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flamingpudding · 7 months

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I am keeping him B

A/N: Stress late night writing, while I am supposed to sleep cause I still got work tomorrow but screw my life...

It all started with the disappearance of Box Ghost, followed by Spectra. Back then, Danny didn't realize what was happening, and he still blamed himself for that. What a fine bridge of balance he was....

The next to disappear had been Elli and Danny had mobilize whatever he could to organize a search party when he lost contact. After Elli, Ember was next. Maybe by then Danny should be realized.

Dan was the next in line of disappearances. Vlad was the one making Danny aware of it. Everything Danny had mobilized in his search for Elli was extended to find Dan now, too.

Shortly after Dan, Vlad also disappeared from the face of earth. If he hadn't already be worried Danny would have been now. His events tripled, sleepless nights followed, days in which Jazz practically had to force him to sleep.

One by one all the Ghosts Danny knew disappeared. Maybe he would have realized it sooner if he had paid more attention to certain things, to the news to politics, to anything really. Maybe then Danny would be noticed the appearance of Dalv.Co and his parents invention on the black market. The sudden spike in Meta traficing following or the sudden interest in Ecto-entities.

But he hadn't...

...and that probably what was what costed him too.

Because, one day, he woke up in a dark cell, still in his Phantom transformation but with a collar around his neck. It zapped him any time he touched it or tried to let go of his ghost form. It was like a reverse of the stupid taser Vlad had. There were no mirrors or anything he could use to see himself with, but he had a feeling that collar used Fenton tech. He also realized that he was in a more eldrich kind of transformation. His hands that usually were in white gloves when in phantom form were clawed and inky black with sparks that reminded Danny of the night sky's above Amity Park. He couldn't tell if he looked anything like himself or not, but judging by his hands, probably not.

That day, when Danny woke up in that cell, he realized the reason behind the disappearances of his family and ghost rogues. Just like there was a spike in Meta trafficking, the growing interest had also developed into Ecto-Entity trafficking and worse was, they weren't even protected by law. The Anti-Ecto Acts are making it not even a real or all too big of a crime.

Months passed, and Danny learned to shut his mouth and emotions out. He thought he was even in a state disassociation, Jazz would have been proud of him for his self diagnosis, maybe. With the passing days, Danny stopped remembering who owned him and who he was forced to fight. Sometimes, his eyes came to live when he met one of his old friends in the battle rings. Tho their fights were no longer a form or bonding, it still felt nice to sometimes feel the heat of Ember's flames, the sting of Skulkers blasters or even see a box get thrown at him.

Of course, he had tried to escape or save at least one of the others before, but whoever modified his parents' inventions knew what they were doing. All his attempts were met with failure.

But then the day everything changed came. Danny didn't know how long it had been, all he knew was that a stupid clown was his current holder. The guy spouted some nonsense or wanting to see how a bat, of all animals held himself against one of the strongest ecto-entiies. Danny really wanted to refuse, yell at that fruitloop of a clown and be done with the World.

But what he didn't expect to happen that day was the shock of electricity, the ricochet of a bullet, the crack of metal... and the collar falling of his neck.

Suddenly, Danny no longer felt like he was trapped in his own body, like he was just an onlooker, but at the same time, he had never felt this tired before. He stumbled forward his body losing whatever momentum he had before. It was a single arm that saved him from faceplanting.

"Fuck! That thing was actually a kid!"

"What?!"

"I am going to fucking murder the clown."

Danny blinked slowly as he felt his awareness sliding from him, yet he still couldn't help muttering at least something before the world would go dark. "Get in line, I really hate clowns, and he is the nightmare realm fodder."

Danny felt the arm holding him shaking, and he really wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but right before he did, in fact, black out from pure exhaustion, he heard one last thing. "I don't give a fuck, B. I like this kid so I am keeping him."

#danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #crossover #jason todd #fanfic #i am sleep deprived #late night stress writing #hope any of this makes sense #Jason going to keep Danny #batfam to the rescue #once danny is awake again a lot of bad guys will wish he wasn't #random late night thoughts

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jhkfan123 · 3 months

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don't forget me (like the others) | coriolanus snow

pairing: mentor!coryosnow x mentor!reader

warnings: mc death, violence, graphic, soft!snow, hysterical reader

in which: the arena tour turned rebel bombing hit you hard. snow, your boyfriend of a few years, came out barely harmed. you however? that was a different story.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND IN RETURN.... 😏....you guys get an absolutely soul crushing fic that almost made me cry while i was writing it. enjoy!!! 🥰 (i'm so sorry)

you were looking forward to your anniversary. three years. you and coryo had agreed to celebrate after your mentor work was done. that included touring the arena and preparing your tributes for the interviews.

you needed this plinth prize. your family wouldn't make it without the prize money in your possession. coryo offered to help you out, but you knew he couldn't contribute much. which meant you had to win the hunger games, or your tribute at least.

if your tribute, jessup diggs, didn't win, you had no shot at affording university. and without university, a well paying job wasn't in the question. so you were going to attempt to make the most out of the two events planned for the day. your boyfriend offered up some valuable advice to you in the days prior. his adjustments to the rules opened up some advantages. with the opportunity of sponsors, you just had to make jessup likable.

after your sit down meeting with jessup, you weren't as confident in his ability to win. his bat bite was getting bad. infection was going to consume him, or even worse some other disease bats could transmit. ebola, rabies, even. either way, it was going to be much harder for him to win. unless the others wiped the other tributes out, and he just waited it out. coryo had suggested that strategy to you. the two of you had talked for hours last night.

either way, it was now time to make your way to the arena. coriolanus, along with clemensia dovecote, had been pulled away, to dr. gaul's office. you hadn't seen him since the tribute meetings. but now, here, outside the gates of the arena, you waited for him.

they claimed they wouldn't start the tour until all mentors were there. that meant coryo. it was good to know he would be here for this. you saw his tribute, lucy gray baird, at the front of the line. she was amazing. a singer, from what you had heard on reaping day. coriolanus had told you that he was planning to get her to sing again. she was fidgeting, waiting for her mentor to arrive. you were too. you looked to your tribute, jessup besides you. he was fairly tall and strong, but he looked weak now. the bite got worse just in the period of time between your meeting and now.

"remember to take in every part of the arena. you need to familiarize yourself." you suggested. he didn't say anything, but nodded. he hadn't spoken much in the time you'd known him. you truly felt bad for him. you weren't supposed to get attached to your tributes. but jessup needed help. from a doctor. anyone. the minute the bell rings this time tomorrow morning, he would have little to no chance of winning. he was just a boy. he was a little younger than you. no one deserves to die that young.

while looking at him, you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder. you looked to your left and found your boyfriend, coryo, his hand resting on you. you de-tensed at his touch. you were glad he was here.

"hi." he was smiling now. he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand in his.

"hey, coryo." you admired his features as he looked at you. the moment was interrupted when a peacekeeper shoved him forward. probably to align him with lucy gray. you hands were pulled apart. it was sudden. the peacekeepers had no time for pleasantries. when you could see he was next to lucy gray, the line began to move.

after numerous "enjoy the show!'s" you finally made your way in. it was very dark, you could barely see the person in front of you. there was a dim glow from capitol cameras gearing towards the front of the line. suddenly, a loud click allowed for all the windows to open in the arena, sunlight shining in. you gestured for jessup to follow you, and you made your way to coriolanus. he was with his tribute, in the center of the arena.

"do you know how long this is going to take?" you asked, regaining his hand in yours. he glanced over at you, his tribute too.

"they won't let us have much time." he said. he was probably right. it wasn't until a peacekeeper came on the PA system and claimed that you had 15 minutes to "tour the arena and discuss strategy." you nodded at the announcement. "stay by me, please. i wan't you safe. none of these tributes are cuffed." he said. you looked around. none of them seemed like immediate threats. they saw and were aware of the multiple peacekeepers assigned to each one. but you still, felt safer near coriolanus.

you turned to jessup, who was already looking around the arena. you surveyed it too. there was no where to go. it was a colosseum. a big circle with no escape. no where to go besides the main circle. you knew the games would be over quickly tomorrow. but you didn't want to tell jessup that. you assumed he already knew. but you had to say something. make use of this time.

as you opened your mouth, you were cut off by a loud boom. then another, then another, and another. you had no idea what was going on. you fell to the floor from the wind pushing you around. dust was everywhere. getting into your eyes and mouth and nose. suffocating. the loud noises kept on going. then you heard crumbling. the roof must have been falling. concrete was beginning to land everywhere around you. you heard shouting. then, you could identify a more specific voice. that of coriolanus's. he was shouting incoherently. you couldn't see him through the dust that hadn't yet settled. the loud booms stop, but the sound of the arena actively crumbling continued. you then felt sharp pains. in your legs, your arms, everywhere.

glass. it was getting everywhere.

you couldn't move. you were in a state of shock. and you were flat on the floor. every time you tried to crawl your body wouldn't budge. your boyfriend was still shouting things you couldn't make out. the ringing in your ears was too loud.

then he got closer. you could hear him better now. he was repeating the same word.

"MOVE!" you heard. he kept repeating himself. you understood him, but your brain wasn't working quite right. you still couldn't move. suddenly, you heard a screeching sound. metal. you managed to turn yourself onto your back. it was a bad idea. it wasn't until it was too late when you realized that the metal beam was falling in your direction. when you saw it become increasingly near, your body attempted to trigger fight or flight. you tried to move out of the way but it was too late. the beam slammed into you and everything went dark.

the first thing you heard was your heartbeat. then you heard some sort of beeping. then your sight came in. blurry at first, but your eyes eventually focused on a blank ceiling. you took a deep breath and attempted to move your head. looking around, you identified the room around you as some sort of hospital room.

the next thing you became conscious of was the fact that something hurt like hell. you pinpointed it to somewhere on your leg, but you couldn't see. you wondered if you were alone. that was soon proven wrong when you noticed a certain blonde standing in the far corner of the room. he was talking to a doctor. the words were incoherent. then you noticed something unsettling. there were streaks of tears down his face.

that couldn't be good.

soon he noticed you were awake, and immediately rushed to your side.

"oh my god, are you up?" you could tell by his shaky voice that he had been crying. hard. you nodded and he broke out into a smile. he brushed your hair from your forehead and replaced it with a kiss. you smiled back at him.

"what happened?" you asked. his smile faded at your question.

"there was a rebel bombing. seven died." the number hurt your heard.

