no doubt leaving marks in his wake.

Seeing the Envoy enjoying himself, Rick can’t help but get a little jealous. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to it, but something about seeing his look alike down between your thighs where he should be irks him more than he cares to admit.

Seeming to feel Rick’s silent musings, one of your hands reaches around and grabs hold of his member and begins to stroke it lightly causing Rick to groan, not really expecting that. “Just relax, Ricky.” Rick hesitantly nods, closing his eyes and letting his lips wrap around the bud of your nipple while one of his hands tweaks the other. Focusing on the way your chest raises into his mouth and the way your hand mindlessly pumps him, he groans around your areola, causing you to gasp against the shell of his ear.

Meanwhile, Tak watches the whole interaction, his observant eyes falling to the way Rick’s tongue languidly laps at your nipple. Deciding to give Rick’s method a try, Tak shuts his eyes and just lets himself feel. He feels the way your velvety walls lightly spasm on his tongue. He feels the way your tuft of hair tingles his nose. He feels the warmth of your inner thighs that rest against his ears. Lightly moaning against your sex, Tak feels the way you squeeze your thighs against his head. “Oh fuck, Tak, just like that.” Upon the confirmation, Tak’s tongue tightens its strokes, hitting that small spot over and over again. “Shit,” you pant above him, your face breaking away from Rick’s neck where you left a big welt and staring down at the Envoy between your legs.

With one hand still pumping Rick, you interlock your other hand in Tak’s soft hair, holding him down against you as you rut up into him, Tak not minding one bit. “Shit, I’m close.” Rick’s eyes snap open at your proclamation. Looking down, he watches with a strange erotica the way your hips rock against Tak’s face, desperately trying to bring about your orgasm. Shifting back, Rick’s hand moves the hair away from your neck as he peppers wet, open mouthed kisses along your jaw. “Tak makin’ you feel good, darlin’?” His breath is hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as he gently tugs the cartilage between his teeth.

“Uh huh, so good,” you mumble, throwing your head back against Rick’s shoulder, giving him better access to your neck.

“Why don’t you do him a favor and cum on his tongue. Cum on his tongue so he can eat up all of your sweet juices. Be a good girl for Colonel and cum on his tongue,” Rick lightly tweaks your nipple and that’s all it takes for you to topple over the edge and onto Tak’s tongue, who greedily laps you up, holding you tight to his face and not allowing you to resist his assault on your clit.

Coaxing you through your orgasm, Tak’s thumbs mindlessly rub into your thighs as your breathing begins to calm down. Once he’s positive you’re down from your high, he sits back on his knees and looks down at your swollen cunt. “That is truly the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Rick peers his head around yours and looks down between your legs, all puffy and glistening from Tak’s tongue, his arousal painfully hard now, and so is Tak’s. “Shit, that is.” He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before scooting out from behind you, allowing you to lay back on the bed. “Wonder how that’s gonna feel around us.”

Tak gives Rick a crooked grin. “Why don’t we find out?” You gulp thickly, still trying to recover from your orgasm as your legs clench together, your walls pulsating around nothing as you try to picture both of them taking you. Seeming to read your mind, Tak gently takes your jaw in his hand and rubs his thumb along the sharp line. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll make it as painless as possible.”

“It’s not the pain I’m worrying about,” you admit as Rick grabs ahold of his member and strokes himself a couple of times as he repositions himself behind you.

“Did you hear that Kovacs? I think she wants this. Do you want us, darlin’?” Your head cranes back and out of Tak’s grasp as you face Rick.

“More than anything,” Tak snorts as his fingers tap underneath your chin, silently telling you to open. You comply easily, drool already pooling in your mouth at the sight of his leaking cock.

“Alright princess, we won’t hold back.” Rick slips in you easily with a low grunt as you clench around him, your hand reaching up and grabbing ahold of Tak’s cock.

“I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

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innaminitus · 3 years

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Gingerbreads

Pairing: George x reader x Fred

Request: WEASLEY TWINS CHRISTMAS SMUT YES PLEAASE where they both like the reader but like make a deal that it’s either both of them for her or none of them? THANK YOU

Warnings: smut, no twincest

Word count: 2671

A/N: BIG NOTE: if you are not okay with this kind of fic, you are free to not read it. there is plenty of similar fics all over tumblr, you can avoid them, too.

first fic from my Christmas at Hogwarts series! Feel free to send requests!

The hallways were filled with candles and glittery chains, on every corner there was a Christmas tree, decorated with all kinds of ornaments, gingerbreads and dried oranges, filling the air with the specific scent of holidays.

Disgusting.

You hated the so called ‘holiday spirit’ and basically everything that involved anything associated with Christmas. It wasn’t your fault, really. You remembered times when you actually quite liked Christmas. Not much of it you remembered, though, since you were just a small child when it all fell apart. It was Christmas, after all, when your father murdered your mother right in front of you. Cinnamon and oranges only made you anxious now.

Suddenly someone bumped into you from behind.

“Hey, Portkey!” The Weasley twins blocked your view and both walked backwards in order to see you.

“Stop calling me that…” You furrowed at the nickname, but couldn’t help but to smile.

You got the nickname after the circumstances in which you met the twins.

You were scrubbing the cauldrons in Snape’s office as your detention when the door opened and Filch jumped on his chair in which he has been snoring for at least half an hour now. Snape stormed through the door, dragging two boys by their collars. You saw them before, the famous Weasley twins, the jokers of Hogwarts.

“Messrs. Weasley will help Miss Y/L/N clean the cauldrons. I expect them to be clean enough to see my own reflection.”

“Of course, professor!” Filch nodded his head. “I’ll make sure they will!”

But despite what he said, right after Snape left Filch sat back on his chair and started snoring once again. Fred or George laughed at him and grabbed one of the sponges you were using to clean one of the cauldrons from something thick and sticky.

“I’m Fred” one of them said “and this is George.” He pointed at his twin who cringed at the sight of dirty cauldrons.

“I’m Y/N,” you murmured without taking your eyes off a particularly dirty place.

“And how did you end up here?”

You smirked and looked up.

“I turned Filch’s mop into a portkey. He ended up on the roof every time he touched it.”

They both laughed at your words.

“Brillaint!” said George. At least you thought it was George. “We gave the whole first year Fainting Fancies.”

“Only to test them, of course.”

“But Granger ruined the fun.”

You stopped scrubbing for a second and looked at them with dismay.

“What on earth are Fainting Fancies?” you asked, not sure if you actually want to know the answer.

“Ah!” Fred straightened, obviously very proud of himself. “Our invention! We are working on sweets that make you ill.”

“Sweets that make me ill?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Exactly. You take one and have, in example, instant fever. Perfect before an exam you forgot about.”

“You guys are really something else.”

It was in the middle of September. You have become quite inseparable ever since, the jokes and hours of detention really brought you together.

“Ready to leave for Christmas?” asked Fred, almost tripping over an old rug.

You dragged his arm and forced him to walk next to you, afraid he might actually fall next time. George also joined your side.

“I’m not leaving. I always spend Christmas here.”

“Well, actually that makes sense. I wouldn’t like to spend Christmas with a Slytherin either,” Fred laughed, but George stormed him with sight. “What?”

You only talked to George about what happened to your family. One night you were changing the lenses in telescopes in Astronomy Tower, so instead of stars they would show a giant eye of a person who would use them and ended up looking at the night sky filled with dark clouds. You were talking about everything and nothing, and from word to word you ended up confessing it to him. How your father killed your mother, because she wouldn’t join him as a Death Eater. How you run away through the back door of your house and, swallowing tears, stormed to your neighbors. How the Aurors would take your father to the Azkaban and leave you at an orphanage. How no one would adopt you.

“It’s just… Celebrating Christmas in an orphanage is never fun. I much prefer it here than there.”

Fred’s smile fainted. “I’m- I’m sorry, Y/N, I had no idea.”

“That’s fine.” You waved your hand at him. “You couldn’t know.”

He looked at his twin, they exchanged looks that seemed to say more than any word could.

“Alright, that’s it,” George said. “You have to come with us for Christmas.”

You shook your head with a faint smile. “It’s alright, boys. I’m fine on my own, really.”

“Well, we’re not.” Fred stopped, blocking your way up the corridor. “That’s it, you’re coming with us. I already told mom you would.”

You furrowed. “No, you didn’t.”

“But I will, so you better go pack yourself.”

