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songforeddiemunson · 1 year

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Three of a Kind

"Hear me out. Inexperienced! Eddie (not a virgin but his experiences are sort of few and vanilla) and an impromptu perhaps tipsy threesome w reader (they're not together but he does think she's hot, maybe they'll end up together who knows) and another chick? Making his wildest dreams come true. Maybe at a party? A gathering of some sort. Just spit balling at this point. It sounds hot. And I want it (Joseph Quinn voice.)" --@etherealglimmer

Inspired by the above request. I'm sorry this took me SO long to finish. I did take a few liberties with the idea (Eddie has had non-vanilla sex but nothing like THIS, and no real relationships). I hope you enjoy!!

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!Roomate

Summary: Eddie makes a weed delivery to his crush at her college party. He gets waaaaay more than payment in response.

Warnings: 18+ [foul language, threesome sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, strap-on sex, p in v sex, a little light choking, minors LOOK AWAY, this might be the filthiest thing I have ever written.] Sex is NOT payment for weed. Some fluff if you look closely. Reader's description is vague to remain inclusive.

Word Count: 4K

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THREE OF A KIND

I can't wait to rev you up

Faster than you can say Ferrari

Tearin' up the gravel, watch you unravel

Now it's a party, hey!

October 1986

Eddie normally wouldn’t make a weed run to a college party over twenty miles from home. Spending nearly an hour on the road on a Friday night was not exactly his idea of a good time, and the gas his van guzzled cut into his profits.

But he would make an exception for you.

You weren’t exactly friends, but you had gotten along. You were cool; not one of the popular brats but not a social pariah either. You drifted somewhere in between, just marching to the beat of your own drum. Eddie respected that. You ran into each other outside school on occasion, and would share a smoke or a joint and have a little chat about the latest music releases or the whatever horror flick you had just seen.

While nothing had ever gone beyond a mild flirtation, Eddie allowed himself to wonder if there were possibilities there. Would you ever want to spend some time with him? Should he ask you out on an actual date? How did people even do this? He had never really had a proper girlfriend before, and the idea would ultimately leave him feeling flustered and he would push the thoughts away.

While he was far from a virgin, his experiences were limited to occasional post-gig hookups with the chicks who hung around the hideout looking for a guitarist to nail. It was fun, and the mutual understanding of having no strings attached kept things from getting complicated, but, during those moments when he was feeling particularly lonely, he always found himself looking for that deeper connection that nobody took the time to afford him. And sometimes his thoughts would wander to you.

When you told him that you were going to go off to the community college a couple of towns over, he was surprised.

“I was thinking of going into mortuary sciences,” you said, as you checked your eyeliner with your compact.

“Seriously?” Eddie huffed a laugh.

“Nah,” you said, snapping the compact shut. “Just fucking with you. But I do kinda want to be a writer, maybe tour around and write for Rolling Stone or some shit. So I’m gonna take some English comp courses.”

Eddie grinned. “That sounds awesome, good for you.”

“What are you going to do with your life?” you asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Eddie shrugged. “Jeff and I talked about getting a shithole apartment in Indy or maybe Detroit. I’ve been learning mechanics in my free time. Fix some cars, play some tunes. Just get the hell out of Hawkins.”

“Right on,” you said, smiling amicably as Eddie struggled to mask the disappointment he felt at the prospect of your moving away.

So when you called him six months later looking for a weed hookup, Eddie was practically out the door before you could hang up the phone.

He chuckled to himself as he pulled up to the address he had hastily scribbled on a scrap of paper. Where the hell did you bring me?

It was certainly no sorority house, not that he would have pegged you as the type to join a sorority anyway. It was on the outskirts of town bordered by dense woods, and looked more like an old church than a proper house. This struck Eddie as hilariously fitting (if bordering on sacrilege) and he laughed out loud as he stepped out of the van and sauntered up the walkway.

He observed a few other cars parked about as he approached the house, and he could hear the music thumping as he raised his hand to knock on the door. He knocked three times before spotting the doorbell and giving it a quick buzz.

After a pause of about fifteen seconds, the door swung open, allowing the heady scents of weed and incense to spill out the door, along with the dark and rhythmic tones of Souxie and the Banshees’ Cities in Dust. It was an assault on Eddie’s senses, and the woman who answered the door was no exception.

She was tall, maybe more than 5’7”, with a too-orange to be natural pixie cut and plump, heavily glossed lips. She was a punk goddess in doc martens, fishnets and a plaid miniskirt, simultaneously a cliché and a delight, and for a moment Eddie forgot to speak, his tongue plastered uselessly to the roof of his mouth.

“Yeah?” she said, making no effort to hide her assessment of him as her eyes raked up and down the length of Eddie’s body before stopping at his face, her green eyes penetrating into his. One luscious lip curled up into the ghost of a smirk.

After his brain finally caught up to his mouth he blurted out your first name– a bit too loudly– and quickly followed up with, “uh sorry yeah, she’s expecting me.”

The goddess turned and shouted your name into the dwelling, which was dark and moody; light bulbs had been swapped out for colored ones, smoke hung heavy in the air, lending a hazy and otherworldly vibe to the interior.

You appeared quickly, and Eddie’s heart nearly fell out of his chest. Thoughts of the goddess who answered the door were obliterated when you stepped into view. College looked great on you. Not that you needed the help.

“How’s it going, Munson? Did you find the place alright?” you asked him. You noticed that he was out of breath. “Did you run here, or something?” you added with a laugh.

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” Eddie said, his expression breaking out into a grin. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

“You too, Eddie,” you said, and stepped away from the door to allow him room to enter. “Come on in. Welcome to my humble abode.”

“You actually live here?” Eddie asked as he followed you inside, weaving around people and through the living room, where he glimpsed more people– mostly women– lounging about and chatting. There were men present as well, but they seemed to be the minority.

Your laugh sounded like bells under the loud music. “Well not alone, but yeah, I live here with four other girls. We’re not a sorority or anything, not anything official, anyway. But split five-ways this place is actually affordable, and it creeps people out, so we’re left alone.”

“Was this a church?” Eddie asked as he looked around the place.

You nodded. “Once upon a time. I guess it was an old chapel but was deconsecrated after the pastor murdered someone. Drink?”

Eddie paused, laughing, holding his hands up. “Whoa whoa wait. You can’t just casually drop that you live in an old murder chapel and just expect me to move on from that.”

You shrugged. “That’s honestly all I know!” You giggled at his expression of incredulity. “Do you want a drink or not?”

Eddie sighed and dropped his hands in resignation. “Sure, I guess I’ll have a murder beer from the murder chapel.”

You laughed heartily as you opened the fridge and pulled out a can of PBR, popping the tab as you handed it over. Eddie took it from you, and downed a considerable amount before setting it aside on the counter and reaching into his leather jacket’s inner pocket. He pulled out a baggie of weed and handed it to you.

“Your green, milady.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” you said, pulling three neatly folded ten-dollar bills from your bra and handing them over. Eddie tried not to stare.

“Pleasure doing business,” he said as he stuffed the bills into the pocket of his jeans without ceremony. He picked the beer up again, unsure of what to do next and feeling slightly awkward. “Sorry your regular hookup went out of town,” he said before taking another pull of beer.

“Oh that?” you replied. “Nah, they’re around. I just needed an excuse to get you over here.”

Eddie sputtered his sip, needing to wipe his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I wanted to see you,” you shrugged. “I was listening to the new Iron Maiden album the other day and it got me thinking, what would Eddie think of this?”

Eddie stood up straight, his eyes brightening. “Too fucking synth-heavy! What were they thinking?!” he exclaimed, making you laugh.

“Exactly. Except for Wasted Years. That song was solid.”

“Yes!” Eddie cried. “It was the only song on the album that didn’t make me want to throw myself out of a moving car,” he said, and the two of you simply grinned at each other for a moment before he continued. “But yeah, Bruce’s vocals were solid though.”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling. “Bruce is always solid.”

“You know,” Eddie said, leaning forward dramatically while holding onto the counter with one hand, “you could have just called me, you didn’t need to buy weed you didn’t need.”

“I suppose I could have,” you said, stepping toward him. “But where is the fun in that?”

Eddie didn’t have time to fully react; only a quick widening of the eyes showed he registered your actions before you grabbed a fistful of the front of his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy, and you pulled away for a moment to look up into the big brown eyes that frequently haunted your dreams. “I should have done this ages ago,” you murmured, causing Eddie’s heart to triple its pace.

“I wish you had,” he said, before diving back in for another kiss. He brought his hands up to cup your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You allowed him to do it, you would probably let him do anything. You wanted this, you had fantasized about this, and now his tongue was sliding along yours, teasing and exploring. You tasted the sweetness of the pilsner and the ghost of the cigarette he smoked on the drive, and a tiny moan escaped you as you tangled your fingers into the locks of hair you had so longed to touch. You pressed your body taught against his and you could feel the stiffness of his arousal. Fighting the urge to tear at the fly of his jeans, you pulled away.

“Let's go upstairs,” you whispered. Eddie could only nod.

You led him by the hand out of the kitchen and toward the stairs, around the languidly dancing bodies, feeling giddy, the song now Shake the Disease by Depeche Mode, the music thrumming and thrilling, making you feel like you were floating outside of yourself.

The moment you had him upstairs and into your room you were on him again, kissing and nibbling at those perfect lips and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. You quickly started to kneel but Eddie stopped you with a finger under your chin, gently urging you back up.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Eddie chuckled softly at your puzzled expression. “But where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I told you,” you said, “I missed you.”

“But why didn’t you do this before? You had plenty of opportunities and I would have been happy to oblige.”

“I don’t know,” you began, unsure of how to phrase what you felt. “Before, I didn’t know what I wanted. But I have a better sense of who I am now. And like I said…” your hand trailed down Eddie’s jeans as you spoke, and you slowly pulled the zipper of his fly down, “I’ve been thinking of you.”

Without another word, you pushed him backward onto the bed, and his surprised laugh was cut short when you pulled his length from his jeans and slipped your lips around the tip. “Oh fuck,” he gasped. “You aren’t messing around are you, oh my go–” the rest of the sounds Eddie made no longer contained words.

You took him in as far as you could and then pulled back up, circling your tongue around the tip. You pumped him slowly as you worshiped the head of his dick for a while; sucking, licking, kissing. Eddie leaned back and braced himself on his hands, his little gasps and moans fueling you onward and enhancing your own arousal. You took his full length in again, and alternated in this manner for a while, going between head worship and deep throating, pulling him closer to the edge.

Eddie was trying not to come while pondering the possibility that he had died en route to your house and was now in heaven, when the bedroom door abruptly opened. Eddie sat up, feeling alarmed and strangely bashful, but you simply pulled away with an annoyed, “what?”

You still had his cock in your hand.

“Oh there you are,” Chloe said, sounding annoyed. She seemed completely unbothered by what she had interrupted, but one eyebrow ticked upward when she saw the impressive appendage encircled by your fingers.

Eddie, unsure of what to do and feeling exposed, grabbed a random piece of cloth– which turned out to be a tank top– and draped it over his exposed erection.

“Do you mind? We’re kind of in the middle of something here…” Eddie blurted, at a vocal register a bit higher than normal.

“No,” Chloe responded, before turning her attention to you. “Where is the blue curacao?”

“How should I know?” you laughed. “Did you check on top of the fridge?”

“Yes, it’s not there.”

You shrugged. “It’s probably gone then.”

“Disappointing,” Chloe replied. “I wanted a blue Hawaiian.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” you said.

Eddie watched this exchange with wide, incredulous eyes, ping-ponging back and forth between you as if he was watching a tennis match.

“So is this one yours then?” Chloe asked, nodding her head in Eddie’s direction.

“I really like him,” you said simply with a smile. Despite his absurd situation, Eddie felt something warm bloom in his heart.

“So…” Chloe began. “Not up for sharing this one then?”

Eddie nearly choked on nothing.

You looked at him, considering. Your initial reaction was to say no, because you wanted Eddie all to yourself. But Chloe was sexy, and a lot of fun. You shrugged. “Are you up for that?” you asked him matter-of-factly.

“Am I– am I up for what exactly?” Eddie stammered.

“A threesome. With me and Chloe.”

“I uh– oh my god. Uh, I guess? If that’s okay with you two, but sure? Yeah.” Eddie tried and failed to sound nonchalant about it, as if a threesome with two beautiful women was something that just happened.

“Excellent,” Chloe said, stepping forward and kicking the door closed as she pulled her top off over her head in one fluid motion. She knelt beside you, and tossed aside the flimsy fabric that covered Eddie's slightly softened member. “Aw, does someone have some nerves? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that,” she said, and pulled you in for a messy kiss, her sticky lip gloss painting your lips as she lapped into your mouth with her tongue. You moaned softly. Chloe was the perfect sort of filthy, and this was going to be a lot of fun.

You made out sloppily for a moment as Chloe pumped Eddie back up to his full hardness, then she pivoted over to slip her lips around his cock. Eddie tossed his head back and moaned. Chloe’s technique was different from yours; she was more rough and forceful, never afraid to take what pleasure she could while leaving men and women completely spent in her wake. You admired her boldness, and watching her slurp down the object of your affection was absolutely thrilling. Chloe sucked Eddie down so thoroughly, that she would bury her nose in the thatch of his pubic hair before pulling up, gasping, with ribbons of saliva trailing away from her lips. It was filthy.

You climbed up onto the bed as this went on and kissed Eddie, softly at first, then hungrily, and you alternated between nipping his bottom lip with your teeth and licking into his mouth with your tongue. He moaned into your mouth as Chloe slipped one of his balls into her mouth, and she sucked him there as she pumped his cock with her fist. Eddie’s breathing was erratic and quick, and he began to wonder how long he could last. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on any longer, Chloe stood up, leaving Eddie exposed again, the cooler air from the room chasing Eddie’s climax away.

“Everyone get naked. Now,” Chloe commanded, as she stepped out of the room.

“Where is she going?” Eddie asked as he began to undress.

“Not sure, probably to get some toy,” you said, and you kissed and undressed each other while you waited for her to return. Eddie kissed you deeply and stroked your breasts as you pumped his dick, and shortly Chloe returned. She was naked except for a large strap-on secured around her hips.

“Don’t worry loverboy. You’re hers, so I’m not going to fuck you. Her though,” she nodded toward you, “her I’m going to fuck.”

“Uh, ok,” was all Eddie could manage. He sat back on his heels on the bed as you positioned yourself in front of him on your knees. You slipped your mouth back over Eddie’s cock as Chloe positioned herself behind you. She had already lubed up her appendage, and she slid into you with ease. You gasped around Eddie’s cock as she began to pump into you. Eddie watched as Chloe fucked into you from behind, and then they leaned forward and kissed as you were being spit-roasted. Your moans were choked and drowned out by being so thoroughly filled, but you were never in any danger, and you loved every second of it. You squealed as Chloe hit deep inside, sliding her silicone dick along your inner g-spot and making you see stars as she and Eddie sucked face above you.

It felt so good, so damn good, that your first orgasm arrived quickly, making your legs quiver and you sobbed unintelligible nonsense onto Eddie’s cock as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

“His turn,” Chloe cooed as she slipped out of you, and she unbuckled the straps of her toy and set it aside. You sat up on your knees. “Are you doing alright?” you murmured into Eddie’s mouth as you kissed him.

“Mmmhmm. Oh yes. You?” he replied between kisses.

You nodded. “Oh hell yeah.”

You felt him smile against your mouth, and then you pulled away to lay down in front of him. Chloe laid your head in her lap. “Okay,” she said. “Now fuck her.”

She cradled your head, stroking your forehead and brushing stray whisps of hair away from your face with surprising gentleness as Eddie lifted your leg and placed it on his shoulder. He grasped himself at his base and positioned himself at your entrance. He leaned down to suckle one of your nipples, making you groan, as he slid inside.

“Ah fuck,” you cried out.

Eddie started to thrust steadily in and out. Chloe moved her right hand down to your throat and squeezed gently. Not enough to actually choke you, but enough to make little stars appear at the corner of your vision, setting all of your senses alight. The groan that emanated from your lips was enough to make Eddie nearly lose it right then and there.