"seven? seven..mentors? tributes?" you asked. you weren't sure how that was going to help you.

"a mix of both. mostly tributes." he answered. you knew you had been unfit for this mentor position. you were far too empathetic for this. you shouldn't have started crying at the tribute's deaths. but you did. coriolanus immediately noticed. he shushed you and wiped your tears with his handkerchief.

"hey. remember. it would have been worse to die in the games tomorrow, right?" his attempt at making you feel better did nothing much. his answer also confused you. it would be cruel to continue with the games tommorow.

"the games are still happening?" you asked. he nodded with a melancholy feeling. "that's- awful." you couldn't believe the acts of the capitol. "which mentors are...gone?" you hesitated to even say it.

"diana and apollo. felix ravinstill is in critical condition." you had known the siblings well. and felix, well, his dad was president. this would not go unnoticed.

"oh no." you sighed. he grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his.

"it's going to be ok. you're going to be ok." there was something strange about the statement. it was like he was reassuring himself and not you. you nodded, almost hesitantly. "i should have helped you. i just stood there and shouted like an idiot-"

"don't start with that. please. don't kick yourself for it." you re-assured him. then you felt a sharp pain in your leg. you winced. you hissed through your teeth and the unexpected feeling.

"what? what? what it is?" he was immediately shot into a state of panic.

"my leg!" you shouted. it felt like it was on fire. you immediately reached down to grab where it hurt out of instinct, and when you released it, you found blood on your hands, and lots of it. "my hands!" you shouted, tears running down your face. coryo was now standing up.

"we need a doctor! please!" he pleaded. you began to sob as it was the only thing you could think of to do. you watched as coriolanus looked down at your leg. he looked back up almost immediately, which was not a good sign. through thick, hot tears you saw a figure walk into the room with a team of men behind him. you saw as they ushered him out into the hallway. that only made you increasingly nervous.

you panicked as the lights began to fade again.

you were in a new room now. this one felt more, eerie. your boyfriend was sat beside you, his head in his hands. the only thing you could do was reach your arm out to his. he immediately jolted at your touch.

"coryo what happened?" it was all you could think about.

"um.." he stuttered. his breath was very shaky. "look. you lost-" he paused. "a lot of blood. in your leg. too much." he continued. you immediately got concerned.

"too much? what do you mean too much?" you mind began to race to every possible bad outcome.

"you're in critical condition." he finally blurted out what he had been meaning to say all along. your heart began to beat much faster.

"no. no. no. no. no. no. no-"

"hey, hey hey it's ok-"

"no." you began to cry again. in panem, you didn't know of very many people who made it out of critical condition. "coryo, i-" you paused. you considered lying to yourself. you considered thinking that everything was going to be ok. "i'm scared." you shuddered. instead, you went with the truth. "i-" the words you wanted to say made you want to throw up.

"what? please. tell me." he asked.

"i don't want to die." the phrase broke the wall between tears and sobs. admitting that death was a possibility in this situation made everything worse. no matter what comfort he would attempt to give you.

"you're not going to die. you're not going to die." he repeated. he once again seemed to be finding comfort in his own words.

"how do you know that?" you cried.

"i don't." he admitted. "but i don't want to think of anything like that until it becomes the most likely possibility. if it ever does." you saw a tear roll down his face.

you knew your body. you knew the condition you were in better than any of those doctors. so with a heavy heart, you did anything but ease your boyfriend's mind.

"coryo." there was now multiple tears scattered on his cheeks. "coryo." you picked his head up with your head. "it is the most likely possibility." you could immediately tell that he had already known that. his head fell again and you heard quiet cries. you rolled onto your back, the position you had started in. you looked up at the ceiling.

you had never been fond of death. it had always scared you, since you were a little girl. you had always hated the idea of the hunger games. you had watched one year and never again. mentoring in the hunger games was hard. you hated the games. the deaths were unnecessary. and each time the buzzer ruled them out, you just thought of their family.

and now that was happening to you. you knew that the buzzer would soon rule you out. you didn't know when. you knew how. and you knew that, it was going to be sooner rather than later.

you were terrified.

"i'm scared." you repeated. you tried to move your mind to something else. you found one thing, and it didn't help. "coryo. today's our anniversary." three years. you had almost forgot in the chaos of today. "i'm sorry we couldn't enjoy it." you continued to stare at the ceiling.

"it's not your fault." his voice was stern. "besides. we are spending time together. look at us. like our own private date." his joke somehow made you laugh.

"thank you for being here. i haven't even seen my parents." you admitted.

"they are outside. they just said they couldn't bear to see you like this." you admired coriolanus's bravery. you knew that your leg was not a pretty sight. the huge gash slicing it open. it was at this moment you began to feel lightheaded. you knew the blood loss was getting to you. you knew death was getting to you.

"coryo?" you asked for him. you turned over to face him again. he looked up at you. "can i have a kiss?" now usually he was rough, aggressive with his affections. but at this command, he was soft. he gave you a soft kiss on the lips and nothing more. you appreciated that this may be the last kiss you would share. "coryo?" you called for him again.

"yes?" he answered.

"do you promise you won't forget me when i'm gone?" your voice shook immensely. he didn't even try to counteract your statement. he knew.

"i could never forget you if i tried." you heard his voice quiver. "you're my love. my one and only love. i'll never love again." he declared.

"no, no don't do that. please. enjoy your life, ok? promise me you'll find somebody else to love." you closed your eyes. you couldn't bear the thought. it pained you to say it but it was necessary.

"i'll never love somebody as much as i love you." he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. a doctor came into the room. one wo had probably been monitoring your vitals from outside. all he did was give coriolanus a nod. you immediately saw tears fall from his face, though no sound was heard.

you focused on your heartbeat. you knew that time was ticking, and the doctor had just silently confirmed it. listening to your heartbeat, you noticed every once in a while, the beats would get farther apart.

"look, i-"

"i know what's happening." you couldn't bare to hear him say it. his tears became more rapid. you had stopped crying, however. you just wanted to be here with him.

"i'm going to stay, ok? i don't care how long it takes. i'm not leaving you." he stated. he tried to be loud even though his tears were silencing his words.

"just hold my hand." it was all you asked of him. "i love you." you said.

"i love you more." he replied, almost immediately. it had been a tradition the two of you had come up with. if one said "i love you," the other had to try to say it back as quick as possible. bonus points if you overlapped. the small gesture made you smile. you finally decided to close your eyes, and relax your body.

you heard the beeping turn into one long sound as you took a deep breath in. the last thing you heard was the boy next to you finally break down in a loud cry.

#jhkfan123 #tom blyth #coriolanus snow #snow lands on top #hunger games #hungergames #tbosas #coriolanus x reader #coriolanussnow #poets corner #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus smut #coryo #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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ollie-lolly · 1 year

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Royal treatment (18+) Diavolo x gender neutral reader

Note: HUGE thanks to @l3viat8an8an for giving me the inspiration to write this! (My dyslectic ass is dying HELP).

started and finished on: 13th of march 2023

Media: Obey me

Relationship: Diavolo x gender neutral reader

Warnings: This contains very suggestive content, minors please don't interact

This is part one. part two part three

Word count: 963

He just was so attractive, you could never quite put a finger on why you made that conclusion. Maybe it was his smile, the way he carried himself or it was his great round a-. "Mc what is going on in your little mind?" Diavolo's voice halted your train of thoughts. You quickly scrambled to keep the conversation going. His eyes seemed so innocent but had a dark playfulness to it, like he could exactly read whatever you were pondering about. "I was just reminiscing on an event that happened this month". Diavolo leaned in "Do tell". "W- Well I saw this really pretty ring in a jewelry store and it has not left my mind since". "It must be very special to you". "I suppose so! I have been working my butt off in Ristorante Six just to even get a chance of-".

"Sweet, sweet little human, why didn't you come to me earlier?". "For wha-" He came to your side. "Barbatos!΅. Barbatos being the great butler he is, came just around the corner. "Yes my lord?". "Could you get me something?". He gently put a hand on your back. "Go on, show him what you want". You shakingly grabbed your phone trying to maintain a normal breathing pattern. Desperately searching for the picture through your camera roll, when Diavolo's hand slowly went downwards. Eventually resting on your lower back. "H- here" You showed it to Diavolo first. "You have wonderful taste, would you like anything engraved on the inside?". "Your name would be lovely lord Diavolo".

You turned the phone towards Barbatos, he quickly eased the sexual tension "I'll be back within an hour or so" He bowed and gracefully left. "I- i am sorry i panicked, i didn't mean to say your name Lord Diavolo I-" Diavolo chuckled and softly grabbed your face. "Do you regret it? I can call him back if you want ". You felt your face heat up. "N- n- no i thought it was improper of me i am so sor- ". He softly placed the finger of his other hand on your lips, "Shhh, please don't be. I already rather enjoy the sound of your idea. Besides this is just a small gift, see it as a beginning of something new"

From then on, you found a small pile of gifts resting on the top of your bed almost every night. Each with a special note attached. You heard a notification:

Chat

Diavolo: Do you like the new gifts I sent you?

MC: Are you sure you sent this to the right person?

Diavolo: You humans have a lovely sense of humor!

MC: Lord Diavolo I was not joking, how could I repay you for all this?

Diavolo: Please sweet human, this is just play money. You deserve this and much for fundamentally serving as the avatars family therapist. With me you can finally have peace from such hard labor. Repaying me is really unnecessary, but if that's what you desire you are welcome to visit me tomorrow.

MC: I am looking forward to it!

Diavolo: So am i.

You had no idea how much he loved spoiling you. All of his belongings meant nothing to him next to you. His heart broke when he saw you the next day. "My little one you have been really quiet, are you okay?"

You looked up from your tea "Well, there is something bothering me. Remember back when you gave me the ring?". Diavolo looked at you, his hands neatly folded "Yes of course i remember". "Well" you looked at the very ring trying to form your sentence. "You said it was the start of something new. What did you mean by that? What did you wish for?". He laughed "Before we continue could you do me a favor?". "Yes sir". "Could you call your work for me?". Now that was something you did not expect. "There is something I have to discuss with the owner". You grabbed your phone, called your work and gave it to him, still finding it weird that he didn't use his own phone. "Hello i have come to say that MC is quitting their job, good day" you were left speechless.

"Now to come back to your topic and why I did that. I wish to change our relationship."