You sighed. Would it really be so bad? Would you go down memory lane and get fifteen panic attacks by the time you step through the door of their home or would you finally soothe the horror you’ve been living in for past twelve years? There was only one way to find out.

“Alright. I’ll go.”

***

You were nervous during the whole train ride, and now you felt as if you were about to jump from your own skin because of anxiety. With the rest of the Weasley siblings and, of course, the one and only Harry Potter you were waiting outside the King’s Cross station for Mr. Weasley, who was going to pick you up. In a car, they said. You couldn’t possibly imagine how exactly you would fit in a car with all the baggage, but magic surprised you way too many times for you to still question everything. This time it was no different – although Mr. Weasley parked a simple black car, he supposedly got from the Ministry (it had something to do with Potter, but you didn’t ask too many questions) inside it was as big as a van. Every single one of you could fit inside, and you still had plenty of room left. They all chattered and laughed during the way, but you were too stressed to even listen to them. You regretted your decision already. You should be at Hogwarts, in your dorm room, alone, reading a book and drinking unholy amount of hot chocolate with marshmallows. The elves would always bring you some food and this perfect beverage since you never joined the rest of the students which stayed as well. But it was too late now.

The car stopped before an old, weirdly crooked house which looked like a patchwork blanket you had when you were little. Somehow it made you feel warm inside.

You got out right after Ginny, with your bag in hand, unsure what to do. You locked your eyes on flying lights around the roof of the house. Could it be fairies? Or just enchanted string of plain lights?

All of the sudden you felt heavy arm around your shoulders. “Hey, Portkey, you alright?” Fred asked, his sight following yours. “Yeah, I know it’s not much, but–“

“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, smiling.

His face brightened and you noticed sparkles in his eyes. Pretty.

“Go on, lovebirds!” Ginny waved at you and you noticed that it was now only you and Fred standing outside. You blushed suddenly and hurried inside.

“Oh, hello, dear!” Mrs. Weasley smiled at you and grabbed your arms, squeezing them lightly. A big warm smile bloomed on her face. “You must be Y/N! How lovely to finally meet you, I’m so glad you’ll spend holidays with us!”

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled back. This woman just greeted you like an old family friend, not an orphan she sees for the first time in her life. It was… oddly nice.

***

You were sitting on a sofa, your knees under your chin, staring blindly at the yule tree, your sight blurred to the point where you only saw points of colorful light. The dinner was wonderful. Mrs. Weasley asked George in a letter what your favorite food was, and of course made it just for you. She also made sure there was no scent of gingerbread spice. It was just a little too much for you.

“You’re not asleep?” Someone’s voice interrupted your mindless procrastinating.

You blinked and turned your head to look at George walking down the stairs.

“Not yet… I’m a little overwhelmed. Don’t mind me.”

He sat next to you. The sofa was quite small, that’s why you put your legs down, and now his thigh was touching yours.

“I know my mum can be… intense. To say the least, but she means well.”

“I know that, and she’s lovely, really, it’s just… I don’t know. A lot to process for me. I haven’t had real Christmas since I was a kid. And you are all trying to make me feel welcome…” You turned your head from him, suddenly ashamed. “I feel like I don’t deserve any of it.”

A second passed, then another, and you felt his warm fingers under your chin. He gently turned your face back to him.

“You deserve everything, Y/N.” He moved so close to you that for a second you were sure he was going to kiss you, but he hesitated mere millimeters from your lips. Hotness flushed your cheeks. He smelled like pine tree and suddenly you decided it was now your favorite scent. You waited for a second that felt like an hour, and slightly moved away in the same moment he moved forward. A small gasp escaped your lips, he leaned even more, undaunted, and kissed you gently. No tongue, not even opened mouth, just lips touching lips. It was a long kiss, though, and when he moved away you felt uncomfortable chill on your mouth.

“George–“

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t–“

“No,” you interrupted. “Do it again. Please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His hand landed on the back of your neck, he pulled you to him, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Enough with the gentleness, he was needy, as if he’s been waiting for your lips his whole life. His other hand was on your thigh, he was turning you more towards him as his tongue slid into your mouth.

“Well, well, well.”

You parted immediately, somehow ashamed. Fred slowly walked down the stairs, a hint of smile on his face. “What do we have here?” He stood before you, hands crossed. “I thought we had a deal, Georgie.” Wait, what? “It’s either both of us or none of us.”

You blinked once, then twice, but couldn’t understand the situation. You looked at George, hoping that maybe he would make it clearer.

“I know, I know,” he sighed “but I couldn’t help myself.”

Your heart missed a beat, but not in a pleasant way. Were they… making a bet?

“Can any of you tell me what the hell are you talking about?” you asked, lovely moment from just a mere minute ago long gone.

George rubbed the back of his head and exchanged looks with Fred. They were doing it again, communicating without words.

He sighed. “We– we both like you, okay? And we agreed that none of us will be with you… unless the other one would also be involved.”

You swallowed hard. Did he mean… to be with them both? At the same time? It seemed crazy but… you liked them, too. They were both handsome, obviously. Would it be so bad?

“Okay,” you said, the steadiness of your voice surprising you. “We can– we can try.”

They seemed as surprised as you were, looking at each other once more.

Fred was the first to speak, after he cleared his throat. “Then maybe… let’s go to our room?”

You nodded and followed him up the stairs, feeling the warmth of George’s body behind you.

It was oddly arousing. You had to be quiet, to not wake anyone. You knew you’d have to be quiet later when… When what exactly? Were you going to have sex? Or was it just your hope?

You entered the twins’ room, bathed in moonlight. It smelled like pine here as well…

Suddenly a hand was on the back of your neck, Fred’s tongue first, a split second before his needy lips landed on yours. You didn’t think, you didn’t wait, you gave back every kiss, your tongue next to his. While his fingers were tangled in your hair another set of hands played with skin under the hem of your shirt, bolder with each passing moment. He traced the curves of your body, shamelessly traveled up, and up, his soft fingers caressed the side of your breasts only to finally land on your hardened nipples. You moaned in Fred’s mouth at which he bit your lower lip.

“You like how he touches you, huh?” His voice no more than a whisper, sent shivers down your body. “Wait till I touch you.”

George rolled your nipples in between his fingers, but soon his hands were gone, because Fred lifted you up. They seemed to have one mind, what one thought the other acted. George sat on one of the beds, Fred seated you between his brother’s legs. His fingers hooked on your pajama pants and your panties, but before he took them off he took a look at you, one eyebrow raised in silent question. You could go back now, they wouldn’t blame you. Only… you didn’t exactly want to go back. You lifted your hips, your answer just as silent as his. He grinned and slid your clothes down your legs. George gripped your shirt and soon it was also gone, but you weren’t cold. You had two bodies to warm yourself and you were gladly going to use them.

George’s soft lips traced the curve of your neck while Fred was watching your arousal grow under his brother’s touch. His hands slowly parted your thighs, showing your already pulsating pussy. His twin’s fingers were kneading your breasts and mercilessly pinching your nipples while his mouth landed on yours, kissing you passionately.

He caught you by surprise, really. Almost making you jump when you felt warm tongue spreading your folds, surprise quickly turning to pleasure when Fred’s tongue started to, gently at first, play with your dripping pussy. Oh, but he was impatient. Soon you were a moaning as he was sucking on your clit and slowly pushing one finger inside of you. George wasn’t planning on being any worse than his brother – his skillful fingers could probably make you come just by playing with your nipples and soon you were biting your lips almost till they bled, only to not moan their names.

The pleasure was unbelievable. Feeling of two bodies against you, flicks of Fred’s tongue and moves of George’s fingers and his lips on yours – it was all too much to bear, too much for one person to experience. And you found yourself lost in this pleasure when Fred joined another finger deep in your pussy. Your muscles clenched on him, he started sucking on your clit, George’s fingers pinched hard and all of the sudden you were almost knocked out by the most intensive orgasm you’re ever had.

They gave you a moment to come down from the high and slowly started to undress when you suddenly heard a knock on the door.

“Can you wrap it up?” You heard Ginny’s whisper. “Mom asked me twice already where you are, Y/N, I’m running out of excuses.”

You got all red and slapped your hand over your mouth, looking at the twins who tried very hard not to laugh. Fred handed you your clothes and George leaned to your ear “We’ll finish it tomorrow.” A shiver went down your spine. Well, now you’ve had new Christmas memory to hold onto.