Your second orgasm slammed into you so quickly that it caught you by surprise, and you squealed and mewled and babbled. Eddie didn’t slow down, however, only picked up his pace, his hips slapping into yours rhythmically.

Chloe gently slid out from under your head and repositioned herself closer to the point at which Eddie and yourself were joined, and she trailed her fingers down your glistening tummy to play with your clit. You arched your back and keened at the dual sensation of your highly sensitive nub being manually stimulated while Eddie fucked you roughly. She gently encircled the sensitive bud with a manicured finger, and Eddie watched, leaning back slightly to grant her better access.

She leaned down and licked across the nub, and with the other hand she reached up to play with Eddie’s balls, sending both of you into paroxysms of delight. Eddie was hitting you so deep, and Chloe’s tongue was sending you reeling straight toward your third orgasm. Chloe grasped the ankle that wasn’t resting on Eddie’s shoulder and held it aloft and she sat up, holding your ankle and gazing down at you as she watched you come apart, rubbing your clit with her fingers.

As you came down from your third orgasm, she got up off the bed, slipped on a robe, and sat in your little desk chair to light a cigarette. “The rest is just for you two lovebirds,” she said as she exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke.

Eddie looked at her briefly before returning his gaze to your face, and his beautiful browns looked directly into yours. He let your ankle slide down to the crook of his arm as he leaned forward, and he cupped your face in his hands before diving in for a sweet kiss. His thrusting had slowed, and he seemed to be reveling in just being with you for a moment before his pace grew more erratic. He stopped kissing you and fucked you to his own completion with his forehead pressed against yours. It was intimate and close, and though Chloe was still watching from her chair, her gaze was no longer predatory, it was something you couldn’t quite describe. It was soft.

Eddie pulled out of you, pumping pearls of his seed onto your soft belly. You panted and sighed happily as you returned to the real world, the cloud you had been residing upon slowly sinking back to the earth. Eddie cleaned you with the same discarded tank top that had acted as his temporary (and futile) modesty barrier, and he planted a kiss against the smooth skin of your hip before he turned to pull his jeans back on.

You sat up and began pulling on your own clothes, Chloe stood up and made her way toward the exit. “Not bad for a last hurrah,” she said, smiling, before she slipped out of the room.

“And then there were two,” you said in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that had settled in the wake of Chloe’s departure. Eddie chuckled.

“Listen,” he said, his smile faltering. “I want you to know that I didn’t come here looking for…that. Or anything like that. I was just stoked you called.”

You smiled. “Oh I know. And even though I did have some ulterior motives for calling you, I think the most I was planning to do was ask you out.” You chuckled. “Not that I mind the outcome.”

Eddie grinned. “No, I certainly don’t mind either.”

“But that will never happen again. I don’t like to share.”

“Understood. But…BUT,” Eddie held up a finger, as if to emphasize a caveat was coming.

“Yeah?” you said, suddenly feeling anxious.

“Before we talk about what’s gonna happen next, don’t you think you should ask me out?”

You laughed. “Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Eddie nodded. “Hell yes. I hear this new movie Witchboard is pretty good. Wanna go see it with me?”

You could barely contain your grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Thanks for reading! As always, likes, comments, reblogs are so appreciated.

Special thanks to @misskittysmagicportal for the song inspo and your continuing encouragement ❤️

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #my writing

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danyayeni2 · 2 months

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Fancy a Date, Dollface ?

Flirty!Jealous! Tybalt (modern/1996) x gn! Reader

(Divider made by @/cafekitsune on here ! Check ‘em out ! :D) (A/N: Just as the title says, this is a slightly Flirty!Tybalt x Gen neu! Slightly “Nerdy”! Reader ! Also, a tiny little background information for this, Mercutio is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less! Of course, Ty knows this, and still hates it !) Key Terms (yeah yeah very wattpad of me bring your pitchforks): Y/N-Your Name Y/N-N: Your Nick-Name

B/F/N- Best Friend’s Name

(Also, this was made for @ladyinbl00d ! I really hope you enjoy this one especially !)

(Anyways, without further adeu, please enjoy !)

“Hey, let’s go shopping !”, they said. “It’ll be fun !”, they said. And, could you really deny them? Deny him? The party-animal? The fast talker? The cousin of the Chief of Police? Your best friend?

How could you deny the sparkle in his eyes? (Although, now that you mention it, did he really have a spark? Or, was it his eyeshadow?) Or, his nearly high-pitched, pleading, and slightly convincing, beg of a simple, yet exaggerated, “pleeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee”, as he got on his knees, and wrapped his arms around your waist? Or, his promise to get you that new movie you oh-so desperately wanted to see? The Night’s Opened View, starring Angelo Manovincine and Catelynn Ashins, solving a murder in their high-school party? Drugs scurried around the place, sugar coated toxins covered the tongues of the most bitter booze imaginable, and hands covering cold faces, and cold cases alike. No, it was an offer you couldn’t refuse. Besides, you needed a release from your dreary, and unfortunately comfy, apartment room, so what’s the harm?

“(Y/N), come on!” His pace quickened and the intertwined grip between his smooth, well-kept hands, and your hands, “I saw some really cute shoes for you!” “Mer, trust me, I really don’t need MORE shoes!”

He paused, turned around to look at you up and down, furrowed one eyebrow, and shot you a look with an “mmhm” following. “Mer, my shoes aren’t that bad!” “….” “I JUST GOT THESE SHOES YESTERDAY.” “Creased and deceased?” “Oh, shut up.” A goofy grin followed his face, before running off into another store, yelling, “I’LL GET YOU SOME SHOES IN HERE!” “WAIT, MER-“ And he was gone like the wind..like always.

“Why does he always do this?”, you asked yourself, out-loud, in fact. “I don’t see why he wouldn’t, seeing you talk to yourself would make anyone run off.” Oh, God. It’s him again. His slightly raspy voice, his sarcasm, his…eyes. Those Dark brown eyes. Those dark, slightly lidded, brown eyes.

It was him, it was always him.

“I’d be thankful that a pretty face like yours goes a long way.” You see him look you up and down, and give his signature toothy grin. You sigh, “What do you want, Tybalt?” He smirked a little, and simply tilted his head, “Awww, don’t wanna see me?” He leaned in close to you, much to your feigned annoyance. “Not here, and especially not up close. Not to say I can’t see your whiskers from afar, though.” The corner of your lips turned into a smile, and you could hear the ticking of a bomb, slowly going off. Tick, tick, tick, tick. And you couldn’t wait until it exploded.

“You just love that little cat metaphor, don’t you?” “What? It’s funny”, you lowered your voice, hoping Tybalt wouldn’t hear, “and cute.” “Cute? That’s what you wanna call this?” An idea popped in your head, and you brought him closer by a little tie on his somewhat formal black adorned attire, “Maybe it is, what’s it to you?” Your fingers slithered up his tie, as you slowly undid it, and he hummed in response, looking into your eyes. “To me, it’s unfair.” You stopped tying his tie, his words catching your attention. “Unfair how ?” “Unfair because we all know who has eyes that you can stare into for days.” He smirked more, seeing you continue to play with his tie. “And from the looks of it, I can, with how alone you are.” “Actually”, you pull him in closer, your mouth to his ear, “I’m with someone.” The venom poisoned his tone, as he looked away, feeling a tinge of jealousy course through his veins. “Oh..? And, who’s the one…?” Please be a friend, please be a friend, please be a friend-

“Mercutio.”

Oh God, it’s even worse.

Not only is their “friend”, but it’s that flirtatious bastard. Great. You bent back, and yanked on the tie a little, just before patting on it. And, he would’ve given you a reaction, had he not been consumed with the thought of him joking with you, smiling at you, all things he can do for you. “So that’s who left you today, right ?” You groan a little, and nodded, which gave him a little more satisfaction.

“You know, I can treat you better, doll.” “Oh, please, and just what are you gonna do? give me some flowers and wow me?” “C’mon dollface, give me some credit. You and me? We’re in sync.” “Oh, yeah? What am I thinking right now?” He paused, looking away from you, reaching behind his back, and pulling out two tickets. “If I were to guess, I’d say you’d want to see…..oh, I forgot what it’s called….’The Night’s Opened View’?” “Tease.” You thought, yet still visibly excited, and quite shocked. You hardly mentioned this movie, except to Mercutio a few hundred times, but to no one else ! So, how did he- “When we went to the store, I saw you looking at the poster for three hours. Almost like how you look at me. Almost.” Bet he wouldn’t do that for you. You paused, then felt hot. “So, it’s a yes, or do I have to convince you ?” “What are you gonna do, kitty?” “What I have to.” He brings your hands up to his lips, and gives them a peck, all while looking at you..it feels way hotter in here than before. “Of course, you won’t break my heart, right, doll ?” “..What if I did?” “…You wouldn't do that, doll.” He gets closer, his lips hovering over yours, hand on your chin, “You know you want me. You, and those pretty porcelain lips of yours.” “I want to make you explode." He chuckles, "I'll cherish you too, dollface."

You playfully scoffed, but deep down, you knew it was true. You knew that your heart was his. You knew that no matter how much you wanted to push him away, tease him, maybe even judge him, you always loved him. “Fine, I’ll go see it with you, but you’re paying for everything.” “Not a problem, you know I like spoiling you. All you gotta do is ask, doll.” He holds your hand, his thumb massaging your knuckles, “Oh, and don’t bring him along. I just want it to be us, alone.” “Him?”, you paused, “Who’s him- Wait- What’s wrong with Mercutio ?” “.....” “..Fine, I’ll come at 5.” He smiled, then immediately heard Mer’s laugh, and the corners of his lips went south. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” “Maaaaaaaybe.” He chuckled, “Don’t toy with me like that, doll.” and walked off. “(Y/N-N) !” Mercutio’s voice trilled in the air as he skipped towards you. “I found these shoes, and they’re SO cute ! Aaaaand, it’ll be perfect for our movie night tonight !” He hugged you, but you felt both hot and cold. Chilly and warm. Conflicted. “Oh, Mer, I’m gonna be busy tonight ! I need to see (B/F/N) for their ‘newest art invention’.” You applied air quotes, trying to hide the fact that you’re lying to Mer, and acting as if your “(B/F/N)” wasn’t the man you’ve been smitten for since God knows how long. “Oh….aw man….” He lowered his head, but you quickly cupped his face, “Come on, after I help (B/F/N), we’ll watch a whole marathon of movies ! You’re pick this time too !” He quickly smiled, and kissed the palm of your hand. “Alright, alright, I forgive you.” “Good, now,” you tap his shoulder, and run off, “LAST ONE TO LEAVE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHAVE PRINCE’S MUSTACHE TOMORROW NIGHT !” “HEY, I DID IT LAST TIME !” He quickly sprints after you, cackling, while Tybalt watches.

“...Come on, Doll, make a better choice than him.” His eyes shut, as the question that plagues him infects him yet again: “…What does he have that I don’t ?”

(A/N: Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve made a one-shot, and even longer of it being an x reader ! I do hope that I made Tybalt seem flirtatious in your eyes (and in-character too) ! I also hope that it isn’t too bad or incomprehensible, and that you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening/ night ! :D)

#romeo + juliet #romeo + juliet 1996 #tybalt 1996 #tybalt capulet #romeo and juliet 1996 #romeo and juliet #Baaler fics #tybalt x reader #tybalt (1996) x reader #romeo+juliet 1996

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taylortruther · 5 months

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Sometimes it's like people, better said some fans, live in a world of dreams. Do people really think that arranging for accomodation and travels in EUROPE, in summer is something you can do last minute? In cities where there are gonna be not only the regular tourists but extra visitors coming for a concert? Do they really believe fans can wait till the last minute to buy a ticket for a Taylor's concert in Europe, in summer, not knowing till the last time if they can make it? People are travelling between different Countries to see the concert! She's not touring some unknown places, she's bringing the tour to major cities. So no, fans had to go through a maddening process to even get a code one year in advance, then to get a ticket which I repeat is quite expensive especially if you were not among the firsts in the queue. And let's not even talk about the tickets whose prices kept changing every time you checked the platform. Fine, business is business. But some swifties should also accept that other fans might not love other aspects of those business methods. And honestly that she does it for the fans is a poor excuse. If that had been the case she would have filmed and released the movie in the middle of the American leg, when nobody knew there were gonna be more 2024 dates added, in order to let more fans have the experience. Did she do it? Nope. I wonder why! She's doing it now for specific business reasons, fullstop. Is it her right? Of course. Can some fans be disappointed? Of course. And it has nothing to do with not wanting other people to watch the concert to keep it unique to yourself, come on! They would have watched it anyway, the movie was going to be released and streamed. It's the timing that some find disappointing and I cannot blame them.

oh well i can blame them lmao

#not to be glib #but this is tiresome

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the-fat-raccoon · 2 years

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How have your theories Evolved my good honorary Gorpster

Ok I kept holding off on this one but it's time.

The Refined Understanding Of The Gorp Arg (I Understand Less Now)

Let me start off by saying apparently there's dubious cannon in the fuckimg. gorp arg. so I have no clue how much of anything is actual cannon. Or if any of this is even right

Alright let's go back to Nelson because this motherfucker haunts me in tags on the daily.

His full name is Nelson Stanley Berg which made me think this was like. A weird tsp au where he was Stanley stand in. And thread was 432s stand in and Sam the Narrator etc etc. But this all went immediately out the window once I saw 432 send thread an ask and referred to the other characters separately. This caused great pain as I thought I finally figured it out. Anyways.

He is dating Sam Akon who is. checks notes old and gay and 6 feet tall. And he dyes his hair but not with Kool aid that part was a joke. I think his thing is 💖 or one of the pink hearts but idk for sure. That is all I know about Sam Akon.

Nelson's is 💙 or 💙🤍 yeah? or is 💙🤍 referring to him plus someone else

IS. IS THAT WHAT THE FUCKING NAILPOLISH IS ABOJT. DID SOMETHING HAPPEN THERE. WAIT FUCK HOLD ON. HOLD ON I JUST MADE THAT CONNECTION WHILE TYPING. IS THAT. WHAT. WHAT HAPPENED??

Nelson is YOUR FATHER!?!!? YOUR DAD YOUR FATHER THIS MAN IS A FATHER????!?!? MY HONORARY FATHER MY STEP DAD ?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AND APPARENTLY THIS IS LIKE. A MAJORLY IMPKRTANT PLOT POINT I ONLY RECENTLY FOUND OHT ABOUT. HES YOUR DAD !?!?!?!?

Moving on. Let's talk about thread

per my last insane rambling, I've gotten confirmation that those posts I'd see people on my dash revloggibg of someone yelling about beasts is in fact part of the gorp arg

This one's interesting because it's the most reliable source I have into the gorp arg and I do not understand it at all

So threads birthday is on the release date of the half life mod that was the original version of the stanley parable. Which made me think again, au with different charactersfilling in these roles after somethinghappened to the original cast, but this was before disproven.

Thread is conflicted between being just the settings mf and having. yknow. Feelings And Shit. Also there's a hatred for Nelson I think? maybe. Idk the impression bit and the Sam akon info gathering made it hard to tell what emotion was brought forth from Nelsom but I think it's hatred. Idk I thought the impression bit was like. Really funny. Made me smile.

BEAST1

its is 💜 right? or 💜🖤?

Anyways. Favorite character. Probably because it's the only one I've seen do or say anything but. I didn't have to make that thread art for my warm up that shit jumped out from some part of me that apparently really wanted to design the "Setting page in an anxiety trenchcoat" as it has been so lovingly reffered to as in my notes several times.

Diane and the overseer??? They exist???? I can't find much on either tbh. idek if they have lil hearts.

I tried to figure out tbe series of events that led to whatever the hell is going on here but realized I do not have enough sources to actually. Figure that out. So.

Anyways. This really brought me back to my internet historian days of finding some really niche online interactive shit and figuring out every possible detail about it and the fandom just so I could possibly talk about it to someone in the future. And now I have the discord link waiting I'm my inbox. So I've leaned a little too far into the well and whatever at the bottom really wants me to fall.