He opened a small drawer under the table. Revealing a small piece of paper with beautiful handwriting. He grabbed a small pot of ink with its matching quill. "This is what I want us to be. Recently I did some research and I found something that would suit us quite nicely. If you give me your treasured blessing, you will be my sugar baby from this point onward. Not much will change if that is what you wish. I will keep giving whatever your heart desires and you don't have to work for a single minute for it.

In return you give me your time and whatever romantic advancements you are comfortable with. Now I know this is a very important decision, you can take your time with your deci-". He got cut off by the quick scratching sounds of the quill hitting the fine paper. "I accept" Now it was his turn to be taken aback. "I- I guess we are moving on to the next step, how intimate do you want our relationship to be?" You put the quill neatly back in the ink pot. "Well if i call you daddy, does that answer your question?" His eyes widened "Well this is a pleasant surprise. My first request begins." He opened another drawer in the table and revealed a small wrapped gift. Proceeding to push it towards your direction. "Go change into this. Daddy will wait here, my little monarch".

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me smut #obey me!#obey me fanfic

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 1 year

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Congrays on 250 followers 🥳🥳 You deserve them lovely!! Could I request a Therapeutic Thursday, please? James Potter x shy reader.

Where reader misheard a conversation among the marauders talking about james's huge crush and she understands it's her friend Lily but no, it's about reader. So she runs away crying because her insecurities (for example she is so shy and she thinks james would never fancy her) somehow james finds reader crying and basically much comfort

Thank you 💚🤍

thank you so so much!! sorry i'm like a million years late on this / it's not my best work, but i broke my wrist during my writing celebration days, putting a bit of an end to it until i settled into my cast lol but didn't want to leave this unanswered, and hope you like it! 💚

for my 250 Followers Writing Event!

pairing: James Potter x reader

word count: 1.9k

tags: insecurities and just fluffiness, not proofread

You’re trotting carelessly down the stairs when you hear lowered voices coming up from a corner of the common room. You don’t necessarily mean to eavesdrop, but slowing down and not barging in is a bit of an instinct when you hear hushed tones. And staying… well, I’d like to see anyone not stay when they make their name out amidst the whispers.

It’s Sirius’s voice you hear say, ‘They’re all looking forward to Hogsmeade tomorrow, Prongs. Y/L/N, McKinnon, Macdonald, Meadowes, and Evans.’ He seems to be making a point of listing each of your best friends. You find it odd until his explanation turns your curiosity to dread as he continues, ‘How’s she supposed to realize you fancy her if you only ever hang out with her in such a large group? The girl isn’t a legilimens, Potter.’

Oh, Godric. He fancies someone. James fancies someone. And it’s someone close to you. There’s no way… Maybe it could be… I mean is it really that unthinkable that it might be… Yes. Yes, it is unthinkable, your inner voice reminds you, immediately sobering any sparking expectations. It is unthinkable that it could be you, so why would you let yourself think it?

You’ve fancied him forever, and he’s never done anything about it. Of course it’s not you. Marlene, maybe. With her ridiculous good looks and even more ridiculous confidence. Or Mary. Who wouldn’t love Mary? with her sweetness and thoughtfulness that know no equal. Dorcas perhaps. You imagine it’s easy to fall in love with someone so bright and funny. (It was easy with James after all, you can’t help but think.) Or… that only leaves Lily. You’re stomach drops at the thought as if from some sixth sense. It has to be Lily. She’s lovely, of course, but it’s more than that. She’s just so good at talking to him, has such chemistry with him. She’s never fazed by his… his… his James-ness. And he probably likes that. Probably likes someone who’s not putty in his hands… Like you are.

You struggle to swallow down the growing lump in your throat, to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. You cover your mouth to not accidentally let out a sound and run back upstairs to your dorm.

Most of the time you don’t mind having to share a room. Your dormmates are your best friends after all. But in select moments, like this one, you find yourself desperately wishing for privacy. Their care and comfort is part of why you love them, but you wish no one would see you now, crying over something so embarrassing.

‘Y/N??’ Lily sees you immediately. ‘What’s wrong, lovely? Are you okay??’ She rushes to your side as you plop down sadly onto your bed.

‘I’m fine,’ you try, fresh tears still streaming down your face.

‘You’re not,’ she says gently, putting her hand on your shoulder, holding you comfortingly. Mary is also in the room, keeping her distance to not overwhelm you, but lingering nearby, concernedly watching you. ‘What happened?’

‘Nothing,’ you say, wiping your face. ‘It’s stupid.’

‘It’s not if it’s making you sad,’ Mary says. You give a weak grin and confide in them.

‘I heard the boys talking.’ You look shyly from one to the other. ‘James fancies someone.’ A look of understanding dawns on both their faces.

‘Who?’ Lily asks. You pause, uncertain what to say.

‘I’m not sure actually.’ A sigh. ‘But the point is we all know it’s not me.’

‘Since when?’ Lily asks, her tone fiercer than it has been so far. ‘Don’t include me in that. I don’t know why you refuse to see how sweet he always is to you and how he looks at you differently than he does the rest of us.’ Mary nods in agreement.

‘Of course he’s sweet,’ you say, exasperated, ‘but he’s sweet to all his friends; it’s one of the things I love about him.’ You conveniently choose to ignore the other part of what she said, having denied it many times before — whether to keep them or yourself from thinking it, you weren’t so sure anymore.

You let things lie and go to bed still teary, hoping to get some sleep, even if sad sleep, before the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow.

‘Hi, Y/N/N.’

‘Hi, James,’ you respond shyly as he comes up beside you on the walk to Hogsmeade. You smile at him, but remembering your puffy eyes from falling asleep crying, you turn away, self-conscious and embarrassed.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, great,’ you respond to the floor. He just nods and keeps walking next to you in slightly awkward silence.

You and all your friends begin exploring the town as you usually do, hitting up all your favorite shops. James, Sirius, and Remus spend way too long in Zonko’s per usual; you, Lily, and Mary at Scrivenshaft’s. You’re all finally at Honeydukes, stocking up on enough sweets to feed a village. James comes up to you, his smile sweeter than anything in the store.

‘Let me get you something,’ he says bumping your shoulder with his, fiddling with the chocolate frog box you were holding. ‘I still owe you for last time you so generously gave me some of yours when Sirius had eaten all of mine,’ he chuckled.

‘It’s okay,’ you say, surely blushing. ‘I was happy to.’

‘I know. But now I’m happy to get this for you.’

‘Okay,’ you whisper. ‘Thanks.’

‘Sure thing.’ He lingers next to you, and as he takes the little box from you, his thumb gives a couple quick caresses to the back of your hand. It’s so quick, you don’t even have time to react, but you’re giddy as you make your way to the till together.

To end the day out, you end up at the Three Broomsticks. Most of the group is already here, except for Lily and Remus who had detoured to get some tea at Madam Puddifoot’s and would then catch up. You’re sitting next to James, and though you struggle with coming up with what to say from time to time and blush pretty much the whole time, your conversation is flowing, and you’re filled with that excited warmth only James elicits in you.

You get up to go to the loo, and when you come back out, your heart sinks. Lily has taken your spot next to James, and they are leaning close to each other laughing easily. You’re not sure which feels worse: the jealousy toward your best friend or the longing toward your crush. You feel familiar tears welling up in your eyes and, dreading the idea of everyone seeing you cry, you try to sneak out the door. You’re trying so hard to avoid looking toward their table, you don’t see James notice you leaving.

Your tears falling softly, your arms wrapped around yourself tightly, you walk up the street back toward the carriages. You friends will catch up, you figure.

‘Y/N!’ you hear behind you. You don’t turn but wipe aggressively at your eyes.

‘Y/N! Wait up!’ James continues. You don’t stop, but a few seconds later, you hear him jogging up behind you. ‘Hey, wait. Where are you going?’ His hand comes to your shoulder gently. ‘Woah, you okay?’ he startles at your tears. Great… this could not be more embarrassing.

‘I’m fine,’ you say a bit shortly, trying not to cry worse in your frustration. ‘I just have a headache, so I thought I’d head back,’ you lie.

‘Without telling us?’ He doesn’t sound accusatory; he sounds hurt.

‘Sorry,’ you whisper, looking down. ‘I didn’t want to be a bother.’

‘You’re never a bother. We would’ve been worried about you, silly.’ You can tell he’s trying to sound lighthearted and appreciate his attempt at lessening the attention to your crying, but your cheeks burn anyhow. ‘Are you sure nothing else is wrong? You seemed okay just a little while ago.’

You’re not sure what to say, so you say nothing. A few moments go by, your gaze still fixed on the ground, your teeth nervously worrying at your bottom lip. James’s hand comes up to your chin, and he pushes your face up, looking into your eyes. His thumb gently wipes your tears from your cheeks.

‘I hate seeing you sad,’ he whispers.

You lean into his touch and after a moment softly whisper, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Hey, that’s not what I meant at all. Shit, I wanted to make you feel better, not worse. You shouldn’t be sorry for anything.’ He’s reeling a bit.

‘No, I… I didn’t mean… shit, sorry… I mean! I’m not sorry! Oh, Godric.’ Your hand comes up to hide your face in embarrassment. His comes up and grabs yours, pulling it away from your face and holding it. He’s grinning, clearly amused at your adorable flusteredness. You take a deep breath and tell him, ‘ You’re not making me feel worse. You always make me feel better. Even if I’m already alright… you always make me feel better.’ You smile shyly but brightly.

‘You always make me feel better,’ he says, stepping closer to you, your hand still in his. ‘Actually, I… Well, I… I was hoping to spend time with you today.’ You don’t understand.

Brows furrowed, you respond, ‘You did.’

‘Right. But, well, I was hoping we could spend some time together just us.’ His other hand nervously adjusts his glasses then messes with his hair.

‘Not with Lily?’ you ask before realizing what an awkward question it is.

‘Lily?’

‘Yeah… I thought you, maybe…fancied her?’

‘I fancy you,’ he says quickly.

You stutter, ‘You do?’ He nods vehemently.

‘Of course I do.’

‘You sure?’ you ask in your shocked disbelief. He lets out a barking laugh at this.

‘Yes, silly, I’m pretty sure. Have been for a while actually.’ He steps closer to you and squeezes your hand. ‘I just didn’t know how to tell you.’ His expression shifts from amused adoration to nervousness as he adds, ‘Do you… do you feel the same?’

‘Yes!’ you say too quickly, too loudly. You scrunch your eyes shut abashedly, and he giggles, giddy again, a crooked smile across his lovely face. ‘Yes,’ you repeat more softly.

