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tvgals · 9 months

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Do you think you'd be able to write a hurt/comfort for aran x influencer reader who's got a backhanded compliment thrown at her during an interview she did? Ending can be a smut or fluff it's up to you <33

‘ MY KIND OF WOMAN. ‘

— aran has a problem when one of the reporters says something about you.

you sat at the table with an interviewer in one of those large white rooms with a camera crew and two chairs. you sit next to a woman wearing all black — you in stark contrast with pink and white attire. you were told this interview would be about your personal life and experiences growing up who you were, and you were beyond excited.

“so y/n, glad to have you here!” the camera panned to you, you waved at the camera and gave a sweet smile, turning back to the interviewer. “i’m your host, jeanie, and today we’ll be interviewing miss. y/n about her trials and victories as an influencer!” she smiles. as the interview goes on, she asks you questions about your life and how you see your future. things were going well until she asked you about aran.

“i know things must be hard having a boyfriend like aran. i mean, look at him and look at you!” jeanie giggles, putting her palm face up and jutting it in your direction. your eyebrows crease in confusion. “what do you mean by that?” you ask, starting to get up from your seat. “oh no, i just mean that he’s so good looking you must feel insecure sometimes!” you heave a sigh and walk out with a “y’all got me fucked up.” you take your phone out your purse and call aran.

‘hey baby.’

‘aran, they got me fucked up. come get me.’

‘what happened? i’m on my way.’

you hung up the phone and waited for aran to get there — while waiting you decided to post a tweet about your current situation.

y/n’sinterlude

these reporters got me fucked up if they think they finna talk shit then have me sit there and take it 🤡

aran pulls up in his hellcat and you get in the car — throwing you purse on the floor. “woah, baby, i paid almost four hunnid for that purse.” aran chuckles, immediately shutting up when he sees your glare at him. “but seriously, what’s wrong, baby?” aran asks, putting his hand on your thigh and driving away. you scroll on twitter for a minute before answering. “baby, they in there playing with my time.” you said, turning your phone off and throwing it on your lap. “tell me what happened.” aran says, turning the corner.

“so ole’ girl was in there talking to me about my life or whatever, then she asked be about our relationship. at first i’m like ‘okay?’ but then she started speaking about how insecure i must be ‘cause i’m with you. so i left they ass.” you explained, smearing fenty lipgloss on your lips. “damn. i gotchu, mama.” aran says, pulling into the driveway of your house. “whatchu mean?” you ask, getting out the car and opening the front door — aran trailing behind you. “i mean i gotchu. don’t worry ‘bout it.” he says, pulling you into you twos bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. you giggle and pull aran down into a kiss.

“i’m gon’ get you right, mama.” aran says in your ear, trailing down to your cunt. “aran..” you whine, arching your back. “jus’ let me take care of you, okay?” he says, his hot breath ghosting on your clit. “okay…” you mumble. aran licks a strip along your pussy, earning a moan from you, and delves his tongue inside of you. aran nudges his nose against your clit as your hand flys to the back of his head, forcing him deeper into your warm cunt. “right there, baby! i’m finna cum!” you warned him before you eventually gushed onto the bottom half of his face. aran slurped up the cum and rose above you, a dopey grin on his face. “taste so good.” aran laughed airily while pulling his dick out his boxers — hitting just in the middle of his belly button with a soft thud.

“y’know what to do, baby. on yo stomach, make sure you arch real good.” aran says. you flip over and arch your back, your hands under the pillow that your faced was shoved in. aran ran his tip along the slit of your pussy for a minute before slowly pushing in, letting out low grunts. “ah shit…just fucked you on tuesday, why you not lettin’ me in?” he asks, holding your hips. “‘m sorry, papa..” you whined, pushing your hips back. “aht, i gotchu.” he hushed you, finally bottoming out. you noticed aran didn’t move for a while, you looked back to see aran on his phone, the flashlight on presumably taking a video. “aran!” you groaned in annoyance. he chuckled and hushed you — finally fucking you like you deserved. “my baby so pretty.” aran mumbled, caressing your plush ass. “you so deep, papa…” you groaned, drool rolling down your chin and into the pillow. “i know. you real close, too. i can feel yo pretty pussy getting tighter.” aran laughs. you eventually came so hard your eyesight started getting splotchy and you heard ringing in your ears. “mhm..” aran hummed, his dick shooting cum into your womb. aran ends the video and opens twitter — his dick still inside of you — and he posts the video with a caption of “she don’t seem too insecure to me.” and he watched as the video blew up.

“aran, baby, whatchu doin’?” you ask, looking back at him. “nun.”

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faeridollz · 2 months

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Ghost casually making sure you know who you belong to!!

Cw; edging, degrading, brat taming, fingering.

Summary; he’s a bit mad about you responding to pointless dms!

A/n; thanks @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Pairing; ghost x dumb fem!reader

ˏ ˋ°•*⁀➷ HIS BLOOD IS BOILING. He should’ve never let you get a phone. He should’ve known his sweet bunny wouldn’t be able to handle all the fucking attention she’d get, even with the fact that she made sure to post him all over her insta page. He should’ve known that the bloody cunts around the sick world wouldn’t resist dming his bunny. And she would happily text back. His grip tightens around your stupid phone, his eyes darkening as he tosses it on the bed. Watching as you enter the bedroom with a towel around your soft plush body.

your eyes flash in his direction in the dark ass room. He’s silent as hell and still in his fatigues, his large frame emitting a sort of anger?.. Your hands move to flick on the light switch, light flooding the room in less than a second. “Si’? Why’re ya just sitting there in tha’ dark?” You hum, watching as he stood up. “C’mere.” He growled, and like a good pet you obeyed and walked toward his large frame. You cowered a bit at his cold gaze, he never looked at you that way unless you really ticked him off. Trembling as he leaned down into your ear. “Go get the belt you little slut.” He sneered, any other time you’d laugh at the prickly way his stubbled chin grinded against your soft cheek or the way his breath warmed your ear.

Not this time though. Your scared shitless

“H-huh? What’d I do?” You panic, looking up at his with those big scared eyes. “You heard what I said didn’t you? Go get it. Now.”

“S-Si!” Shrieks fill the room as you squirm. Your small and chubby body displayed across his lap, small hands gripping the pillow as your lower half was forced up into the air by his legs, allowing your back to arch pathetically. He wasn’t even using that damn belt either. “This.-” He smacked your soft reddened ass, callous and rough palms causing even more friction. His large palm on your lower back, forcing you back down every time you tried to sit up and squirm from the pain. “Is fa’.-” He growled, bringing his rough hand back down again. “-Textin’ back disgustin’ boys on your bloody insta!” He slapped your fat reddened ass way harder than before, causing you to sob harder. You had a safe word, of course, you did. But did you really wanna risk him ignoring you? No. I

“S-si’! M’sorry! I-I didn’t k-kno’!” You shriek, trembling and shaking. When you tried to flail around to move away from the pain, nearly falling off the bed, he growled. “Stop moving.” He growled. “I want y’to count to four’y six. Goin’ off of each spank ya’ fuckin’ slut.” You nod at his words, and eventually, you were at 43 for the third time since you kept forgetting. Teary and hiccuping, absolutely exhausted now. *smack!* “F-forty *hic* f-four!” You wail, his hand coming down in your ass to spank ya. *smack!* “F-forty-five!” You tremble, hazy and delirious. Whining a bit when his hand softly rubbed your ass. “See..? Y’kno I don’t wanna hurt ya love. Jus’ teaching ya’ yeah?” He reassures, finger-swiping your clit. “Y’wet? Aww.. good girl..” he chuckled rubbing your swollen clit for a bit then inserting his large middle and ring fingers. “S-si!” Your sweet whines fill the room as he roughly finger fucks you.

When your stomach knots up and you’re just about to cum all over his sweetly thick fingers, he pulls out. “Not yet love.” He rubs your back, and you just groan In response. But now your being edged for the 20th time. A whiny mess. How could he? :(

#cod smut #cod x reader #faeridollz #ghost smut #simon riley x reader

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pitifulwolves · 10 months

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Baby girl

Just a lil sneak peek for the fic I’m writing ☺️

Current rating: General (will change when the fic is finished)

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Relationships: Noah Diaz/Mirage (Transformers)

Characters: Noah Diaz (Transformers), Mirage (Transformers), Kris Diaz (Transformers)

Additional tags: “Accidental” Flirting, Mirage doesn't understand humans as well as he thinks, Flirting, Pet Names, Misunderstandings, feelings are reciprocated don't worry, Feelings Realisation, Light Angst, Other tags to be added, Rise of the Beasts spoilers

Words: 900+ (will change once posted in full)

Mirage was pretty well adapted to human interactions, from pop culture references to general personal relationships, in his eyes he has it pretty down pat.

Of course, in reality, the cybertronian couldn’t know everything, after all, movies and music could only teach him so much.

This, unfortunately, meant that some things got lost in social translation, and what Mirage expected to be universal- was not.

Mirage had recently fallen into the knowledge of pet names and nicknames amongst humans and interpreted it as a general show of affection between two people.

The memo he missed, however? Was the distinct difference between platonic and romantic pet names.

And that's how they ended up in their current situation.

Noah had just finished replacing Mirage's front bumper, the Autobot having practically ripped it off while out running a cop car during the last of his and Noah's escapades (the G.O.Es hadn't been too pleased about having to cover that little incident up).

Noah looked over Mirage’s freshly repaired front, checking to make sure everything looked right and sleek. He tilted his head to one side, mentally praising himself a little before asking “How’s that feel Raj’? Not outta place or anything?”

“Feels good man! You know you're getting pretty good at fixin’ me up, hell maybe even as good as our medics!” mirage stated, taking a moment to shift into his cybertronian form, stretching out his joints, letting out a much too casual and perky “Thanks for the repair baby girl”

“Woah- what did you jus- what did you just say?” Noah's eyes were wide at Mirage’s words, his face flushing as he spluttered over his words.

“What? Am I not allowed to thank my bro for fixing me up?” Mirage gave him a quizzical, clearly not catching onto the cause of Noah's flustered state.

“What- I never said that- you just called me ‘baby girl’ man, where did that come from?” Noah pointed out, hoping Mirage would realise his ‘slip up’.

“Well we're bros, right? It's, y’know, a nickname” Mirage explained with a small shrug “I don't get what the big deal is”

Noah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose

“Pet name, Raj’, what you just called me, was a pet name”

“Okay, so? What's the difference? Aren't they both like, human affection things?”

“Technically yeah but- that one? That one’s usually saved for partners Raj’” Noah half laughed.

Noah looked up, eyebrows immediately furrowing at the look of hurt comes over Mirage's face, his voice having a small static crack as he asked

“What- so we’re not partners?”

“Hey- no, thats not what I meant-“  “No, I get it man, it’s cool” Mirage scoffed, ready to turn away from the brunette.

“Mirage- man listen-”   “Noah, it’s fine, really-“ 

“Raj’ I didn’t mean that kind of partner!”  Mirage’s shoulders decompressed a little at Noahs words.

“Well what did you mean then?” Mirage asked, arms creaking as they folded over his metal frame.

“I mean like- that kinda shit is for people who are dating man- you know, that kind of partner” Noah’s eyes had shifted towards the ground now, an odd pang of pain going through him as the words left his mouth.

But of course, they weren’t like that, they were just. Work friends.

Mirage gave a small ‘oh’ his voice unusually small, sounding almost disappointed.

“Hey, we’re still bros, Raj’” Noah spoke, giving a halfhearted smile.

“Yeah, bros” Mirage echoed, his voice barely above a whisper, optics trying to focus on anything that wasn’t Noah.

The atmosphere in the garage had shifted dramatically, a weight now hanging heavy in the air, and both of them knew it, but only one knew why.

As much as Mirage didn’t grasp all human shows of affection well, he was still very aware of his own feelings for Noah.

Gauging how Noah felt on the other hand, was a much more demanding task.

The banter they had, in humans, it could easily be brushed off as friendly, and nothing more than a joke, but Mirage held the hope that maybe, just maybe it was more than that to Noah.

Since their little, incident, Noah had been a little off around Mirage, no longer throwing back witty replies to Mirages teasing, only giving short acknowledgements of the Autobots words.

Even their late night drives became less and less frequent, and Noah was only found in the garage if he had to be there. Kris was the first to notice this.   

“So, what’s goin’ on with you and Mirage?” He asked through a mouthful of cereal, not even looking up at his brother as he spoke.

Noah’s eyebrows furrowed a little, tending to some near on burnt pancakes sitting on his plate, attempting to make them more appetising with a dousing of maple syrup.