#george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x you #fred weasley x you #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins x you #george weasley smut #fred weasley smut

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deniigi · 3 years

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Please take this section from a piece about Baby Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon bonding post Bandomeer.

I’m sure that this isn’t how their master-apprentice relationship was formed but I refuse to read so this is it for me 🙃🙂

Title: platelets

Summary: After the smoke clears on Bandomeer, the Agricorps gathers 12yo Obi-Wan into their ranks and prepares to train him to become one of their own. Qui-Gon thinks they should wait a damn minute here. He’s had a change of heart.

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Obi-Wan was no longer in the med bay. It took Qui-Gon two hours to find him and two years off his life trying to look casual under the irritated gaze of so many suspicious Agricorps members.

The foreman (forewoman) was the first to crack under Qui-Gon’s very charming smile—and she didn’t so much as crack as tell him that his attempts to be subtle disgusted her to the core.

Obi-Wan had been given over to a young lab manager. A friendly man in need of his first supervisee. He was soft at heart and, according to the foreman, very good with kids.

Qui-Gon understood implicitly and rapidly that this was his new competitor.

He asked the foreman what the knights had done to incur the corps’ ire and she told him to search his fucking feelings.

She closed the door behind him, effectively locking him into one of the Agricorps terrarium-lab bubbles.

Qui didn’t like to snoop. He loved to snoop.

Nothing was more satisfying then having a poke through the lines upon lines of glasses and test pockets that covered the tables. He had a sniff around the experimental cuttings taking root in their glasses and then took cover when he heard a voice break out into a laugh.

He peered over the edge of the counter and spotted the familiar green smock-tunic of the corps. Its owner had tan skin and narrow eyes and his back stooped into an arc. Qui-Gon craned his neck and found that the arc came over the tuft-y red hair of his future apprentice (because there was no real question here, regardless of the corps’ agitation; the knights would always get first choice over the initiates).

The lab manager, however, gave no sign of trepidation. He held in front of Obi-Wan a handful of seeds that sprouted and curled under his smile. Obi-Wan watched them with wide eyes. The manager turned his gentle face down towards Obi-Wan and nudged his hands until Obi-Wan was holding the mass as it grew.

“Look, you’re a natural,” the man said.

Obi-Wan sucked in a lip and focused hard. One of the plants’ first adult leaves began to unfurl.

“Well done. Fantastic,” the manager said. “Look at you already. Great job and for that, a reward.”

“A reward?” Obi-Wan asked, handing the tangle of roots off as the manager held out his hands for them.

“A reward,” the manager agreed, plucking one of the fat stems from the bunch and holding it out to Obi-Wan, “A snack.”

Damn. This guy was good.

The foreman was smug as a dungbeetle in shit when Qui-Gon skulked out of the lab. She asked him how his proposal had gone. He scowled at her and made off back to his quarters.

Normally, he would call someone to lament the traitorous actions of these supposed-allies, but no one was going to be sympathetic right now—not even Tahl. She was going to say what everyone else was going to say which was “Man, you had how many chances to get this right?”

He smashed his face into the pillow of his bunk, then flung it off and flattened his cheek against the mattress.

There had to be some way to turn these tides back in his favor. He wasn’t losing to the Agricorps. Master Dooku would have a heart attack. Qui’s failure in this—more than Xanatos—would kill him and then he’d have to live with that guilt for the rest of his life.

UGH.

Alright, Jinn. Think.

He had a brilliant plan. It involved a lightsaber. Obi-Wan loved lightsabers. Qui-Gon had witnessed him loving them many a time.

He scrounged up some tools and squeaked past the Agricorps security for a quick bounce off to acquire a crystal. A blue one. Obi-Wan looked like a blue saber sort of kid. It took a while to find one because everyone, everywhere, was conspiring against Qui-Gon on this. Even the Force seemed to be telling him that he was too late.

But for once, he didn’t care. There were only so many times you could fuck up before you started fucking up at least in the right direction.

He got the crystal. He brought it back to the corps headquarters and went on the hunt yet again for his (his damnit) future apprentice.

This time, Obi-Wan was in the dormitories. Qui-Gon almost gasped in horror to find him outfitted in an over-large green smock-tunic. He flapped the too-long sleeves with a goofy smile while his lab manager reached around him and tightened the belt at his waist as far as it would go.

“You’re so scrawny,” the lab manager told him. “We’ll fix that.”

Obi-Wan beamed up at him and held up his sleeve-covered hands.

“I like green,” he said.

A small piece of Qui-Gon screamed internally.

“I think you’re more of a blue, actually,” the lab manager said. “But this is what we’ve got for now. When you get bigger, we can see if there’s a blue that fits you.”

“There are so many colors,” Obi-Wan said as the manager trapped his arm and started rolling up one of the sleeves. He tried to do the same with the other on his own, which just made the manager’s job harder.

“There are,” the manager said.

“Do you get to pick?”

“You sure do.”

“How do you pick?”

The manager patted Obi-Wan’s head and turned around to hunt down something else from the spare clothing supply.

“It comes to you,” he said, muffled.

There was a long silence. Qui-Gon had just decided to step out of hiding, when Obi-Wan, looking at the rolled edges of his sleeves said,

“I think I want to leave.”

Qui-Gon’s heart stopped. The manager’s rummaging did, too. He pulled himself carefully out of the cupboard.

“Leave?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan said to his sleeves. “I think I want to leave.”

No.

“You’re a little young to leave, aren’t you?” the manager said awkwardly.

“Maybe,” Obi-Wan said. “But I’ll figure it out. If I can survive those people in the mines, then I can figure it out, can’t I? And then I can pick my colors out there. You get to pick, right? Maybe I’ll do blue after all.”

Fuck. No. Qui-Gon was gonna—

“Hey, why don’t we do this?” the manager said, setting aside a set of gaiters to kneel down in front of Obi-Wan. “Let’s give us a trial run, huh? Two months, max. I know we didn’t make the best first impression, but give us two months—eight weeks—and after that, if you don’t like it, we’ll make sure you’ve got somewhere to go when you’re ready to leave. Does that sound okay?”

Qui-Gon held his breath. Obi-Wan studied the knuckles of the hands holding his. He rubbed his split lips together.

“Eight weeks?” he asked.

“That’s all, no more and if you really, really can’t stand it, then even less,” the manager said.

“And you’ll help me? Even if I say I don’t want to stay?”

“Even if you don’t want to stay.”

Maybe Qui was operating on another, less child-friendly level here, but why in kark’s name you’d even give the boy the illusion of choice was beyond him. The answer was, truly, that the second Obi-Wan set foot away from the jedi, he’d be signing his own death sentence.

Xanatos wouldn’t care if he wasn’t Qui-Gon’s true apprentice. He wouldn’t ask those kinds of questions. He’d just seize the opportunity the moment Obi-Wan no longer had someone standing behind him, and when he was through, he’d bring the body to the Temple and lay it out cold and open-eyed on the front steps.

There were no other options for the child now. Qui-Gon was being kind with this process of trust-building. In reality, if he really needed to, he could contact Yoda and acquiesce to his previous wisdom and arguments for Qui-Gon to take the kid on. Yoda would then change the boy’s assignment and orders; he would return to the temple and thereafter again go through the selection process. But this time, Qui-Gon would select him without hesitation.

That wasn’t how Qui-Gon wanted to do this, but if the boy thought that he was going to leave, to step out into the cold of space, then to spare him a cruel, meaningless death, Qui-Gon would.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said quietly to the manager.

“Anytime, hon,” the manager said. “Who knows, anyways. You might even like it here.”

The trouble with the damn Agricorps was that they were phenomenal talkers. They talked to people about their problems and all these insecurities and they gave them food and drinks and told jokes and laughed and hefted their littlest supervisees up onto their shoulders and all that served to make their members loyal to each other to a fault.

In short, Obi-Wan’s lab manager was winning this battle more every day.

This was not helped at all by the fact that Qui-Gon had discovered through a surprise meeting that Obi-Wan was afraid of him.

They’d bumped into each other in the hallway as Obi-Wan came from the mess hall and Qui-Gon went to drop off some documents, and the kid scrambled away from him and flattened himself against the corridor’s wall.

Some serious meditation (and agitating Mace, great tower of sleep-deprived wisdom) had brought Qui-Gon to the conclusion that yeah, a month in forced labor, being banished to a mine, food deprivation, physical assault, and so on really did a number on a twelve-year-old’s trust in people and their associates.