‘Brilliant,’ he responds, equally softly, maintaining an intimate air between you. ‘You want to take a walk together or something?’ You nod excitedly.

You start walking hand in hand, the silence filled with contentedness and anticipation. You’ve walked a couple of minutes when James asks, ‘How’s your headache?’

‘What?’

‘You said you had a headache. We can head back if you’re not feeling well.’

‘Oh. No, I don’t have a headache anymore.’ You chew your bottom lip.

‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… but I think something else was bothering you, and I really do want to help if I can,’ he offers sweetly.

You stop and turn to face him. Looking between his eyes, you gather the courage after a moment to lean over and hug him. He hugs you back tightly.

When you part, staying close, you confess, ‘I was sad because I saw you with Lily and I was sure you didn’t like me back.’

His eyes widen a bit, but then he smiles as he says, ‘Great.’

‘What?’

‘It is something I can help with then.’ You laugh for a second, but your laughter stops as you gasp in anticipation when he brings his face close to yours. ‘I think this’ll help,’ he whispers as his lips brush yours. And, as you kiss him back ardently, it certainly does.

#marauders fanfic #marauders #marauder x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter fluff #lily evans #fluff #writing celebration #ria250

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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'eko

‘eko [ˈʔ·ɛ.k·o] vtr. attack

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Neteyam x Omatikaya female reader where he gets caught by the RDA in the forest whilst they are out hunting and she saves him with her bow and arrows making a teasing comment about who’s the mighty warrior now. They arrive safely back at high camp he is shaken up by his near-death experience and she calms him down? Jake enters their home asking if he’s okay, she nods and tells him what happened and that none of them survived but he decides to send out a patrol anyway saying he’s glad they are okay. (Edited for length)

With a thwack, my final arrow flies, sinking into the chest of the demon avatar. He staggers, exhales, and falls straight backwards, gone to wherever their demon souls go when they die.

He is the 8th and final RDA demon I have killed in the last few minutes, but this one was special. This one held a gun to Neteyam's head, a hand wrapped around his braid, and this one watched all of his friends die before I killed him.

Good.

I rush over to Neteyam, who is trying to stand up after collapsing, and pull him up by his elbow.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask, looking him over. There are cuts - on his chest, his throat, his face. They cut off some of his braid, leaving his hair lopsided, and he's bruised, as well.

To his right, I see his bow, broken in two, and his knives on the ground.

They would have killed him if I hadn't come along. Panic at the thought squeezes at my chest, and I push his arm up over my shoulder.

"I'm okay," he says, but his voice is hoarse, and tired, and I know he must be in shock from coming so close to death.

"Come, let's go home. Your mighty warrior will escort you."

Though he is scared, he manages a smile and the smallest roll of his eyes, and it makes me laugh.

Back in our home, I clean Neteyam's wounds while he's slumped against the wall, and he tells me how they surprised him on a hunt, and he knew he was going to die, until my first arrow flew.

"I owe you my life, Y/N," he says in a whisper, and I stop cleaning, and slowly place my hands on his chest.

I lean forward, looking into his eyes. "I would give my life for you ten times over. I would kill anyone who means you harm."

He reaches up, running his fingers down my cheek, and smiles. "I love you, Y/N."

A powerful force pushes through our archway, and we look away from each other to see Neteyam's father, Jake, rushing towards us, demanding to know exactly where the altercation occurred.

"You'll find them all there," I say once Neteyam has described the exact hunting spot. "Dead, every single one."

He nods to me. "Good girl. I'm sending a patrol anyway, just to see if anyone might've got away. You okay, son?"

Neteyam nods, and Jake leans down in a surprising gesture, pressing a quick, firm kiss to the top of my head. "Thank you for saving him."

He turns on his heel and is gone, and I turn to Neteyam, smiling.

"I am his favorite child now."

Neteyam sighs and rolls his eyes. "You always have been."

Reaching out, I take his cut braids into my hands. "Tomorrow, I will fix these. If we shave off the sides, it will be even."

Neteyam nods, and falls suddenly forward, his head hitting my chest. I think he's fainted at first, until he wraps his arms around my waist. Slowly, I lean back, until we are laying down. I hold my mate tightly, listening to him breathe, and I know he is overwhelmed with the events of the day.

"I'm supposed to be the one protecting you," he whispers after a while, when the air is calm and I feel like falling asleep.

"We are supposed to protect each other," I reply, squeezing him tight. He seems content with this, and slowly fads away in my arms.

I would do anything to keep him safe.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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strawheart-pirate · 20 days

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💘4th place Cupido Valentine's Day event 💘 No date, but a consolation price.

Lovesong

Eustass Kid x gn!Reader

Words: 754 CW: SFW / the tiniest bit of angst / fluff / a love-struck captain / letters

The Kid pirates have docked at your island, and you will finally get to meet Kid in person and go on a date with him. It started with letters. You recognized him as a childhood friend on one of his wanted posters and sent a letter with a seagull and after a while he answered. Your feelings developed and now you were both excited about your first date. Hopefully nothing will get in your way.

Link to the masterpost of this event.

This was one of those times when Killer was glad he wore a mask and his expression didn't give him away. Kid adjusted his suit in the mirror while getting ready for his date, and all Killer could think was that suits and Kid didn't mix. But he knew it was important to his captain and best friend, so he supported him nonetheless.

"You look good." Killer said carefully as Kid tied the red tie around his neck.

"Yeah. Did you get the flower?" Kid asked, but Killer had already placed the single red rose in his palm and patted his shoulder.

"You got it, Kid." The crew stood proudly as their captain left the Victoria Punk to meet his date in town. If they felt the same way as Killer, at least no one showed it, and Kid went into town knowing that his crew had his back.

As he reached the restaurant where you were to meet, his eyes began to search for you. A single red rose was the sign you'd agreed upon, just to be sure, though he knew what you looked like from a photo and his memory. Puberty and growing up had only added to your natural beauty, and he had the image of you burned into the back of his mind. After all, he sat in his room many nights with you in his mind and his guitar in his hands, drawing note after note from his fingers. He was head over heels, but he tried to play it cool. You must be coming any minute and he didn't want to act like a love-struck fool...

The minutes felt like hours as he waited. Five, ten, now fifteen. He became more and more nervous with each passing minute. Thoughts were running through his head and the idea of being dumped was forming in his mind. After thirty minutes of waiting outside, he decided to at least check to see if you were inside by any chance before heading back.

The restaurant was buzzing with conversation and people, but you were nowhere in sight. Just before he left, a waiter called his name, came over and handed him a letter. He explained that you'd stopped by earlier with an elderly person and left this for "a tall, broad, red-haired man whose name was Kid and who held a single rose in his hand”. Kid's mood boosted and a cocky grin appeared on his face as the waiter repeated the words you had used to describe him. He thanked the waiter and walked out. As he sat down on a nearby bench, he put the rose down to read the letter. “Dear Kid, I'm sorry, but I won't be able to meet with you today. My grandma needed help getting to the hospital, and I was the only one available to assist her. If you're still on the island tomorrow and free, let's meet at the same time and place. I'll be waiting for you. I hope you have an amazing Valentine's Day and that you are not feeling heartbroken. Please know that this is not a rejection, but rather a delay until I can finally be in your embrace. I am looking forward to tomorrow! Yours, ...”

Kid had a big grin on his face as he returned to the Victoria Punk earlier than expected.

"Kid?" Killer asked hesitantly, wondering why his captain and best friend was already back and even grinning. "Weren't you supposed to have a date?"

"They didn't come." Kid replied, the grin still on his face.

"But... Then why are you happy?" Killer looked at him dumbfounded, the question slipping from his lips before he even knew it. Normally, Kid's anger would burn all around him when he was rejected, but there was this shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"My dear Killer, you'll know when you've found your special one." Leaving him with more questions than answers, Kid patted him on the shoulder and shoved the rose into his hands as he walked away.

Kid went to his quarters, took off his tie and jacket, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. He sat down on his couch and picked up the electric guitar. After making sure it was in tune, he strummed a few chords and hummed your name.

"You're my muse and I can't wait till tomorrow." He whispered, his head in the clouds, dreaming of you as his hands intuitively played the song he had written for you.

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hopelessrromantix · 2 years

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Content: religious themes, choking, degredation, f-slur, internalized homophobia

It was supposed to be a calm day. Nothing but the usual glances at the school freaks and maybe a rude comment from the basketball team.

But of course, Eddie and Jason were at each other’s throats. Again.

Jason had attempted to pick on the younger members of Hellfire, annoying both you and the group’s leader. Naturally, Eddie was furious. It resulted in a lovely marker drawing of a dick on Carver’s locker. Washable, yes, but enough to piss Jason off.

“You want somethin’ Munson?” Jason questioned, glaring at a very smug looking Eddie.

He’d managed to catch the group as they left that day’s session. He’d likely gotten out of basketball practice with the rest of his goons, most of which were trailing behind him.

“Of course not good sir!” Eddie smirked, giving the most sarcastic bow he could manage. You rolled your eyes. You’d much rather diffuse the situation, but Eddie was always one for dramatics.

“Don’t make it worse, Ed.” You crossed your arms over your chest “Just walk away, he won’t follow.”

Eddie hummed softly, as if he was considering your advice. You knew he wouldn’t take it though.

“Didn’t know you freaks had brain cells,” Carver chuckled, the comment clearly directed at you. You raised a brow. He had nerve.

“A lot more than you,” Eddie quipped. “Listen, I’d love to chat about sports or girls or whatever it is you gossip about in the locker rooms, but I actually have plans.”

Eddie Munson did not have plans.

“You aren’t leaving that easy, freaks.” Damn he was testing you today.

Eddie only laughed. “I know what you’re thinking and no, Chrissy isn’t at my place.”

The way Jason’s eyes widened was almost laughable. Fists clenched at his side, he strode forward, grabbing Eddie’s collar. You stepped behind your friend instantly, getting ready to push Jason off. The only reason you didn’t, is because Eddie gave a small wave, gesturing for you to back off.

“You stay the hell away from my girlfriend, you hear me?”

It was almost sad. How scared he was of losing Chrissy to Eddie. All the while spending most nights crying into your mattress.

“Loud and clear, big boy,” Eddie mumbled, patting the hand holding his collar.

You glared down at Jason, eyes boring into him. With one glance up, he dropped Eddie, taking several steps backward. He tried not to show his mild fear, keeping his expression cruel.