"What do you mean? Everything's good with me n' Raj'" he responded, his tone just he slightest bit too defensive

"That why he's been moping alone in the garage?" Kris countered, finally looking up at

Noah, eyebrow raised questioningly.

Noah huffed out a sigh "It's grown up stuff Kris, nothing you need to worry your little head about, yeah?"  Kris rolled his eyes at Noahs response  "whatever, you should still talk to him though, he won't stop listening to that stupid backstreet boys song"   Noah rubbed a hand over his face, sighing yet again before nodding "Yeah… Alright, I'll talk to him tonight"

@rottedmolarx

#transformers #mirage #noah diaz #mirage x noah #noah x mirage #rise of the beasts #riseofthebeasts #transformers rotb #mirnoah

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helpimhyperfixating · 10 months

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Family is who you choose

This is not a Jotaro x reader for once. It’s Jotaro being a good dad. You’re Jolyne’s best friend and come to her house for comfort. (I dunno how to tag it differently tho, sorry :()

This is unfinished, but I didn’t really plan on finishing it and it has enough meat so I might as well post it :3

Word Count: 1783

Knocking on the door, you had a hard time suppressing your emotions, simply keeping your quivering lips pressed together tightly as the details of the wood faded into blurs.

The lights inside the house were on so you knew someone was home as you waited, pulling your own jacket sleeves down until it felt like they would split at the seams.

“….o-“

“Yeah, yeah!”

Jolyne’s voice was heard from inside as she yelled to whoever was talking to her, all the while she approached the door on the other side. Hearing that, your heart thudded as you tried to compose yourself, sniffling as you tried to prepare for what you were going to say.

Before you knew it, the door was pulled open and before you stood your best- and childhood friend, Jolyne.

“Y/N! What are you doing here, you- Are you okay?” Her confusion instantly turned to concern as she took notice of your appearance.

Looking up at her, her genuine and worried expression caused your brittle wall to crumble as your face screwed up, a choked sob leaving you as you frantically shook your head no.

“Come in, come inside.” Instantly wrapping her arm around your shoulders, with her left she held your hands as she led you inside. “Dad!” Shouting out for the older man, you looked up to see him sitting at the dining table across the room, plates of half-finished food set up on it while he got up from the table, a frown on his face.

It was clear you had caught the Kujo family during one of their late-night dinners.

Having long since been a familiar face to the man in purple, seeing the state you were in he instantly went into concern mode, similarly to his daughter.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I-“ You started, trying hard not to make any actual noise while the tears kept blurring your vision, both the ravens around you taking notice.

“Dad, can you-?” Jolyne didn’t even have to finish her sentence as Jotaro already nodded, humming a short hum as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen while Jolyne led you over to the table and sat you at the head.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

“No, it’s okay. Tell me what happened.” Her voice was soft as she once more grabbed your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze that made a pitiful sob-chuckle leave you.

“It’s him, what else?” Your throat felt thick and your voice nasal as you spoke, pulling one hand out of your friend’s hold to instead burrow into your jacket pocket.

“I swear to god I’m going to smash his face into concrete - no offence.” Jolyne brazenly huffed before looking down at you, not wanting to upset you further.

“None taken.” You chuckled wetly again, sniffling after as you pulled out your phone, clicking it on and typing in your password. “You remember how he never showed up for my graduation? No explanation, nothing?”

“I do.” Jolyne nodded a little tentatively and you turned your phone around, handing it to her with the messenger app open.

“I decided ‘Why not stick up for myself for once?‘” You mumbled, watching as the girl took your phone, her eyes starting to skim the texts.

“What the fuck?” Jolyne’s voice was an angry whisper, her brows furrowing. “He’s blaming you?!”

“What’s going on?”

Walking out of the kitchen, carrying three mugs, Jotaro came over, placing them down in front of their designated spots one by one and sliding away the plates of food while he looked between the two of you.

“Her father is blaming her!”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, the man slowly sat down, looking at the phone his daughter was waving around before looking at you, a silent ask for permission. You nodded and motioned for him to go ahead while you slid the cup he just put down closer to yourself, seeing the large mug filled to the brim with hot cocoa.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner.” You mumbled, looking at the half-eaten plates of curry.

“Don’t worry, you couldn’t know dad was being an ass and working late again.” Jolyne smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours, which earned her a half-hearted glare from Jotaro.

“I was in my study. You could just as easily have notified me or made dinner yourself.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s your day to cook. I ain’t touching that kitchen on a Thursday.” Jolyne huffed, pulling up her nose to which Jotaro deadpanned.

“Jolyne, you barely cook the others days.”

Sputtering a bit, the girl pulled your chair closer to her, as if in an attempt to get you on her side, both physically as well as in the mock fight. “I cook at least once a week!”

“And I six times, where is your point.” Jotaro hummed, finishing reading the texts as he then put your phone down on the table, upside down.

“Y/N loves it when I cook.” Jolyne huffed, engulfing you in her arms and hugging your head into her chest, giving you no choice but to let her, a fond smile spreading on your face.

You knew they were probably bantering like this on purpose to get your mind off of things, but you also didn’t care. It was working.

With how often you came to the Kujo residence, this had become like a second home to you, and seeing how the father-and-daughter-duo squabbled always worked to make you smile.

“Y/N, have you eaten yet?”

The deep baritone breaking through your thoughts, you looked up from Jolyne’s chokehold to see Jotaro’s eyes on you, soft and calm.

“Well.. no but I’m not really hungry, it’s alright.”

The man nodded softly before shoving your mug a bit closer to you. “Here, take this with you. Go take a shower, kid. Decompress. You can talk to us after.”

“Hot cocoa in the shower? You have gone soft, old man.” Jolyne teased and the marine biologist sighed.

“No, they can drink it while you get some spare clothes.” Jotaro clarified, raising an eyebrow.

Narrowing her eyes, Jolyne looked at her father for a moment before getting up, taking you with her as she turned around and walked towards the stairs, looking back and sticking her tongue out at the older man one last time as if that was supposed to make her win their stand off.

Looking back as well, Jotaro’s eyes crossed with yours and you waved at him while Jolyne dragged you along, him putting his hand up as well as he shook his head with an amused huff at his daughter’s pettiness.

Stretching a bit, Jotaro cracked his neck a little before looking down. Your phone was still on the table from when he placed it there. Reaching out, he took hold of it and turned it around, touching the screen that had gone a shade darker to prevent it from shutting off as his eyes once more glid over the texts between you and your father.

For years you and him had been on thin ice, Jolyne having ranted about the stupid shit that asshole - in Jotaro’s eyes - did to you. Not to mention the few times you’d actually come to him to talk as well.

Having known you for coming close to two decades now, having watched you grow up, Jotaro held a fondness for you similar to what he felt for his own daughter. And thus, reading these texts, he felt his blood boil.

Back when you were still a child, somewhere under the age of ten - he couldn’t remember - your parents got divorced. He’d never truly liked your father yet after the divorce resulting from him cheating, the man showed his true colours. Every time he came to pick you up from Jotaro’s house, he ignored the marine biologist and his daughter other than a ‘thanks’ or ‘good evening’. It never failed to make Jotaro want to throttle him, especially seeing how reluctant you always were to go.

As the years passed, reluctance turned to fear until eventually there was a fallout and you decided to stop living with your dad altogether.

Sighing, Jotaro absentmindedly scrolled through the texts again, only to furrow his brow when he scrolled a little too far up. It was a bit of a breach of privacy but he couldn’t help it as he saw the texts that caused you to speak out against your father in the first place.

‘Hey, dad. Did you stop paying my monthly allowance?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you graduated and are over 18.’

‘But you can’t do that… You and mom settled on it in the divorce contract. Until I’ve graduated college you can’t just stop.’

‘I don’t want to talk about this over text.’

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro put down your phone right as Jolyne came walking back in.

“What’s up, dad?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

Waving his hand a bit, Jotaro grunted in dismissal. “I’ll discuss it once Y/N is back down.”

Nodding softly, Jolyne then slid the mug in front of her closer, looking inside before softly chuckling. “Hot cocoa while we eat curry, really?”

“Oh shut it.” Jotaro huffed as he looked to the side, a blush appearing on his face. “It is Y/N’s comfort drink.”

Smiling softly, Jolyne then reached out, grabbing onto the man’s arm. “I know. Thank you, dad.”

Looking back, he nodded softly, placing his hand over hers and giving it a small squeeze.

It took about twenty minutes for you to calm down enough that you felt presentable and wouldn’t break down at the first mention, dressed in a mix of Jolyne’s and Jotaro’s clothes - Jolyne having forgotten to properly do her laundry, causing in a shortage of clean clothes and forcing her to borrow from her dad’s closet for you.

Walking inside the living room, you were met with the Kujo’s sitting at the table, plates of food in front of themselves while they were quietly talking, all the while a third plate sat at the head of the table, waiting for you.

“Ohh.. you really didn’t have to, I’m really not hungry.” You smiled awkwardly as you walked over, yet the both of them just looked at you while Jotaro pushed your chair out with his foot.

“Sit. You need to eat, c’mon.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek you nodded and just sat down. You had to admit, it smelled absolutely divine. Jotaro never failed to make something delicious whenever he cooked and it was always something you looked forward to whenever you stayed for a sleepover.

That’s all I had. But given the title you can guess how this was gonna end :3

#I might have put a little bit too much of my own life in this #but it’s my therapeutic writing #i needed it then #jotaro x reader #part 6 jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x you #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh

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leclsrc · 1 year

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Hiii, could i request a charles angst drabble like just very angsty and sort of an ambiguous ending too? maybe theyre in a secret relationship and theres infidelity involved. sorry if this is too specific, thank you thoughh :)) <3

forever ago – cl16

genre: angst, drabble

auds here... as thanks for 500 :) this a bit long for a drabble sry! some lines are borrowed frm a drabble i posted on my last blog. title from “for emma” by bon iver—a bloody good song imo. hope this does ur req justice, anon!

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I don’t know what it is,” you say, frustrated. “He hasn’t talked to me.”

Over the phone, your friend’s voice is slow and reassuring. “It’s probably nothing. The last race didn’t go too well for him, so he might just be shutting himself out.”

You nod, half-convinced, still staring at Charles across the paddock. You’re dubious, because if it was anything ordinary—if it was a bad race, a DNF, a crash—he’d shield the both of you from the rest of the world. He’s engaged in conversation with Pierre and Carlos, arms crossed over his torso, eyes crinkled with a smile. You try to persuade yourself into believing your friend, but deep down, you know it’s wishful thinking. Something’s wrong, you’re sure.

You purse your lips, swallowing the lump in your throat that doesn’t leave. You feel like the rest of the world.

He’s been ignoring you for a few days, limiting communication to intermittent texts that only come if you message first. You’ve exhausted every possible reason, but nothing works. You’re left to your own devices of wondering aimlessly for excuses.

Nobody said pursuing a secret relationship would be easy, sure. But you and Charles had managed to pull it off for four years. And it wasn’t like anything was ever spoonfed to either of you—it was insanely difficult maintaining a professional journalist/driver relationship beside an intimate one. While some knew, it was still a secret from a good part of the paddock, let alone the public.

It meant sacrificing the better things of a relationship: sleeping in together, going on dates together, even holding hands. You resort to fleeting taps, lingering touches that look friendly. But you’re content. He’s yours, even in those moments.

You blink, and you wake up cold in Silverstone, even under four layers of duvet.

You scramble to find Charles, and in the mess of the sheets, it takes longer than you anticipated. You kick your legs, but they only tangle. You even lift your head up, but find the duvet has totally engulfed you. You’re half-awake now, spent with the effort it takes to find him. You need to find him, even now, even when the sky is pale blue outside and you need to leave before anyone knocks.

Like always, he finds you first. A hand takes yours, pulls, and his strength causes the obstructions to clear.

You stare into his lidded eyes. “Je te tiens,” he says, voice deep, slurred, but reassuring. You nod, heaving a sigh, almost amused by your previous bout of anxiety. Why did you ever doubt yourself? It’s Charles, you think. He’s got you.

You blink, and he’s far away again, across the paddock, distracted like he’s been so often lately. You rub the bridge of your nose, in a futile attempt to rid yourself of the dry pangs of pain there. You have a race to report. You can think of him later.

Turns out, the thoughts come sooner—just under an hour later, when you’re beside Will and using your phony reporter voice, reading off the fluorescent teleprompter text. “We’ll be inviting a few people to ask some questions on the live Formula One feed,” you say with a smile. “And our Ferrari drivers over here will get to answer some lucky fans!”

You gesture and turn to the screen beside you, still smiling. You’ll smile until your jaw aches. A fan comes on the air, a middle-aged man by the looks of it; his Texan accent permeates through the speaker and goes, “Hey Carlos and Charles, huge fan! Jus’ wanna ask, what is your favorite track this year?”