#Mr Honorary Gorpster #whoo boy thats a lot huh #readmore this time as to not hex my mutuals with Wall Of Text #anyways. yeah. i understand less than when i started i think #i think im further than when i started tbh #gorp arg #intentionally avoided the new shit i learned because. yeah. no clue wtf to make of that. and its app dubipusly cannon anyways

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snobgoblin · 1 year

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do you ever lose interest in your ocs/gorillaz/ god forbid ACE if so how do you get back in again because I really like this hyperfocus

so I've never lost interests in my ocs (my beloveds) and I've never lost interest in Ace (my beloved) except for that time period where I just Wasn't Into Ppg Or Gorillaz Enough I've always sort of had a crush on him, got married to him on the playground as a kid n junk, anyway I haven't lost interest in those things but I will admit my interest in Gorillaz has faltered a bit a few times, purely because NOthing was happening for the longest time and that wouldn't have been a problem!! except they kept egging us on they kept going oh somethings gonna happen! and I would get so excited. and then nothing would happen. and that kinda hurt so I've stopped getting excited I've stopped staying up to date except what my friends tell me. mostly the fandom is what's keeping me interested! it's so cool here and I've made great friends and what Gorillaz is doing is super cool right now! I'm just not keeping up with it super closely because.. as I understand it, they've released a lot I just.. haven't checked it out because I'm CONDITIONED at this point "don't get excited, nothing is actually happening, they keep saying this and it never happens" idk I guess what I'm getting at is uh if you're losing your hyperfixation just do something else for a little bit and come back. that's what I did and I'm pretty much fine now

and I can't wait for the next phase so I can get out of this funk of "I don't even care what's happening they've let me down too many times"

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t3kandson · 1 year

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Friend & Flowers

Wordcount; 4,039

Fandom; ACE

Pairing; Reader x O5

Characters; Kang Yuchan, Kim Sehyoon, Kim Byeongkwan and mentions of Lee Donghun & Park Junhee.

Warning; angst, public sex, blowjob (giving) , Fingering, Cream-pie and used as a sex object.

Notes Chapter 5/8 of Release that Stress, earlier chapters found here.

Happy birthday to Yuchan & Happy news years eve 💛💛💛💛💛

You cherished those lovely moments with Donghun from the morning following Boxing Day. Though you had really needed the spa and swimming facility’s in the hotel. Your body was sore and bruised from his grip, which left more then a visual memory then Junhee’s bites.

The emotions that each time he messaged had your hands hover over the fading marks. Junhee had been more emotional with his texts since, especially when he admitted that he missed your presence around the Dorm.

With Sehyoon’s declaration of affection to you, along with Junhee’s messages and Donghun’s clear Jealousy, you was sensing trouble was brewing. It felt like these dates was spiralling each member out of control.

“Which one,” the server at the cake shop asked breaking your thoughts of your dilemma. While your mind swirled around, you forgot to look for the ideal cake for Chan’s birthday the following day. “This one,” you smiled pointing at the Orange Marmalade Cake in pretty Yellow frosting.

Watching them icing his name on and place into the box you smiled knowing that Chan would be delighted.

Arriving at the Dorm you placed the cake box by the door with a present bag, enclosed with his dog tag necklace you purchased with private personalisation.

Smiling at the items you knocked on the door skittling down the corridor of the apartment, crouching out of sight. You waited impatiently for someone to open as you huffed in annoyance when you was kept waiting. “What you doing?” You heard a whisper into your ear that made you fall, collapsing onto the floor in fright. Sehyoon chuckled as Byeongkwan rushed to your side to help you up, you scowling his way.

“Sehni,” you growled brushing yourself down as Byeongkwan checked you over. “What you shouldn’t be sneaking around especially against the rules, your suppose to be in the hotel,” Sehyoon said folding his arms, still smirking. “I brought Chan’s gift over,” you explained like a naughty child being caught out. “You missed me didn’t you?” Sehyoon winked as you swatted him. “It’s good to see you though, we’ve all missed you,” Byeongkwan said letting his hands fall from your arms. “I’ve missed you all too,” you said watching Byeongkwan smile become wide. “Knew it,” Sehyoon smirked as you looked at him with confusion with his sudden cockiness, one that he normally left in the bedroom. “What have you done with the real Sehni,” you whispered to Byeongkwan who chuckled. “Well suppose I better go before I get caught out by another one of you lot,” you scoffed. Sehyoon tapped his finger against his cheek as you kissed him briefly. “Off you pop then,” Sehyoon said making his way towards the dorm.

“Make sure Chan gets his stuff,” you said looking at Byeongkwan who nodded before starting to follow Sehyoon. Returning back to you he pressed his lips against you in a hastily rushed impatience. Kissing you as he pushed you flat against the wall, hands falling to your hips as he got lost in you. “See you later baby,” he pants stepping back, fingers pressing on your lips as your words get caught in your throat. Nodding you turn fleeing with your burning core before you broke another rule by sleeping with him.

“Open up,” you hear the impatient voice madly knocking at the hotel room door, giving his identity away. “I need you,” he growls as he throws himself your way that you almost lose your footing. Lips clashing roughly with yours, you feel the impatient desire to be satisfied in your kiss.

“Face the wall,” he growls as he twists you, his hands pulling your PJ sweats down to your ankle. “Fuck Y/N I’ve needed a dose of this for too long,” Chan says whimpering as if he’s in pain. Hands fondling your ass, his hands lean on your lower back to bend. Hands flush against the wall his hands grip your hips as he ruts against you. Feeling the throbbing member slide against your ass has you know how desperate he is in that moment. Pumping himself before he presses against you, he pushes his member in. Moans falling from you both, his hands return to your hips to help steady himself. Starting his hungry fast pace, your back arches as he presses against your cervix. “Y/N, shit, you feel good,” Chan whines chasing his own high.

You know your just his toy, it’s his way of keeping any emotions slipping and confusing your long history of your friendship. However, it did mean he couldn’t care less about your own release.

Choking on his words told you he wasn’t far as your walls clamped around him, before you chased your own. “I’m going, shit, Y/N I’m going to cum,” he warns as your body warms. “Wait,” you plead as you close in on your own. Pushing your ass back to meet his thrust, you bite your lips as your high tethers. “Y/N can’t,” he whines pained as he can’t hold back. Thrusts becoming sluggish you feel him filling you with his hot cum that pushes you over the edge. Milking the remaining drops from him, his head lols into your back.

“So what did you fancy doing today?” He said leaning over you to pull his bottoms up. “I don’t know, surprise me,” you whisper still catching your breath. “Fried chicken and beer then,” he teases as you weakly bend to pull your bottoms up. “Is that’s what you fancy doing?” you chuckle as you turn to face him, his back is to you as always while he calms his blushes.

“I was joking Y/N,” he says as you walk towards the window with him following. “I know,” you sigh looking at the snow heavily falling.

“You didn’t tell me it was snowing,” you moan looking at him. “It wasn’t when I came in, though there was problems with the lift so it took me a while to get up here,” he moaned rolling his eyes.

“You sure you look warm enough?” Chan asked as you wrapped yourself around your arms at the biting chill in the air. “It’s fine nothing a stroll won’t sort,” you said as you clapped your gloved hands to help warm them. Listening to Chan talk about his Christmas walking slightly ahead, you couldn’t miss the opportunity for some fun. Scooping some snow up, face looking innocently when he fleetingly looked your way, you rolled the ice. “Chan,” you coo’s as he turned your way to meet the snowball you threw narrowly missing him.

“You for Real Y/N,” he said with his hands on his hips looking serious momentarily, before a smile rises on his face. Like you was kids you recognised the grin before he sped to roll his snow. Jogging on the white ground to get away you dashed to the fields, Chan following as he was calmly strolling, flicking the ball into the air and catching it. “Do you want to play Y/N,” he smirks as you shriek dashing with him following. It didn’t matter how far you ran he caught up and you was soon met with the thud of the impacting snowball. Chuckling you dash to make one of your own, being disturbed by another, smashing against your arm. Tossing yours it fell straight in to his face. Smirking as he brushed the snow off, he charged at you as your arms gripped around him falling into the snow.

Hands resting behind your head before you both fell to the snow impacted ground, his eyes locked with yours. A view in his eyes you never witnessed before, as he look lost in yours. “You can’t be horny again,” you chuckle as you felt his bulge growing between you.

Lust filled eyes, he looks around hungrily looking for a spot to get his needs that he rarely could handle waiting for. Jumping up he helped you find your feet, before he dashed you to the toilets in the park, heels holding when you realised the destination. “Really Chan can we not wait till we’re at the hotel?” you moan resisting as he pulled you into the damp smelly loos. “Hey I just need a release that’s all, it don’t have to be perfect surely, it’s not like we’re dating,” he whines as he pulls you in. “I don’t think I could release in here,” you groan as you look around the cubical. “Hey your the stress ball remember, it’s my job to release,” he chuckled as you swat him.

Sitting on the loo reaching to free his cock, he pumps himself wincing with uncomfortableness from the pressure of his hard on. “Fine,” you say Rolling your eyes as you remove your bottoms to straddle him, hovering over the tip. “You make it sound like you don’t enjoy sex with me,” Chan asks cupping your face. “Sometimes no, especially now,” you growl. Hands gripping your waist, he pulls you down his cock as you cry out. “Chan,” you whine as your head lolls into his neck, “baby please move,” Chan pleads as his hands helps to bring your bounce against his cock. “Please,” he says and you know he’s pouting, facing him you see your correct as you start to work with him.

Meeting his thrusts your eyes lock, an experience you’ve not really seen before. Paces speeding with his impatient rush, he closes his eyes biting his lips as he chases his own. Fingers gripping into his shoulders you chase yours too. Hands falling to bunch your ass as he loses himself in his chase, has you cry as you feel his member hitting you perfectly. Eyes reopening to shut once again like he’s scared to look, he bites his lips. Letting your own teeth rake alongside it when he leaves it unaccompanied, growling as you bite in. “Fuck Y/N,” he chokes as you release him, walls clamping around his cock. Moans between you both fill the air as your high is rushed into you. Convulsing around his cock pushes him into his own, nails digging in to your waist as he fills your pussy up with his seed.

Eyes still closed you feel his body tense as you brush kisses upon his nose, before you attempt to catch your breath. Lifting you from him you almost trip as you lean to the wall to hold you up right. Rushing out the cubicle you pull your jeans up, feeling a little used more then normal. “Hold up,” you scold him when you reach him waiting outside. “Why the rush, you left me in there,” you said scoffing as he placed an awkward clearly fake smile on his face. “Trying to make you keep yourself warm remember,” he said looking around as if he was looking for a distraction. “Ooh coffee stand,” he said dashing in the view of the shack. You mind was confused with him, even his extra odd behaviour.

Walking back through the park like earlier never happened, coffee warm in your palm, you chuckled gossiping away. Reaching the hotel the snow began to fall heavier, gripping your hand you both jogged, belly’s full of laughter as you raced towards the lift.

This time it was Chan’s turn to still as you turned to him confused. “I don’t trust this thing,” he scoffs looking at the lift. “Chan it’ll be fine,” you shoot him a reassuring smile. “It was very temperamental earlier they had to bring maintenance in,” he said looking at it almost in fear. “Chan as you said maintenance, that means it’s fixed,” you said pulling him in as he relented.

As soon as the doors shut the light started flickering as Chans hands gripped around yours. “See, what did I say,” he cry’s as it jolts you while the lift loses life. “Fuck, shit, Y/N I knew it, why didn’t you listen to me,” he panicked pressing the alarm button on the lift. “Baby, baby calm,” you say rushing to him, pressing your hand against his chest. “Y/N it’s my birthday and I’m stuck in a lift,” he whines. “But your with me I’ll look after you I promise,” you sooth him.

Hands reaching to his jean buttons in an attempt to find a way to calm his panic you hear him gulp. Dropping to your knees you tug at his bottoms exposing his slowly hardening cock. Lifting his shaft you kiss and suckle around his balls, feeling life spring into his member. “Y/N,” he groans as your lips find his now hardened rod, sliding your mouth around him. Starting a slow pace as you bob up and down his shaft, you feel his hands gently fall to your hair. Fingers lacing into your scalp his thrusts meet your pace.

He’s more gentle then he’s ever been, like he’s matching you instead of rushing his own high. Eyes glazed over as your eyes meet, even in the flickering light you notice a view normally worn by Byeongkwan, one of admiring emotions. Moans filling the air as you speed against him, when he returns to his usual self. Eyes closed as he chases his high, his hands tighten there grip around your hair. Throat vibrating up his shaft as you gag against his quickening thrusts, has his moans booming around the lift. Lights brightened does nothing to stop his chase as you hear the lift starting to come to life. “Fuck I’m going to,” he whimpers as the lift shakes into action. Cumming deep into your throat he hits his high, spilling his salty snack into another hole.

Lifting his jeans he pulls you up to press your lips to his before the door opens to the rescue team, who’s thankfully on your floor. There blushed faces to your romantic clinch as you nod thanking them, before holding hand as you walk into your room chuckling like teenagers. His eyes fall to your hand and he jolts them apart like he remembered your not lovers.

“Why do you do that, like I’m someone you don’t like?” you asked as he looks to the floor. “Don’t be silly we’re friends you know I like you,” he says turning to remove his coat. “You know that’s not what I meant,” you scoff arms folded determined to get an answer. “Because this is my way of not falling into something more then friendship,” he said brushing his hands through his hair. “This is just a pact remember that Y/N,” Chan says biting his lip to hold his words back. “I know, I was the one who made it, I was there,” you scoff annoyed. “Y/N when we have sex, your someone random, when we don’t, your my best friend,” he says as your heart pings with pain hearing his words, despite already knowing it. “Ok,” you say ending the conversation throwing yourself on the bed.

“Oh please don’t sulk, see I give you one shred of emotion and you get carried away,” he complains as you sit up to face him. “What the hell you on about? You know I don’t, you know I didn’t,” you reply almost bitterly.

“I’m going for a shower can we please end this conversation,” Chan said as he storms into the bathroom. Tears flowing from your eyes confused why and how this blew up and why your heart was hurting heavily.

You come from the bathroom dressed ready for your meal out when you realise the rooms empty. Dashing to your phone gives answers as you find the text.

‘Downstairs drinking while I wait a million years for you to get changed, plus there was no way I was getting in that lift. No matter how amazing you are at sucking me off 😉’

You shake your head cursing him as you grab your bag to make your way downstairs.

You both look to find each other, you both gasping as you took each other in. Smirking you walk towards him melting mixed with amusement. “Kang Yuchan, a suit, wow don’t you scrub up well,” you compliment stroking the sleeves of him. “Your not too bad yourself Y/N,” he blushes as you feel the awkwardness tension threaten. “So who you here to impress birthday boy,” you say looking around the room. “You,” he said making you startled as you look at him mouth agape.

“Don’t go getting ahead of yourself, but your right, I am cold with you and that’s wrong. We’re friends we always have been and I can prove to you I can still be romantic and flick towards friendship,” he says smiling as you nod impressed with his personality change. “For one night only you get the flowers and hearts,” he whispers as he holds his hands to you. “Well that would work if you actually brought me them,” you teased. “Well let me pollenate and turn you into one then,” he winks as you chuckle shaking your head with his flirting.

You spend the night drinking, Chatting, but also flirting as if you was already a dating couple. Hands laced between the table that you was glad you had seated away from prying eyes.

“It’s almost midnight, fancy seeing something really cool?” He asks as you nod. “But we’re stair walking,” he warns as you stand. Sitting down scowling he chuckled. “Fine I walk you can get the lift,” he says pulling you from the chair, resting a kiss on your forehead.

“What floor?” you ask as you step into the lift without him. “The top,” he smiles as you look at him confused. “See you there,” he chuckles as the lift door shuts.

You feel like you’ve waited forever, standing outside the lift when Chan appears, both your coats in hand. You look at the clothing as he reaches you. “To keep you warm,” he smiles as he pulls you to some stairs. “Really,” you scoff as he placed your coat in your hands. “It’s one flight of stairs it won’t kill you,” he says Rolling his eyes as he pulls you up them.