“Whatever,” He huffed. “I better not see you anywhere near her or me.” He didn’t wait for a response, instead walking past you with his group. He mumbled something to the rest of his friends before walking a different way.

“Well that was eventful,” Eddie said, sighing. “I’m probably gonna get my ass kicked, but I’m absolutely gonna find some excuse to talk to Chrissy.”

You shook your head fondly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eds.” He gave you a half-assed wave, walking toward his van while you went toward your car.

You weren’t very surprised to see Jason sitting on the curb on the other side, out of view from Eddie or his jock friends.

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to the car and unlocking it. After making sure the parking lot was clear (save for Eddie who was blasting Metallica so loud he was sure to go deaf), he hopped in the passenger seat, sinking down.

Most of the drive was silent, your attention focused on the road ahead of you. Eventually he sat up, his knee bouncing and fingers tapping nervously against the car door.

“You know I--”

“If you’re smart, you’ll shut your mouth.” You said, cutting him off. His mouth opened again, but he quickly thought better of it, going back to looking out the window.

You pulled in your driveway and got out of the car just as silently, whipping open the door to your house and leaving it open for Jason to follow. He did a second later, following you to your room.

No one but you was home, your parents on a week long vacation. Originally you were going to surprise him, let him know he didn’t have to sneak around this week. But now, you were just happy you wouldn’t have to gag him.

“You’ve got some nerve, Carver,” You said, smirking. He looked nervous, dropping his book bag by the door. “Comin’ after Eddie and me like that.”

“Just wanted him to stop messing with Chrissy,” He explained quietly, trying not to make things worse for himself.

“Want him to leave her alone, huh?” You asked, sympathetically. He nodded slowly, not sure where the kind tone came from. “Y’know, I think she’d hate it a lot more if she found out you were getting fucked stupid by those ‘freaks’ you hate so much.”

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was unable to meet your eye, looking from the walls to the floor.

“I just don’t want--”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, Jason.” Your hand moved quickly, gripping his jaw.

It was tight enough to leave red marks, though you knew he wouldn’t complain. “If you think you can talk however you want to me and get away with it, you’re dead wrong.”

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but couldn’t move with your hand in the way.

He was a sinner, that much he knew. God was surely frowning on his actions, on the way he shivered when you glared at him. But he couldn’t imagine himself stopping.

No matter how loud the voice in the back of his head was, all he wanted was to be good for you.

“Clothes off, on the bed.” You order, finally letting his jaw go. The reddened prints of your fingers stuck around.

“Bu-”

“Did I ask your opinion, bitch?” You watched as Jason shook his head, shedding his letterman jacket and shirt. He took off his jeans soon after, nearly tripping over them with how eager he was to sit on your bed. He was slightly slower taking off his boxers, eyes flicking to watch your expression.

Already twitching and all you did was call him a bitch.

It was always like this. He’d mock your friends then come home with you and get fucking railed. It was some sick fetish for him, not that you were mad about getting to make a pretty boy cry.

He felt sick at how eager he was. His eyes traced your every move, anxiously watching as you stepped closer to the bed. Your hand gripped his chin, much gentler this time. He refrained from leaning into your touch.

Fucking you was one thing. Showing up at your house or begging you to come over to his when his parents were out. Pleading until he got one of Hawkin’s resident freak to fuck him so hard he had to fake an injury in gym the next day.

But loving you? Loving you was something else. Something he couldn’t even consider, not when he was abandoning so many of his morals.

“So pretty like this,” You mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna suck my cock, pretty boy?”

He nodded fervently. He could feel himself twitch, a bead of precum trailing down his dick. He knew you noticed, you always did. Eyes gleaming as you held back a laugh, knowing you could torture him like this.

He slid off the bed, undoing your belt and pulling your boxers down just enough to free your half-hard length.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything, instead completely throating your cock, shoving it as far back as he could. He could feel you getting harder in his throat, forcing him to gag the longer he went.

“Aw, so eager to get a dick down your throat that you choke yourself, huh?” You smirked, voice dripping with false sympathy. He tried his best to nod, tears gathering in his eyes. “Slut like you probably likes it, though.” He tried and failed to nod again, giving a low moan of agreement.

The vibration made you sigh, placing both hands on either side of his face. “I think I like you better when you’re quiet.”

He didn’t want to admit that he twitched at that, thrusting his hips up into empty air. You took hold of his hair, dragging him up and down your cock. He let out a mix of gags and moans, his face tinted red as he struggled to breath.

A few thrusts later you dragged his head fully down, burying his nose against your pelvis. You let out a sigh, relishing in the feeling of his throat contracting around you.

He looked so pretty like this, tears streamed down his face, gagging around your cock as he pushed against you. Of course, if he wanted to stop he only needed to tap you a few times. But he never did, no matter how long you choked him on your dick. You were almost certain he’d enjoy passing out, as long as you fucked him afterward.

His eyes rolled back, stuck swallowing helplessly as he ran out of air. Eventually you pulled him off, smiling as he coughed, inhaling as fast as he could.

“On the bed,” You ordered, gesturing your head toward the bed. It took him a second to react, eyes too glazed to process your statement. “Now.”

That got his attention. He moved slowly, sitting himself on the sheets anxiously. He was hoping you didn’t notice the cum dripping from his stomach. He knew you would, though. You always did.

The second you took in his full appearance you outright laughed. “Don’t tell me you came just from that?” He looked away from you, shifting slowly on the bed. “You really are a whore, huh?” He barely processed the insult, nodding along in agreement.

You scoffed at the action, putting one hand against his side. You flipped him over, making him gasp at the sudden manhandling. None of the girls he could date would treat him like that. None would want to rail big strong Jason Carver until he cried. But you would. You always did.

And everytime, he felt worse about himself. He knew the town would turn on him the second they knew he was a faggot, much less the one getting fucked. It was odd that way. As if him topping would make it all better. But he didn’t want to top, he’d never even asked to. He enjoyed the way you treated him too much. Like he was nothing more than dirt beneath your feet.

You gripped his neck, leaning down to meet level with his ear. “I’d go nice and slow to prep you, but I know you want it rough.”

And he did. He always did.

You spit roughly on his hole, chuckling at the soft moan he let out. You held your hand in front of his face, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, listening as you used it to cover your dick.

“Imagine if your little team could see you now,” You laughed, pushing passed the tight ring.

His mouth fell open, head collapsing against the mattress. It probably would’ve hurt more if he hadn’t fingered himself to this exact scenario in the showers after everyone had left.

But he loved the pain, he loved how you laughed behind him, mocking his constant moans and mumbling. He could barely get a word out, the noises a jumbled mess of “please”, “sir”, “stop”, and “more”.

Naturally, if he really wanted to stop, he could. Just one word was all it would take. But no matter how far you went, he never used it. Not once. Not even when you left him tied up in your closest, vibrator shoved half way up his ass while you went to dinner. He probably could’ve gotten out of it if he really tried. But he hadn’t even thought of that.

His head was clouded, barely registering his second orgasm for the night. The only thing that brought him back was the sound of your mocking coo.

“Fucking whore came again so fast?” You didn’t slow your thrusts, speeding up slightly as he attempted to answer you. All that came out was an extended whine, voice breaking with each harsh thrust into him.

“Think I should call your little friends? Party at L/n’s, right? Let them fuck their ring leader ‘til he passes out?”

He shook his head rapidly, barely realizing he was chanting “nonono” on repeat.

“No? Don’t want your friends knowing you get fucked by a freak?” You questioned, giving a harsh slap against his ass, reveling in the whimper he let out.

“Just want you,” He managed to say, the words slurred. “Just want you using me like this.”

You froze for a second, nearly cumming right there. He whined at your lack of movement, thrusting himself backward.

“You reall are a fucking slut,” You punctuated the sentence with a thrust, earning a loud moan. “My slut.”

And that alone was enough to make him cum again.

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explicit-tae · 8 months

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Omg can we get a fluffy drabble? Please 😭 just yn and kook chillin with their baby 🥹 I really love cruel intentions alot it's one of my all time favorite fics 🙁🩷

you know what - sure. i don't see why not. i suppose I can write something quick 💗💕 i miss jungkook and jin-seon moments

overthinking

That time Jungkook missed Jin-Seon's kindergarten play - and he's pissed about it. (five years after the end of Cruel Intentions) @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

word count: 1.180

warning: sfw, fluff, gun violence, cursing, fluff, jungkook and jin-seon moments uwu, jungkook overthinking, reader having to console him,

The surrounding men stand straight once they hear a car door slam. Their eyes revert to the ground, not wishing to come face to face to an angry Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook is fuming once he reaches the site where - of course his men out of all people - had manage to fuck up.

Now Jungkook could be understanding. Since the birth of his son, he began to view the world in a different light. Jin-Seon was like the light of his life - and you being his mother and his wife was right alongside him.

However, what Jungkook didn’t like was when his time with his family was compromised. He had men for a reason to do the shit he didn’t want to - what was he paying people for if they couldn’t get the job done right and correctly?

Jungkook took pride that he has been a part of Jin-seons life since a baby - and now his son is five and he is a familiar face in his life. He eats breakfast with you and Jin-seon each morning and when he is off of school, he makes time out of his day for lunch. You three often go out to wherever Jin-seon desires - parks, amusement parks, zoo’s - and he doesn’t mind wasting one of his men’s salary if it meant that he could keep his son content.

But now? Jeon Jungkook is pissed.

Jin-seon had a play at his school - a kindergarten play where his son was the lead. Front and center and would be looking out in the crowd to not see him - it broke his heart thinking about it. To know that his own father never desired to attend anything that Jungkook deemed important, he made it his mission to be there whenever Jin-seon had hobbies, events or plays. Hell - he even met the teachers because Jin-Seon had asked him and you to.

“Can someone please tell me why I had to leave my son to come here?” Jungkook hisses. “Quickly before I shoot someone’s arm off.”

“Jeon-ssi.” one man steps forward, but appears utterly terrified at his boss. “The shipment is…”

Jungkook awaits for a response that doesn’t come. “Speak up.” he grinds his teeth.

“I thought the shipment was coming,” he says. “I, uh, think it was sent elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere…?” Jungkook crosses his arms. “I put you in charge of shipment and it’s not here.”

The man shakes his head.

“A large shipment of drugs,” Jungkook says slowly. “that is supposed to be distributed to hundreds of my men to sell…”

The man swallows.