Blink, and your headache’s gone. You’re with Charles in his Monaco flat, legs swinging over the counter. He’s shirtless and cooking a grilled cheese. “I’m finally getting promoted next year,” you say, a fact you’ve reiterated about a million times tonight.

“Dunno why you’re surprised,” Charles says. “With your skill, ’twas just a matter of time, no?”

“Oh, ha ha,” you joke. “Don’t flatter me, it’s getting to my head.”

He sets the plate beside you, wedges himself in between your legs. You lean forward to rest your chin against his shoulder. “I love you,” he says into your neck. “I love you so much.”

And you blink, you’re holding your mic, Carlos is talking again, about how his favorite circuit has just got to be this and that, then the Texan fan is off the screen. It’s a few moments before the next fan fades into view, an excited and hyper teenager rattling off oh my god I love yous faster than you can count.

“So this isn’t really related to racing,” she says, her accent distinctly Californian. “I just wanted to ask if it’s true that Charles has a girlfriend? ‘Cause, well, everyone saw him with somebody last night, and…”

The world spins slowly then, when you’re staring at the screen, listening to her voice. You try to blink and distract yourself but it doesn’t work. You keep smiling. You blink. It doesn’t work. You wonder why it doesn’t work. You wonder why you have to face this on air. You wonder why you can’t blink and be gone, if just for a minute.

Above all, you wonder who he was with while you were working late last night.

You swivel in your chair and reduce your smile to a tight-lipped one. “How interesting!” You chirp.

Years of practice have done your voice justice; even if you want to scream, your voice is level, enthusiastic. Your eyes flit over to Carlos, who’s already looking at you. His brows are furrowed, mouth half-open in clear confusion. You can hear Will stuttering beside you. “Oh, I—um, how in—how splendid.”

It’s not splendid. It’s not interesting. But Charles gulps and says still, “Yes, I’m seeing someone.”

The words cut through you like shrapnel. You feel yourself fall apart, right there, trying desperately to put yourself back together. Four years, and they’re gone, on the air. You exhale, try to subtly signal for the segment to be ended early. The rest is a blur—Will carries the rest of the interview with standoffish, fake interjections and additional questions. You just smile.

How could you have been so stupid, really. To think a secret relationship would survive. If anything, it made it easier for him to do what he did. You steal a glance and his eyes are cast low, dark. He’s so far away. Is this it, you think. Everything you’d ever worked for, loved for, fought for, hidden, celebrated—is this it? For another girl? You can’t help but wonder who she is. If she was that much better, that much more alluring, that Charles thought it a good choice to throw away four years under the bus.

The feed ends before your thoughts run out, and you drop your mic onto the surface of the table, leaving the pen immediately. Will says something but you can’t decipher it. Charles follows, even if you can hear Carlos holding him back. Leave her alone, he says, and Charles says, no, I need to talk to her.

He circles a hand around your wrist, wrapping just underneath the Cartier bracelet you’d gotten to match his. The reminder makes your chest ache with a totally wrenching pain, throbbing through you as he pulls you into an empty space in between motorhomes.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He sounds desperate, solemn.

“Do you love me?” You ask weakly. And when he laces your fingers together and nods: “Then why do make me look like a fool?”

He shakes his head. “It meant nothing, cherie. I promise.”

“You’ve no right to tell me that,” you heave. Your chest is so heavy you legitimately feel like drowning. “And for me to find out on the job? I thought this whole time that I did something to you. Turns out you’re just busy fucking someone else to be kind to me. I thought you were mine, Charles. How could… how could you hurt me like this?” You don’t mean to sound so broken, but you can’t even blame yourself.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this way.”

“But it still did,” you say simply. “I thought—I thought it was gonna be us. I thought you were the one—the one person who would never hurt me.”

You’re crying, you realize, tears running down your cheeks and onto your jaw. When his silence persists, you purse your lips, wipe the tears out of your eyes before they stream again. You can feel people staring, you can hear hushed voices, make out your friends trying to find you. “Charles,” you say wetly. “All I ever did was love you. You said you would do the same.”

This time, when you blink, you manage to picture the past clearly.

You’re in Monza, your first day on the job, a balmy day with a sea of red fans. The paddock is intimidating, crawling with people, and you’re having trouble looking for your boss. The crowd is unbelievably noisy, vibrating through the entire area. Vaguely Italian cheers erupt through the place.

You’d circled the area a couple of times but still, you haven’t placed where you need to be. You turn several times to pinpoint the landmarks, the hospitalities, the logos, but to no avail. You’re lost.

“You okay?” Someone says, with an accent just as European as everybody else’s.

“Yeah, uh—well, lost, to be honest. I need to find the media pen, ‘cause it’s my first day.”

“Right over there,” he says, smiling. His eyes crinkle, almost disappear with how big he beams. He stretches a hand out to shake yours and you take it, introducing yourself quickly. He lets his hand linger, and you smile back. You have a feeling this isn’t the last time you’ll see him.

Your heart twists with something unfamiliar. “I’m Charles.”

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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ghostieyanyan · 1 year

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I really love your rock musician MC headcanons. Now I would like to imagine what would happen if the rest of the Yandere boys find out about their secret hobby. I imagined that MC is passionate about their music and wants to make it big as an alt rock singer one day but they feel like they aren’t ready to show their talent to anyone. One scenario I could think of is when the Octotrio heard them singing passionately in the night at Ramshackle and they offer them to sing at the lounge since they became entranced by MC’s voice. Azul I imagined must be interested in taking away MCs voice, Jade intrigued that the shy MC he knew secretly loves punk rock music while Floyd is just excited about Shrimpy’s little hobby. Another one is when Cater took notice of their musical talent and records it. Then offers MC to join the light music club or something.

yessss i love itt!!!

im probably just going to do the octotrio here and maybe a next post ill do cater or even the music club next time. unless you guys really want it xD

this honestly took me a while to make cause i got distracted a lot and it took me a while for ideas on what they'll do. i had to revise it a lot. plus i made it longer than it would have been so i hope you guys enjoy it.

~Musical!Mc~

Yan!jade x mc

Yan!azul x mc

Yan!floyd x mc

Tw: yandere, stalking, manipulation, drugs (potions/spells), pet-play, nsfw (its hinted), threats, mention death/killing

~~~~~

its a funny story on how they found out that you could sing.

Jade was going through the wood by the Ramshackle, looking for mushrooms and heard a sweet melody.

eels are very curious. well most importantly, this one is. He's smart enough to know to sneak and be caution on where he steps to not scare off this adorable, sweet, poorly-guarded song bird. He's grateful for being quiet.

Jade Leech found you. You were on the back porch, singing your heart out and occasionally stopping to write something down.

He was half tempted to just keep you to himself but knowing azul and Floyd, they will find out eventually. so he'll have been chances with sharing you than keeping you hinted.

For this scenario at least..

Azul will love to hear about this~

~~~

Azul

He is over the moon to finding out you could sing. so many possibilities form in his head.

a part of him wants you to keep your voice but another part wants to take it away.

he could take your voice for another person who will pay anything for a performer's voice and milk them dried until they are begging to get their original voice back. i mean, having fame isn't a walk in the park.

anything could happen to you if you became a star! it'll start pleasant. sweet comments and cheers for your amazing hard work and performance. then... it'll get creepy and concerning. like strange comments coming up and saying some unsettling things about you, "what would you be like when you scream?" Awful heartless rumors start. "they probably sleep around for that fame." "they aren't really that good." "we all know why and how they have everything. lets just face it." hateful messages, death threats, very mean people will bully you to come running to Azul begging to take your voice away.

You don't want to be a star anymore! please take my voice away!!!

plus if you were the performer, everyone will have eyes on you like you were fresh kill in shark water.

he wont let that that happen to you again. but he doesn't mind others going through that.

so with this deal, you'll have your voice taken and you will be his play thing, you'd be at his mercy.

since your voice is gone, you'll have to act or write down what you want/need. but the think about Azul is that he loves his control over you. if you need something you better show him. don't forget to show him how grateful you are to him.

yes, it was his deal to take your voice and take care of you but its nice to show him how thankful you are to him.

"oh you're hungry? get on your hands and knees"

"aww are you embarrassed with that outfit? your face is just red like an adorable star fish. Give me a show..."

~~~

Jade

when jade told Azul about his discovery, he demanded that he has first say on what will they do with you. he was the one that found you and that is fair. of course the other two will get their turn but he just gets you first. its only fair~

lets be honest, jade is sadistic. he'd wants you to struggle a little, with a voice like yours, he doesn't want you to stop talking so maybe he'll put you under a spell? like one that makes you repeat stuff like an echo? or maybe a spell that makes you speak in riddles? imagine all the pretty lines you say.

he would love to play with you for either one of those chooses.

if he picked the echo, he'll probably trick you to saying stuff you would never say. like how he's your favorite or that you hate the others. he would love to have you beside him, with your friends and you repeat some hurtful likes to the people you hold so dear. watching them leave as you look at him and them and him again. even who you cant say what actually on your mind, your eyes say other wise. your eyes, plead, begging him to say something to have your friends come back. to tell them its not true and you love and care for them so much. only to stare at his grin, watching your friends leaving you alone with him.

if he picked the riddles, he would love to have you on his nature trips. alone with his mushrooms fan, he would love to hear you describe mushrooms with that pretty little tongue of yours. but what's the catch? why would you help him with his weird mushroom obsessions. well maybe he'll help you with something else? if you help him, he'll give back your voice and let you sing your heart out like you were a bird being set free. will he give it back? no. he'll come up with an excuse and say "cause you need pronounces it right" Jade will also give you that stupid grin when he's knows that you have little to no control in his situation but still loves playing these games with you.

whatever he chooses, he'll write it down in a journal. "Little Pearl lines" he would want to forget your lovely lines.

he'll journal you like you were a mysterious creature that needed to be studied. i mean, with a spell that makes you tell riddles, you'll be speaking poetry at that point.

you'll be like his little pet. he does love the control aspect of all of this.

~~~

Floyd

he was not happy that he was the last one to get to you but oh boy would he make it worth it.

to be completely honest, he didn't really care about it in the beginning. it was pretty boring to him at first. like so what? you can sing. everyone can sing, its just wheatear you are good at it or not. but even if you were, its not as exciting as hearing, for example, you can fight and you did fight clubs. it was a boring hobby, to Floyd at least.

but oh boy did that change when he hear you! and you know how to play an instrument, you just nailed your coffin. he would want you to play for him and watch him dance.

"this is how i did it back in the coral reef but on land its a little difficult, hehe~"

when he isn't in the mood and just wants you to sing for him, he doesn't care what you're doing. he will find you and will make you sing for him. in the middle of class? apparently the headmaster needs you. you're eating lunch with your friends? he'll just come up and carry you away. oh! if you're hiding/avoiding/telling your friends to help you to stay away from him? oh... good luck.

how he treats you compared to the other two is somewhat normal, well as normal as Floyd's moods can be, but- don't you dare even talking to anyone. your voice is too good for anyone to just hear you speak. plus you cant share all the stuff he warned you about.

don't worry, he'll speak for you. why should you let him do this?

if you don't follow this one tiny rule? let say, he doesn't want to hurt your throat but he'll gladly rip out the other person's throat. he wont mind either. he'll even have you watch. he'll also have you clean him up after wards, its not his fault that this happened. it was all your fault, if only you didn't open your mouth, telling people about your little secrets.

Floyd is many things, unpredictable, sadistic, but he's also not-human. Untamable. he would want to hear your voice in more intimate ways. he won't care when or where you are, he will find you and hear your voice.

"come out, come out, where ever you are shrimpy~"

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animatedrapture · 1 year

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"Yer a whole fuckin' asshole and a half, yeah? What the fuck did ya do?"

Suna's voice is groggy. His throat is dry, maybe it's from the night he had, maybe even his body is tired of it all. "Too fucking early for this, Miya. What're you talkin' about?"

"Kana? You kissed Kana when YN was waiting on ya." Even through the phone, Suna can hear it: the seethe in Atsumu's voice, one he knows all too well when something so personal ticks him off. He's hissing out the words, like Kana's name, like it's venomous even to say it.

"I didn't. The fuck are you talking about, you dumbass? Quit running your mouth ‘bout shit you don't know, yeah?"

"Oh yeah? What's that picture all over Twitter then? And then to drop YN after that without explanation. Bro, that's fucking low—"

"Jesus christ—listen, stay out of—"

"Nah, you listen Sunarin. We thought you'd be good to YN, that's why we let ya be. But yer dumber than I ever been for doin' that to YN. Jus' cause Kana's your bestfriend doesn't mean she decides everythin' for ya. Grow a fuckin' pair."