Opening the doors you feel the icy air attack you. “Shit,” you complain rushing to put your coat on. “Told you you would need it,” he smirked, putting on his own. Tugging your hand he pulls you along the roof to a sheet on the floor and a bucket of champagne on ice. A couple of blankets folded along with some battery candle lights, you turn to smile at him. “You did this for me?” you squeal, “one night only,” he said cupping your face pressing kisses to your lips more patiently then before. “Quick it’s almost New Years,” he says walking to the blanket sitting. Tapping the space between his open legs you go to join him, sliding yourself in between his thighs. Arms pulling you closer around your waist that you feel his breath in your ear excite you. A quick glance of the phone has him starting the countdown which you join in.

As midnight falls the night sky flashes with colours of many fireworks as Chan hold tightens. “Happy New Year’s Day baby,” he coos as his lips find your neck. “To you too Channie,” you coo as you feel his member dig into your back. “Horny again,” you tease as he sniggers against your skin. “For you always,” he said pressing on your face to meet his kiss.

“I need you,” you pant after what feels like eternity on his lips. “I’m normally the first one to say that,” he chuckles before slipping from behind you making you slouch backwards. Walking on his knee you found him right in front of you, “I think we need each other,” he coos as his lips return to help push you to your back. Leaving you to fetch the blankets to throw over you both, his hands unzip you from your coat. Nipples erecting instantly to the cold night, his hands fondled your clothed breasts. Hands slipping them out, his lips find your nipple to kiss as he rolls his tongue around the bud, before repeating the process to the next.

“Yuchan please,” you plead rolling your pelvis into him, hungry yourself as you feel your panties dampen. “Patience baby,” he coos rolling your nipple with his fingers. When he finished with your breasts he chuckles at your pout relenting.

Hands slipping between your folds he feels the wetness smirking heavily. “Oh Y/N all for me I should do heart and flowers more often,” he teases slipping his fingers into your core to fuck his digits into you.

“Please Chan I need your dick, I don’t keep you waiting like this,” you cry, hands falling to brush his hands away to avoid his attack.

Chuckling he reaches for his shaft and slides himself gently in. Lips falling to yours, he kisses you as he starts his pace, slowly at first but more passionate like he’s making love. Tongues colliding, you both suckle down each other’s moans as you feel his pace increase. You can hear your heart thumping as your eyes lock as if your frozen in this moment. Walls clenching around him, he picks one of your legs to wrap around his waist as you follow with the other. Hands pulling him as close to you as you can, you feel your heart sucking up this beautiful man. He’s not your friend in this moment, he’s not even a pact deal or a conquest. He’s your everything, your world , the other part of you. Your pelvis fastens against his as his lips leave you momentarily.

“Cum Y/N, I want you to cum all over my cock,” he says, his eyes burning into yours. As if your core obeys you feel it build, thighs shaking as his thrusts become heavier. “My baby cum,” he coos and just hearing his slight claim pushes you over the edge. Cry’s into the air, you convulse around him before he fastens his speed as you clamp down onto him. “Fuck,” he cry’s as he chases his high, “fill me Yuchan,” you plead. Your words seem to push him over his edge as he fills you, your sure the whole neighbourhood can hear his moans as he rides it out.

Sitting on his knee he slowly lets himself slip from you. “Fuck Y/N, it’s a good thing your on something, this will definitely pollinate you,” he coos Placing the tip of his semi against you. Fucking his cum back in, he watches in amazement before his eyes find yours blushing. “Too much heart and flowers right?” He questions as you shake your head smiling as you sit up.

“Before I forget, here,” he smiles passing you a small box. “Wait,” you scowl at him as he looks deadpan your way. “No Y/N one night, remember not forever,” he chuckles as you open to find a couple of Ying Yang pendents. The black side is a pearl, your birthstone and the silver is a blue topaz which is his. “It’s a friendship necklace,” he smiles taking the silver half out. “This is yours,” he says as he places it around your neck. “And this,” he adds as he placed the black half around his. “This is mine, so we’re always connected, what ever happens,” he says before his lips press to yours. “Very heart and flowers,” you chuckle breaking the kiss. “No, it’s friends forever,” he repeats as you nod.

“Oh and I have yours,” you say reaching to your clasp bag passing him an envelope. “Money, you got me money?” He questions. “Nope like you, I put thought into yours too,” you smile as he opens it in anticipation. His eyes widen as the grin on his face follows. “No Y/N you didn’t, how?” He questions looking at you in awe. “I know some people, even if I’m not an idol myself,” you scoff enjoying watching the excitement. “But this is, yeah omg, tickets to meet Son Heungmin when he comes back, like there super rare to get,” he says still in almost disbelief. “Omg Y/N we shouldn’t do this date night thing again, otherwise I won’t ever let you go back to the guys again,” he chuckled pressing his lips to yours.

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daggerzine · 8 months

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Gary Olson talks afternoon into evening! (interview by Eric Eggleson).

It’s been a while since I caught up with Gary Olson of The Ladybug Transistor; he’s quite the busy guy, but he’s never too busy to take time out of his schedule for Dagger. When he told me about a reunion tour and an amazing concert in Norway, I had to find out more.

How did you end up in the Norwegian festival? (Egersund) The Ladybug Norway connection goes back a couple of decades now. We had a lot of opportunity to play there in the early 2000s after Albemarle Sound was released. Audiences were great and we developed a lot of lasting friendships. It seemed like a natural place for a reunion.

What was it like playing the old tunes again? How much preparation went into practice? Oh, so much fun! It really brought home that we had four distinct writers (Gary, Jeff, Jennifer, and Sasha) in those days and our individual styles rounded into something special. We chose a set list months in advance and made notes… Everyone came prepared as we only had four days for rehearsals. We practiced in Norway as most of us live in different cities these days. Julia and I are in New York, Sasha is in Montana, Jeff is in Burlington, and Jennifer is in Pittsburgh.

How did you choose your setlist? We got together in 2019 to play the entire Albemarle Sound record for its 20th anniversary so we stuck with what worked best from that set and added some of the stronger material from Argyle Heir and Self-Titled.

Many great bands at Egersund, which were you excited to see? There was so much to see in those few days! High Water Marks, Minus 5, No Ones, Rishis and Teenage Fanclub. A new band called Colored Lights really stood out. They have an LP out soon that you should check out.

Did you join any of them on stage? Sasha and Jennifer sat in with the No Ones for a song.

How long were you in Norway? A few weeks. We arrived early to settle in, practice and do some sightseeing… hiking in the fjords. It’s a spectacular place to spend time in the summer. I did a duo tour with Ole Johannes (The Loch Ness Mouse) following the Ladybug show so that kept me there an extra couple of weeks.

The Elephant 6 documentary also aired; was that your first time seeing it? Yes, glad to finally see it. I was waiting for the opportunity to watch it on the big screen in a proper theater. Jeff Baron took part in the Q & A, along with Hilarie from Apples (and The High Water Marks), and Adrian from Elf Power.

Let’s move on to the reunion tour. Why only these five venues? We had a show at The Andy Warhol Museum booked in fall of 2020 and that got postponed during the pandemic. When they rescheduled for this year, we decided to build a little tour around it. Five shows seemed manageable. If it goes well, we will certainly be open to more.

Why these venues? Have you played at them before? We’ve played at Schubas in Chicago many times, but it’s been a while. We played Warhol ages ago. The rest are all new to us.

Any chance for more dates later? 2024 will be the 25th anniversary of The Albemarle Sound so I hope we have the opportunity to do something special. Feel welcome to make any suggestions!

Will you be bringing merchandise? (My t-shirts are getting small!) Yes, working on that now. Sasha is an astrology enthusiast and says this is meant to be the year of Ladybug’s return so we may make some comet themed merch.

Any news on opening acts? Kyle Forester and his band will open in Brooklyn. It seems especially appropriate as he’s been such a good steward to Ladybug through the years. Giant Day (Derek Almstead and Emily Growden) are opening in Pittsburgh. And we've just confirmed that Derek will be joining us on drums for the November dates.

Will you be playing any new songs? Just the oldies, but It would be fun write some new ones with them.

And now some updates on your production work. What bands have you been working or will be working with? Finishing some of Phil Sutton’s projects, Love Burns and Pale Lights. He’s a constant in the studio. I just completed an album for Auguste Juillet Meets The Swedish Miles, which is Jay (Hough) from Sapphire Mansions latest project. That should be out later this year. I worked on the new Sloppy Heads album that was recently released. Give them all a spin!

Are you writing any new music? Your solo album came out in 2020 (Wow, where did the time go?). Loved that, I’m also a huge Loch Ness Mouse fan! How did that come about? Ole Johannes from Loch Ness has been a close friend since my early visits to Norway. We started writing songs together along with his brother Jørn about six years ago and that evolved into an album. It’s a great partnership and we will do more.

Looks like Let’s Whisper is your most recent release. (That also includes Jeff!) Yes, it’s always great to work with the Vermont crew.

I see Jennifer is releasing another The Garment District album in the fall. Very excited for Jennifer’s new Garment District album. I got a preview of the vinyl, and it looks and sounds wonderful.

Well, there you have it, Gary is as friendly today as he was back when I interviewed him many years ago. (Time to check the Dagger archives.) I’ve listed the venues and ticket websites if you’re interested in catching this reunion tour. I know I won’t miss this one. I’m hoping the tour goes well so more cities can be added.

www.gary-olson.bandcamp.com

www.tapeterecords.de

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rapgame-daria · 2 years

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wow. el oh el. i seriously never would have thought that i’d get to this point. currently in my very first real romantic relationship and i hate it here. i don’t hate it here but from the beginning, i’d been having doubts. things never felt 100%. do they ever? no seriously, i’d like to know. because it’s one thing to sit on the sidelines watching hopeful hearts lose themselves for whoever shows them a love they’ve been missing…but to see myself do the same…and make excuses and push its inevitable end to the edge of the crumbling cliff that is my patience…..i’m so sad lol. like the sadness i feel right now, i imagine that challenge where people are pouring more and more water into a nearly overflowed cup until it finally falls over. not enough tears will come and i just need this release. maybe the release will be finally saying those words. “i don’t want us to date anymore”. i can’t even bring myself to say break up. because i don’t know if it’s something about them or if i’m scared of losing people i may miss…but i really love him. i truly want the best for him and to see him win. but i can’t do it as his girlfriend anymore. i’m so sad. i’ve been through this before where i thought i didn’t want someone in my life and i let them know that and i later regretted it (for years).

we work in some levels or otherwise, i wouldn’t have entered this stage of our relationship. and if i’m being honest, i was kind of pressured into labeling it. but i was still excited for it. at some point, all of that excitement was just gone. i kept going back in the vault for a handful whenever i’d have doubts about him, about us. i checked back yesterday and everything was just gone. maybe not everything because i’m still sad. but maybe that’s just the feeling of me trying to get used to the idea without him in my life.

it hasn’t been going on for too long. we met on march 23rd. on this ghetto ass dating app😭. the level of comfort i felt talking to him those first couple months are so unmatched to what i’ve felt in the past. i miss him already and i still have the option of telling him this. but i know he’d take it the wrong way. i miss him and us when we first met. things were so new and i was feeling things i can truly say i’d never felt before. after our first date, after the movie when we sat in the car and talked for about an hour about how great we felt… i thought i’d truly found a soulmate. i miss him. i’m going to miss so much of him. he’s smart, thoughtful, comforting, warm. i miss him. i’ll miss our hugs from when they were genuine. and our first kiss. i let him know how i did not like kissing and always avoided it, we ended up spending the day making out in the back of my car. i went home so happy that day. i could do that because i wasn’t scared of you. i wasn’t scared of judgement. you assured me constantly. as if you saw my freshman year of hs self and said “just hold my hand”. i feel so safe with you. that is so new.

it almost seems so selfish of me to be thinking about how much i’ve settled in the past and i how i don’t plan to do that anymore in the future before i’ve even told you about this. but that’s just how i feel. i loved you. i love you. i can no longer love you the way that i used to. and i hope that’s okay but i’ll miss you. i won’t forget you because you set the bar. you made the path a little clearer so that i could see farther ahead. you lifted my chin because for so long, i’d been staring at my feet and the ground picking up whatever looked pretty. filling my hands and heart with things that i knew could not really feed me. it’s fun to have experiences and stories and colorful characters a part of my memories. but where are my loves? where had this affection been hiding? has it been hiding from me? or have i been to impatient to wait on what could’ve been mine? i don’t mind having to keep walking. i take part i. this journey for a reason. i don’t mind having my feet hurt a little, my mouth getting dry, my eyes getting weary, my heart getting weary, my clothes getting worn. because i can rest, i can charge and change my clothes. i’ll be fine. i hope you’ll be fine. i want to be there for you. am i being selfish or just allowing you space to be? that’s a discussion for another day.

i’ll miss you. but tomorrow, i’m breaking up with you. i’ll want to imagine the millions of ways things could’ve felt better between us and myself sticking around waiting for one of those ways. but i’m so tired right now. now is that time for rest.

i’ll miss you and i’ll cry for you. my love. my sweet. i’m worried about not saying everything i have to say about you, you’ll linger on the forefront of my mind for too long. but maybe that’ll help me grieve. this was just to help me open up the flood gates. because i intend to cry. i need to cry and grieve my first relationship. you’re so special. i’d say i don’t think i’ll ever meet anyone like you again but i’m actually really hoping on it. you are so great. maybe you shouldn’t see this after all, idk lol.

i love you. just like us, i don’t want this post to end. i don’t want to forget everything you’ve ever made me feel. you gave me such a meaningful experience, i’m worried it’ll be once in a lifetime. and if i let you go, i’ll be letting go of my salvation.

signing off now to either cry some more or distract myself from crying more.

love you🫂.

#06/06/2022 #i miss you already toast🥹

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

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ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Word count: 3199

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of blood, and assault.

Title: ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Summary: Your Alpha walks in on you being tied to a chair and he is not happy.

Prologue:

You had been a well-kept secret from the public. No one knew that your famous Pro Hero Alpha was courting an Omega or even in a long-standing relationship. Your Alpha was too paranoid about your safety to let any of the news outlets find out about your existence.

You supposed it would have been beneficial for the public to know now that you were in this situation. Surely if the villains knew they would come across an Omega, resting in their nest, they wouldn't have tried to rob the Pro Hero’s house.

You put up quite the fight once you smelled unfamiliar Alphas near your nest. One hard knock to your head had you subdued. You didn’t dwell over your quick loss considering one Alpha was nursing his swollen balls.

You got in one good kick before the painful hit fell on your head.

Now here you sat, tied to a chair, while the robbers argued with each other and what they should do now.

Shoto:

🧊🔥-“I told you we should have checked the place out before we robbed it! I would have never tried to rob the place if I had known a freaking Omega was here!” The brunette Alpha growled, glaring at his blond friend.

🧊🔥-“What’s the big deal? So what if the little icy-hot freak has a girlfriend? We will be out of here before he even comes home.” The blond scoffs, shoving expensive silverware and china into his black bag.

🧊🔥-“You should know how Alpha’s get around their Omegas! He is gonna hunt us down! I don’t want a Pro Hero on my ass.” The brunette seethed, glaring at the goose egg on your head. “Especially since you decided to hit the poor thing! We will be lucky if he doesn’t skin us alive!”

🧊🔥-“The bitch hit me in the balls! Of course, I thumped her one on the head, serves the Omega slut right!” The blonde huffed, sick of hearing his partner complain instead of ransacking the place.

🧊🔥-“Mmh.” You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to a fuzzy view.

🧊🔥-“Fucking shit! They’re waking up! I’m not dealing with a weepy Omega.” The brunette cursed, going into Shoto’s office to avoid the whole situation altogether.

🧊🔥-“Well, if it isn’t Miss nut-cracker.” The blond chuckled darkly, walking over to your tied up frame.

🧊🔥-You didn’t back down and just glared at the dumb fool.

🧊🔥-“Aren’t too smart, are you? What type of shitty criminal robs a Pro Hero? Dumb ones, that’s what.” You spit, narrowing your blurry eyes at him.

🧊🔥-No doubt you would need to go to the doctor after this whole ordeal. Not like you would have a choice. You were sure even if they didn’t lay a hand on you that Shoto would have insisted on one.