Further, Mace pointed out that Qui-Gon was approximately ‘half a mile tall and covered in overgrowth.’

He did not appear to be a soothing presence to children. Mace said that if he’d deigned to join him and the other masters in chatting and cuddling the younglings in the crèche, this wouldn’t have been a problem, but alas, Qui, you stuck-up nerfherder. You reap what you sow.

Mace’s hind and foresight was, as per usual, invaluable.

Qui-Gon decided that he was going to be the nice version of himself. He was going to smile at Obi-Wan. That would do it.

It didn’t do it.

The foreman came to Qui-Gon’s quarters to gleefully tell him not to approach the corps’ young supervisees unprompted. He was giving the children hives.

He explained to her outright that he intended to take Obi-Wan on as his apprentice.

She told him good luck. Obi-Wan, she claimed, was already settling in with the others. He was making friends. And Qui-Gon wasn’t so cruel as to separate such a traumatized boy from such comfort, now was he?

But there, she was mistaken.

He definitely was that cruel.

The foreman told him to die miserable and slammed his door.

It took another two tries, but eventually, he managed to find Obi-Wan tucked away on one of his breaks from his training in the lab. He appeared to be at a loss for what to do with himself. He’d settled against a window and had splayed both hands on it as he stared out into the cracked soil of Bandomeer.

Qui-Gon watched him for a little while and then cleared his throat.

Obi-Wan jumped. His eyes came up for the briefest second and then his head went down.

“Master,” he greeted.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon replied. “You seem bored.”

Guilt colored the boy’s cheeks in a flush.

“I’m not bored, Master,” he said, fidgeting with his rolled sleeves.

“May I sit?” Qui-Gon asked, gesturing next to where Obi-Wan knelt. He nodded and arranged himself in a more dignified posture. Qui-Gon let him; he sat down next to him, grumbling and creaking and popping.

His bones weren’t what they used to be.

Once he was finally more or less comfortable, he turned to notice Obi-Wan staring at him with eyes like a cat’s.

“What? You never seen an old man sit?” he asked.

“What happened to your hair?” Obi-Wan asked.

Oh.

“It’s in a bun,” Qui-Gon explained, reaching up to release the mane. It tumbled down over his shoulders and cheered for fresh air.

Obi-Wan’s gaze became even more cat-like. Qui-Gon fought off a smirk.

“You want to touch it?” he asked.

The kid looked away abruptly.

“It’s okay. You can touch it,” Qui told him. “It looks better than it feels, I must say. Needs a trim—look at these ends, little one. I ought to be arrested for crimes against decency.”

Aha. Gotcha. Look at that wobble in those lips. Trying not to smile. They’d see how long that worked, now wouldn’t they?

He badgered Obi-Wan until he finally broke and reached up to brush his fingers against the hair Qui-Gon put within his reach. His attention snapped into place.

“It’s soft,” he said, amazed.

His fingers started combing without permission. Qui-Gon let it happen.

“Very useful for cold climates—have you ever felt a snow-yak, Obi-Wan?” he asked.

The boy shook his head. Of course, he hadn’t.

“Do you know what they look like?”

Another shake.

“Well, perhaps one day, you will see them,” Qui-Gon said indulgently. “When I was a boy, my master told me not to try to pet them—he told me at every step of the way, he knew me well. But you know what I did?”

There was that smile now.

“You pet them?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I sure did,” Qui-Gon told him. “And you know that they did?”

“Kicked you?”

“Me? No. I was too small a target. They charged my master—Master Dooku; you may have heard of him.”

Obi-Wan shoved his giggles into his palms.

“I want to pet one,” he said.

“Yes, you do look like the type,” Qui-Gon said. “Tell me, Obi-Wan, what are your feelings on pathetic lifeforms?”

“What’s that?”

“You tell me. What’s a pathetic lifeform to you?”

Obi-Wan settled in and thought about it as he gazed out the window’s thick glass.

“Me,” he decided.

Bless him.

“You?” Qui-Gon said incredulously. “No, no. You saved a jedi master. I said ‘pathetic.’”

“Me,” Obi-Wan insisted again.

Qui-Gon held a finger out between them.

“If you are a pathetic life form, then I am in grave danger,” he said.

The giggle this time wasn’t hidden. It make Qui-Gon’s own grin grow.

“I was thinking a lothcat,” he admitted. “Or a dragon—love a dragon. Of course, the yak—perhaps not pathetic to my master, but to others yes. They’re not smart, Obi-Wan, poor things.”

“You like animals,” Obi-Wan said.

Qui-Gon weighed this statement with his head.

“’Animals’ isn’t quite broad enough, but yes, they fall into the category,” he said. “I’m also a big fan of rescuing the plants that no one can keep alive.”

Obi-Wan brought up his knees and wrapped his arms around them. He settled a soft cheek onto the top of the right one.

“That’s what I’ll be doing here,” he said.

“Indeed,” Qui-Gon said.

There was a long pause. The boy sniffed softly.

“You will be happy here,” Qui-Gon told him gently. “They will take care of you.”

Another sniff. An eye scrubbed with a too-long sleeve.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough,” Obi-Wan whispered.

Well, this was a conversation Qui-Gon hadn’t wanted to walk into. There were, from his vantage point, a few ways out of it, but at the end of each of those paths was a set of brown eyes framed by intense, wispy green brows.

“You are good enough,” Qui-Gon said. “I am just a foolish master. You deserve someone better than me, Obi-Wan.”

“There is no one else,” Obi-Wan said.

“There will be,” Qui-Gon said.

“No, there won’t. I’m out of time. All that’s left for me is...this,” Obi-Wan said, gesturing to the landscape beyond the window.

Qui-Gon studied it; the cracks in the soil, the piles of broken stones.

“It is a little bleak,” he admitted.

“What is it like for non-jedi people?” Obi-Wan asked. “Do they go to school? How do they find somewhere to sleep?”

“You will not be a non-jedi person,” Qui-Gon said.

There was a long pause.

“What?”

Qui-Gon sucked in a breath and let his shoulders fall.

“Unless you really want to be one,” he added. “Apologies, I spoke without thinking.”

Those blue eyes were the same color as the crystal in Qui-Gon’s pocket. He put his hand inside of it and pulled the carefully wrapped parcel out so that Obi-Wan could see it. He rolled it slowly until only the crystal sat in his palm.

“There is greatness in you, Obi-Wan,” he said. “And I am not a good enough Master, but you are more than a deserving padawan.”

The eyes flicked from the crystal to Qui-Gon’s face once, then twice.

“Do you mean it?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Are you okay with having a silly master?” Qui-Gon asked. “I will not sugar-coat it—one of my students has already fallen. I am the type of person who Master Windu has been dreaming of the unfortunate demise for since we were children.”

“Why?” Obi-Wan asked with eyes only for the crystal.

“Excellent question. I am told that my brain is fundamentally ill-suited for human interaction,” Qui-Gon said with a smile.

Obi-Wan huffed.

“Does Master Windu really dislike you so much?” he asked.

“He speaks to me in such ways only out of love. My other friends say that I am dedicated intensely to the flight of fancy.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Obi-Wan said.

“You know, funny thing,” Qui-Gon told him, reaching over to take his hand and press the crystal into it, “Neither do I.”

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #qui-gon jinn #I think Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon should be the kind of apprentice and master who deserve each other #and by that I mean that they both do shit that make the other's teeth grind but they bear it with a smile #fic #ficlet

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fayemarvels · 3 years

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Backseat rider

Peter Parker x fem!reader (She/her)

Inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9lOKWFG54

I tried to write this in the second person so please tell me how you like it.

Summary: Inspired by the wonderful song Backseat Rider by Sara Kays, with my little twist on it, and with a happy ending.

You and Peter have been friends for a long time, and he promised you the first ride in his car. When you come back from your Europe trip, MJ is sitting in the passenger side. The fact that you are in love with him doesn't really help.

Or: Peter promised you a ride in his car and his stupid plan fails because he is jealous.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,

Word count: 5.1k

English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.

! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!

My masterlist *******

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9. September 2013

It was the first day of school and you were standing at a bus stop just a few blocks from your new apartment. You and your parents just moved to queens and you were starting in a new school.

With your new schoolbag which you got for your 12th birthday just 3 days ago slung over your shoulders, you tapped your foot nervously against the concrete under your newly polished shoes.