Then there's loud beeping that nearly deafens Suna—it really is too fucking early for this—for anything, in fact.

Suna feels his stomach flipping, over and over, churning in the worst way possible. He swipes open his notifications and the first thing that greets him in bold, capital letters are headlines.

But his phone chimes again, and again, and again, the sound feels like dread filling him up with each one.

He sits up on the couch. His body hurts and he isn't sure if it's because he stayed there, refusing to be in the same room as Kana—sleeping in his room as if everything would be okay between them somehow—or if it's all mental.

Headlines officially confirming his "committed relationship" with Kana.

And a stolen picture of his lips on her—well, truly, her lips on his. Posted last night, at eleven while he was busy trying to make it up to the bestfriend he'd almost let something bad happen to.

Posted last night, when you were alone and finally decided you'd never mean to him as much Kana does.

Only, that's where you were wrong. But you didn't know that.

It's no wonder you've given up, looking back at everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. Where things stand, even after all that's said and done, Suna has never felt more lost.

To make things more suffocating for him, Kana's still in the apartment with him.

But right there, he realizes something has to finally change.

Except Suna is met with the fact that you're gone—truly gone from him this time. He dials your number, searches you up, and in a final attempt, tries to message you.

You have him blocked. Everywhere.

Suna understands you should hate him by now, even more when he's bothering you after letting you go the way you wanted him, maybe now—even more as he picks up Kana's phone on the living room table because he just has to call you. Even if it meant using the phone of the exact reason you and him were an impossible thing now.

In another universe, Suna would call you, even if it meant it would be through Kana's phone, even if you'd hate his guts for it.

Even if he shouldn't.

Suna doesn't, though. In fact, Suna can't. Because as Kana's phone clicks unlocked—it's your name and a string of messages from Kana.

In his living room, broken from losing you, Suna couldn't even hear the sharp intake of breath he takes.

Something had to change—but he didn't think it would be so dire.

『 twenty-ninth / one: we were something 』

prev. | as friends | next: C29-2

notes:

— suna was TIRED as hecc so it ended up being that atsumu was calling him NONSTOP til he woke up :3

— i just realized this thing i've had ever since i stopped the smau was actually supposed to go first :3 MY BAD this is what happened literally just moments before the next chapter GOMENASAI OKAY

— hehehehe... my bad...

#suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #!! as friends

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 1 month

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*hold gun cutely* Your turn to share headcannons for us to stea- take inspiration from

I find this so funny because there was a period of time where I only posted HCs… and it’s so weird bc damn I don’t do that anymore huh

A lot of my HCs have obviously changed in the 2/3 years I’ve been posting for this fandom, so…

Ahem.

If you ever want any SPECIFIC HCs, do ask, like I’m genuinely happy to offer any info you want. Anyways

DIVINE WARRIORS, because mfers keep talking about them.

TW, for like, sacrifices, and attempted child-murder/sacrifice... and child-on-mother cannibalism... if it counts as cannibalism when the child is a god.

They’re all gods or god-adjacent. Everyone talks about how they are making them not all gods, but fuck that man I find this fun.

They all reach their godhood in different ways, though. and godhood is something that is... complicated. fluid, even.

i'm just gonna talk about Shad (Judgement, in LR) and Irene, tho, bc otherwise this post would be mega fucking long. and i'm pretty sure i have a Kul'Zak ask anyways.

Y'know how people say 'the world is your oyster'? Well, the world is shad's egg. literally. He's the Draconic God of Death, and his entity was created in the belly (centre) of the earth, in heat and warmth and magma. He clawed his way out of the world, and this lore is mentioned in the prologue of LR, but his emergence from the core of the earth caused the earth to bunch up, and created mountains and valleys, and ravines. similarly to dropping a pebble into water, his emergence caused literal ripples. which is why most mountains and such are kind of in a radial pattern outwards from the 'belly of the world', which is just a huge fuck-off ravine. That said, not all mountains, because it's been thousands/millions of years since his emergence, and things do change. He was created as a god, before anyone knew what gods were. He was not the first being to exist, Early humans were around to witness his birth, but he is by far one of the most ancient. Hence why his followers call him 'the Ancient'.

Irene was born a god, though she was birthed by human parents. It's a whole situation, really, very lengthy. More about her mother than it really is about Irene. But she was born during the emergence. Her head crowned as Shad's emerged from the earth, and when he had fully freed himself and laid upon the cool ground, Irene was put into her mother's arms. Her and Shad are perfectly the same age, born at the same exact moment, to balance each other out. It's unclear which one sparked the creation of the other, but it doesn't matter. Both were born bloody and screaming, made to match. Irene was, however, not born looking human. She was a creature from day one. And she was ugly asf too bc like, she's feathered in her creature form, and have you ever seen fresh baby birds? Them mfers ugly. So, reasonably, her parents' people went 'aa' and decided to sacrifice her to the juvenile god of death bc they have volcanoes now, they can do that. However, Irene's mother was fiercely over-protective of her, and instead hid her in the woods to keep her out of the grasps of those wishing to harm her. She meant to go back and get her, so that she could find somewhere safe for her, but Irene's mother kind of got caesar'd (happy ides of march for two days ago), for trying to keep the fucked up little thing she birthed. Her body was dumped into the forest, and Irene ended up finding it and going 'oh a snack'. so... that's fun. However, as is how blood magic works, when one of magic consumes the heart of another, they consume their entirety. It was how Irene claimed a human form, by eating a human heart, and whilst it wasn't particularly an instantaneous transformation, it also lead to her becoming a mother. If not for eating her own mother's heart, she never would've had the maternal traits that ending up characterising her for most of her existence.

half of the irene stuff wasn't even info on how she became a god lmao, just 'oh she was born that way... also she ate her mother lmao'

#could get into the metaphors but nahhhhh #tw cannibalism #tw sacrifice #tw attempted child murder #aphmau #aphverse #aphblr #rewrite #minecraft diaries #mcd #ranthredo #Lycoris Radiata/Ranthredo #maybe i should make a 'ranth lore' tag

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valentine-writes · 8 months

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hello, hope this is okay! you wrote angst for miguel, how about spot this time around?

holding my night in your hands.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, bittersweet, not fully angst,, my bad, pre-collider drabble, unhealthy work habits, mentions of burnout 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: (；′⌒`) this is so so short ohh my goodness,,, i am so sorry if u wanted post collider!! lmk if u want that becuz i will 100% do that! was jus in the mood to write up some pre collider johnathan aawuagdhe,,, anyways a little bit of a different format today (☆-ｖ-) i hope itz ok!!!!

johnathon ohnn: perpetually working on whatever the team of scientists at alchemax are researching on. you've always known him to be ambitious, admired him for it even– though, more recently, you've found it to be a cause for concern.

it barely ever stops, the constant clicking of computer keys, the feverish scribbling of notes, the quiet muttering under his breath about whatever's holding his attention hostage at the moment– these habits carry him into the late night, much to your dismay

you know it's not healthy, the way he insists on working himself to death– yet by the way he acts, you're willing to bet that johnathan thinks it'd be an honourable way to go.

"there's no way you intend on living like this forever." you comment idly, mumbling the words more to yourself than to him. frankly, you're unsure if he senses your presence at all, leaning against the doorframe of his room with your arms crossed.

"it's the only way." he mutters back, not looking up. a tired chuckle escapes his lips, even though you know he means it humorlessly.

almost all his life, he'd been working to be something more– to discover something more out of the universe. it was devastating to watch him endlessly toil away at something he won't end up even getting credit for.

it's as if he can sense your disquieted state, before you can even think to interject. he glances up at you for a moment, hesitating before speaking. "...i'm almost done here, anyways–"

"you said that three hours ago, johnathan. c'mere."

you gesture for him to come closer. he sighs as you watch him expectantly. you know all to well that he'd love to stay glued to his screen for a little longer, but he nods anyways.

"i don't know what i'd do without you." he laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. you bite your tongue, knowing exactly what he'd be doing if you weren't there to drag him away for a break. now is no time to be snippy. he's complying at least.

he stand from his seat and stretches, the tension from his long held uncomfortable sitting just barely alleviated by the movement. you hear a few joints in his arms and legs make a few pops and cracks, which makes you cringe ever so slightly and still, in spite of this,

you feel relieved.

somedays he's a bit more stubborn with you. today, he doesn't seem like he even has the energy to put up a fight.

you've seen brilliant people burn themselves out. you're familiar with working yourself to the bone too– and day after day, you try to ensure johnathan doesn't do the same. you continue to insist he takes break, you ensure he's taking care of himself– you do everything in your power to make sure that he's doing more than just survive.

and even after all that, he might not know how much you truly care. but you don't know the half of how grateful he is for you either.

#across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #the spot atsv #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathan ohnn headcanons #johnathon ohnn #johnathon ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn headcanons #the spot #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons #tags and more tags and and an #im so sorry this is so short and it took so long </3

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your-old-sins-tournament · 1 month

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE A

Cupid [@onitekka] (she/her)

Cupid is like every normal middle school student, a pink-haired half-vampire totally not crushing on her girl best friend, seemingly born from every weird twelve year olds innate wish: make a video game.

Cupid journeys through the depths of hell to rescue her "girl best friend" (very subtle) from the evil Dark Overlord Xanata, who sealed her best friend into a crystal because she Also wants to be Cupid's "girl best friend".

she boasts a variety of super cool barely vampire related attacks that involve just straight up yelling at enemies! this girl has a sonic screech that can shatter glass, bulletproof bat wings, and a literal gun! you can practically hear angel with a shotgun (nightcore) blasting in the background.

why is the embodiment of love a vampire? because vampires are now ostensibly fallen angels. why is she fighting hell if she's a fallen angel? because it's cool.

Description: A beginner's illustration of Cupid. she has messily coloured short pink hair with two longer strands in the front, red eyes, a fuschia top, and a green skirt. she is also wearing black boots, and part of her bat wings are coloured black as well. there is blood dripping from her mouth.

Ash [@changeling-ash] (she/her)

She is so cool. My little self insert. My baby. Epic powerful magic.

Ash was part of a secret subspecies of humans (Homo sapiens dimutus) which could shapeshift, which she used to grow huge black wings or turn into a black leopard or look like a monster to scare enemies, anything as long as her brain stayed the same size or got denser to fit smaller. When she shapeshifted she would release green and blue fire from the power of the transformation (cause she has lots of copper in her blood that burns green. To protect against cancer, you see. Shapeshifting has lots of cancer risk so copper is sooo important)

She became one by genetic engineering at 15 so the dimutus could get more soldiers and spies for a war with the demon-like psyuedos (child soldier lol). She could come back to life because she had a failsafe that would activate where she would shapeshift away the wound and her brain would jolt back online. The only way to kill a dimutus was to kill the brain.

Like other dimutus, she could also dimension hop, so she'd travel the multiverse, from tv show to tv show or to the universe with dragons or with cool landscapes. She was good with a sword and something called a bladed quarterstaff, which is basically one of those two sided lightsabers but a blade. She was mentored by one of the most powerful dimutus of the war and is super powerful too compared to other dimutus.

Propaganda from the old post

Okay time for my propaganda once more!

Ash is my girl, my baby.

She has TWO dragons. The first one is Flicker, who is strong and agile with black scales and a violet belly. Ash rides on her back and she speaks dragon at her. Her other dragon is Zephyr, who she raised from an egg and he looks like a blue sky with white patches like clouds, and random little flecks of gold scales. He's lithe and fast and so agile. She can summon them from their alternate universes by calling out "Tul Lüg" for Flicker and "Zep-iagh" for Zephyr, and they leap from portals to fight.

She can speak so many languages. The language of Dimutus is actually Modernized Latin. She knows English, Spanish, French, Latin, Italian, ASL, and has the best translators.

She made friends with a shadowy wolf companion called a Shadowlupe who accepted her as part of the pack. She runs with him in hunts as a wolf.

She can do a double backflip. Enough said.

She would fly with huge black wings, it was her favorite thing to do. Knew how to do all the tricks. She is dimension hopping miles in the air just to fall for ages, then fly at breakneck speeds. And she was terrifying in battle, she would dodge and weave and slash as she passed, an airborne killing machine.

She could give herself big springy legs to jump so high and do crazy tricks. She adapted herself to move fast, bounce and parkour her way at insane speeds. She could traverse so well.

She also did normal parkour. It was a fun challenge to try with minimal modifications. Pretended a lot of parkour POV vids were her.

She had two cats trained to infiltrate bases cause they are kitties and can fit through the vents and no one suspects the kitties. Baya was a Bengal and Shadow was a beautiful medium hair black cat.