🧊🔥-“You dumb little bitch!” The blond lifted his ring covered hand to hit you again. You tried not to flinch as it came down to strike you.

🧊🔥-The brunette stood in the office doorway, his bag filled with expensive clocks and other expensive desk items.

🧊🔥-“I got everything in the office. Did you...” The brunette didn’t get to finish his sentence.

🧊🔥-The front door was busted open. Shoto had smelled two Alphas on the other side of the door and he was not pleased. He was even less pleased when the door slammed open to reveal his battered Omega tied to a chair.

🧊🔥-His mismatched eyes turned dark. The temperature in the room both dropped and elevated at the same time. His tired body was instantly filled with murderous intent.

🧊🔥-A loud growl shook the room.

🧊🔥-How DARE they lay a hand on their Omega! His vision tinted red and his fangs dropped.

🧊🔥-“This will only take a minute, Y/N. I’ll take out this trash.” He calmly said, his tone was so cold you felt yourself shiver even knowing his silent rage wasn’t directed at you.

🧊🔥-“Yes, Alpha.” You responded, making sure voice quivered a little. You may have been glaring right back at the intruders before he came but you wanted them to suffer so you played the scared Omega role.

🧊🔥-They lost your sympathy as soon as they pulled you from your nest.

🧊🔥-The robbers, who were frozen in fear by the intimidating Alpha’s entrance, shuffled into action.

🧊🔥-The brunette was quick to give his partner up. “He hit her, not me!” He said, before running down the hall, looking for a way to escape.

🧊🔥-“You fucking asshole!” The blonde shouted, trying to run out of the room as well.

🧊🔥-He didn’t get far, ice trapped his feet and his lower body soon followed. Shoto made sure to form it in a way that sharp icicles tore at his skin if he so much as moved half an inch.

🧊🔥-He wanted to shoot an icicle into his leg for good measure but he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood off his floor. He wished to burn the skin off his bone but you had forbidden him from using fire in the house.

🧊🔥-He had accidentally caught one of your favorite blankets on fire and was banned for life.

🧊🔥-“We didn’t know she was here! If we had known we wouldn’t have come!” The blond groveled, panicked at the feral look in Shoto’s eyes.

🧊🔥-“You could have left after you saw my Omega was here, but you stayed and decided to hit her too. You should be lucky I didn’t just kill you on the spot.” He growled, cutting the blond’s cheek just a bit with an ice shard.

🧊🔥-The blond just whimpered and passed out. Shoto was quick to hunt down the other and give him the same treatment. He had made it out of the house so he was pleased to release his burning anger out on him.

🧊🔥-Once they were out of the way, Shoto ran to your side and burning away the binds holding you down.

🧊🔥-“Are you okay, my Dove?” His voice was soft, his cold hand going up to your head and trying to soothe the aching bump.

🧊🔥-“Yes, I’m just a little dizzy. Everything’s a little fuzzy right now.” You leaned into his gentle touch.

🧊🔥-“I’ll call someone to deal with those two. Let’s get you to the hospital, my Dove.” He hurriedly lifted you and carried you to his car. He treated you like glass when he sat you down in the passenger seat.

🧊🔥-You leaned your head against the cold window as he dashed around to the driver’s side. Your head hurt too much to look out the window so you kept your eyes closed.

🧊🔥-Your Alpha made sure you didn’t accidentally slip asleep.

🧊🔥-You let out a small whine when a thought crossed your mind.

🧊🔥-“Alpha my nest is gonna smell like them.” You sniffed, opening your teary eyes to look at him.

🧊🔥-Shoto’s hands went white on the wheel, his face contorted into a snarl. He couldn’t wait to visit them again at the station. He had friends there that wouldn’t hesitate to turn a blind eye.

🧊🔥-His anger instantly simmered when his eyes met your glassy ones.

🧊🔥-“Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’ll buy you more. We can even go shopping at that blanket store you like so much.” He assured, taking one hand off the wheel and clasping it in yours.

🧊🔥-Your eyes lit up. “Really! It’s kinda expensive though, I don’t need new ones. I am sure we can find some nice second-hand ones.” You squeezed his hand, bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on it.

🧊🔥-Your exhausted brain choosing to ignore the specks of blood on his hand.

🧊🔥-“My Dove, what have I said about me spending money on you?” He gently reprimanded, his eyes still soft.

🧊🔥-“Accept it and say thank you.” You repeated without delay.

🧊🔥-“Exactly, I won’t hear any more about it.” He ended the discussion, his eyes focusing back on the road while his hand remained in your grasp.

🧊🔥-If your head wasn’t killing you, you would have been bouncing in your seat. “I can’t wait! They are coming out with some pretty fall blankets soon! Oooh! We have to get some cute Halloween ones too!”

🧊🔥-“Anything you want.”

Bakugo:

💥-“Why did you have to hit them!? Ground Zero is gonna come after us now!” The brunette cried, desperately holding ice to your head in hopes that the bump on it would go away.

💥-“Shut up! Get back to robbing the damn place instead of taking care of the freaking Omega.” The blond hissed, throwing a plate at the panicked Alpha.

💥-You sat back in the chair not knowing how to process the situation. You knew dating a Pro Hero was dangerous but you thought villains would be your main concern, not petty burglars.

💥-“If you leave now and don’t take anything, I’ll tell him I tripped and fell.” You wouldn’t, but they didn’t know that.

💥-“See! Let’s just leave. We can go rob some other place.” The brunette pleaded, already trying to untie you.

💥-The Omega in you wanted to feel bad for the whining Alpha but then you remembered he messed up your nest when he dragged you out of it. You Omega was fuming.

💥-I just got the nest just right! She huffed, pacing around in your head.

💥-She didn’t seem threatened by the Alphas in the room. She knew her Alpha was coming home any minute and he would take care of them.

💥-You, on the other hand, was slightly panicking now that the situation sunk in. Katsuki was gonna rip them to shreds. You Omega was already smugly licking her paws at the image, while you shuddered at the thought.

💥-“You should go. I don’t want to be mopping up your blood all night.” You urged, looking anxiously at the door.

💥-“See! We need to go!” The brunette cried, trying to tug his friend towards the door.

💥-“Shut up! We can leave once we get everything valuable.” The blonde growled, shoving off his partner.

💥-The jiggle of keys at the door made everyone in the room stop and hold their breath. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You looked at the chair you were tied to, the robbers, and back at the door.

💥-There was no way to play off the situational. I don’t want to be mopping up blood. You whined, praying your Alpha wasn’t going to go too berserk.

💥-“Hey, Spit-fire! I got us, your favorite curry you were wanting. I made sure to get it extra spicy.” He walked in carrying a bag of takeout.

💥-He paused in the doorway once he got a whiff of unfamiliar Alphas in the house. His ruby eyes viewed the scene before him. He growled at the sight of the two Alphas.

💥-From your point of view, his eyes didn’t look red anymore with how big his pupils dilated at the presence of Alphas near his Omega. His hand instantly dropped the food to the floor.

💥-The sound of the bag hitting the floor heightened the tension.

💥-His fangs instantly dropped when his nose picked up a faint coppery smell, his eyes zeroed in on the small trail of blood on your head. The growl that ripped through his chest shook the room.

💥-“Alpha, please, no blood in the house.” You pleaded, shifting against the ties holding you in place.

💥-“No promises, Omega.” His voice was so dark that you didn’t even recognize it.

💥-“The brunette didn’t hit me. He even tried to ice it. Go easy on him.” You said, knowing his control was waning.

💥-The veins on his neck looked ready to pop, his arms straining to hold themselves still and not plummet the Alphas standing before him. He eyed the patio door that was pushed open, most likely where they entered in from.

💥-That would solve the blood problem.

💥-He grinned viciously, “How about we take this outside?”

💥-He rushed the two Alphas, grabbing them by the backs of their necks and throwing them out of the house and over the balcony. He laughed darkly as he followed them, jumping from the balcony.

💥-You wiggled free from your restraints and made your way to the front door, you picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the kitchen.

💥-“Suki will be hungry after beating those two up.” You hummed, making him a plate and then making yourself one.

***

💥-“Is the water too hot?” His voice was raspy from all the yelling he did earlier.

💥-You sat with your back leaning against his chest in the bathtub. The warm water and the heat of your Alpha calmed your stressed body. Being tied to a chair was as comfortable as it looked.

💥-“It’s fine, Alpha.” You hummed, delicately washing his bruised and bloody hands.

💥-“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here sooner Omega.” You smelled a hint of sadness in his scent.

💥-“Don’t worry, Alpha. I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared one bit.” You reassured, bringing his hand up and planting delicate kisses on it.

💥-“My strong Omega,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair. He flinched when he picked up the faint smell of another Alpha. He snapped up the bottle of shampoo and poured half the bottle on your head.

💥-“Got to get this disgusting scent off you, Omega.” He growled, gently scrubbing your scalp.

💥-“Alpha! That shampoo is fifty bucks!” You gasped, picking up the half-empty bottle.

💥-“I’ll buy you another one.” He assured, rinsing of the soapy suds and giving your head another sniff.

💥-“Much better.” He hummed, pulling you tighter against his chest.

Hawks:

🍗-“You shouldn’t be here.” You whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself, the ties preventing you from doing so.

🍗-“Why the fuck did you have to hit them? You know I can’t handle weeping Omegas, my Alpha hates it.” The brunette growled, trying to awkwardly pat your arm.

🍗-You winced away from his touch, another Alphas touch was too repulsive. You felt your skin crawl as his fingers grazed your arm. The thump on your head making you more nauseous than you already were.

🍗-“So what if your Alpha is a pussy. Unlike you mine enjoys their cries.” The blond smiled at the tears dripping down your face. “The bitch deserved it anyways.”

🍗-“Whatever.” The brunette scoffed, rolling his eyes and going back to robbing the place.

🍗-“You guy’s really shouldn’t be here...” You tried to warm them but you were too late. The door creaked open, your heart warming and racing at the sound. You knew it would be a bloodbath once Kei realized what was going on.

🍗-“Baby bird! I hope you are already in comfortable clothes, I’m ready to cuddle in our nest.” His soothing voice causing you to relax in the chair.

🍗-“Alpha.” You cried, your head still throbbing.

🍗-The silence was enough to tell you he spotted the two Alphas in the room.

🍗-“Omega.” He growled, his eyes bleeding red, the sight of blood trailing down your head sent him into a frenzy.

🍗-His wings puffed out, the room suddenly flooded with crimson feathers. You felt two feathers sailing your way and cutting the bonds holding you. You swiped them up in your grip and clutched them to your chest.

🍗-The soft texture of them calming you down some.

🍗-A feral roar sounded throughout the room. You ignored the harsh thumps coming from behind you, the sound of one of the robber’s heads getting bashed into your kitchen counter made you wince.

🍗-You wanted to get up and get away from everything but your body was in shock and it wouldn’t let you do anything but clutch the crimson feathers to your chest. Your other hand was rested on your stomach.

🍗-You tried to warn them. Nothing was more dangerous than someone harming a pregnant Alphas mate. You were still pretty early along so they might not have been able to smell it in your scent.

🍗-You Alpha was sure able to, the instant he got a small whiff of it he was chirping happily against your stomach. You had a hard time getting out of his ruby wings that day.

🍗-“You DARE harm my mate and chick!” You felt the pure rage behind his words.

🍗-The blond was already passed out on the floor, his front teeth knocked out. The brunette was about to pass out with him, your Alpha choking him with his shirt. He made sure to use his feather to cut up his arms and face.

🍗-His wings behind him puffing up and flapping angrily.

🍗-“Didn’t know...” The brunette slurred, his head bashed in as much as his friend’s head.

🍗-If they wanted to hit his Omega on the head then he was all too pleased to return the favor. The brunette finally succumbed to his injures and blood loss, he went slack in Kei’s hands.

🍗-Kei dropped him to the grown without care.

🍗-“Pathetic.” He hissed.

🍗-His head snapped up in your direction once he heard your tiny sniffles. He was at your side in an instant.

🍗-“Oh, baby bird.” He cooed, lifting you from the chair and wrapping his arms and wings around you.

🍗-“Alpha, I told them to leave.” You whined, snuggling into his chest.

🍗-“I know, baby bird.” He soothed, breathing in your scent, checking on the baby chick in your belly. They seemed well. He was still gonna fly you to the hospital. He made his way to the balcony outside and spread his wings, without a second thought he jumped.

***

🍗-“Don’t worry, Omega. I already ordered some new blankets. They should be here by tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind the guest bedroom for now.” He hummed, he was curled around your balled up form.

🍗-You didn’t even build the nest surrounding you, Kei delicately dropped you down on the bed and instantly began building the nest. He would angrily chirp if you so much as lifted a finger.

🍗-Everything was fine with you and the pup, or chick as Kei liked to call them. As soon as you arrived home Kei refused to leave your side or let you out of his sight.

🍗-You were not to roll over on your side without his permission.

🍗-“Thank you, Alpha.” You thanked, nuzzling your head into one of his soft wings.

🍗-“I also called a security company, they will be here to set up a new system tomorrow.” He informed, nuzzling into your hair.

🍗-One of his hands was tangled in your hair and the other was snugly cupping your stomach.

🍗-“No more Alphas in the house.” You sniffled, shaking your head.

🍗-“Of course, baby bird. I told them, beta’s only.” He reassured, kissing your head.

🍗-“I love you, Alpha.” You whispered, almost lulled to sleep.

🍗-“I love you, too baby bird.”

First HC I have done in a while, also the first time writing for Hawks! What did you think of him? I hope you enjoyed it! Please be sure to leave a comment and like! I really enjoy hearing your reactions. 💕

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ushiluv · 3 years

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Good Little Girl

step-daddy!atsumu x reader

recently divorced, your mom was quick to find a new boy toy to spend her time with, but what happens when that boy toy finds interest in you? (wc: 1635)

warnings

somnophilia (kinda?), creepy tsumu, overstimulation, age gap (reader is an adult), one (1) pussy slap and one (1) face slap, dumbification, reader has female anatomy, size kink, nipple play, breeding kinda, sex with no protection... also NOT proof read (yet)

note from the author

this is the first smut i’ve ever published pls lmk what you think about it and what i could improve! always open to criticism

The divorce did not take as big of a toll on your mom as you thought it would. You thought that being cheated on by her husband of 20 years would ruin her life but it didn’t, quite the contrary actually.

When you met Atsumu, you didn’t really know what to think. 28 years old and a career already secured, you wondered what he and your mother had in common. The age gap between them was big, big enough to make people’s eyes widen at the revelation of it, but neither him or your mom seemed to care.

Atsumu was quick to develop an interest in you. Who wouldn’t? You were everything he wanted and more; the thought of the woman he was dating was already far gone for him, he wanted you and what Atsumu wants, Atsumu gets. That probably explains the lingering touches on your body, the far too heavy stares on you, the weird interest in your love life. You couldn’t deny that the attention he gave you didn’t make you feel a little funny on the inside. Atsumu was a clearly attractive and successful man, but it felt wrong. Wrong, but not wrong enough for you to play with yourself at night, wishing it was his fingers instead of yours, and fantasizing about a reality where you two could be a couple.

Little muffled moans left your mouth, it was late at night, your mom and her boyfriend already fast asleep. With a hand on your mouth and the other down your pretty baby blue panties, you started wondering how Atsumu’s hands would feel, how his calloused experienced hands would toy with you. The thought was enough to bring you to the edge and you finally released with a whimper of his name leaving your pretty lips. Too tired to move, you fell asleep in the same position, one hand on your stomach and the other on your naked chest.

Atsumu was a morning person. Getting out of the bed he shared with the woman next to him last night, he made his way to your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before the day started. Slightly pushing your bedroom door, the sight in front of him left him breathless. Your nipples were perked due to the cold temperature of the room, your sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, Atsumu felt his boxers getting tighter. He didn’t know what pushed him to do his next move, he knew deep down it was wrong but he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He welcomed himself inside your room and quietly closed the door behind him.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered to himself as he placed a knee on your bed and leaned down. A hand of his came up to your face to push away a few strands of hair, letting him catch a better view of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Gonna take good care of you.”