You were so excited to start 6th grade in a new school, away from the people in your old one. You were always a shy kid and some of the kids from your previous school picked on you just because of that.

The school became hell and you started making excuses as to why not to go in. At first, your parents were annoyed thinking you were just lazy. But you later opened up about your struggles and they started to take action.

But before much happened, one of your parents got a job opportunity in Queens, New York, and without much thinking, took it. When you left the school, you felt like you could finally breathe. A huge boulder fell off your shoulders and you were so excited to find some new friends and meet new people. To get a new start.

Due to the traffic, the bus came with a 7 minutes delay. And as the bus rounded the corner to arrive at the bus stop, a frazzled-looking boy came crashing into you.

Before you could crash to the ground, he caught your hand and pulled you towards him in an effort to save you from crashing into the hard ground.

“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to I fell asleep and burned my toast and spilled toothpaste on my shirt, and ” he took a deep breath before he continued with his rambling.

“Oh god I am so sorry, I’m rambling” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, truly. But I would really appreciate it if you let me go.” You said quietly and the boy’s eyes widened in horror.

“Sorry, sorry” he kept apologizing and mumbling underneath his breath.

“Please stop apologizing, nothing much happened,” You laughed lightly and he breathed out in relief.

“I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker,” he introduced himself more calmly. Now, that he wasn’t rambling and frantically running his hands through his hair, you could finally focus on his features. He was slightly shorter than you, with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were still tinted with sleep.

“Nice to meet you Peter my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” You introduced yourself and you stepped together into the bus. You looked around for two places to sit, preferably together.

“There,” Peter pointed to the back of the bus. You pushed through the crowd of people standing and made it to the seats. Peter let you sit beside the window and sat beside you.

“The public transport in new york is so horrible,” Peter whined and you raised your eyebrow.

“Is it? I just moved in like 2 weeks ago so I didn’t have much time to explore.”

“Oh, so this is your first day of a new school.” His eyes widened in realization and you nodded.

“What school are you going into?” He asked and you could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Palm tree elementary school.” You answered and Peter jumped in his seat.

“Oh my, me too, that’s so exciting, Ned will be so happy,” he squealed you smiled widely.

You talked the rest of the ride to your stop, and through the short walk to your school. This boy might just make this school much more exciting than you thought.

20. August 2019

“Okay, just wait for me outside of your apartment building I’ll come and pick you up,” Peter said into the phone and you hummed in acknowledgment.

“Okay Petey, I’ll be waiting, I missed you so much throughout the summer, I’m sorry I didn’t call” you apologized feeling guilty.

“It’s okay, I get it, I was the one to suggest it. Okay, I’m leaving, I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes. ”

You and your family went to Europe for the majority of summer. You tried to keep in contact but of course, it was hard the time difference made it very difficult to find a time where you both can call and don’t lose sleep.

The first person to stop trying was Peter. On a rare call one night, he informed you that he didn’t want you to lose sleep just because you wanted to talk to him

“Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything when you get back, just don’t forget to bring me souvenirs.” Peter teased and you laughed sadly. You missed him so much and the heavy feeling in your heart wouldn’t go away.

“Okay, just prepare yourself because I’ve gotten you a souvenir from every single location we went to.” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t cry, everything will be alright nothing will change I promise.”

10 minutes later, Peter pulled up to your parking lot and your heart skipped a beat. Your smile widened and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. This was the first time you saw Peter after a month and a half. You returned from Europe only 4 days ago so you used that time to get rid of the jet lag.

Your smile dropped when you saw a shadow sitting on the passenger side. You shook your head and moved closer to the car. Peter stepped out of the car and you flung your arms around him. He tensed for a bit before he wrapped you up in his arms and breathed in your scent.

“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbled into your neck and you pressed your lips into his hair.

“I missed you too, for the last two weeks, my parents were a pain in the ass,” you complained and Peter laughed. Then he got serious.

“Well, at least you have parents.”

“...”

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry bug,” he giggled and you hit his shoulder lightly.

“I hate these jokes,” you complained.

“I know, that’s why I make them.” He giggled and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay. C’mon, I have my classmate MJ here, I wanted to introduce you two he stepped away and you wrapped yourself around yourself.”

Peter opened the back door for you and you thanked him. When you got into the car he closed the door behind you and quickly got into the driver seat.

“So MJ, this is (Y/N). Bug, this is MJ.” He introduced you two and you waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I heard about you so much, is so nice to meet you.” MJ greeted and you smiled.

“I would like to say the same but Peter has never talked of you,” you scratched your neck shyly and MJ waved her hand.

“It’s fine, me and Peter only started hanging out about 3 weeks ago, but we’ve gotten a lot closer.” She explained and you nodded.

“So, Peter told me you are in an art school,” Mj started and you shuffled to the edge of your seat so you could hear better.

“Yeah, I do interior design, color pallets, and furniture designs.” You explained and MJ nodded her head.

“That sounds really cool, you’ll be the first I’ll contact when I’m furnishing my house” MJ laughed and you giggled.

“Yeah sure, just give me a call,”

But then, it got quiet. You just relaxed against the seat behind you and closed your eyes for a few moments.

“So, I saw the star wars movies the other day, it was so good,” MJ exclaimed and Peter laughed out loud.

“I tried to get this lady into it but she hated it. The same with star trek.” Peter said, pointing at you.

“Yeah, I hate it so much,” you chimed in but they didn’t respond. They just continued laughing and talking without you. You couldn’t help but think that they looked so much like the two of you looked when you talked about both of your favorite things.

----

MJ sat in the passenger seat for the next five weeks. When you traveled to school, from school, or even during the weekends.

She was there every single time Peter came to pick you up. And to be honest, it hurt just a bit more every single time you saw her sitting in the front seat of his car.

-----

You and Peter were supposed to go to see the new astronomical exhibition today. You were getting ready in your room when your eyes drifted over a framed picture on your vanity table. It was taken last summer, before he got his car, before MJ. You had taken it with your Kodak disposable camera in a parking lot in front of your local Target. You remember it like it was yesterday.

21. July 2018

It was around 10 p.m. when you and Peter left the target with a plastic bag of candy and a brand new disposable camera that you found in the sale aisle. You tore the safety tape away from the box and pulled out the instruction manual.

“I’m so excited; I’ve never had any of these.” You exclaimed and Peter chuckled at your happy face, threw his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you in closer to him.

“You are going to love it, it’s so fun. Especially because you have no idea how the photos are gonna turn out.” He smiled and you nodded.

“I always watch the tiktoks of people’s reactions to the developed photos, and they always look so happy, I want to try it.” you declared and pulled the camera out of the box.

“First things first bug, just a quick info, you need a lot of lightning for the photos to turn out good,” Peter explained and you waved your hand mindlessly, messing around with your temporary camera.

You quickly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You put the phone on the ground in front of him and he looked at you puzzled.

“Will you do me a favor and be the first photo on this camera’s film?” You asked him and Peter nodded, acting very posh and snobby.

“It would be an honor, my lady,” he faked a bow and you burst out laughing.

“Okay smile for me,” you giggled and Peter smiled widely. He was so beautiful. Hair messy, and a hoodie a little too big on his body, with the long sleeves making cute sweater paws.

“Come onnn take the picture so we can eat the sweets,” Peter whined and you quickly snapped the picture of him. He bent down, took your phone from the ground, and turned off the flashlight.

“Come on I even got us and your fuzzy socks so your toes won’t get cold,” he said and you hugged him from behind.

“you are the best, you know that?” you mumbled and he shrugged.

“Might’ve mentioned it a few times before” You let him go and he pulled out the blanket from his backpack.

“Come on let’s sit here,” he pulled you towards the curb a few feet away from the spot you were standing at. He sat down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and rested his face on your stomach.

“Let’s sit here and eat all these delicious candies” he looked at you with wide eyes and you dragged your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

“Okay Doll, let’s do this,” you teased and he blushed hard.

“Stoop you know I blush when you call me that,” he complained and you laughed softly. You gently unwrapped his arms from your legs and sat down next to him.

“So, let dig in,” you rubbed your palms together and he put the bag between you two.

“I want the Reese’s,” you said and Peter handed them to you.

----

“Smiile,” you smushed your cheek against Peter’s and he smiled into the camera. The flash had gone off and you smiled to yourself.