She could also dimension hop in a way that was like astral projecting. She'd just be floatin, near invisible. She'd keep her wings in that state to pull them from the dimension fast to use them quickly. Her friends would chill there and comment to her while she was doing boring things.

She had a ragtag best friend and copilot partner Katie that was the mostest important person to her. Her brother in arms, her guy in the chair, her support, and Ash was the same to Katie. They were ride or die, and they died a lot for each other. (I basically made a QPP a decade before I myself ended up in one. Probably an early sign I was aro.)

She lost her arm sometimes, and she'd have a badass prosthetic if she couldn't shapeshift it back right away.

So much trauma from being a child soldier will come later. Her future character with me a decade later is somethin.

#cupid #ocs #polls #bracket tournament #old sins #side a #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #ash

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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Hi hi 👋🏼 I really love your Eddie x little!reader series! I was wondering if Steve meets little fairy too and if they’d be friends? I just feel like fairy would immediately be one of Steve’s little nuggets and he’d help with the hellfire babysitting too by maybe passing cartoon vhs tapes to Eddie and Dustin for fairy or calling Dustin at school to check on them and his other nuggets. Or if Nancy and Robin find out about their regression too? They’d be such cool aunts 🥰🥰

Hellfire Babysitting Club (Part Six)

Little Nugget

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)/ The Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)/ (Honorary) Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Warnings - Reader does eat food, (Chicken nuggets, carrots and some ketchup.), slight reader being sad, for like half a second, I think that’s it!

Notes - I love this series … That’s it

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and with this blog SFW.

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“Are you sure they’ll like me?” Steve asked, standing next to Eddie outside of the High School, here to babysit Y/n while the club finish up the very important end of a very important campaign.

“The Little Terror love’s everyone Steve.” Eddie remarked, greeting Gareth with a smile as he arrived and went inside, meeting up with the rest of the group. “You’re fun, okay? I’m sure they will love you.” He said reassuringly, patting Steve on the back as the two of them turned to enter the school, the sun setting slowly.

“Yah, I know I’m ‘cool’” Steve scoffed. “But I don’t know, this is different!” He said, stopping in the hallway and crossing his arms, suddenly feeling self conscious about his babysitter abilities. “What if I mess up?” He asked genuinely, worried he may do something wrong in a critical moment.

Eddie laughed, running a hand through his hair and walking towards Steve. “I don’t think you realize just how much of a terror Little Terror is Steve.” Eddie’s smile radiated confidence as he spoke. “You will mess up, my first time looking after Y/n they pulled an entire baby tree out of the ground.” Eddie said, not breaking eye contact with Steve. “Just keep the away from anything dangerous and you’re already doing better than half of us.”

“You guys let Y/n around dangerous things?” Steve worriedly asked, genuinely concerned.

Eddie shrugged. “Gareth didn’t notice glass once, plants are all over the outside, the bathroom has soap, honestly with Y/n even the floor is dangerous.” Eddie began to walk towards the drama room once again, reaching the door and calling out a quick ‘Litter Terror’. Y/n hauling it out the door and into his arms. “Hey Fairy, causing any trouble?” He asked, giving Y/n a quick peck on top of their head.

“Jus’ spilled some water ‘s all.” Y/n said, looking around and eventually spotting Steve, offering a small wave.

Steve waved back, he assumed the Hellfire clubs honorary member would look the part, plaid flannels, leather, a jean jacket at least, maybe some pins of bands? Instead he was met with Y/n wearing a pair of loose jeans, and a hoodie, no shoes, just some fun coloured socks. Their outfit made them stick out like a sore thumb in the group, sure Dustin and Lucas wore more colourful clothing, jackets and things, but they still looked the part of a Hellfire member. Steve laughed, Y/n at least wasn’t as intimidating as he thought, which meant they were probably even crazier than he assumed.

“You’re gonna hang out with Steve while we play okay?” Eddie said, his hands on Y/n’s shoulders as he told them the plans. “You can show him all your toys hm?”

Y/n nodded, suddenly looking sad. “Yah b’not my bear.” They pouted, still reeling from their lost bear.

“Well maybe next time you see him you’ll have a new one.” Eddie reassured them, it had only been a day since they lost their bear, and with their hurt hand they needed a comfort toy more than ever.

Steve overheard the conversation, he had a few bears back at home from when he was kid, the bears too sentimental to get rid of, but just sitting in his closet for the time being. “Otay Steve.” Y/n said, snapping Steve out of his thoughts, holding onto his hand as they lead him to a room a few doors down. The drama club/class’s practice room, a small square room that was empty, now occupied by Y/n’s backpack and a few toys the boy’s had brought from their houses.

Steve waved ‘bye’ to Eddie, who ran into his own drama room, beginning the last leg of his campaign. “So what do you like doing?” He asked, Y/n letting go of his hand and sitting on the floor, pulling out a puzzle from their bag.

“‘m whatever I want.” They shrugged their shoulders, opening the box and beginning to sort the pieces as best as they could. “Well, not whatever I want. I can’t go outside alone.”

Steve hummed, confused as to what he was here for, Y/n seemed perfectly able to sit on their own for an hour or two.

“I feel lonely, can you sit pease?” They asked, looking at Steve with puppy dog eyes, his heart shattering at how adorable they looked.

“Yah of course, sorry.” He stuttered, sitting down opposite to them, his hands going to sort Y/n’s already sorted piles o actually be sorted the right way. He stopped suddenly. “Can I help?” He asked, wanting to make sure Y/n knew he wouldn’t cross any boundaries, he was a stranger to them after all.

“Mhm.” They hummed, their tongue sticking out slightly as they concentrated, a habit clearly picked up from Eddie. “I get the last piece though.” The murmured, Steve laughing as he nodded.

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And hour an a half went by, Y/n clearly not the ‘Little Terror’ Eddie insisted they were. Steve and Y/n spent the time colouring, finishing their puzzle, Y/n showed him their toys, and told them about a cat they saw on their way over. They seemed to be very calm, not at all what he had heard. Dustin claimed Y/n was super unpredictable, but Steve just didn’t see it. How was this the person who picked up glass? Or pulled an entire tree out of the ground?

He stood up, grabbing the snacks Eddie packed out of Y/n’s bag, some chicken nuggets and ketchup, as well as some carrots. “I’ll be right back okay?” He said, stepping out of the room and walking towards the loud drama room that held the Hellfire club currently. “How’s it going?” He asked the room, everyone turning towards Steve, expecting to see Y/n at his side.

“Where’s Y/n?” Dustin asked, trying to peek around Steve’s back to see if they were hiding in the hallway.

“Don’t worry, I distracted them with their snack, their fine.” Steve said confidently, slowly worrying about his decision as the groups faces dropped.

“You packed ketchup, right Eddie?” Gareth asked, turning towards the group’s leader. Eddie’s head hiding behind his hands as he subtly shook his head.

“I did, yep.” He sighed, the group following suit.

“What? It’s just ketchup?” Steve asked, confused as to why the group was being so dramatic over this little fact.

“To us.” Mike said, looking around the room.

“To Y/n ketchup could be lotion, or paint, or hair colour.” Lucas added in, looking at Steve with pure rage.

Eddie stood up. “I’ll be back in a second boys.” He sighed, walking towards the smaller room, hearing Y/n humming along to a random song in their head as he got closer. As he approached the room he expected to see red, literally red ketchup everywhere.

Instead he saw Y/n happily sitting down, eating the chicken nuggets and ketchup properly, the ketchup still in the small Tupperware it was packed in. “Told you Munson.” Steve laughed, patting Eddie on the back, a huge smile on his face.

“I don’t get it, what did you do?” He asked. “Did you bribe them? Threaten them to behave?” Eddie seethed, worried about what Steve did to get Y/n to behave so proper, their manners clearly on full display.

“No!” Steve exclaimed, slightly offended Eddie would think he could do that. “Y/n’s just a good kid!”

Eddie looked back at Y/n, who in turn looked at him, smiling and waving before going back to their food. “You’ve tamed the Terror.” Eddie whispered in shock.

“It might just be the chicken nuggets.” Steve suggested, pointing to Y/n who was happily eating.

“Nope, Fairy eats chicken nuggets all the time, the ketchup never stays in the bowl.” Eddie mumbled, still confused as to the sorcery that was Steve Harrington.

“Well I guess Little Nugget just likes me more.” Steve proudly said, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling like the proud babysitter he was.

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“Steve!” Y/n shouted, running out of the school, the last bell having just rung.

“Hi Little Nugget.” Steve said, hugging Y/n and shaking them side to side in his arms. “I have something for you.”

“Y/n!” Eddie yelled, running out of the same doors Y/n had just run out of, him out of breath and worried as Y/n seemed unfazed. “There you are, jesus, don’t run off like that again.” Eddie sighed, taking a deep breath as he stole them out of Steve’s arms hugging them to ground himself in his worry.

“‘m sorry.” Y/n said, scooching out of Eddie’s arms, holding his hand instead, turning back to Steve. “Stevie has something for me!” They exclaimed, their voice a little too loud.

Steve turned towards the pair, his hands behind his back. “Ready?” Steve asked, Y/n violently shaking their head ‘yes’, Eddie reaching out with his free hand to place it on top of Y/n’s head, holding it in place, something he found himself doing often. Steve revealed a medium sized bear, the bear a classic brown.

“EEEEEE” Y/n yelled, grabbing the bear from Steve’s hands, twirling around with it tightly in their grasp. “I’m gonna name him Ketchup!” They screeched, pure joy displayed on their face as they pet the top of the bears head.

“Ketchup?” Steve and Eddie both asked at the same time, both their voices laced with confusion.

“Yah!” Y/n said, as if the name was so obvious. “I’m Stevies Nugget, so I need Ketchup.” They explained, tucking the bear into their arms, giving Steve a one armed hug. “Thank you Stevie!”

“You’re welcome.” He laughed, not expecting the big reaction he got.

“Can I show da boys?” Y/n beamed, pointing to the group of Hellfire club members congregating near Mike’s sisters car.

“Sure, but then we have to get you home okay?” Eddie responded, Y/n nodding in agreement, running towards the boys and holding out the bear.

“I still don’t know how you get them to behave.” Eddie said in disbelief, watching as Y/n caused havoc on the boys, ruffling their hair, and now tying Gareth’s shoe laces together, just seconds ago being on their best behaviour for Steve.

Steve just shrugged, Robin walking over and getting in his car, yelling at him that they would be late for work if he didn’t hurry up, Steve hopping in the car shortly after. Maybe it was Steve’s hair, or his charming personality, or maybe Y/n behaved so well for him because he slipped them a lollipop … Something he would never admit out loud, it would stay his and his Nugget’s secret, the others could deal with the sugar rush, as long as Y/n behaved for him.

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bubble-popping · 2 days

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okay this is kinda embarrassing bc i meant to post this a long time ago and just... Didn't.

More dnb gods au bc them <3

Truthfully, Techno didn't know why he stood here, hand hovering above the wood of a door. Even less did he understand why he felt so nervous about going in. The words 'Dream's Study' felt like a permanent 'do not disturb' sign. He knew how much he hated to be interrupted when he worked, especially for trivial matters such as a minor headache. Techno hadn't seen Dream for a while, and it was showing with how Chat nagged and clawed at his brain. He wasn't quite at the stage of attacking his dearest friends and causing major property damage because of their volume and relentlessness, but Dream had asked--pleaded, to be more precise--for him to visit before it got to that point. So, here he stood, trying to think of how to phrase his current predicament without sounding like a total loser. And Chat was not helping.

just knock?

man's forgot how to knock

bro forgor

average dork in love behavior

no u guys don't get it he's so normal about dream i promise

social anxiety L

LOL

"How do you nerds even know half those phrases? I don't say anythin' like that-" Before he knew it, the sound of squeaks and chirps emitted from behind the door. The Blobs' heightened senses never ceased to amaze him.

"What? Techno's outside? How-OW!"

Techno startled upon hearing the exclamation accompanied by a thud and finally kicked himself into gear, opening the door and peeking inside to see Dream standing up from behind his desk, cradling his horns and uttering more hisses of pain. "Dream? You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Jus' bumped my head is all. I'm alright." The blond waved off his concern as he sank into his chair. "Is something up? Chat being loud again?"

The piglin god decided to step further into the room. He'd gone this far, might as well go the full mile. "Well, not at the moment now that you're, ya know, talkin'."

"Aw, they just missed me, huh?" Dream rested his head in his hand, smile smug and eyes scrunched.

YES

DREAM

DREAM POG

simps. every single one of you. me too.