He was quick to kiss the skin of your boobs, warming them up for his hot tongue. He would look up at you once in a while, checking if his ministrations had woken you up but you were still in deep sleep. Feeling bolder, he opened his mouth and let himself suck on your left nipples, coating the little bud with his saliva. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down a bit, causing a little whimper to leave your mouth. He smirked to himself as he continued toying with your chest.

The weight on your chest began to be hard to ignore. Opening your eyes slowly, the sight in front of you almost made you believe you were still dreaming.

“T-tsumu?” your voice was quiet and sleepy, but it only made his cock twitch.

“Shh pretty girl” he kissed your jaw “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded. Taking this as a sign, Atsumu properly straddled your hips and helped you take off your shirt.

He let out a breath. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me when your mom is away.” his voice was raspy and soft, he tried to keep it down. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Fantasizing about your mother’s boyfriend.” a low chuckle left his mouth as your cheeks turned a bright red colour.

He left a kiss on your forehead and lowered his hand down your body until it reached your crotch. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his hand toyed with the hem of your cotton panties. With a finger, he circled your clit and hummed as he felt the sticky wetness that slowly grew on the fabric.

“You’re soaking wet. Gonna let me ruin your pretty panties? Gonna let me make a mess out of you?”

You were about to respond but the only sound that left your mouth was a loud moan caused by how two of his fingers pinched your clit. “Please touch me.” you breathed.

“But I am touching you, baby. You gotta be more precise, use your words.”

“Please touch me properly, daddy, I’ll do anything.”

Cooing at your begging attempt, he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside of you. The tightness made him groan and the sound only made you clench around him.

“I can’t wait to destroy you” he mumbled to himself. His fingers started going in and out of you as his thumb played with your little bundle of nerve. Your little whimpers started growing louder and he wanted nothing more to hear you scream his name but he couldn’t afford getting caught either. He leaned down to press a messy open mouthed kiss on your lips, his fingers still toying with your cunt.

“If you want daddy to keep playing with you, you have to keep quiet.” he said against your lips. You slightly nodded and brought a hand to your mouth, hoping it would lower your sounds.

Feeling you get tighter around his two fingers, he let a globule of spit fall in your cunt, making everything even messier. The sight it was enough to bring you over the edge. You climaxed over his fingers with a hand on your mouth while a few praises left his mouth and traveled to your ears.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” he removed his hand from your messy hole and gave a small tap to your clit. The gesture made you flinch. “Came around daddy’s fingers with no shame.”

Seeing him bring his fingers to your mouth, you parted your lips open and invited them in. Your tongue swirled around his two digits and you could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. Grabbing his wrist with two hands, you removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Wanna make daddy feel good now.” you said, looking up at him.

Atsumu swore he lost his mind at that moment. Without wasting any time, he lowered his boxers to his thighs and let his cock spring free. With wide eyes, you wondered if you would be able to take him. He started playing with you using the tip of his cock, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Is it gonna fit?” you asked with a small voice.

“Hm?” Atsumu was mesmerized by how tiny your cunt looked next to him. “We’ll make it fit.”

As he said those words, he pushed slightly into your hole. The tip made it past your entrance. Seeing the tears in your eyes, Atsumu smirked to himself.

“You’re doing so good, doll. Taking me so good” he pushed a bit more, “The worst is already over lemme bottom out, baby, please” he begged as he waited for any form of consent from you. When you nodded your head, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one swift motion, his cock was finally fully inside you. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and that one spot even you have a hard time to reach. It’s when he started moving that you felt yourself completely lost.

“ ‘so… is so good” you breathed.

“Yeah? Princess is going stupid over her daddy’s cock?” he gave a light slap to your right cheek “Look at you drooling like a dumb puppy.” he chuckled.

He kept drilling into you, muttering a few curse words and groaning when he felt your gummy walls clench around him. He started rubbing messy circles on your clit with three fingers, all thought of waking up your mom were already forgotten, he just wanted to feel you cum around his dick no matter how loud you two were being.

“I’m almost there daddy” you said as your nails dipped into his forearms.

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cream”. He groaned

A few more thrusts were enough to make you come undone around him. The clenching of your cunt had him spill his load inside you. With his cock still in your warmth, he let himself fall on you, hugging your body closer to his. None of you said anything for a few minutes, still recuperating from the shock of your orgasms. He leaned back again and slowly removed his dick from your pussy, taking a mental picture of how you clenched around nothing as some of his cum spilled out of your hole. He put his boxers back to place and replaced your panties into their original position.

He patted your crotch.“Keep it inside you, don’t want you to waste a drop.”

You hummed, too dizzy to hold a proper conversation. Suddenly, a sense of panic took over you. “Wait daddy, I’m not on the pill.”

“I know, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and left your room as quietly as he entered it.

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Perspective From Another Timeline

Thanks to my betas @steelblaidd and Izzybusy!

I ADORE @buggachat new Bakery Enemies AU. This idea just kept on swirling through my head, I had to write it! This is set between parts 13 and 14, so after Adrien meets Alya and Nino but before Marinette starts sympathizing with him. AO3

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“You okay?”

Alya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be fine. I’ve weathered worse than that - we both have.”

Nino grinned at her. “True that.”

Alya smiled at him fondly, remembering Heroes Day. It was a bittersweet memory, with her having been turned against Nino and them both being akumatized.

But they had fought to protect each other as best they could. She’d seen Prime Queen’s footage, how Carapace had struggled to get her to fight against Dark Cupid’s magic, how he’d only given into despair after she’d given into akumatization.

“What did that blast do to us?” Nino wondered. “Everyone else the akuma blasted just disappeared. Why’re we still here?”

Alya’s brow furrowed. “I dunno… hold on, let me check to see whether any new info on the akuma’s been uploaded.”

Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Akuma News Alert app.

An error message popped up, telling her that she had no internet connection.

Puzzled, Alya checked her phone’s other settings.

No wifi - no wifi even recognized, much less connectable - no cell service, no connection to the outside world at all.

She glanced over at Nino. “Hey, you got any signal?”

Taking out his own phone, he quickly checked his connection. He shook his head. “Not a single bar.”

Frowning, Alya looked around. “Maybe all the cell towers were taken out?”

Everything looked intact though, no sign of any destruction at all.

Something else caught Alya’s eye. “Hey Nino, what time should it be?”

Nino blinked. “Well I mean lunch just started so it should be a little past noon-”

He glanced around, noticing the long shadows and the pinkish-orange of the evening sky.

“-which it clearly is not anymore,” he concluded.

Great. “Guess Ladybug and Chat Noir must’ve taken a while to defeat the akuma,” she said, putting her phone away. “Hopefully my parents aren’t too worried. They like me to text them just after an akuma attack, but right now…?” she gestured to her pocket.

“My folks aren’t as worried,” Nino said. “But they still expect me back home before the sun goes down. They’ll be getting nervous soon.”

Alya let out a small sigh. “So much for playing Super Penguino together.”

“Hmmm…” Nino’s eyes gleamed. “You know… it’s not night just yet. And I’m sure my parents would understand if I was a few minutes late because I grabbed a bite to eat.”

Grabbed a bite to eat? What was Nino hinting at…?

Alya looked around at their location more closely.

Wait… that blast seemed to have carried them to that one park, the one near-

Alya grinned. “I think my parents will forgive me for not calling in if I bring them fresh-baked treats from the best bakery in Paris.”

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*ring ring*

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the store.

Instantly Alya felt her shoulders loosen up, releasing tension she didn’t even know she’d had. There was just something so warm and comforting about the bakery.

Of course, a lot of that was due to the people running it. Good luck finding more friendly, caring people than Marinette’s parents. Sabine often checked up on anyone who seemed to be struggling or upset (and ready to protect them if they were - Alya had seen the video of the time a TV crew decided to invade Marinette’s privacy), and Tom was basically a giant teddy bear in human form.

But neither of them were manning the counter today.

Instead a young woman stared back at them.

A very familiar-looking young woman.

“Marinette?” Alya asked cautiously.

The woman stared at her for a minute. “Alya?” she finally asked. “What happened to you?” She paled. “Did a new supervillain attack? Is that why you and Nino are younger?”

Huh. Weirdly scared reaction from Marinette. They’d all gotten used to supervillains by now. She’d expect an older Marinette to take them in stride even more than the current Marinette.

Hm… an older Marinette, a different time of day, and Marinette not seeming to know about the latest akuma attack?

“Marinette… what year is it?”

Marinette blinked for a moment. Her eyes widened.

Seemed Marinette understood what she was getting at.

She told Alya the date.

Her hunch was right. “We’re in the future,” Alya breathed.

A wicked grin slowly spread over her face.

Five years was a long time. A lot of things could have happened. A lot of information could’ve come to light.

Like Hawkmoth’s identity.

Or more information on the Miraculous.

But most importantly right now-

She leaned in close to Marinette, making sure to keep her voice down, just in case someone else was around in the back. “So did you ever get together with a certain blond-haired, green-eyed model?”

“Uh… what?” Marinette asked, looking puzzled.

Alya snapped her fingers. “Adrien. Did you and Adrien finally get together? Ooooh, if you did you’ve GOTTA tell me how the confession went! Or, no, wait, don’t tell me, I want to get the deets at the time. Just let me know how long I’ve got to wait, girl!”

Marinette just stared at her, slack-jawed. “Adrien… like ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” she said, her volume rising with every word.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up. “Um… yes…?”

She’d thought that Marinette would be glowing about finally getting together with her crush, or dejected about still not being able to spit out what she wanted to say to him, downcast over him rejecting her, or maybe even infuriated because he mistreated her and they subsequently broke up.

(The last one was VERY unlikely though. After the Felix debacle, she’d learned to have a bit more faith in Adrien’s good nature.)

Shock at the concept of dating him? Not something she’d anticipated.

Footsteps echoed from behind Marinette.

So one of Marinette’s parents must’ve been in the back-

Adrien popped his head around the corner.

Seemed both he AND Marinette had aged well.

Not that Adrien looked all that different. Taller, definitely, maybe with slightly messier hair and… were those earrings? They looked good on him.

“Hey dude!” Nino waved at his best friend. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck.

“WOW those outfits really take the years off, huh?” Marinette said loudly, shoving them out the door. “Make you look smaller than usual. Well we better go talk about plans later okaybye-”

She promptly slammed the door behind them, physically pushing them away from the bakery.

After Marinette had dragged them a good distance away, Alya finally got over her shock, turning around and glaring at her. “What was that about?!” she asked Marinette indignantly, hands on her hips. “You know me, I wasn’t going to spill anything to him. That’s why I was talking so quietly! Why’d you have to do that?!”

Nino frowned, seeming more concerned than annoyed. “Adrien looked really hurt by that. Not cool.”

“There’s nothing to spill!” Marinette protested, gesticulating wildly. “I only met him for the first time two days ago!”

*record scratch*

Two-

Two DAYS ago?!

Ok, hold up.

“Adrien joined our collège class the day after I did! He sits in front of you in class! What’re you TALKING about?!”

“Uh… no…?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, befuddled. “I think I would remember that, even if it was a few years back.”

Alya let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, no kidding. He would be uh, difficult for you to forget. Heck, even if your memory was erased, you’ve got so much stuff revolving around him, I couldn’t see that lasting long.”

Marinette blushed. “Why do you think I have a crush on him?! He’s HAWKMOTH’S SON!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Nino yelled in unison.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth a couple years ago,” Marinette explained, pulling out her phone.

A moment later she held it up, showing a blog post from the Ladyblog.

Oooh, that’s a nice graphical design. I’ll have to look into updating my site, Alya thought.

Turning her attention to the picture, she squinted. “Hey, can you enlarge the photo?” She asked.

Marinette complied, enlarging it and turning her phone sideways, letting it fill the entire screen.

Gabriel Agreste being led away in handcuffs by the police, with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the background. Ladybug looked satisfied, with maybe a twinge of melancholy, but Chat Noir…

He stared vacantly ahead, seemingly not focused on anyone or anything, a smile on his face - but the most forced one she’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?”

Marinette frowned, looking troubled. “I don’t know. He seemed really, really upset when Hawkmoth was defeated. It was a tough battle, bad enough that neither of them have returned since, but that doesn’t explain why-”

She trailed off, lost in thought.

A moment later she looked up, meeting Alya’s eyes.

Immediately she waved her hands around, trying to ward off… something. “I- I mean, that’s what I read on the Ladyblog and what I could piece together from video footage, it’s not like I was there, NOPE. I was huddled in my room the entire time. Not like I have any insight into what Chat Noir was acting like during the battle, not beyond what any other civilian would know! That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” she let out a few forced guffaws.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up.

O...Kay…?

Maybe Marinette had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir during the final battle and hadn’t wanted anyone to know? She’d wondered whether Marinette might have a thing for Chat Noir, but her crush on Adrien dwarfed any feelings she might have had for him. Plus it’s not like Marinette would actually know Chat Noir, unlike Adrien.

Thinking about Adrien…

“He must’ve been devastated,” she murmured. Marinette looked at her questioningly. “Adrien, I mean,” Alya clarified. “Having your father turn out to be a terrorist? I can’t even imagine.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Not you TOO,” she said, her voice muffled.

Nino slowly started edging his way behind Marinette.

“What’s your problem with Adrien?” Alya asked. “Did he do something?”

Marinette glanced away. “Not… exactly… I just… I’m afraid that it might all be an act. That he might’ve been helping Hawkmoth secretly, and… and even if he wasn’t before, that he might just be biding his time, waiting until he figures out who Ladybug and Chat Noir and then BAM!” she slammed her fist down on her other hand. “He takes them out, steals all the Miraculous, frees his father and rules Paris FOREVER!”

Alya reached out towards Marinette tentatively. She collapsed into Alya’s arms.

Hugging her tightly, she sang a soft nonsense song, rubbing small circles in Marinette’s back.

She’d done this a few other times since she’d met Marinette, though she’d never thought she’d do it underneath these circumstances.

Whatever these circumstances actually were.

Did everyone have amnesia or…?

“Do you have any big memory gaps?” Alya asked once Marinette’s breathing had calmed down. “Especially from five years ago?”

Marinette shook her head.

She’d shelve that theory for now then. More likely it was…

“An alternate timeline, huh?” Alya said.

Marinette looked up at her questioningly.

“That’s what I think this is,” Alya explained. “I WAS thinking that maybe there’d been some sort of mass amnesia, but if you don’t have any memory gaps - and trust me girl, with how involved you were with Adrien, there WOULD be memory gaps - that seems unlikely. I’m betting this is some sort of alternate universe, one where Adrien never got to go to school.”

“I still don’t get why you think there’s something between me and Adrien!” Marinette said. “I mean sure, he’s pretty, but did I really fall for him just for that?”

Alya shook her head. “Actually, you hated him at first. Chloe’d been bragging about how he was her friend, and with that on top of you catching him trying to remove the gum Chloe’d planted on your seat and mistaking it for him PLANTING the gum… well… both of us just assumed he was a spoiled rich bully, just like Chloe. Luckily that turned out not to be the case.”

“How’d that misunderstanding get cleared up?” Marinette asked. “And how did your Marinette jump from that to crushing on him?”

Alya grinned. Marinette had ranted about this moment to her SO. MANY. TIMES.

“School let out later that day. It was raining and Marinette had forgotten her umbrella, so she hung back a moment, long enough for Adrien to approach her. At first she looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his greeting. But then he told you - told her I mean - that he hadn’t done it, promised that he’d just been trying to take it off with such sincerity that she had no choice but to believe it. He opened up to her, even though she’d been shunning him just moments ago. And finally he gave her his umbrella, just because he could. Because it was the kind thing to do. She’s been a goner ever since.”

The Marinette in her arms looked away. “I can see why she might have developed a crush on him. But I still dunno whether I trust him.”

“I don’t know whether I have anything that could convince you on that,” Alya admitted, “especially since this is probably a different timeline, and for all I know he could be evil here. Just make sure that you’re judging him on his own merits, okay? Not who he’s associated with. Not his fault he has so many crappy people in his life.”