“...is gone?” Jungkook finishes. “Millions of my dollars…is gone?”

The man nods his head. “I believe-”

Jungkook is livid. He inhales deeply, goes into his belt and takes out the gun. It only takes him a minute to shoot - the man hunching over to clutch his bleeding knee.

“I don’t pay you to believe in anything, Jang.” Jungkook hisses. His eyes glance around to the surrounding men, all scurrying away. “I don’t pay any of you to believe. I pay you to do your jobs right!”

Jungkook places his gun back into his belt and shakes his head. “Have I not been good to you all?” he questions. “I made sure you all are paid handsomely. You don’t even work on holidays! I allow you to be with your kids, don’t I?”

The men are silent, and now Jungkook is even more pissed.

“Don’t i?!”

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.” the men stammer in unison.

“Exactly. And the one day to fuck up is the day my son has a play. How selfish can you all be?” Jungkook shakes his head again. “Find my shipment. Immediately. Distribute it evenly between the sellers and do it by the end of tomorrow night. I don’t care where it’s at.” Jungkook claps his hands. “And get Jang out of my sight.” he hisses.

“What if he hates me?” Jungkook asks you with wide, scared eyes. “I rushed back as quickly as I could.”

You turn to face him, an amused look on your face.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny.” Jungkook hisses. The crowd is slowly scattering as children run up to their parents. “The play is done and I haven’t even managed to be here for any of it.”

You stop yourself from laughing. You place a hand onto Jungkook’s cheek. “I have videos you can watch. It’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t. It was easier for you to say - you weren’t the one that missed Jin-Seon’s first play. You got to see how adorable he looked in his costume, got to wave at him while he was on stage. Jungkook hadn’t and he regrets not shooting both of Jang’s knees.

“There’ll be more.” you try again, but it wasn’t getting through to Jungkook.

“But he’ll remember the one I missed.” Jungkook turns his eyes away to see where Jin-Seon had run off to.

You sigh.

Jungkook is an amazing father and it shouldn’t be a surprise to you after five years. You recall how scared you’d been when you fell pregnant and how you didn’t want your son to live the life Jungkook did - full of crime, murder and apparent emptiness. But he had lived up to his promise of protecting not only Jin-Seon but you, as well. You weren’t the lone parent you initially thought you would be when returning with him many years ago. Jungkook was there for every doctor's appointment, check-up, school meeting - even if he did run his own business full time.

“What if he grows up to hate me?”

“Not this again.” you snort.

Jungkook crosses his arms, ears growing red with embarrassment.

You heard Jungkook state his ultimate fear was Jin-Seon’s hatred towards him similar to his hatred for his father.

“I’m serious. What if I make this a habit? What if I turn into my father and then boom, he kills me because i became a shitty husband and father-”

“Jin-Seon is five!” you hiss. “He adores you.”

“Now.” Jungkook murmurs.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you question. “Are you planning to become a shitty husband and father?”

“No!” Jungkook retorts.

“Then stop overthinking. Jin-Seon’s coming.”

Jin-Seon does come running, eyes sparkling with a wide tooth smile on his face. He jumps into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him close. In his hands he’s holding a rose given out to all the kids who participated in the play. “Appa, you’re here!”

“I am.” Jungkook holds Jin-Seon close, finding his son’s smile contagious.

“Where were you?”

Jungkook swallows, dreading the question.

“Appa had to work.” you place a hand on Jin-Seon’s head. “But he’s here now.”

Jin-Seon hums but nods. His smile doesn’t falter for a minute as he goes on to tell Jungkook the entirety of the play and just how excited he was.

You smile as you watch Jungkook and Jin-Seon talk, Jungkook completely enthralled in the conversation to realize that Jin-Seon - though young and only five - had not been upset that his father couldn’t make one event. What did matter was that Jungkook was here now to hear all about it.

#cruel intentions #cruel intentions drabble #jungkook x reader #mafia jungkook #mafia bts #overthinking #explicit-tae #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff

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pavo-ocxllus · 1 year

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hi, can i please request hinata acting all flustered and lovestruck around reader, who's confused because he's not acting like himself? thank you!

𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡… 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… hinata’s “symptoms” all point to one thing—unfortunately, you’re the only one who doesn’t get it. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… shoyo hinata x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff!!! 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… reader as dense is as my 6th grade density project 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… ahhhh technically my first request without an event!! tysm anon for the ask and your patience!!! i know i've been dead for a while shh

“LOOK HOW RED HE IS-!” tanaka’s laugh soon bellowed throughout the gymnasium, soon followed by a chorus of chuckles and nishinoya’s own echoing guffaw.

“i didn’t think anything could match HINATA’s hair until now!”

“i thought his hair was orange…?”

the two second years simply ignored asahi’s honest observation, continuing to make fun of their underclassman’s flustered expression.

“you sure he’s not just sick? we know how he gets with matches, and we do have a game tomorrow…” yamaguchi popped into the conversation.

“wouldn’t he turn green then?” tsukishima unhelpfully added, causing the both of them to snicker in a way that was very much so against hinata's wishes.

“oi! get your head in the game, idiot!”

“for once, volleyball-for-brains is right,” sugawara called out, grabbing everybody’s attention even with kageyama just insulting their no. 10. “let’s get back to work!”

“i didn’t think you’d be the voice of reason here,” daichi commented.

“hey! i’m vice captain for a reason!!”

it was a matter of time until his teammates started to back off, paying no mind to hinata's face—even though the red blush coating his cheeks stubbornly refused to go away.

karasuno's acclaimed boy's volleyball club recently garnered a few curious students watching from the balcony in their gym.

usually, the small gathering of people was something the middle blocker would look forward to. some people watching to boost his ego a little bit was always welcome (though it admittedly made him want to double over.)

nevertheless, this was definitely different.

the team received a new guest with a familiar group who always stopped by to watch. everybody would've acted normally, paying no mind with the occasional teasing here and there, if it weren't for the fact that hinata didn't seem so smitten.

“what’s with their no. 10?” you didn’t mean to sound rude, pointing at him and all that from your spot on the balcony, but you couldn’t help be genuinely curious. it was save to say that his reputation tended to precede him, despite being a first year. it wasn’t everyday when you see a squirt like him soar higher above the rest—though you supposed that this day wasn’t one of them.

from the moment you entered to most likely not anytime soon, the tangerine-haired boy was quite clumsy, for lack of better words. when he was the one nearing the ball, it somehow always gets disastrously out of bounds or wound up in the net. every time, you look to your friends beside you to gauge their reaction, which always appeared as a mix of "you can't be serious," and "it's always like this."

“oh, [name],” one of them laughed, attempting to cover their mouth with their hand to conceal their smile. it didn't exactly help you with uncovering this mystery.

everybody was hyping karasuno's no. 10 up so much, but you really don't see anything that lived up to that—at least not right now.

you darted your eyes between him and your friends. he was kind of cute... but what else is there to see?

you weren't complete strangers with the orange-haired boy, though you weren't exactly acquainted with each other either. there was only so much you can gather from seeing him in the halls every now and then. even so, there was still something off about his current performance.

"you sure you're not sick or something, punk?" kageyama asked after hinata missed his 3rd hit in a row, the latter suddenly receiving a chill up his spine. "'cause, oh i don't know, you should probably be at home instead of practice if you're just gonna suck even more than you do now!"

"i told you a bajillion of times already, i'm! not! sick!!"

"alright, we got it," daichi interjected, crossing his arms as he was walking towards the two. "still, it doesn't explain why you're... considerably underperforming today."

"hey!" the three of them were quick to jerk their head to the source of the sudden voice, finding you up in the balcony in a matter of seconds. hinata felt his spine shiver before opening his eyes.

and ‘lo and behold, his worst fear.

“no. 10!” ignoring your friends clamoring, probably saying ‘hey, maybe don’t call people out?’ you disregarded them. that kind of seemed like a pattern for you. "where the hell is that super fast attack everybody's talking about??"

"i think it's called a 'quick-'"

"same thing!"

"yeah, hinata," kageyama's voice gradually got darker with each syllable. "where the hell is it."

peculiar how he can make the simplest of questions sound like a demand.

"alright, alright! i swear—this time i'll get it-!"

hinata hoped that it was true—for your sake and his.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#hinata shoyo x reader #shoyo hinata x y/n #shoyo hinata #hinata x reader #haikyuu!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #shoyo hinata x reader #hinata shoyo #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x y/n

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

—

“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #fluff #royjamie #thanks for the ask !!#again I bitched out and didn’t write it #but someone else totally could *wink wink*

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castawaycat · 11 months

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The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 15- It's a Wild One!

Summary: Y/n celebrates her first birthday surrounded by her tiger friends and family.

The apartment was chaotic to say the least. Everyone was getting ready for your birthday party which was just a day away. Since your hospital stay your grandparents have taken turns with Yelena and Kate to watch you. There was never a time when you weren’t by yourself.

You stood up in your playpen and held onto the handles of your standing activity walker that your auntie Kate had bought you. Of course every time you stood up everyone would stop what they were doing to watch you. Although you had managed to take a few steps with the walker, you still didn’t feel safe enough to walk all on your own.

Kate sat in front of you as she encouraged you to walk forward. She had been assigned to sit and play with you since she had been standing around in the chaos looking like a lost puppy. “Good job, Y/n! You’re going to be walking before we know it.”

You giggled as you took small unbalanced steps towards your aunt. You were thankful that your mama’s had invested in footed onesies that had grips on them.

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“Wanda, are you sure all the invites have been sent out? Also, what time are we supposed to pick up the cake?” Natasha asked as she ran around the apartment making sure that they had everything packed for the party.

Wanda let out a sigh as she nodded her head, “yes Detka. I am positive. I even had Fury send an invite to Carol. Also, Yelena and Kate are picking up the cake. I think we have everything ready for tomorrow.”

Natasha let out the breath she had been holding in. “I’m sorry love, I just want Y/n to have the best first birthday ever.

Melina and Alexei joined in on the conversation, “our little tiger is going to have the best birthday ever! We have the whole zoo to ourselves and our Kate Bishop has set up the best security for the event. What could go wrong?”

Everyone looked at Kate and gave her a knowing look before everyone let out a chuckle as they recalled the time you had wandered off while you were in her care.