GUYS SHUT UP I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIS PRETTY

pretty dreamie :)

WE AGREED ON DAYDREAM FOR THE NICKNAME IDOIT

**idiot lol

lol

LOL

Lol

LOL

"I didn't say all that. Don't get ahead of yourself, teletubby." As if Techno's absolutely scathing remark wasn't enough of a blow to the man's ego, several Blobs then decided it was their special moment to shine as they dropped down on Techno chirping and cooing not too unlike Phil's crows. He glanced up to see many more piled on a hammock above his head. The majority still soundly slept. Techno could only imagine what it'd look like if they were all awake.

"Hey! What have I told you guys about personal space?" Dream promptly stood from his chair and came over to brush the little Blobs off, a bright gold strong as sunshine glowing on his cheeks. It really didn't match the stern expression he was trying to show. "I'm so sorry about them. We're still working on that..." He didn't meet Techno's eyes as his hands swiped across his shoulders. Not even when he reached further up, lifting on the tips of his toes to pluck away the ones that had settled in his hair.

"They're not so bad. At least they're cute. Chat is just plain annoyin'," Techno grumbled.

WE'RE RIGHT HERE YA KNOW

techno hates us y'all

we're literally fixing your love life?

so ungrateful

Dream giggled softly, shaking his head. Only then did he meet Techno's gaze. "Chat isn't bad either. It's just like the Blobs, they're excitable. I think Chat's cool."

dream gets us y'all

omg he's looking at us guys

HE'S THINKS WE'RE COOL

i hope he wins the custody battle in the divorce

they aren't even married yet

praying on their downfall already is crazy

SHUT UP HE'S STILL TALKIMG

he stopped tho?

**talking

LOL

Techno pressed a hand to his temple, face twisting in discomfort. "You don't have to hear 'em all the time..."

Dream offered a sympathetic smile before he seemed to get an idea. "Would you like to rest with me while I fulfill some dream requests?"

"I don't wanna bother ya if you're workin'-"

"You wouldn't be a bother, ya big idiot. C'mon, I could use the company." He smiled sweetly, taking Techno by the arm with pretty green eyes begging from under long blond lashes. Naturally, Techno let himself be dragged away--but he still wasn't a simp, Chat, shut up--to a different corner of the office: an area that closely resembled a pillow fort.

Techno really had to duck down to enter it, clearly not built for a god his size. Inside was more spacious than it initially appeared. Made of many different colors and shapes of cushions, all draped with soft blankets, and partially bordered by the lower shelves of a bookcase. Dream easily found a spot to lay down, propped up and facing the curtain canopy. Techno squeezed against the nearest wall out of consideration for Dream's space, but regardless only managed a gap of mere inches. He too looked up, and when he did, he swore that nothing was above them at all. Tiny lights were strategically placed to emulate the night sky. Techno could even see certain constellations in the pattern.

"How did...?"

"Oh, some Blobs got into my glowstone dust by accident and they reminded me of stars, so I got this idea." And Techno believed him because when he squinted he saw, as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, many tiny Blobs hanging by thin threads with the proudest grins on their faces.

"Of course..." He huffed, smirking and shaking his head.

A comfortable silence succeeded his words, covering the pair in a particular kind of blanket. The kind that had Techno curiously glancing over to see Dream concentrating on a cloud held aloft by the green strings connected to his fingers.

"What's that one? If ya don't mind me askin'."

"Hm? Oh, well, usually I don't share other people's dreams. They're personal things, meant for your mind alone. But..." Dream got a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "This one here is for one of my regulars."

"Regulars?"

"Mhm. I think she prays almost every night, always for the same thing. She's an old woman and recently her wife of almost 60 years passed away from an unfortunate accident. Do you know what she asks to dream of?"

Techno couldn't imagine knowing that much about a mortal. But then again, all those that prayed to him usually didn't live very long, so he supposed he just never got the chance to.

"What?"

"She just wants to speak with her again. Nothing else matters, except that she's there. They talk about so many things. Sometimes, they don't speak at all. Just sit there next to each other, enjoying the company. I've put them in all sorts of places. Relaxing on a beach, watching a fireworks display from afar, sitting on their rocking chairs in their living room..." He'd finished crafting the dream by then, offering it to one of the Blobs who devoured the cloud whole and promptly wiggled into the crevice of two pillows. Afterwards, he folded his hands atop his stomach and closed his eyes, smiling wistfully. "Such a sweet, pure love... I only hope someone will love me like that."

A heat unlike any other instantly filled Techno's cheeks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT

LET'S GOOO

KISS HIM YOU IDIOT

how did that guy make that sound

KISS

L matchmakers fr

wdym we're such W matchmakers

yeah he boutta get that sheep pus-

Techno quickly sat up from the comfortable pile onto his elbow, resolutely pushing that thought out of his head.

"Techno?" Dream looked to him, gaze wide and inquisitive. The piglin god turned to stare down at him, and though he knew he had to say something that might finally shut Chat up about this, the words got caught in his throat. Green eyes were simply too pretty, surrounded by freckles and waves of golden blond. A hand surprised him out of his admiring. Gentle fingers pushed the hair that had fallen into Techno's face behind his pointed ear then came to a rest at his cheek. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head, placing his hand upon Dream's and leaning into the touch. It still didn't make a lot of sense to him, why Dream was so tender towards him despite his reputation and prowess... Or, perhaps, because of it? Techno cherished it all the same. "Nothin's wrong. 'm just... 'm not sure how to, how to word-"

"Tech," the sheep god murmured, now cupping both of Techno's cheeks and wearing a bittersweet smile, "you don't have to force yourself. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's not that, I mean, well, it is, but-" He sighed, closing his eyes to collect himself before opening them with a renewed determination. "I get what you're sayin' and I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Ya think I'd come just to make Chat shut up? That's just a sweet bonus, dude."

Dream giggled, a similar blush rising on his face. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means I... would really like to kiss ya, if you'll let me."

The blush immediately brightened to a shimmering gold. He pushed himself to a sit as well, closing the gap between them to barely a few inches. "I think I'd like that."

They both leaned in, heads tilting to accommodate the other, but when Techno connected with something, he knew it was not Dream's lips. A Blob had managed to slip in at the last second, squeaking happily. The two pulled back in equal astonishment, allowing the Blob to drop on Dream's lap.

Dream's expression rapidly soured. "You little-!" He snatched the Blob up, gripping its little body in a tight grasp. "That's it. You're all going in timeout now." With a snap of his fingers, all the Blobs including the ones that hung from the ceiling exploded into puffs of clouds, leaving the two in near total darkness aside from Dream's glowing eyes. "Much better. Now..." Hands suddenly grabbed Techno by the shoulders and twisted them so he was flat on his back and Dream was straddling his waist. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in once again, bright green illuminating both their faces. "Where were we?"

#idiots in love #dnb #dreamnoblade #dnb god au #bubble writes #suggestive #i should be posting these on ao3 too but idk #i always feel like what i post on there needs to be a certain format/length so tumblr just gets everything

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slightlyunconventional · 8 months

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short-ish fic that im too tired to title based off this absolutely spectacular post (s/hadow & b/one, modern au k/anej with allergic k/az)

Inej woke up, eyes slowly opening in the dark bedroom, and squinted over at the digital clock on her bedside: 4:37am. She spent hardly a second considering what might’ve woken her, for it was so little a concern. It wasn’t uncommon for her sleep to often be interrupted at some ungodly hour of the night. Being a heavy sleeper was never really a trait she could assign to herself, and she supposed that could be owing to a plethora of reasons, the primary of which being the Menagerie. She scarce dwelled on the subject in her mind, though, for fear of unwelcome memories resurfacing to tug her back down into their dark depths.

After lying still for a moment or two, attentive, so as to identify a possible cause of her awakening, she heard nothing but the gentle whirring of the building’s inner workings. Inej rolled over, unconcerned and ready to return to her sleep, only to find the other side of the bed empty. With a frown, she smoothed her hand over the sheets. Cold. She sat up. A miniscule seed of worry had begun to grow in her head, filling her brain with all of the worst possibilities. He probably just went to the bathroom, she thought, reassuring herself. But, she knew even this wasn’t likely. Kaz had begun sleeping soundly all through the night now that the nightmares had finally started to ease. She listened with bated breath, until she caught a glimpse of the glow sneaking under the door to the ensuite, and allowed herself to relax a little. He just heard a noise, or something, that’s all. Maybe the same thing that woke me up. The knowledge that Kaz was safe and accounted for gave Inej comfort. She told herself she’d simply wait for him to come back and then go to sleep again, so she moved to lay back down and pull the duvet back over herself, until a muffled sound that Inej couldn’t quite place came from the bathroom. She frowned again, brows furrowed in concern, before getting out of the bed.

She began padding near-silently toward the bathroom door with her mind full of thoughts of concern and confusion, pausing halfway to listen once more for that unidentified muffled sound. And sure enough, it came again, a smidge louder this time. Inej had no idea what Kaz could possibly be doing. She furrowed her brows further and walked the rest of the way to the door. She knocked, a little tentative, only to find that the door wasn’t locked, or even properly closed for that matter, so it creaked slowly open as she did so. The bathroom lights were harshly bright, so stark white that she had to lift an arm to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the abrupt change. Once they did, the sight she was met with left Inej speechless. She stared incredulously at Kaz, Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, Bastard of the Barrel, sitting on the rim of the bathtub in a slightly-too-big black hoodie and boxer shorts, hair unkempt, exuding the same level of absolutely pathetic as a drenched cat. If not for what Inej noticed next, she might have even laughed. His eyes looked dreadfully watery, all red around the rims, as was his nose, and he held what could only be described as a bouquet of tissues up to his face. Inej was only slightly speechless.

"Kaz, love, it's four in the morning. What's going on, are you alright?"

"... I'm fine, go back to bed," Kaz replied, a half-assed mumble. He was deliberately avoiding eye contact, casting his gaze to literally anywhere else. Obviously, Inej was unconvinced. She pressed further.

"Have you been… crying?"

Kaz finally met her eyes as she said this, and they looked all the more irritated when he wasn’t staring elsewhere. Inej thought he’d have to put up a pretty good argument to convince her he hadn’t been sobbing his guts out all night.

“No,” he replied, muffled by the tissues he still held to his face like some kind of lifeline. “Ju-just–hhHISCHHUuh! hhuh’sSHHhuh!”

And, just like that, it all dawned upon Inej at once. This was the reason Kaz had woken up, why he had been absent from their bed for so long, why he looked so dishevelled. The noise I heard earlier, she thought, that’s what that was. Inej felt like some kind of mastermind putting all the pieces together, even though the answer was right in front of her… sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“Oh, Saints, Kaz,” Inej offered a pitying half-smile. “How long have you been up like this?”

“Ten minutes? Maybe fi-hih-fteen?” he replied, lifting one shoulder in a poor attempt at a shrug. He rubbed at his nose through his bundle of tissues. That earned him an exasperated look from Inej.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Kaz let out a near-silent sigh. “I didn’t… want to. I’m- I’m okay, it’s just my–h’huhh! Fuck– my allergiesSCHHhuhh! hh’hHH’hHSCHHh’iew!” He sighed. “Not worth getting you up for. You needed to sleep.”

His voice sounded rather thick after the itchy-sounding double, and it was becoming rapidly evident that he was incredibly fed up with sneezing so much, judging by the way he exhaustedly dropped the hand clutching his tissues into his lap afterwards. No matter how much concern and pity filled Inej’s brain, she couldn’t help but find Kaz just a little bit endearing in this state. Still, she was baffled as to why he didn’t consider waking her in this time of, well, crisis, or even think to put on some more clothes before getting up for the bathroom. His lack of… coverage was rather obvious due to the practically paper-white paleness of his legs. I need to get him outside more, thought Inej with an internal eyeroll.

“Oh, love… you look freezing,” she said, worrying at her lower lip slightly. “You didn’t think to grab a blanket at the very least?”

Kaz frowned. “I didn’t have time, I-I–hh’hehiihhH’ssSHHhiew! h’hHt–! ‘sSCHHhuh!” He sniffled, once, then paused, eyebrows scrunched a fraction and eyes glazed over, lips parted so slightly. For a moment he remained like this, in limbo, until his chest quickly rose with a sharp gasp of breath. “-hh’hHiih’ssCHHh’hew! huh’hh-SHHhuuh! Huh… I just woke up and it was so– they just kept coming, I couldn’t have held it off if I tried– I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

Inej offered a sympathetic smile as Kaz knuckled miserably at the side of his nose. “It’s okay. I was probably almost awake anyway. You know I’m a light sleeper,” she reassured. “Now, come on, come back to bed and get yourself warmed up, yeah?”

“...but I’m still–” he started reluctantly, before being cut off by his own reflexes. “hhiihh’hh’sSHHhiew! hihH’TSHHh’uh! Saints.”

“I don’t mind as long as you’re warm. And getting enough sleep - you don’t seem to be doing much of that lately,” Inej replied warmly. Kaz was still unconvinced.