“I’ll… take it under consideration,” Marinette said reluctantly.

Marinette looked from side to side. “Where’d Nino go?”

“Oh, he snuck back into the bakery several minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!”

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Nino opened the door to the bakery, letting out a small sigh of relief. He really wanted to check in on his best friend, and judging by Marinette’s behavior, she wasn’t exactly keen on him or Alya chatting with Adrien.

Thinking back on what he’d just heard, he frowned.

He wished he could say that he’d never have suspected that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

That he didn’t think Adrien’s old man could ever be capable of such evil.

But he knew better.

The guy threatened to withdraw Adrien from school and isolate him from everyone else at the drop of a hat, paid little attention to his son when he was at home, and was a very negative influence on his life in general. He might have been grieving, but… so was Adrien. He needed the only parent he had left.

And instead Gabriel had chosen to respond by becoming a supervillain and terrorizing Paris, endangering his own son in the process.

He really wished he’d gotten to hit Hawkmoth with his turtle shield more. At least he got to relish the smack he got in.

“You’re back!”

Nino looked towards the voice.

Adrien walked closer to him, a tentative grin on his face. “I didn’t think you’d return so soon!”

“I had to come back to talk to my best friend,” Nino said.

“Best friend?” Adrien asked, blank-faced.

Oh, right. According to Marinette, Adrien hadn’t joined their class. She hadn’t even met Adrien until recently.

Had some sort of memory-wiping akuma attacked? Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Do you know who I am?” Nino asked, pointing at himself.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… well I know you’re friends with the Ladyblogger and Marinette, and… sorry, that’s it.”

He looked really apologetic, like a dog who’d ripped up a bunch of toilet paper and acted guilty about it once caught.

Hm. If it had been a memory-erasing akuma, maybe he could jog Adrien’s memory…?

And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to let Adrien know that someplace, somewhere, people cared about him. If Marinette’s reaction to him was any indication, he’d need that reassurance. Being looked at with suspicion, having people run from you just because of who your dad was, thinking that you might’ve been involved in his crimes… he couldn’t imagine.

“You joined our class the day after Hawkmoth first attacked,” Nino told him, pulling out his phone.

Adrien shook his head, looking confused. “Uh… no? I wanted to, I REALLY wanted to go to school, but Father-”

He cut himself off, looking away.

“Marinette said the same thing,” Nino told him. “That you hadn’t enrolled in our class, that she’d only met you recently. I don't know what that’s about, whether everyone’s memories were wiped, or an akuma messed with the past, or what.”

Come on, come on, where was it- ah!

He clicked on a photo, one taken a few months ago, holding his phone up so his friend could get a better look.

Adrien squinted for a moment. His eyes widened. “That’s-!”

Nino nodded. “Our class photo. The official one, anyway.” He chuckled. “I liked our unofficial ones better.” Swiping to the side, he showed the new ones the class had taken at the park.

Adrien’s jaw dropped more with every new photo. He let out an involuntary bark of laughter at the one of himself, Nino, Kim, and Juleka posing. “I- I always wanted to mess around like that at photoshoots,” Adrien said. His voice trembled slightly. “But I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. And that’s mostly fun when you can share it with friends, at least share the picture, and I- I couldn’t. Chloe wouldn’t have appreciated it, and L-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Luka?” Nino asked.

He didn’t know why Adrien would know Luka and not anybody else, but he seemed the most likely option.

“Uh…” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, looking away.

Hm, he’d have to see if he had- ah!

“You played in Kitty Section too, with Luka, Rose, Ivan, and Juleka.” Nino explained, clicking on the video.

Adrien’s hands shook as Nino handed him the phone, watching the mini-concert.

“I- I was allowed to- I got to-” Adrien’s voice quavered.

“Not at first.” Nino grimaced, remembering how bummed Adrien had sounded when he called him. “Your old man said that Agrestes were soloists, and that we were all bad influences.”

“HE was the bad influence,” Adrien said. A current of anger, of venom ran through his voice that Nino had never heard before.

“Well I already knew that, even before finding out he was Hawkmoth,” Nino said, making a face. “Dude needed to chill out.”

Adrien snorted. “If he had any ‘chill’ he wouldn’t have decided that becoming a supervillain was the best way to heal my mother.”

Oh.

So THAT was why Gabriel had done it.

He’d just thought it was standard ‘I’m an asshole and want to rule the world while being a jackass to everyone in my life’ behavior.

(He still wasn’t going to rule out that being a factor.)

Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder sympathetically. “At least he’s gone now and you’re free, right?”

“Right,” Adrien said. He didn’t meet Nino’s eyes.

“Not you TOO,” Marinette had said, burying her face in her hands.

As if she found it exasperating that Alya sympathized with Adrien. As if she had expected differently.

Those worries she’d voiced as Nino had been tiptoeing away, about Adrien helping Hawkmoth, about him lying in wait, biding his time… Marinette probably wasn’t the only one to have that concern. And with Adrien’s face being as well-known as it was...

“You AREN’T free, are you?” Nino asked, eyes wide.

Adrien sighed. “I was as surprised as everyone else when I found out who Hawkmoth was. That someone who’s caused that much harm, that much trauma to this city, lived in my own house.” He clenched his fists, digging into his jean’s fabric. “I could barely believe it… no… I didn’t WANT to believe it.”

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I- I only remember snippets from right after his arrest. The police chief talking to me. Riding back to the station. It’s all a blur. Everything felt like I was processing it underwater. It was all so blurry and muffled. Even- even then, though, I could feel everyone’s accusing stares.” “I understand why, don’t get me wrong,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who wouldn’t be suspicious of the son of the terrorist who’s been making everyone’s life miserable for the past four years?” Adrien almost panted with exertion, his eyes wild. “And- and it was happening in my own house! Underneath my nose! I should have KNOWN! I could’ve stopped this!”

Reaching out, Nino pulled his friend into a hug.

Adrien stiffened for a moment, before melting into his embrace.

“It’s his fault, not yours,” Nino murmured. “Remember that, dude. He was the adult. He was your parent. Your ONLY remaining parent. I’ve met the guy. And I’ve heard you talk about what he’s like. If you had investigated more?” Nino shuddered, thinking about the disproportionate punishments the bastard had enacted. “And knowing he was HAWKMOTH on top of that? I’m kinda glad you didn’t. Yeah, maybe you could’ve ended things sooner. Or maybe he would’ve hurt you more before you had the chance. I’m just glad you survived.”

“I-” Adrien’s throat sounded tight. “I’m- I’m glad I survived too.”

They stood there for a moment, Nino feeling Adrien’s breath go in-and-out, his heartbeat racing, until it gradually started to slow.

*ring ring*

Adrien and Nino broke up their hug just as Marinette burst through the door, Alya on her heels. She skidded to a halt in front of Adrien - but not quite in time, sending her careening towards the floor.

She never made contact.

“Woah!” Adrien shouted, catching her in his arms.

Nino detected a hint of pink to Marinette’s cheeks before she abruptly sprang to her feet.

“So, uh,” Marinette said awkwardly. “I’m guessing Nino talked to you about some stuff. I mean, of course he talked to you about stuff, because that’s what talking is about. What- what I mean is, what were you two talking about?”

“I wanted to show him how much we care about him,” Nino told her. “Especially since with this… amnesia?”

“I think it’s an alternate timeline,” Alya said.

“Especially since in this timeline,” Nino continued, “it really doesn’t seem like he had anyone.”

“I had a couple other friends,” Adrien told him quietly, giving a melancholic smile. “But I lost contact with them right after Hawkmoth’s defeat.”

Noticing Nino’s frown, he hastily added, “they didn’t abandon me or anything! They were online friends. One moved somewhere without internet reception, and the other... we never knew each other’s names. But we talked all the time. We chatted, laughed, defeated villains together…”

“In the video games we played, of course!” he added after a moment. He chuckled fondly. “We played as a team. Together, we were unstoppable, no matter what our opponent threw at us.”

Adrien swallowed. “But in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat, with all the turmoil, with everything that happened… I lost my means of contacting her. I- I don’t know whether I’ll ever get to see her again.”

“We’d promised to meet up after Hawkmoth’s defeat,” Adrien said. His voice cracked. “That- that once it was safer in Paris, we’d finally tell our names.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Instead, we lost each other. Maybe for good.”

“I know what that’s like,” Marinette said. She sounded strangely distant. “I had a friend like that too. I cared about him. A lot. Maybe… maybe even as more than a friend.” She said the last part haltingly, as if she’d only just admitted it to herself. “He- he wanted to know who I was. For me to know who he was. But- but I couldn’t do that. Not in Hawkmoth’s Paris. I already cared for him so much it ached. If I was closer to him than that- if I’d accepted his rose- I’m- I’m afraid Hawkmoth might’ve used the strength of those feelings against me. That I could’ve gotten akumatized, or he might’ve, and if we knew who each other was, knew WHERE the other one was… I just… I couldn’t accept that we might be sent to hurt each other.”

“We talked while the final battle was raging,” she continued. “He seemed really upset, more angry than I’ve ever seen him before, but… also kind of sad. I wanted to know what was wrong, but there wasn’t really time to press him. And after that battle he just… disappeared. I knew there was going to be some sort of disruption, but- but I’d thought we’d have more time to talk beforehand, that we’d be able to exchange new contact information. We were cut off before we had the chance.”

“I- I think of him every day,” she said quietly. “Wondering how he’s doing. He was always so positive, no matter what life threw at us. I hope that wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he hasn’t lost that positivity, that optimism, the ability to see the best in the world and in others.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to know you cared for him so much,” Adrien said, giving her a warm smile.

Marinette blinked, giving herself a small shake. She turned to Alya. “I dunno whether you’ll remember any of this after the Ladybug in your time restores anything, but on the off-chance you do, is there anything you need to know?”

“Oh!” Alya pulled up some footage. “You told me who Hawkmoth was, but what about Mayura?”

“Mayura?”

“Who?”

Alya snapped her fingers. “You know, the Peacock Miraculous wielder, the one summoning the sentimonsters! Did she not exist in this universe?”

She pulled up part of the fight against Mayura, the sentimonster Ladybug, and Hawkmoth.

The video ended, she took another glance at Marinette and Adrien.

Marinette seemed to be in shock, staring straight ahead.

Adrien frowned, thinking. “I’d wondered for a long time how Father managed to hide his supervillain activities from Nathalie, considering she was around him most of the time. I thought maybe she was just really good at never asking questions.”

He grimaced. “Looking at that? I’m betting she didn’t ask questions because she already knew the answers.”

“You think Mayura’s Nathalie?” Alya questioned.

He nodded. “Unless something’s different in your universe. My father doesn’t have a lot of associates, and the way he acted around Mayura there, how he was willing to pass up a chance to fight Ladybug for her Miraculous in exchange for catching her… the only people I can think of who he’d do that for are my mother and Nathalie, and mom…” he trailed off.

“I- I didn’t even think about that,” Marinette said guiltily. “I remember reading something about Gabriel having a secretary, but I didn’t think about her much beyond that.”

“Maybe you could ask this universe’s Alya to post something on the Ladyblog, telling Ladybug and Chat Noir she has a lead on who Mayura is?” Alya said. “I mean, I know they haven’t shown up in ages, but maybe that’s just because they haven’t had reason to.”

Marinette winced. “I… really don’t think that’s it… plus Ladybug and Chat Noir never said that someone was helping Hawkmoth. Mayura never appeared, at least in public. I don’t know what we can do about this right now, especially without proof. Maybe if Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared, but…”

She sounded doubtful. Alya was beginning to think that the final battle was even worse than Marinette had alluded to.

She hesitated a moment, before turning to Adrien. “I- I think I owe you an apology. I thought you might’ve been helping Hawkmoth, but… well… I was just judging you by who your dad was. You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind.”

Adrien smiled at her, though it was slightly strained. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. A lot of people in this city have suffered at Hawkmoth’s hands. I don’t blame them for being scared, or angry at any reminders of him.”

“That doesn’t make it RIGHT,” Marinette said heatedly.

Nino nodded. “Dude just because something’s done to you it doesn’t mean it’s justified, or that it shouldn’t be made better. Like with your old man forbidding parties. I didn’t let that stop me from bribing your bodyguard into letting me and the other guys throw a party at your place for you!”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kinda escalated though. I think half the guys at Paris were partying in your room by the end!”

Alya gave Nino a sideways look. “And ONLY the guys because they ditched us girls while we were planting trees with a lame excuse. Seriously if you’d said you wanted to throw a party for Adrien while his dad was away, you could’ve just told us!”

Nino winced. “Yeah, my bad. At least we got to have fun there for a while before the akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” Adrien asked, eyes wide. “But I thought you said Father was gone!”

“He was- OOOOOOOH.”

“Yeeaaaah I don’t think he was actually gone,” Alya said. “You threw a ‘secret’ party in Hawkmoth’s house, WHILE he was still at home.”

Adrien gaped at Nino. “How’re you not DEAD?!”

Nino chuckled. “Lucky I guess?”

*twinkle twinkle*

A familiar red mass flew towards Alya and Nino.

Adrien’s eyes widened.

“Behind the portrait!” he blurted out, just as the two of them were enveloped by the ladybugs, spiriting them off to whence they came.

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you think they heard?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“I hope so,” she said, looking off in the direction the ladybugs flew.

She turned to him. “I was planning on setting up some hang out time with Alya and Nino later this week. If you’re not busy… would you like to join?”

His smile told her everything she needed to know.

#bakery enemies au #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #buggachat

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plant-flwrs · 3 years

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Heyy!! I wish you would write a fic where Fred is lowkey really into Shakespear and Romeo and Juliet and tries to woo the reader cs she’s muggleborn? Idk but it would be so cute!! 🥺

romeo and juliet // fred weasley

masterlist!

summary: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love

a/n: schools out, so hopefully that means more time for writing! thanks for the request anon i thought it was adorable, hope you like it!!

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At first, it was a secret. Fred had no intention of actually enjoying it. He had simply accepted the book Professor Lupin had lent him, thumbed through it, and stayed up all night to read it by accident.

Maybe it was because Lupin had seen the way Fred looked at you across the class, separated by hidden bloodlines and upbringings. You, with your muggle pens that you smuggled in. You, with your muggle records you used an entire bag to carry onto the train. You, with your muggle magazines that spread through the common room like wildfire. You, with those weird little things called cigarettes that you sold in your third year to the older students. You, with the way the older pureblood witches would sit and ask you to do their hair for them because only you could do all the newest muggle styles. You, with your reluctance to Quidditch but your love for soccer.

Fred was gone, absolutely gone for you. He was even more behind than usual in class because he couldn't help but find you with his eyes, no matter the room you were in or the distance between you both. Remus Lupin, the secret romantic, asked Fred to stay after class.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Lupin called, feet kicked up on his desk while he levitated a novel wandlessly in front of him. A half-eaten apple rested on a napkin beside a chocolate wrapper and Fred was forced to remember the breakfast he had barely eaten, choosing to instead pretend he hadn't noticed the fact you had only sat a few seats away.

Fred stood in front of Lupin's desk, waiting as the room emptied out and George shot him a wink from the doorway.

"Yes, Professor?" Fred rocked on his feet, hands stuffed in the pockets of his robe. He tried not to wonder if you had noticed that he had been called behind, or if you had noticed him at all. He vaguely registered that this might what his brother would call 'pathetic'.

"You never turned in that essay on wandless defenses," Lupin said slowly, the book moving to rest on his desk as he moved his feet to the ground.

Fred was quiet, biting the inside of his cheek as he couldn't seem to recall the last time a teacher had bothered to talk to him about his assignments instead of deeming him a 'lost cause' or a student who 'simply wouldn't apply themselves'.

Professor Lupin sighed, moving again to stand. Fred thought he caught a flash of pain on the professor's face, perhaps a wince as he stood, but the moment was gone before Lupin was giving Fred a calculating and sympathetic glance.

"Do you need an extension?" Remus offered, leaning his hip against the desk and inclining his head to show Fred the importance of this offering.

"I'd appreciate that, Professor," Fred admitted.

They were silent again, Remus still looking at Fred like he was something to figure out. Remus shifted, eyes dropped to his desk and lips lifting.