“I bet this one’s gonna be so good.” He said and you nodded.

“So, as I was saying, May told me that she wants to buy me a car for my 18th birthday. I don’t know how she wants to do that but I’m not complaining.” Peter gushed and you wrapped your arms around his middle.

“I’m so happy for you, you deserve it.” You smiled and Peter continued.

“I want to take you on a road trip when we finish school. All around the US. From New York to L.A,” he looked at you hopefully and you smiled at him widely.

“That sounds so good, we can go to grand canyon and Zion and so much more, Oh my God, we will need so much more of these disposable cameras. Peter, we need so much food and tents and sleeping bags and maps.” You took a deep breath before you continued.

“We should make a checklist, we should start preparing, Peter why are we sitting here?” you asked and Peter gently shushed you by putting his pointer finger on your lips.

“We still have 2 years bug, no need to overthink it, everything is gonna be fine.” He assured you and you nodded.

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and your head landed on his chest. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent.

----

You were pulled back to reality when your phone rang. It was Peter.

“Hey (Y/N), we are nearly here, only about 4 minutes.” He informed and your breath got stuck in your throat. ‘WE’. MJ is coming with you. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inform you beforehand. He just invited her.

“Ummm Pete I’m suddenly not feeling very well, I think I should go and lay down, maybe you should go alone,” you mumbled and he hummed.

“Okay, get better alright? We can go somewhere tomorrow.” He suggested and you hummed in agreement, as you couldn’t do anything else without breaking down.

“Okay (Y/N) goodnight, get well soon. I’ll see you tomorrow” He didn’t wait for your response before he hung up.

You stared at the phone as the tears cascaded down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping them. You slowly wiped off the makeup you put on just a few moments prior and threw out the cotton pad.

You stood up from your vanity and moved over to your bed. You couldn’t understand it. What have you done wrong? Just a few months prior, Peter would drop everything to be with you when you weren’t feeling that well. Now, he didn’t even ask what was wrong.

You cursed yourself as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. You lost him and it was all your fault. If you called more often or at least texted and kept in contact during the summer, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t be in his car with someone else but with you. But the more you thought about it the more your mind betrayed you,

‘Wait, he was the one to suggest that you two would stop the contact, did he get tired of you? Did he want to get rid of you? Is he sending signals by hanging out with MJ every single time they should be hanging out alone?’ the thoughts in your brain were running around before they suddenly stopped.

“He didn’t call me bug,” you realized. He always called you bug, never (Y/N). He only called you that when he was annoyed or angry with you. You started thinking back to every single hangout you had in the past 5 weeks to see if you could stumble upon a memory where you angered or annoyed him. Nothing.

Your shoulders sagged and you put your face in your hands.

“What should I do now,” you asked yourself as you tried to remain calm and not to let any more sobs out. As you looked around your room, slowly calming down, you saw a piece of Peter’s hoodie peeking out from your closet. In a rage of fury, sadness, and anger, you quickly gathered every single piece of clothing Peter ever gave you and put them in a cardboard box.

Taking out a piece of paper, you took your favorite pen and started writing a little note for your now ‘ex’ best friend.

Dear Peter, returning your clothes, maybe you can give them to MJ, now that she is your best friend and you don’t care about me. Could’ve at least told me you didn’t want me in your life anymore, instead of sending mixed signals and hurting me by that. Fuck you. – Love, (Y/N)

You signed it with fury coursing through your veins and closed the box with duct tape. You swiped the stray tears that fell down your cheeks and threw on a hoodie.

“Going out for a few minutes!” you shouted to your parents and closed the door, before hearing their response. After putting the hood up, you opened the window to the fire escape and you threw your legs over the window sill, taking the full cardboard box with you.

“Let’s do this,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped down to the ground.

----

The walk to Peter’s apartment didn’t take long, only about 10 minutes. But the walk felt so much longer this time, maybe because this would probably be the last time you would ever make it. You started tearing up just at that thought. You didn’t think this is how it would end. Six years of friendship ended just because you were too annoying. You shook your head and continued walking; you couldn’t afford to burst into tears in the middle of the road.

You stopped in front of Peter’s apartment and let out a shaky breath. This is it. You knew May would be at work, so you let yourself in with the key, underneath their doormat. You stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind you. You rushed into Peter’s room and threw the box on his bed. You didn’t want to linger around and experience the pain of remembering all of the memories you and Peter shared in this room.

You looked around one more time, and your eyes watered when you saw your favorite t-shirt thrown over his chair. You really wanted to take it but decided to against it. ‘He can do whatever he wants’ you thought and closed the door behind you.

The walk from his apartment wasn’t much better. But it was a bit shorter than the one before. You hadn’t had much time to think this time. You just came out of his building and in a few seconds, you were laying in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.

Now, that you calmed down a bit and your head cleared, you laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, face blank of any emotion. You got pulled back into reality by your phone vibrating. You sat up and moved the phone closer to your face. It was Peter.

You had 6 missed calls and 26 unread messages from the curly-haired boy. But you decided to ignore them and turned on the airplane mode. You curled up into a ball and snuggled up into your fluffy blanket. It was going to get better, you will get better, the pain will subdue, the anger will not.

You were so damn angry at him. How could he do this to you, string you along when he doesn’t want you in his life anymore? Letting a few tears slip, you let your eyelids droop and let your mind wander into the darkness of sleep.

----

“I don’t understand, what does she mean by a new best friend? What does she mean by not want her in my life anymore?” Peter asked as he paced around his room, with your note crumpled up in his right hand.

“I think you did the opposite of what you wanted to do you know?” MJ interrupted him and he looked at her horrified.

“This is all my fault, I’m the reason she feels like this,” he mumbled and continued pacing in circles.

“Remind me why you wanted to do this again?” MJ scoffed and Peter stopped to think.

“To make her jealous,” he mumbled and MJ stood up and hit him across the forehead with a rolled-up engineering magazine she found randomly thrown under his pillow.

“You are so stupid, Peter. And I can’t believe I helped you. But at least I got the cute girl’s number,” she mumbled the last part and Peter ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I fucked up,” he announced and MJ glared at him.

“Yeah, no shit genius. Remind me how this started again. In detail and soak in just how stupid you are,” she growled out and he got lost in the painful memory.

----

It was around 3 weeks after his best friend left for Europe, he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when he saw a photo she posted just 4 hours ago. He went to like it but his thumb froze before he could double-tap. It was a photo of her smiling, looking as beautiful as ever, on a beach with a sunset behind her. But it wasn’t her that made him freeze, it was the boy that was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was grinning at him, her smile shining brighter than all of the stars in the night sky.

“Who the fuck are you?” Peter mumbled to himself as he looked over more of the photos in the post. As he scrolled, the pair of them only grew closer on the pictures. Them sharing a meal, them in the sea, them on a carnival with a huge green teddy bear in her arms. Just from the last picture, it was clear that the boy won the plushie in one of those shitty scam carnival games Peter couldn’t play even if he really wanted to.

But what really got him, was the post from her private Instagram, the boy from the previous photos was kissing her on the corner of her mouth. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he exited the app and ran his shaky fingers through his hair.

‘Could she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t tell me,’ his breathing got quicker and he had a sudden urge to puke. Before he could stop himself, he opened his contacts app and scrolled to find MJ’s phone number, she could help him.

“Hey, I know this is a lot to ask but I need you to help me make my best friend jealous.” Those words came from his mouth before he could even think about them.

----

“I told you before you started with this stupid plan of yours that it won’t work out,” MJ snapped him out of his mind. Peter stared into the distance before he snapped out of it.

“I need to go and see her, I need to explain,” Peter rushed out before MJ stopped him.

“You need to give her some time, she wouldn’t want to see you, and only get angry or even more upset.” She explained and Peter nodded in understatement.

“You are right, I will let her cool off for a week, and then talk to her,” Peter concluded. MJ blinked in surprise.

“Are you sure you want to give her a week? I was thinking more like 2 days, not 7,” MJ said cautiously and Peter huffed out angrily.

“God, why are you so cryptic, why can’t you just tell me and help,”

“Because this is your relationship, that is on line, not mine. And you want me to solve this for you,” MJ raised her voice and Peter rolled his eyes.

“God, this is useless” he mumbled and the girl in front of him scoffed.