“C’mere, love,” she continued, putting on mock puppy eyes. “The bed’s too big for just me.”

Kaz’s lips tilted a bit at that and he finally lifted himself off the side of the bath, rubbing his eyes with one half-hoodie-sleeve-covered hand. Once he was upright, he grabbed the box of tissues rather miserably from beside the sink and followed Inej back into their room. She was about to guide him back into bed, when he spoke again.

“Wait, h-holdon–!” he said, utterly breathless, before ducking down into his elbow to muffle a set of strong sneezes. “h-huhh’sSCHHhuh! hh’hiihhH’SSHHh’iew! Fuck, sorry.”

“Bless you,” Inej murmured kindly. She placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

They both got back into bed, in silence save for the occasional itchy sniffle from Kaz, and finally resumed their usual ritual of nestling comfortably against one another. His head fit neatly up against hers and she rested her hand gently on his chest.

“Now don’t worry about disturbing me, okay? Just as long as you’re here with me, and not freezing your ass off in the bathroom,” she said quietly in the dark of their room. “Sneeze on me if you really have to,” she added with a smirk.

“I will absolutely not be doing that,” Kaz replied. The disgust in his voice was dampened somewhat by the combination of congestion and exhaustion as he was already halfway asleep.

Right before drifting off, Inej made a mental note to remind Kaz to take his allergy meds when they both woke up.

#snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #s/hadow and b/one #snzfic #sneeze kink #i hope this is okay i havent written in ages sob #enjoy

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electricgoldtendercare · 2 years

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YACHT CLUB || C.L.

||hi everyone! I got inspired to write a little blurb about Charles Leclerc and meeting his friends for the first time so I wanted to post it here! I don’t own any characters but this is all my writing. Let me know what you think, any feedback is wanted! Forgive my formatting, i’m on mobile! ||

When Charles had asked you to come meet all of his friends you had been excited, happy that it was finally happening but as it got closer and closer you were nervous. The nerves were only made worse when you found out you’d all be on a yacht in the Mediterranean. Of course you knew the racers by their fame but you had yet to meet them. You had been to races but only really stayed in the Ferrari paddock, meaning your connection extended to Carlos and the Ferrari team.

You and Charles had been dating since the end of 2021 and despite both wanting you to meet his friends earlier, as soon as the 2022 season started he was focused on nothing else. You were with him to go through the highs and the heartbreaks of the first half of the season and without much break, it ended up being just the two of you.

As nervous as you were, you were even more excited. Charles had told you so many stories about everyone and it just made it all the more exciting to meet them. The love Charles showed for them made you want this night to go perfect, so if you took a little more time getting ready no one could blame you. You went through a few swimsuits before finding the perfect one. Matching with Charles, you wore a pink bikini with splashes of red and blue on them and opted for a lacy white coverup. Charles had seemed wary of it, fingertips tracing up and down your arms and biting at his lip. The way his eyebrows furrowed just made you giggle and with just a few kisses and your fingers twirling the hair at the back of his neck he was back to normal.

Arriving to the yacht you felt the nerves creeping up, wrapping your hands around Charles’ arm and not letting him get too far ahead of you. You and Charles had learned ways to comfort each other early on. Wether it was a sad night or a difficult race, you always seemed to know what to do to help out. In this case he slipped his arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head “It will all be okay, mon bebe. They will adore you.” Immediately you felt more relaxed and ready for the night.

Stepping in you heard voices up ahead and put on a smile as you both turned the corner to see the group of drivers sitting together. Instead of it being awkward like you had expected, the room erupted into cheers and whistles for the two of you. Each driver got up to introduce themselves to you, mostly with hugs but the occasional man (Danny & Pierre) would kiss each of your cheeks, causing Charles’ arm to tighten ever so slightly around your waist.

Once things were settled and drinks were handed out, you sat close to Charles on the couch with Lando on your other side. “So y/n, I can see why Charles has been hiding you away, keeping

you all to himself.” Daniel jokes and you laugh a little, glancing towards Charles. “Well now that i’ve met you all, he’ll have a hard time keeping me away.” You joke back, causing a small amount of cheers from the drivers. You feel Charles’ hand slipping underneath the cover up, finding your hip to rub slowly and pull you back into his chest.

After catching up and talking for a while, Lando suggested that everyone goes for a swim before the sun starts to set. You hop up and pull Charles along behind you. You pull your cover up off and notice that your boyfriend was basically standing guard, keeping you hidden from the other drivers. You giggle and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You know i’m here with you, right?” You tease and he grumbles something in french under his breath. Having been fairly isolated for most of your relationship you never saw the cute ways Charles got jealous over you until now. Figuring he just needed to cool off you brought him down to the ledge and made him jump into the water with you. You noticed a difference immediately and within minutes you were all splashing each other and playing around.

After nearly an hour, you were all climbing back into the yacht, talking about playing some games and drinking some wine. You were about to join them on the couch when you felt your boyfriend pull you away. Confused, you ignored the whistles from the guys and followed him with furrowed brows. Once arriving to the bow of the ship you noticed an area decorated with candles, blankets, and a bucket of different kinds of champagne. It didn’t hit you that Charles had set this up until you glanced over to him and he had a small smile on his face, waiting for your reaction. Your face broke into a huge grin and you nearly jumped into your boyfriend’s arms, shaking her head. “You did not set this up all for me, did you?” you ask, to which he replied “Of course I did, mon amour. Just for you.” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss before carrying you over to the area and sitting you down.

Champagne was opened and the two of you cheered to how well the night had been going so far. “The view is pretty but you’re even prettier.” Charles whispered, causing you to laugh loudly and shake your head. “You are so corny.” You joke, climbing to straddle his lap. The sunset had been completely forgotten as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and yours threaded into his hair. Your lips melted together into a kiss, getting more and more heated. Large hands had just started sliding up to start undoing your bikini top when you both were jolted apart by a whistle. Thanking god that your back was turned, you watched Charles pull a blanket up over the two of you as Pierre yelled down “hey love birds, we’re about to start charades and we need the two of you to stop making out and come up.”

Your cheeks went pink and you hid your face in your boyfriend’s neck, giggling softly to yourself as you felt his body shake against you as he chuckled. You pull off your swimsuit cover and reach over for his shirt, sliding it on with a smirk. You gave him a few more kisses before standing up to go back to the group. You both went reluctantly and settled down on the couch.

“No! You guys can’t be a team, you’ll cheat!” Lando says and before you or Charles could fight it Daniel spoke up “I call y/n! Come be on my team.” He smiles and despite Charles tensing under you you climbed up, giving him a small kiss before you went over to sit next to Daniel. The rest of the group paired up and the game began.

Turns out you and Daniel made an amazing team. Somehow you just knew what he was acting out and vice versa. “Joe Montana!” You yell as the timer ends and Daniel runs over and spins you around with a laugh. You think nothing of it until you hear Lando chuckle and glance over to Charles who has a grumpy look on his face. You sit next to him, about to whisper something to him when it’s his and Lando’s turn to play. Daniel takes his place next to you and starting to tell you some story about a party where Charles’ got extremely drunk. You let out a laugh, nearly having to cover your mouth with how loud it comes out. You blush slightly but realize it had gone silent, looking over at your boyfriend.

He has the most adorable pout on his face and it nearly made you coo audibly. Lando let out an exasperated sigh when the timer runs out without Charles even getting one action in. Charles nearly stomps over to the couch and sits back, a furrow in his brow. As adorable as he looked you didn’t want to make him sit in his misery for too long. You had a few turns before you went next so you decided to climb onto his lap.

You get some over dramatic ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ but your focus was on your grumpy boyfriend. Your hands hold the sides of his face and you lean in to kiss him. You kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose and then finally his lips before pulling away to see a small smile on his face. “There he is.” You whisper, hand moving down to the side of his waist to tickle him a bit. He lets out a chuckle and your job is done.

Well, it was. Until you and Daniel won the game of charades. “Maaate! We fucking killed that! I reckon we’re a better team than you and Charles, ey?” He says, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug, shaking your head. The anger on your boyfriend’s face no longer cute and you felt bad. “I think it’s probably time for us to turn in.” You said, walking over to Charles and pulling him up. You slip your arms around his bare waist and lean up to kiss him before turning back to the group. “I had so much fun, it was really nice to meet you all.” You told them genuinely and went around to give quick hugs. Daniel could tell he had taken it too far so a handshake was all that was offered with a knowing look.

You take Charles’ hand and lead him away as you say goodbye to everyone. Once you’re off the yacht you slip your arm around his waist again and turn to face him. Looking up through your lashes you put on your best pouty face, biting your lip slightly. “Tu seras toujours mon partenaire de jeu préféré, mon amour.” You whisper up to him and the smile that cracks on his face at the broken french is enough to get your heart racing.

No more words were shared on your way home, just the constant feeling of Charles’ fingers brushing against any bare skin he could access. That didn’t stop on the way up to his home, barely able to keep his hands off of you to get the keys out of his pocket to let you both inside. Once you were in, you both changed and climbed into bed.

One of your favorite things about Charles was the small whines he’d let out when he wanted something but didn’t want to ask. Most days right before you both went to bed he’d tug your shirt off, or try to at least. If it worked he’d just smile proudly to himself but if it didn’t he’d let out small grunts and wines until you finally caved in. You caved in every time. Tonight wasn’t any different and you suddenly found yourself with your back pressed directly to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and resting on your bare stomach. “Plus de nuits de jeux s'il vous plaît.” Is all he whispered into your ear before the both of you drifted off to sleep.

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piss-pumpkin · 10 months

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The future (Hunter/golden guard x reader)

Around 2.8k words

Reader is in the oracle track, also I invent how oracle magic works since it wasn’t really explored in the show lmao

I don’t know how it happened but I only really post on here when people give me compliments 💀

Coming back to school after… Belos, was something. Disorganized classes, half the teachers fired, a new headmaster… there was a lot.

And after a few weeks of preparation, there was an orientation day for new and returning students, to see the new system and choose their classes. No more tracks. And the facilities to properly teach wild magic were in the works. How lovely.

Most people were choosing the classes they’d been with the longest. You weren’t much different. Some new, mostly old. It was a comfort zone, and with all the change happening, it was a content one. The oracle track was a lovely place.

And that was something you had to convince him. Hunter, never having been a student, had no idea what classes to choose.

If Hunter liked oracle magic, then you’d end up seeing him a lot more during school… maybe even impress him.

You smiled, taking his hand to lead him into the empty classroom. You supposed everyone else was doing their selection, or was hanging out outside. “Come on, give it a shot.” You dragged him over to your desk, carved with old jokes and cluttered with a crystal ball. “You could see the future,” you said, adding as much mystique to your voice as possible, “I foresee you’ll love it.”

He smiled at the pun, “The future?” He asked, pulling a chair from another table to sit across from you.

You sat down to, and gave the crystal ball a spin. “Yep, super easy to see with this bad boy,” you smirked, trying to sell him on the idea. Before he could speak, you put he offer out. “Come on, let me read your future, it will be fun.”

He pursed his lips, apprehensive. “Uhhh, sure,” he said. “So how does it work?”

You smiled, hoping you piqued his curiosity, and happy to teach him anything he asked.

You placed your hand in the orb, sparing Hunter a glance and a smirk as you did, exhaling slightly. “So, it’s super simply, actually,” you started, the crystal ball starting to swirl inside. “I think reading people’s futures like this is like, the first thing you learn in the oracle track.”

Hunter nodded along, watching intently as the purple colours started to come alive at your touch. You couldn’t help but smile as your eyes fell on his concentrated expression, as if he was trying to learn all he could just by watching. Maybe your plan was working. The furrow of his brow told you maybe he was intrigued.

“So, for me to see your future, you gotta touch the balls.”

”ball, singular,” he sighed, eyes drifting back up to yours with a tired and unamused expression.

You snickered, “My balls could make you see the fut-“

Hunter cut you off with a groan, and called vented a smile. “Titan, the human realm made you worse,” he laughed.

You folded over slightly, “Luz is a great influence, what do you mean,” you laughed. Your hand nearly slipped off the crystal ball for a moment as you did, causing the swirling colours to falter. “Oh shit-“ you pressed your hand back onto the orb.

You looked at him for a moment, remembering why you were here. Maybe Hunter being in your class wasn’t such a good idea. You smirked a slightly off putting smirk as your motive started to crumble. He was quite distracting. “Right,” you recovered. “So you have to put your hand on the orb with me, and I’ll see your future.”

Hunter nodded, placing his hand opposite to yours. He was smiling to himself as he did, a rather infectious smile, it seemed. You found yourself grinning back at him, happy he had at least some love for your occasionally insufferable humour.