“Don’t worry on top of Bishop Security, Y/n will have her harness on as well as a tracking device pinned to her birthday outfit. On top of that most of our guests are literal super heroes. I don’t think y/n will be getting into any tiger exhibits this time around.” Kate said as she picked you up and tickled you, earning the sweetest giggles.

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You sat up in your crib and smiled big when you saw a giant tiger balloon tied to your crib. You made grabby hands at it as you did your best to stand in your crib.

Nat and Wanda both smiled when they saw that you had woken up on the baby cam. They were both filled with a mixture of emotions at knowing that you were now 1 years old. “Let’s go get our baby ready for her big day.” Nat said as she placed a reassuring kiss on Wanda’s temple.

“Mama!” You babbled as you finally managed to pull yourself to a standing position.

“Happy Birthday, Y/n! You’re growing up little tiger. We’re going to have such a fun day today!” Wanda said as she picked you up and cuddled you. She smiled when she saw you sign the word “milk” in sign language. “Are you hungry sweet girl?”

Again you signed “milk” as you put your fingers in your mouth.

Wanda worked fast to change your diaper as she had noticed that you were starting to develop a rash.

After she had changed you she handed you over to Natasha, “the party isn’t until noon so, let’s wait until later to dress her into her party outfit.” Wanda said as she placed your party dress on the changing table.

Nat laughed as you pulled at her shirt impatiently. She pulled up her shirt and brought you up to her full breast. Since your last checkup, Cho had told them to start transitioning you to solids and that when you turned one that it was okay to give you cow’s milk. She personally didn’t want to wean you from breastmilk. She loved the connection that breastfeeding provided for her. Lovingly she looked down at you as you suckled hungrily.

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Your eyes lit up as your mama Nat carried you through the zoo and you saw tiger balloons everywhere. “Rawrrr!” You roared cutely as you pointed to every balloon that you saw.

Natasha laughed as she played along with you by roaring and pointing at all of the balloons, “that’s right y/n! All tigey’s go rawr!” Nat of course knew that most tigers don’t actually roar, they make more of a chuffing sound; but explaining that to a one year old would be too difficult.

As soon as Nat walked through the entrance to the Tiger exhibit your face lit up, as everyone that you loved shouted, “Happy Birthday, y/n!” You squealed happily as you clapped your hands excitedly. Everyone was dressed up in tiger onesies.

Everyone passed you around admiring how cute you looked in your orange tiger tutu dress. Your mama Wanda had also managed to find tiger print shoes to complete your outfit.

“Can I see y/n? Dad, can I hold her?” Peter asked excitedly as he bounced up and down. He was clearly hyper from drinking a bit too much soda.

Tony chuckled as he held you in his strong arms, he looked down at his son who absolutely adored you. “Hold on, kiddo. How about you and y/n play in the bounce house? You have to be careful with y/n though, because she doesn’t know how to walk yet. Do you think you can do that, buddy?”

Peter nodded his head as he looked up at his dad with love and adoration, “I’ll protect her daddy. I’ll be super careful. I pwomise.”

Tony walked with Peter to the bounce house and helped you crawl inside the entrance which was shaped like a tiger's mouth.

You giggled as Peter helped you stand up by holding your hands. You felt wobbly as your friend lightly jumped. Your giggles drew everyone’s attention and soon your mama’s were snapping pictures of you and Peter.

“Look dad! Y/n is jumping with me!” Peter said as he jumped a bit too excitedly.

You let out a cry as you landed on your bottom, the sudden movement scared you to the point where you felt tears leave your eyes.

Tony who was standing closest to the entrance was quick to grab you. He could see the panic in his son’s eyes, “it’s alright Bambi. You did nothing wrong.” He said as he tried his best to now comfort two crying littles.

Wanda was quick to take you into her arms so that she could thoroughly check you for any injuries. She carried you over to where Nat was standing, “I told you that the bounce house wasn’t a good idea.”

Nat cringed as she bit her lip, “I couldn’t help it. It goes great with the theme; and look Peter is loving it.” Nat let out a laugh as they both looked over at the bounce house and saw that Tony was jumping with Peter and Clint’s kids. “Good thing we packed a first aid kit.”

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You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you began to suck on your finger. You fussed as you started to feel tired and hungry.

“Alright everyone, it’s time for cake!” Wanda and Nat both said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Melina placed you in your highchair and placed an orange tiger cupcake in front of you. Alexei carefully lit the candle and held the cupcake in case you tried to grab the flame.

Yelena and Kate took pictures of everyone singing happy birthday to you.

Wanda and Natasha helped you blow out the candle as everyone cheered loudly. Even the tigers chuffed happily as you dug your hands into the cupcake in front of you.

You demolished your cupcake as you had frosting all over your face and all in your hair. All your friends and family ate cake and cupcakes, Peter looked just as messy as you if not messier.

“Nat, next time remind me to not dress the kid in a white shirt.” Tony laughed and cringed at the same time as he watched Peter’s shirt change from white to orange.

Pepper piped in, “honey, You should already know that Peter should never wear white. Most of the time he misses his mouth when he eats.”

The whole table erupted in laughter as they watched you and Peter eat cake.

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Thankfully Pepper and Wanda had been smart and had packed a change of clothes for you and Peter. “They are going to sleep great tonight.” Pepper said as she could see her sweet boy fighting sleep.

You felt better once you were less sticky and had a fresh diaper on. You clung to your mama as you placed your head on her shoulder.

“Aww, y/n. Are you sleepy, malen'kiy” Wanda asked as she rubbed your back, “we still have presents to open and then you can take a nap.”

Wanda sat you on your play mat that was full of big colorful boxes and bags. Immediately you crawled to the biggest box and pulled at the paper. Ever since Christmas you understood what presents were.

Melina and Alexei watched excitedly as you crawled over to the present that they had got you.

Your eyes lit up as you saw that your Dedu and Babu had gifted you a Daniel the Tiger ride along toy. It could be used as a wagon, ride-on, and a scooter for when you grew up.

Yelena and Kate got you the cutest outfits ever as you were growing out of your clothes. They also gifted you a ball pit with little pastel colored plastic balls. Recently you had discovered how to grab and throw things.

Wanda of course wasn’t a fan of the ball pit, but she couldn’t be too upset about something that would bring you an endless amount of joy.

One by one you went through all of the presents; you were surrounded by wrapping paper in every color of the rainbow. Eventually it turned into you and Peter falling asleep on the giant stuffed animal Tiger that he had gifted you.

All the party guests gushed over how cute you and Peter looked as you both crashed from the sugar high. Nat, Wanda, and Tony took pictures of the two of you sleeping.

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The adults all worked together to take down the decorations and clean up the mess of the party. Alexei and the Avengers team worked together to load up all of the gifts in Nat and Wanda’s mom van.

You rubbed your eyes sleepily as you woke up from your nap. You carefully sat up and looked around for your mama’s. You spotted them cleaning and taking down some of the party decorations.

“Mama…Mama.” You babbled as you pulled yourself up using the giant stuffed animal to your advantage. Your legs wobbled as you took your first true steps towards your mama’s.

Nat was the first to hear your sweet babbles, she immediately turned her attention to you, “Wanda turn around! She’s walking!”

You continued to babble as you walked straight to Wanda and Nat who were now kneeling in front of you with their arms outstretched to you.

As soon as you reached your mama’s you were scooped up in their arms as they kissed you from head to toe, “You did it! Y/n, you’re such a big girl!” Nat said as she felt tears form in her eyes. Wanda was also a crying mess as they celebrated your milestone.

Everyone joined in on the celebration and joined in on quite possibly the biggest group hug ever. You revealed the love and joy surrounding you and you couldn’t wait to celebrate many many more birthdays.

#wandanat x little reader #natasha romanoff #wandanat imagine #little reader #marvel imagine #yelena x kate #wanda maximoff #wandanat x reader #natasha x reader #natasha imagine

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svtminghaolove · 1 year

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The moment he decided he was going to propose - Perfomance unit (SVT)

Hello again, I’m writing. look at that ;)

Triggers: None

Jun: Okay, so this was not totally decided by himself.

He was back in China visiting his mom. At first you had planned to come along but at the last second they needed a translator for a event, so you had to stay behind.

"You got back okay? Was the flight alright?", you said as he placed his phone to lean on a bottle of water.

"Yeah, I got home about an hour ago, how was your day?", you sighed dramatically and fell back in your chair.

"So hard, they dragged me all over the place to talk to people! Can you imagine?", you smiled at him and he just shook his head. "No, but it was fine, just sucks that I couldn't come with you, it's been so long since I saw your parents", Jun gave you a soft smile.

He wished you were here too, but he knew you felt worse about it than he did so he didn't elaborate on it, but he didn't really get the chance to do it before a knock on the door interrupted him.

"Junhui, can you come help out with- Oh, I'm sorry! Are you on the phone with someone?", his mom stepped in behind him and you brightly smiled at her.

"Hello A Yi!", you switched to mandarin and waved at her. Jun moved out of the way so his mom could see you. (A/N: A Yi = "Aunt")

"Oh, y/n! How are you? I wish you could have come with Junhui, such a shame that you had to work!", she moved forward to see you better.

"I miss you too, I just got off work so I'm on my way home", and the conversation continued as Jun was watching the two of you. He loved how you got along with his family, especially his mom. The two of you talked all the time, even if Jun wasn't with you. The conversation continued for a few minutes, before his mom cleared her throat.

"It was nice talking to you y/n, but I'll have to continue with the food, wont you please help me when you finish. Goodbye y/n!", she waved at you and you waved back.

"Goodbye!", Jun moved so he was visible to you again and smiled.

"I miss her", he smiled and nodded.

"I know"

"And I miss Yangyang too", you sighed and he laughed.

"I know", you hummed.

"Yeah… you should go and help your mom, call me tomorrow!"

"I will, I love you", you smiled.

"I love you too, bye"

"Bye", he hung up and walked out to his mother who was lining up the ingredients for tonight.

"Junhui", his mother said in a serious tone, making him freeze up as he was going to take a knife. "I think it's time that you marry that girl", he blinked as his mothers words, before he busted out in laughter.

"Yeah mom, you know. I think you're right."

Hoshi: It was one of those moments that kind of just slapped him in the face. It was something that had happened so many times before, and he had no idea why this time was the time.

The two of you were at an arcade with some of the boys and their partners, but had split up when realizing than no game were big enough for all of you. You and Hoshi had ended up at a dance game, the one where you're suppose to step on the arrow that showed up on the screen. But like always, you and Hoshi took it to the next level and came up with the most ridiculous dance routines to distract each other.