“I can just leave if that’s what you want,” She stood up to leave but Peter grabbed her forearm gently.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just really anxious and I want to see her. But you are right, I shouldn’t leave her without explanation for such a long period of time,” Peter apologized and MJ nodded.

“I need to go, mum wants to watch this new movie she saw in Target, I’ll text you okay?”

“Okay bye, enjoy the movie,” Peter mumbled and MJ walked out of his room.

“Great Parker, just great,” he mumbled to himself as he watched her leave through his window.

----

2 days later

Peter was standing in front of your school, waiting for you to finish. The last two days have been torture for him and he couldn’t wait to talk to you. When he heard the bell ring on the inside of the building, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on and moved closer to the main entrance, just a precaution and so he wouldn’t miss you walking out.

He started to get worried when he didn’t see you walk out even after 15 minutes.

‘Maybe they had some science lab and are cleaning up or something he thought to himself to calm down a bit. Then, he saw one of your friends, Bee, walk out and he waved at them.

“Hey, she isn’t here today,” Bee said to Peter. He only frowned. That’s weird.

“Okay, thanks Bee, do you think she could be at home? Is she sick?” Peter asked and Bee frowned at him.

“I thought you were best friends, you don’t know where she is?” Bee asked him and Peter looked down looking very guilty.

“We had a fight,” he mumbled and Bee scoffed.

“Well, I guess you fucked up pretty bad because she never misses school.”

“I know, I fucked up and I hurt her, but I just want to make it better, I gave her time to cool off and now, I need to apologize,” Peter explained and Bee nodded their head.

“Okay Parker, last chance, if you hurt her to this extent ever again, I’ll kick you in the balls.” Bee threatened and Peter nodded.

“Don’t worry, this is the first and last time this has ever happened, won’t hurt her ever again, I promise,” Peter said and Bee could tell his words were genuine.

“Fine Parker go, and if she is not at school tomorrow, you are a dead man, I’m telling you that right now.”

“Don’t worry Bee, I’m going to make this right,” Peter promised as he walked away from your school.

----

“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Your mom called out and you looked from under your blanket. You couldn’t function correctly for the past few days, the loss of your best friend being too much to bear.

“Tell them to go away please,” you mumbled and she shook her head sadly. You stopped crying a while ago, no tears left in your body.

You heard a gentle knock on your door.

“Hey bug,” You whipped your head towards the voice, and the tears you thought ran out, welled up in your eyes. He was there, even after he exchanged you for someone else.

“Pete,” you whispered and he quickly walked towards you and sat on your bed. You threw yourself into his arms but then quickly pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here?” you asked and Peter shook his head.

“I came to apologize, I hurt you by my actions and made you think something, that isn’t true at all,” he explained and you tilted your head, reminding Peter of a cute, confused puppy.

“I will just tell you the truth, and hope you will be able to forgive me.”

“I was jealous. It’s simple as that, and now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds so stupid.” He took a deep breath and slowly tangled his fingers in yours.

“The truth is, I have feelings for you. You know what? Scratch that, I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I saw you with the guy in Europe, being all cute and sweet together, I just lost it.” He confessed and looked up to see your face. You had an unreadable expression on your face.

“Fuck, he even got you a huge teddy bear from the carnival scam games, I could never do that for you, and I know you love that corny stuff.” He said with a shaky voice and could feel the tears push into his eyes.

“I wanted to make you jealous, but I hurt you instead and that hurts me even more than seeing you with that boy.” He said and then kneeled on the floor beside your bed. He took your other hand into his and kissed your knuckles gently.

“I’m so sorry Bug, please forgive me,” he begged as he put his forehead against your hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes flowed freely down his perfect face and it hurt you to see him like this. You took your hand away from his and you could see the quick flash of pain on his face. You caught one tear with your finger and whispered.

“Please don’t cry, I’m going to cry too,” he quickly looked up and smiled sadly, when he saw your sunken and tired face.

“I forgive you, Peter.” You said with a crack in your voice.

“And you know, it actually worked out, I was so jealous when I saw you with her.” You confessed.

“I love you too Peter, I always have” you whispered and Peter’s face lit up with joy.

“You, do?” He asked and you nodded with a slight smile on your face.

“I do, so so much,” You caressed his cheek, shuffled closer to him, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Come here and lay with me,” you demanded and Peter chuckled.

“Well, what my lovebug wants, she gets.” Peter teased and you hid your face in the blanket.

“I kinda like it,” you whispered shyly and Peter laughed lightly.

“Scoot over love, let me lay with you.” You shuffled over and Peter slipped under your blanket. He laid down and slowly maneuvered your body, to lay comfortably on his chest.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, we’ll work it out, I promise.” You mumbled and Peter nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, Peter”

“I love you my Bug,” It was quiet for a bit before Peter spoke once again.

“So, who was the boy in the photos?”

“PETER!”

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I'm sorry I kind of disappeared for two months, but I had an extreme case of writer's block, but I am back. But I still have no ideas so if you have any ideas, I would be forever thankful if you pitched them to me.

I would also like to thank you for 97 followers, it's unbelievable.

I would really appreciate it if you gave me some feedback and told me what I can change.

Thanks for reading

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings - criminal minds based mentions of violence (not really), drinking

Summary - When something slips out at the round table things between the Reader and Spencer get really awkward

(i got the idea from notjoselyn on tiktok)

Y/n walks alongside Penelope as they move through the BAU bullpen. Talking about the girls' night plans the girls have been working on for the last couple of weeks. "That club would be so fun," Y/n says brightly, "but did everyone agree? I mean it's a little you know loud and crazy."

"I mean Emily is always down," Penelope says, "especially when I ask her... And JJ needs a minute away from her kids. Even if she won't admit it."

"Little angels my ass," Y/n chuckles as they reach the round table, "oh my I have the cutest dress to wear. It's a little- you know."

"Oh, I do know," Penelope says smirking lightly, "you're gonna look hot!"

"Mmm you just wait and see," Y/n chuckles.

"Wait and see what?" Spencer asks as he joins the two at the table. The girls chuckle lightly as Spencer looks between them. "What?"

"Well, boy wonder we are talking about our upcoming girls' night," Penelope tells him, "specifically about the dress miss Y/n here is going to wear." Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer nods lightly. "What color is it?"

"Black," Y/n tells her, "a little black dress moment you know?"

"Yes!" Penelope says brightly, "oh I can't wait." Y/n chuckles lightly. "I have this really cute dress picked out- it's purple very sparkly. Very eye-catching."

"Hot," Y/n says playfully. Spencer looks slightly amused with the banter. "I just hope JJ can keep up. I mean with all the mom duties she's been slacking behind on girls' nights... I feel like we are gonna exhaust her."

"Redbull drinks exist for a reason," Penelope says.

"Right," Y/n says.

"What even happens on a girls' night?" Spencer asks.

"Chaos," Y/n tells him, "We all drink until we can't stand. Dance with strangers. Leave the FBI training at home and have fun."

"Sounds dangerous," Spencer says, "do you have a designated driver?"

"Uber," Penelope tells him.

"That's not safe," Spencer says, "do you guys not pay attention to the cases we get? How many of the girls we see started out at some random bar?"

"If you're so worried you be our dd," Y/n offers. He looks between the two girls carefully.

"Fine," He says, "I'll go."

"You can't go," Emily says as she and JJ join them at the round table, "it's girls' night."

"I won't ruin the fun I'll just keep you from dying," Spencer says, "1 in 5 violent victimizations involving perceived alcohol use by the offender."

"That's ruining the fun Spence," JJ says placing her hand on his shoulder, "we are big girls-"

"No no, he wants to be DD then let him," Y/n says, "we save uber money that way. Plus he can't be the one that gets to play wheres, Emily."

"Or Can we keep clothes on Penelope," JJ chuckles. Y/n nods lightly. Spencer raises a brow lightly. "Just remember you signed up for this." Rossi and Hotch join the others in the room. The conversation shifts from reckless drinking to the cases they are supposed to be consulting on. "I'd say, sadist."

"Profiler JJ always comes through," Y/n says smiling lightly. The blonde chuckles lightly. "I mean it profiles relatively simple... This all the cops have?"

"Yes," Hotch answers her, "I think what we have so far is all that we'll be able to give them based on the files they sent." They all nod lightly. Handing the files over to Penelope as they move to the next one. After six or seven more cases the attention starts to shift. Small conversations breaking out around the table. Y/n tries her best to focus but the words were all blurring together.