"What's got you so preoccupied?"

Fred was blushing before he could think of a lie, and then he realized he didn't want to lie. He hadn't even told George about his crush on you- no doubt it was obvious. Fred had had flings and crushes on loads of girls, all fun and easy, but this felt heavier. He didn't want to have a fling with you.

"I guess-" Fred sighed, removing his hands from his robes and wiping them on his trousers, "I've just been distracted recently. A lot on my mind."

"Ah," Remus smiled fondly, nodding slowly.

A book began to move from a pile in the corner, elegantly and easily avoiding the tall stacks of clutter and various lumps of papers to levitate to Fred. Fred reached out for it, moving it in his hand to read the cover. Romeo and Juliet.

"I'll make you a deal, Fred," Professor Lupin said, his voice sounding so mischievous that Fred was surprised he hadn't become ten years younger right in front of him. "You can either write the essay on wandless defenses, or you can read that and write an essay on 'Romeo and Juliet'."

Fred thumbed through the book, eyebrows furrowed. He had never liked reading, most of the books at the Burrow belonged to Bill, Percy, or his father. He was pretty sure that George would find Fred reading Shakespeare to be just as funny as the time they released Cornish Pixies in the Slytherin changing rooms.

"Yeah, alright."

Fred managed to eat dinner that night, with you safely at the opposite end of the table. The curtains to his fourposter had been closed for hours and the light from his wand had been steadily bright for just as long. He had gone from laying on his back, head propped up beneath his arms, to resting his back against the headboard, to sitting upright in the center of his bed, head propped on his fist, to laying on his stomach, to laying on his back again with his head at the foot of his bed, and soon enough, the sun was flooding through a crack in the curtains. He had just finished Romeo and Juliet when he heard the showers starting.

"Lupin!"

Remus stopped and watched Fred catch up to him. He looked tired and simultaneously wide awake, his hair was a mess, and Remus was almost certain that he was wearing his pajama pants beneath his school robes.

"Mr. Weasley," Remus said cordially, continuing his walk to the greenhouse.

"I wanted to talk to you about that book you lent me-"

"Oh, you can keep it, if you'd like. I've read it dozens of times."

Fred hesitated, a wide smile spreading over his face, "Oh, thanks, Professor! It's just, I wanted to tell you I really liked it."

"You've finished it, then?" Remus asked with an impressed smile.

"Read it last night," Fred admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"I look forward to the essay, then," Lupin said with a kind smile and a nod, turning into the greenhouses and leaving Fred in the corridor.

Inside his robes, he felt the weight of the tiny book against his chest. He kept it in a pocket there, fingers itching to hold it and read it again.

He couldn't help the roaring thoughts in his head. The idea that you were his Juliet, that you and he could find a hidden love, just for you two, amongst your external differences. He was oddly disappointed by the ending and decided he might not completely finish the book if he read it again, perhaps pretend it ended differently. He leaned his back against the stone wall behind him, fighting a blushing smile from his face.

So, Fred loved Shakespeare in secret. He loved reading in secret. He loved the weight of the book in his hands in secret. He loved the words and the phrases in secret. He loved the way it made him think in secret. He loved you in secret. He loved in secret.

Until you started dating Thomas Meadowbrooke. Thomas was a Ravenclaw, wickedly smart, handsome, kind, and the victim of many of the Weasley twins' pranks for a while. George didn't directly ask Fred why they were suddenly pranking this one boy so relentlessly all of a sudden, but he didn't need to.

Thomas wore blazers with patches on the elbows and combed his silky hair down the middle. He always had a flower in his coat pocket to give to you and he always carried a book of poetry with him. He was sensitive and wistful in all the ways girls loved, including you.

You thought Thomas was painfully boring. He would fawn over you in the most annoying ways, giving you poems that he wrote (horrendously awful, they were) and quoting lines from old and boring books to you. He didn't listen to Joan Jett or Janis Joplin and he cringed when you played your records. He suggested Bach or Debussy instead. He was boring.

You had only agreed to go out with him because he asked. Thomas Meadowbrooke may have been able to put a cornish pixie to sleep just by talking to it, but he was undeniably handsome. Well, he was more handsome before he had fallen victim to a particularly entertaining Weasley twin prank that turned his hair gelled and spiked up for a few days.

You broke up with Thomas soon after. He took it well, saying it gave him fuel to finish some poetry he hadn't been inspired enough for before.

Remus heard this gossip quite excitedly.

"She did, did she?" Remus tilted his head, a coy smirk on his lips.

The smell of fertilizer was strong, but he learned not to mind it as he watched the merry witch digging in various pots.

"He was quite heartbroken, the poor thing. Filius said that when he did routine bed checks, he could hear Thomas crying for weeks!" Professor Sprout sighed, patting down the soil and checking for weeds.

"Teen romance is always quite fickle," Remus commented, following Pomona as she moved to the next pot.

"Says you!" Pomona playfully scolded Remus, her red cheeks filling as she smiled.

Remus chuckled, thinking back to Sirius who would sneak into his office later to distract him from grading papers.

"You know, Pomona," Remus said in that voice of his, the one that got Sprout to drop her trowel and lean in close to hear the latest gossip. "I think Fred Weasley's got a bit of a crush on Y/n."

Pomona gasped, dirty hand flying to cover her mouth. She paused, scrunching up her face and sticking her tongue out to spit out the clump of dirt.

"He hasn't!" she continued, not minding Remus' amused smile and the clean rag he offered her to wipe her hands.

"He's always staring at her," Remus said, thinking on it. "I reckon he's quite the secret romantic."

Pomona cooed and awed as she continued to tend to her plants, she and Remus trading anymore gossip that they could think of.

The weather changed at quite a convenient time for Fred. With the slightly warm but still a bit chilled fall weather, Fred could dawn his lighter coats. His lighter coats that happened to have wonderfully shaped pockets on the inside, just the right size for a book.

Fred wondered if you had gone out with Thomas because Ravenclaw book nerds were your type, or if you had broken up with him because Ravenclaw book nerds weren't your type. Fred had spent almost all of the warm weather contemplating how he was going to continue to live if he was determined to remain secretly in love with you. By fall he had figured it out.

Fred wasn't going to hide anything, not the books he had recently begun to love, or the way he loved so strongly. He wasn't going to miss meals because you were so distracting. He wasn't going to suffocate under his crush on you.

It was a beautiful day. George was up in the dorms with Lee working on a prank and Fred had decided to take a walk down to the Black Lake. His lighter coat was a bit heavier because of the book in the pocket, and Fred pushed his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the ground to avoid stepping on tree roots. He found a nice spot beneath a tree, resting against the trunk and reading.

"Hey, Fred," a voice called, coming closer as they easily avoided the maze of tree roots.

Fred looked up to see you, in those perfect muggle clothes you wore any chance you could, hair styled in that wonderful muggle way, one of those muggle cigarettes tucked behind your ear, walking towards him.

"Hey," he responded, surprised by how easy his voice sounded.

"Have you been reviewing at all for Lupin's?" You sat next to Fred like it was the easiest thing in the world, brushing your shoulder against his.

"No, not really," Fred closed his book with his thumb tucked between the pages saving his spot.

"Mmm," you hummed, leaning your head back against the tree and closing your eyes. "What're you reading?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Fred replied, looking at your profile while he had the chance.

"Didn't think that was your thing," you said playfully, opening one eye to catch Fred looking at you.

He flushed and turned his gaze to his hands in his lap. "Me neither," he admitted, swallowing.

"I always liked ‘The Taming of the Shrew’, personally."

Fred smiled to himself, because of course, you had also read Shakespeare, and of course, you would have a cool favorite.

"I like that one, too," Fred said lamely, enjoying the way you were smiling at him.

By winter, Fred had devised a plan. It was perfect, more perfect than any prank he had created or any Zonko's product he had bought. He would die if he kept all this love to himself, so he decided all he needed was one kiss.

The Yule Ball was in full swing, the classical and slow music long forgotten as everyone moved to the dance floor and rocked to the loud and fast rhythm. Fred had seen you when you first arrived, noticing with glee that you were alone, and hadn't lost sight of you since. He had removed himself from the heavily crowded dance floor, stumbling to the table with the juice he and George had spiked hours earlier. He loosened the collar of his robes and pushed his already disheveled hair out of his face.

You watched Fred move through the crowd like a tornado, a mass of energy that you felt required to look at and admire. He strode to the table, a quiet and self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he took a long sip of punch.

Fred caught you staring at him with pleasant unexpectedness. You looked just as beautiful as you did when the night started, skin glowing and everything dawned upon you with your magical muggle-ness. Fred put his cup down, a comfortable pink hue warming his cheeks, and approached you. He touched his hand to yours.

"Hey, Fred," you said with an entertained smirk, glancing down at his hand on yours.

"I need you to do me a favor," he slurred, voice easy and breath warm as it landed on your skin.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to kiss me," Fred pulled his mouth away from your ear, looking to your face.

He didn't have much of an opportunity, though, before your lips were on his and you stole his breath. He tasted of the spiked punch and his hands were trembling and careful as they rested on your waist. You grabbed a fistful of his robes, pulling him close to you with urgency.

He pulled away, lips red and swollen, with his eyes still closed.

"I need you to do me a favor," you said, mouth hovering above his.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me," you whispered, just loud enough for Fred to hear.

He listened, and held onto you with less trembling and more confidence as you kissed for the second time.

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evacado3 · 3 years

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Hey 😃 can I request about Vasco with s/o who taller than him? Thanks 🏃🏻‍♀️

Ngl, was kinda surprised when I received this. Me myself is not very tall sooo it might be a little confusing, I’ll still try but don’t judge too hard 😅

hcs

To him it doesn’t matter, nope

Though Jace kinda sees you as a threat

You might have been mistaken for the leader instead

Will try the hair pulling thingy again with you after seeing little Daniel succeed

Will challenge you to touching the door frame

Wanna teach you how to fight, but respects your hobbies

Jace thanks you cause Vasco's not crying for girls no more, and you actually drilled some common sense in him

If your Tabasco's girlfriend, unfortunately you are officially burn knuckles' queen

So don't too surprised if a group of tattooed guys follow you every where, come on they're only checking if you're safe

Uses BURN KNUCKLES SECRET MOVE [INVINCIBLE CHARIOT] for you

Be aware of the ceiling though, will kneel with their head down if you ever get hurt

Burn knuckles will not need a order from Vasco if anyone tries to hurt you, all of them will go berserk

Shopping havoc

Word count: 1213 one-shot

It's been a month of dating the head of burn knuckles, and you're still convinced that he likes kangaroos more than you. No he really made plans to adopt a kangaroo when you agreed to date him.

The scene was basically you blushing after accepting his confession, but only to hear his dreams of having that large animal when he gets married, leaving you very flustered in public.

Though what embarrassed you more, ever since you were young, was the fact that you are taller than the young man before you. You could see he doesn't give it a single shit about that, but insecurities don't leave after a day.

For the last month, every time you made a comment about your height, he'd make a baffled face. "I think it's cool, what are you talking about your height is perfect." No he really doesn't understand why you have it hard on yourself.

Did you fall in love, obviously, yes. Though Vasco doesn't comprehend the reason behind you're insecurities, he assures that not only is it normal, it's beautiful, you're beautiful. Some height ain't gonna scare homeboy away!

So that's why today you wanted to take your relationship on to the next level, the 'normal' level.

I know, the 'normal' level is very correct. Come on does Tabasco really understand the concept of kissing?

Yes, he might have given his umbrella to you on a rainy day, he might have pinned you to the wall just to ask "You do want McDonald’s or KFC?"

Obviously you knew he doesn't have any experience, so fine, you waited. But after another two weeks it came to you that if you don't bring it up to him, he will never figure that out.

So what better to do than teach him on a date? You've planned out all the possibilities and the events that might occur, it took days to work up the nerve to ask him on a date, alone.

Ok, alone. Not with some big group of guys following you, you even begged Jace to make it clear. Alone. He said yes after seeing your desperation, using his detective skills straightforwardly.

"Good luck on that, you might have to even show him a video on how to kiss."

Fine don't ask what video you chose. Anything to open up his eyes to this current problem.

So you weren't sure why, along with your boyfriend who showed up in a nice loose tee and jeans, you felt seven more pairs of eyes following you.

Are you kidding me?

"Hey Vasco, how you doing today?" you asked faintly, despite your height, you're a softie at heart.

"Hey, I'm great, so we going to get some clothes? I could use some new pants."

Yes he does, have yall seen him running around in pajamas?

You tried hard to ignore those guys at the back, what happened to Jace's promise? They all gave out a suspicious aura, everyone was basically looking. And it's whatever if they walked far behind, they're literally stuck to their leader's ass, not even leaving one meter of space.

You could say the date proceeded well on Vasco's side, it was a regular date and you even picked out some nice pants for him. But on your side? Uh... not too great.

Every time you tried to make a move, there just has to be something that stopped you.

"So babe, umm I was wonder-"

"Mister, we are having a sale this month, would you like to pick out another pair to get 30% off?"

As if that wasn't enough, the boys would send you looks of encouragement at the back like it would soothe your embarrassment.

Sighing, you stepped into the final store you wanted to go in.

"I'm gonna pick out some clothes for you too ok? Wait here." he said with enthusiasm, already running off without hearing out your response. Obviously you couldn't trust his choices, but let the boy have fun.

So you minded your own business waiting for him to come back, but why did the receptionist look at you like that. Wait, she turned back to her friend while pointing your way. What's going on?

You could see them giggling after exchanging some words. They both spun your way, one of them making her way to you and the other one just laughed trying to woe her back.

"Hello, yes you over there. How tall are you?" she snickered.

It was almost as if she was the one over towering you when she stared at you curiously. "Uh... I-I'm not too sure." you replied softly, wishing she'd leave you alone.

"Hey no need to lie, damn your voice doesn't suit you at all. I thought you'd sound like a man! You must be at least 180 miss girl!" she exclaimed, though everyone who heard knew, that was spoken disrespectfully.

But you could only nod and fidget a little, not wanting to cause a scene. There was already a few people looking over to you, but shooting glares at the clerk. You were happy that they knew she was the one trying to disturb you.

"Your little boyfriend over there, isn't he bothered? If it was me I definitely would be disgusted. Are you sure he isn't just playing? Oh, do you play basketball?" her ranting agitated the customer, but still showed no signs of stopping.

Your blood ran cold as she kept speaking, what did she say? Isn't Vasco bothered with me?

What if the reason that he hasn't shown me affection was because he was disgusted?

On the verge of tears, you muttered out, "please stop."

"What?"

"Stop, I do not feel comfortable with you speaking to me like this." you expressed clearly.

She scoffed when she recovered from shock, "hey lady, I asked-"

"I'm not." Vasco stated, popping out by your side. You flinched in surprise, but immediately blushing after he gently wrapped his arm around you.

"I heard what you said, and I'm saying I'm not disgusted or bothered by her." He said with a hint of anger. "Please return and do your job, my girlfriend will not like to speak with a girl like you."

Honestly, no words can express how happy that made you, your man stood up for your insecurities while being respectful. How did I end up with such a good man like this?

The girl gasp with an offended look, but looked down after meeting Vasco's eyes. She stuttered out a weak 'sorry' then fast-walked back to the counter.

Ignoring the cheers of other customers, he walked you out of the store. You were still dazed, eyes focused on the man whose eyes where ahead. Maybe the date was good after all.

But before he kept walking, an unexpected sweet peck landed on your cheek. Your face now resembles a tomato.

"Huh?"

Wait, what was that

THAT WAS SO CUTE

You saw in the between those guys, Jace sent you a sneaky wink.

"Was that ok?" Vasco asked, he doesn't look shy at all. Does he even realize what that means?

"Wait Vasco, continue no more, the queen is heating up!"

"The queen is all red!"

"Vasco you killed someone!"

Guess who got assorted out the mall today.

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Forgive me for putting this in two parts and releasing it so late, I was busy memorizing the periodic table 😀

#lookism x reader #webtoon lookism #lookism #vasco #vasco x reader #vasco lookism #lee euntae #euntae lee #fics #lookism webtoon #lookism vasco

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