"No! I'm winning over here!", you laughed as Hoshi moved his arms in front of you in a attempt to distract you.

"You're not!", Hoshi laughed as you shoved away his hands and returned the favor by lightly poking him in the waist, making him yelp.

"What are you doing?", Dokyeom's girlfriend showed up next to you and Dokyeom laughed.

"They are always like this", he smiled and they looked as the two of you jumped over the arrows and laughed like kids while attempting to distract each other. When the game ended the two of you were sweating and panting for air while still looking at the screen to determine who won.

"… I won!", you yelped and jumped down from the platform, jumping around in a circle laughing and chanting your victory.

And it just hit him, out of nowhere he was smiling like a goof, looking at your joy and simply decided, that he was going to marry you, and he wanted to do it soon.

Minghao: Minghao knows himself pretty well, and he had known for a while that you were the person he wanted to marry, it was just a question of timing.

It was a pretty late night, and Minghao was coming home late, the house was dark so he had assumed that you had gone to bed, which is why he was kind of surprised to find the bed empty.

"y/n?", he called out and walked out into the living room. He had seen your shoes in the hallway so he knew you were home.

"y/n?", he called out again and walk down the hall to the office. "y/n…?", he whispered as he opened the door and found a faint light illuminating the room.

You were laying on the floor, pencils all around you and color on your hands and face, and sleeping deeply. He smiled and crouched down next to you, looking at the picture under your hands.

If he didn't knew better, he would think that it was painted by a child, but he knew that every line was carefully considered and thought out. You drew with feeling and care, that always portrayed your emotions and this… this was pure happiness. He smiled, he knew that the two of you were happy, really happy and in a really good place right now, and it made him so very happy to see that you thought the same.

"… Hao?", you mumbled and blinked your eyes opened.

"Hello, xingãn. Why are you sleeping here?", he carefully wiped away some pencil dust from your cheek and you slowly sat up.

"I was waiting for you", you mumbled, still half asleep and Minghao let out a low laugh.

"Sorry for being so late, the recording took longer than expected", you hummed and leaned against him, not willing to fully wake up.

"Come on, lets' go to bed", he whispered and helped you stand up.

As you walked out, he threw one last glance at the painting on the floor, and deciding that it was time.

Dino: With Chan, everything happened pretty fast. From meeting each other, going out, moving in together and so on. He didn't know how to explain it, but he just knew, so he didn't feel like wasting time.

So the two of you were just laying around, you were playing with his hair, mumbling to yourself, wondering if you should dye your hair. It was a pretty normal thing you did, nothing out of the ordinary.

"What color?", he asked and you met his gaze.

"What?", he smiled up at you.

"You're mumbling about dyeing you hair", you smiled and looked down at his dark strands that softly fell through your fingers.

"Should I do the same color as you? Then we could match", you raised an eyebrow and he nodded.

"Sure, lets' go get the dye", you laughed and shook your head.

"Maybe at our wedding", you said and lightly tapped his cheek before you turned back your eyes to the TV.

But your words stirred Chan, he had just gotten the confirmation he needed, and he was already cooking up a plan to get a ring on your finger.

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Hello, darling! Do you have any good recs where the boys fall in love after Harry saves Draco from a lifetime sentence or long-term sentence in Azkaban? As in, stories about the death eater trials.

Hello there! That’s an interesting ask, I’d love to read more fics like that. These are the ones I could think of, some are centered around the trials but in others they’re just the starting point. I hope they fit what you’re looking for!

The Picardy Third by ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and porcelainsalt (T, 4.8k)

A Picardy third is ending a piece on a major chord instead of the minor everyone expects. An unexpected ending. After the war, Harry and Draco are both struggling. As events contrive to draw them together, can they help each other move forward?

Waiting By An Open Door by Femme and noeon (E, 29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

Nero su bianco by zuzallove (E, 40k)

September 1997. Hogwarts is under the regime of Voldemort and the Carrows. Finding himself alienated by both his friends and his supposed enemies, Draco puts quill to parchment, and writes letters. He addresses them to the only person he can think of, as Hogwarts rapidly falls into chaos and ruin: Harry Potter. He goes to great lengths to ensure the letters are never discovered, and he’s pretty certain he’s done a great job. Until the day of his trial.

I Won't Let You Fall Apart by @xanthippe74 (M, 49k)

Harry has spent the year after the war staying out of the public eye, dodging political battles, and standing firm against pressure from his friends. But he has a secret plan to get away from it all. He just needs to testify at one more Death Eater trial: Draco Malfoy’s. Little does Harry know what his act of compassion will cost him—and Malfoy.

Lost Children by daisymondays (M, 115k)

There's a lot of things Harry doesn't expect to happen after the War but Narcissa Malfoy invoking his life debt to her and asking him to save her son is top of the list.

Bonus:

More Than Enough by RurouniHime (E, 7k)

The war was over and Voldemort was dead. It was not a time of celebration, but I had ceased to expect that months ago. My trial was set for tomorrow and Harry’s silence had been growing by the day. Sequel to There, in That Silence.

#asks #anon #death eater trials

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Was my mother's birthday today. Spent the weekend making her a video as a gift, today went to her friend's house after work for a birthday celebration. Tomorrow after work have to go perform ten minutes of stand-up for the first time (have previously only done six). Have a document full of ideas for stuff to try beyond my six minutes, just need to sit down and map out a plan. Had several hours to do that tonight. But also have to go this weekend to the junior and senior national championships that are being hosted in my city this year, a few years ago that would have meant months of hard work on my part, I've now stepped back from the sport so much that I wasn't even part of the prep, I just need to show up. There's the competition, and then also my first ever teammate/training partner, whom I started training with in 2005, has recently retired from competition, which doesn't normally warrant a national event but it does for her because she had a massive career that included a gold medal at the Rio Olympics, so on Friday they're doing a ceremony before the finals at the championship to honour her, and then a social at the bar after that of course I'm looking forward to because she lives across the country now so I haven't seen her in ages but I love her and want to be there to celebrate her, but also that event will be full of coaches and athletes and refs that I used to see all the time and now barely see, due to my stepping back from the sport, about which I feel very conflicted and find very emotionally difficult, so I'll just go confront that all weekend, partly at a bar, while I'm still trying to avoid drinking though to be honest I've slipped a few times in the last few weeks.

And these are the few hours that I was supposed to spend mapping out my stand-up set plan, but every time I look at the page I become overwhelmed with 1) the idea that I've happened to come up with a few funny things but everything else I might think of would be embarrassingly terrible, and 2) I did stuff on the weekend and then more stuff today and then there will be stuff tomorrow and then stuff Friday and then stuff all weekend and it's too much stuff and I can't think about any of it.

Thought of how John Robins occasionally explains that "If I have to think about four things at once I'll curl up in a corner instead of thinking about any of them and then tomorrow there will be five things." Decided to throw on the radio show to distract myself. I'm into March 2018, when John Robins is the middle of his large tour during which he filmed Darkness of Robins. The first few months of 2018 on that radio show is just documenting John Robins having a breakdown; at first he said he'd do dry January then says no because touring is too stressful, comes in tired and a bit sick one week then full on tonsillitis and can hardly talk then keeps getting sick with other things and explaining that he's not sleeping then turns up to an episode an hour late because he forgot it was happening, reports that he's lost a stone from stress, then takes a couple weeks off and gets replaced by James Acaster, comes back the next week with fresh anecdotes about having a cry in a hotel room, entirely because there were too many things going on and had to do too many things in a row. I was looking forward to getting to the era of this show when I find out what happens when you win a Perrier Award, and now I know. You significantly expand your tour at the beginning of the following year due to increased demand, and then have a breakdown due to increased having to do things on multiple days in a row.

This is the saga I jump back into as my distraction, listen to him explain how touring is still wildly stressing him out, and I thought, this sounds familiar except that I've been paralyzed by the stress of a ten-minute open mic set in a way that feels relatable when he discusses the stress of like a 68-date tour. Then I thought, to be fair, John Robins is not doing quite a stressful job all day involving constant human interaction. It's the constant human interaction. I need to not have that. I also need to have a better idea for stuff to say in a pub tomorrow. And preferably a brain that can think about four things at a time without short circuiting.

Also I have scratches all over my hands because a kid had a meltdown at work. He stood up, screamed, cried, hit himself, fucked up my hands, and then I played him some Lynn Miles and he very slowly calmed down. I tried to change the song but he used his very small verbal repertoire to say "play that again" so I just kept it on repeat. If you ever see someone have a meltdown, try this song:

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Some scratches on my hand are not actually a big deal, I don't mind that. It's the look in his eyes when he does it. He doesn't want to hurt me. It's so clear that he's just truly desperate to make it stop and thinks tearing something apart might help and is willing to try anything. I'd let him do it as much as he wanted if 1) I thought it would actually help, and 2) it weren't very dangerous to teach a kid - a kid who will one day grow up to be a black man who has a disability that causes him to make strange noises and barely be able to communicate and not understand the rules and sometimes get uncontrollably upset in public, that it's okay to grab people and dig your nails in when you get upset. Our goal with his therapy is mainly to make sure he doesn't grow up to do the wrong thing to the wrong person in public and get badly hurt. I get very scared when I think what might happen if he's still responding to stress by grabbing people once he's too big to be cute.

See, you can't make jokes about that. Not in ten minutes, anyway. Maybe a highly emotional Edinburgh hour. But I can't make jokes about that, and everything funny that does happen at my job is protected by medical confidentiality anyway. It's not fair, other comedians have jobs with amusingly stupid clients and things like that. What am I supposed to talk about? I mean I've got a Word document but I'm looking at it and I don't think I've ever had a good idea in my entire life. And I still can't think about more than one thing at a time.

...New Taskmaster date's exciting though. Pretty hyped about that. Taskmaster! March 28! They've all gone big on costumes! Let's fucking go!

I am actually fine, by the way. I made some posts earlier in 2024 about how I was in mental health crisis, which was true then, I just want to clarify that I'm not in that now. I'm just overwhelmed because I've been asked to do more than like two things at a time and I possibly should start leaving some of my anxiety meds at my mother's house so I don't just skip the nights when I stay here. I'll feel a lot better after my set tomorrow. I had a stressful fucking week last week too, for reasons that have nothing to do with any of this, so that doesn't help. This is really making me remember why I hated university so much, though. I don't do well with homework.

#Youtube

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