"So are the girls' night plans always this dangerous?" Spencer asks her. Clearly more curious than he's trying to let on.

"You worried about me?" Y/n teases lightly.

"Well yeah," Spencer says, "I'm worried about all of you... I mean it's really risky going out like that- not that I'm saying you guys can't take care of yourselves but- you know what we see. The statistics show how dangerous it is."

"I understand what you're saying but we watch out for each other," Y/n assures him, "and besides with you babysitting us we will have a knight in shining armor to save us if it goes too far."

"You don't think it'll look weird with me watching a group of girls?" Spencer asks.

"You're right," Y/n says, "we should ask Morgan if he wants to go."

"Go where?" Morgan says looking from his conversation with Hotch.

"To this new club," Y/n tells him, "tonight with the girls and Spencer."

"Spencer?" Morgan asks clearly shocked at the addition of the younger man.

"Don't be so surprised," Emily says, "he offered to make sure us ladies got home alright." Morgan nods lightly.

"Yeah and you can make him feel a little less left out," Y/n offers, "make it seem less like he's babysitting... Rossi, Hotch if you want to come as well we can make it a team thing."

"If it's a team thing then I want everyone to forget what happens when we leave this office," Penelope says, "whatever happens when we drink stays in the safety of the club."

"Jack has a sleepover," Hotch tells them, "maybe another time." They all look to Rossi. The older man chuckles.

"I think my clubbing days are past me," Rossi tells them, "plus its poker night."

"Lame," Emily teases lightly, "Morgan will you at least come?"

"Of course," Morgan says, "I don't wanna leave our boy genius all alone." Y/n looks back to Spencer and smiles lightly. Trying to get back to her work. The boy keeps his eyes on her. She looks up carefully. He smiles to deflect the fact he's been staring at her.

"That necklace looks really nice on you," Spencer tells her. She smirks lightly.

"Thanks," Y/n says, "but your hands would look nicer." The words leave her mouth before she can process what she said. She freezes at once as the table looks around in slight amusement and shock at what just happened. Y/n's eyes widen in horror. Rossi laughs lightly.

"At least let him take you out on a date first," Rossi jokes. Y/n looks up to Spencer who's still frozen. His mouth slightly open as if all words are suddenly lost to him. Morgan just laughs loudly at the situation. Y/n can feel her face go red. She moves covering her mouth lightly.

"Did she really?" Penelope starts.

"Oh she did," Emily says in pure amusement.

Y/n closes the file and moves to stand up.

"I'm gonna walk out the door," She says slowly, "and when I walk back in here we can pretend that it never happened."

"Please," Hotch says. She nods quickly. Walking out the door. She takes a lap around the BAU in an attempt to work through the crippling embarrassment this situation is going to bring her for the next forty years. She can already tell she's gonna see this in her nightmares.

Back at the table, Spencer is still frozen.

"She broke him," Emily chuckles as JJ waves her hand in front of Spencer's eyes. He blinks quickly. He looks over the others.

"Did that actually just happen?" Spencer asks them finally. They nod lightly. His face is bright red. Suddenly that big brain of his is nothing more than a peanut. When Y/n steps back into the room he's still in slight shock. She shuffles nervously back into her seat beside Spencer. Making a point to not make eye contact with anyone.

"I'm never going to live that down am I?" She whispers over to Penelope. The blond chuckles awkwardly.

"Oh no honey," Penelope says, "probably note."

"Oh goddammit," Y/n says softly. She moves the file lifting it to cover her face.

Meanwhile, in Spencer's big brain he's trying to process that the girl he's had a crush on for years said that his hands would look good around her neck. He tries to explain it in any way that makes sense but he's out of luck there. All he can think is what just happened?

Y/n's thankful when Hotch dismisses them back to their desks to work on their reports. She's suddenly very grateful for having the desk furthest away from Spencer. She can't even begin to think about what the hell she'd say to him to clear all this up. And Spencer and Emily laughing lightly don't help at all. She can just imagine all the things he's saying. Not to mention him avoiding her eyes at all cost.

Her face is still bright red when she shuffles into the elevator to head home later. However, life is forever cruel. Instead of giving her an empty elevator to escape to Hotch and Emily jump in beside her. She chuckles nervously.

"I'm not going to say anything," Hotch tells her, "just- try not to say anything like that while we're trying to work."

"Right," Y/n says softly.

"Where did that even come from?" Emily asks leaning forward to get a look at the girl. Y/n chuckles nervously.

"You're gonna have to get me drunk before I answer that," Y/n says carefully, "mostly because that's the only way you're gonna get me to talk about what is probably one of the top ten most embarrassing things that I've ever done." Emily chuckles lightly.

"Well, then the first round is on me."

When she meets back up with Emily the other girl is pretty much shoving a drink into her hand. Y/n takes it without a word. Knocking back the shot eagerly at the thought the others would be meeting them soon. More so that she's going to have to see Spencer... Considering she invited him.

"Oh, you do look hot!" Penelope exclaims as she and the others move to join the two girls. Penelope engulfs Y/n into a hug. Clearly excited to see her outside of the work setting. "Oh and look at you, Emily!" As Y/n's eyes settle on Spencer she starts to panic.

"I'm gonna go get our first round," Y/n says planning her escape route in her mind. Before the others can say anything she's rushing off to the bar. She orders the drinks quickly. Trying to focus on the bartender's movements.

"Hey," A soft voice says. She turns to look at Spencer. She turns back to the bar immediately. Spencer looks at her slightly confused. "You shouldn't walk off alone it's dangerous." The bartender sets the tray down. She takes it eagerly.

"You could see me from the table," Y/n says trying her best to not look at the boy. He follows her carefully as she hurries through the crowd back to the table. She sets the drinks down at once. "To the BAU!" The others grab the shots eagerly. She takes hers knocking it back quickly. Spencer looks over her carefully.

"Oh, I love this song!" Penelope says as she drags Y/n off to the dance floor. Emily follows. The second they get to the floor y/n tries not to focus on the awkwardness. Instead pushing her attention onto dancing with her friends.

"So?" Emily asks, "where did that come from?"

"Deep in my subconscious," Y/n answers, "you know I've always had a thing for Reid but- I can't believe I said that out loud!"

"I thought I was dreaming!" Emily chuckles as she moves her hips to the beat, "but Hotch's face- that was real."

"So was Spencer's heart attack!" Y/n adds, "did you see him? I thought he was going into shock!"

"I think he did," Emily says over the music. The two chuckle lightly. Emily looks over to the boy. Elbowing Y/n to look as well. They see him drinking out of a water bottle as he looks over the crowd carefully. Morgan talking to him about something that seemed serious. Spencer looks like he's turning red again.

"He looks good tonight," Y/n says to Emily, "the whole sweater and tie combo." Y/n bites her lip lightly. Emily chuckles.

"Maybe you can have his hands as a necklace then?" Emily teases. Y/n scoffs lightly. "Go talk to him- now."

"Why?"

"Because I said so," Emily says, "and you trust me with your life." Y/n sighs lightly. "Come on." She doesn't get a chance to argue. Emily yanks the girl along the dance floor before practically shoving her into the booth. Then Emily looks to Morgan. "Let's get another round." The two are gone before Y/n has a chance to process her thoughts. Spencer smiles lightly.

"Hey," He says softly.

"Hey," Y/n says, "how's the- weather?"

"Fine," Spencer says, "about earlier-"

"I know over the line," Y/n starts.

"You think about that often?" He asks. Y/n's eyes widen at his words. Layers of confidence and the slight smirk on his face make her wonder if she blackout and this was a dream.

"Uh- well I," She mumbles lightly. Spencer leans over to her ear.

"Cause we can make it happen," Spencer whispers. Y/n steps back at once. Spencer looks at her carefully. "Shit Morgan said the wouldn't sound creepy. I'm sorry- I just was trying to be flirty." Y/n looks at him carefully. As if she's deciding him if he's real or not.

"Wait so you don't think I'm a freak?" Y/n asks him carefully.

"No no- I was just kinda taken back," Spencer admits, "I mean I'm not exactly used to hearing that." Y/n chuckles lightly. "But you know- we could?"

"Hmm- I don't think they'd notice if we left," Y/n chuckles lightly. Spencer bites his lip lightly.

"Well if you don't think they'd notice," Spencer says. Y/n chuckles grabbing his home to pull him along the bar to get to his car.

They absolutely noticed.

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