The smile faded from his lips a moment. He glanced at the ball for a second, then back at you. “Wait, will I be able to see it too?” He asked, watching the soft colours of the crystal cloud around his fingertips.

You smiled, “nope, just me.” Your eyes fell on his finger tips, ungloved. “So you’ll just have to take my word for whatever it is I see,” you snickered.

”That doesn’t seem fair,” he murmured. For a second his lips pursed, and eyes squinted. “Wait, if my future was horrible, would you tell me?”

Your brow furrowed as your face fell into a smile meant to reassure. “You’re future is gonna be fine, dude.”

“But like, would you?”

You pursed your lips, thinking a moment. “Yeah, I would. What’s the point in hiding that?”

Hunter chuckled reflexively, “I don’t know, sparing my feelings?” He smiled his toothy grin at you.

You exhaled, “Would you rather that,” you chuckled, “on the off chance that I see something unfortunate?”

Hunter paused to ponder, eyes drifting off and looking to the window behind you. “You know what, use your own discretion,” he smiled, eyes falling back on you. “I trust you to know-“ he glanced at the floor, “what I should know.”

You smiled, nearly rolling your eyes, “I honour the responsibility, then.” A lighthearted understanding reached, you thought best to ask, “So, are you ready then?”

”Yes,” Hunter replied, a slight bit of determination in his voice and a slight bit of fear. Suppose he’s had enough hardship in his past that he’d be scared of seeing his future. You smiled softly at the thought as you started the spell. You’d show him a lovely future. You had too. Your eyes started to glow a light purple with the orb, and your vision began to cloud.

”Oh Titan, that’s cool,” you heard Hunter exclaim quietly.

You giggled, “Yeah, man,” as the sight of the real world started to drift away, going white at the edges until it was gone, and Hunters voice vanished with it as he spoke some sort of reply.

It was just you, the crystal ball, and Hunter across from you, alone in the void for a moment. But you couldn’t hear him, just see. Then, replacing the classroom, a scene started to drift in. Blurry at first, but you blinked away the fog.

Around you, the ball, and Hunter, was a different place. The owl house living room. This must happen soon, because all the furniture isn’t back in yet. The room felt rather empty, the only big thing in it being a couch. You looked around for the other Hunter, trying to find the snap shot of future. Keeping your hands in the ball, you turned left, right, and around, trying to find him.

As you were looking behind you, voices carried through the hallway.

First, a very recognizable one, that some called annoying. But you never thought so. “I-I’d be honoured!” He stuttered, walking into the room. As you saw him, you saw the stars in his eyes, complete admiration. He turned around to face the hallway, and you saw two more figures.

First, Eda, who was strangely quiet, smiling to herself. Secondly, a man you hadn’t seen before. With a striking resemblance to the owl lady. He spoke, and his age was clear from his voice. “It’d my honour to teach you, son,” he said calmly. “Carving palismen is an art form I’d love to pass on.”

You gasped. Looking at the scene, and then back at the Hunter across from you, whose face was confused. His mouth was moving, but you couldn’t hear. Must be asking about the gasp.

“Hunter,” you said, a tad bit loud to compensate for how you couldn’t hear him. He winced as you spoke, and you adjusted the volume. “Sorry,” you laughed. “But, uh, good shits happening, good shit, you’ll love this,” you said, proud smile on your face.

The future Hunter was nearly in sobbing, wiping tears off with his palms as the Eda and the old man tried to calm him, and he insisted that he was happy.

The scene faded away, and you were left with a giddy grin in the void for a moment while the next snippet materialized. You could see the curiosity and slight bit of frustration on Hunters face as his lips moved, and you were sure he was asking about what you saw. That one is better left unsaid, for him to see when the time is right. His questioned about that one would go unanswered.

A new scene was coming in pieces. Outside, school grounds. This one was a tad bit further ahead than the last. The season was off. The present was spring, but this future was summer… probably. The sun shined a lot brighter, and patches of grass beneath you were dry and dead from the heat. Seemed summery.

As you blinked away the fog, Hunter walked down a path toward you, coming through the gate of Hexside. Your eyes widened, hoping to see a uniform, something to give away what classes he picked. That would help.

As you looked, you saw only his regular clothes though. Your face fell in disappointment. That didn’t last long though, as you spotted he was wearing one of his dumbass wolf shirts he made. That always made you smile.

Then something caught this future Hunter’s eyes. He looked to the side, down a connecting path, and his face lit up. Hunter grinned wide, and waved.

Curious, you followed his gaze. Down the path was… you. Your eyes widened. This could be interesting. You… the other you. Ran down the path toward him, a tad but awkwardly as you were carrying a bag on your back.

What were you guys doing there during the summer?

As the other you got close, Hunters face softened. You pursed your lips, watching as the other you came crashing towards him. You slowed down, but not completely. In a swift motion, you rammed into his side, body checking him off the path and sending him stumbling back a step into the crunchy grass.

Hunter laughed, head butting you gently as you both regained balance.

Well shit, now you were smiling like an idiot watching them.

You watched as they regained balance, holding onto each other as they did. Hunter was blushing. The other you couldn’t see it, their eyes were closed as they laughed to themself, but you could. Hunter was looking at the other you with adoration and flushed ears.

You couldn’t help yourself from smirking, and you didn’t have a free hand to cover your face with. Unfortunate, given you felt the heat of a blush creep onto your cheeks.

The present time Hunter that was across from you was staring at you with confusion, still speaking and not quite getting you couldn’t hear him. You glanced over at him, cheeky grin still wide on your lips, and blush on your face. He tilted his head to the side as he got a proper look at your expression, even more confused.

Snickering, you turned back to the future scene. The other Hunter and Y/n were chatting. Chatting vey close together, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying quietly.

The future you’s face was very close to his as you said something to him, and present you was blushing harder now. You must have said something to him, because the other Hunter turned away, covering his face and hiding a wide smile and flushed cheeks.

You couldn’t shake the grin from your lips as you watched. Titan, I’m so glad I can do that to him. The effect future you had was powerful.

As the future Hunter turned back to the other you, he smiled softly, taking your hand from your side and lacing your fingers together. Oh? He said something, beaming at you.

You laughed, and he did too. And just before you started to walk, he pulled your face closer, and kissed your forehead. Fuck. You wished that was you. Well… it was. You wished that was your present.

Your eyes widened in realization. That will be my present. Wildly, you glanced around. Hexside didn’t look much different. So the big construction plans must not have started. That means… this is soon. Perhaps, Mayhaps, if you’re lucky, this summer. You didn’t realize your jaw had fallen slack. This could be soon.

You kept watching as Hunter and Y/n, held hands, bumped into each other, and head butted as they walked down the path, swinging their arms between them. God I wish that were me, you thought, fully knowing it would be.

You’d never been jealous of yourself before, but there’s a first time for everything, yeah? You stared as they walked past, still slack jawed.

The scene started to fade away though, leaving you alone with… Hunter. Who looked so confused, brow scrunched, head tilted, relentless in his refusal to realize you can’t hear him, asking questions.

Grinning, you took your hands off the ball before another snippet could come to you. His voice came back.

”-you gotta tell me now, what was that?” He asked, hands still on the fading crystal ball. “Why do you look like that? I saw a lot of faces, Y/n, and I want to know what they mean, those were faces you don’t make often.”

“Hello,” you said sweetly. You felt your face with your now free hand. Hot to the touch on your cheek.

Hunter opened his mouth, then closed it. “Hello,” he answered, skeptical. “So, what’s my future look like?” He asked, taking his hand off the ball, and placing them in the table.

You couldn’t shake the smile that was plastered on your lips. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased.

Both of Hunters hands flew to his face, covering both his eyes as he leaned back. “Titan, come on!” He breathed. He dragged his fingers down his skin, pulling his features down. “You can’t make those faces and not tell me.”

”Oh but I can,” you snickered.

Hunter grumbled, opened his mouth to speak, and failed again. He smiled, then stopped. He sighed, then groaned, seemingly going through the five stages of grief. “Come on, tell me.”

”Didn’t you say just a few minutes ago that you trust me to tell you what you needed to know?” You smirked, throwing his words back at him.

“I-“ he started, pointing at you. “I meant that if it was bad!” He said. “I don’t think you’d be smirking like that if it was terrible, what happened?”

”You’ll just have to wait and find out,” you shrugged.

“Titan, do I need to take oracle classes just to see what you won’t tell me?” He grumbled.

You laughed, “Oh Titan, I actually forgot that’s why we were here.” You thought a moment, smirking to yourself. “I guess what I saw in your future distracted me that much,” you added dramatically.

Hunter groaned again, and you were lucky the oracle room was nearly empty. “Don’t do this to me, Y/n,” he pleaded. “I have to know now.”

You laughed, picking up the crystal ball to put back on its shelf. “And you will, when the time is right,” you said, placing it away.

”You know that’s not what I-“

Hands free, you cut him off by leaning hard on the table beside him. “How about we go get some food instead of hangout at school when we don’t have to, yeah?” you propositioned. There were other places you could spend an afternoon during orientation day.

Hunter looked around, and sighed. The classroom was empty anyways. “Yeah, alright,” he said reluctantly. He looked up at you with wide eyes, “but just this one time, we’ll get in trouble if we miss classes.”

You laughed, “I don’t know if that’s true, actually.” You pushed off the table, and offered a hand to help him up. “You know who the new headmaster is, Hunter.”

He took your hand, and with a pull, he was up. “Ugh, you’re right,” he shuddered. “There is gonna be so much less… rule following.”

”Isn’t that good?” You laughed, heading out of the classroom.

”No! There should be more structure!” He said, speaking with his hands, making wild gestures. He paused, and pursed his lips, “not like how it was before in the emperors coven, but like-“ he put his hand to his chin. “Rules to follow, that are good.”

You snickered, “good rules, eh?”

”Yes,” he said matter of factly.

You shook your head, still smiling. “If you say so, I suppose,” you said. Not like you disagreed. But you had to play devils advocate to bring out any bit of rebellion from him. “Let’s ignore rules today, we don’t need them.”

Hunter sighed, but he didn’t resist, walking with you down the main entrance way and towards town. “So are you really not gonna tell me what my future was?”

”Not a chance,” you laughed, shaking your head.

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itzmnne-3-111 · 3 months

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♡ “No… no, not dearer than you” ♡

Pt. 5!

”I love you! You may as well take my heart Catherine, it’s already full of you.”

“Please go!”

“What is it? What’s wrong my dear?”

Waking up to rays of sunshine peeking through your windows trying to get up but the tug of a broad hand on your waist pulls you back down then you hear a groan then a man’s hushed voice “Jus’ stay here love I’ll feed em’ later..” came from behind you

Turning your head to see closed eyes and messy dirty blond hair behind you “Simon?” You said quietly only a subtle ‘hm?’ Came from him in response turning back around and closing your eyes with a smile “you stayed?” You asked him “Corse I would car really can’t go anywhere you know..”

He said a comfortable silence loomed over the both of you as you felt his cheek rest on your shoulder “Not like I’d wanna leave anyway..” he said more in a whispered tone. You both sat there cuddled up on the couch with your dog sleeping below before you noticed the sun “what…what time is it?” You asked him getting a bit nervous “0950 love” he said as he held up his watch and showed you the time. You shook your head “0950?” You said a bit confused “ ‘member what I taught you” you slowly nodded then thought 9:50? Wait…9:50!? You quickly got up out of his arms and ran around looking for your phone as Simon quickly got up after you did and watched you

“Shit shit shit shit!” You said as you picked up your phone from the kitchen and tried not to drop it “Fuckin’ hell what is it?” Simon said as he yawned and stretched “Work Simon! I have work!” He sighed and walked behind you as you tried to type your boss a quick reply he hugged you close “Work can wait hun” you turned your head so fast it made your neck crack a bit before you turned back around quickly to rub the back of it “No!…shit..no it can’t I literally can’t be late to work again this week!” He sighed and stared at you as you tried to fix your hair/face “And why’s that?” You paused and looked up at him with a stressed smile “Cause I will get fired if I’m late again this month!” You said through gritted teeth before you rushed upstairs.

Simon looked at the dog that’s now standing and staring at him quite obviously confused as well “Women am I right Riley?” He said before going upstairs after you just to see you taking clothes out of drawers to find your work outfit he stood there on his phone before he chuckled “love” you groaned as you couldn’t find the matching gray sock to the one you found in a drawer “kind of busy!” You said annoyed.

He walked in the door and stood beside you as you looked through your closet for the remaining sock “Love” he said a bit louder than before “can’t talk at the moment!” You half yelled starting to get agitated a soft and raspy laugh was heard before he put his callous hand on your shoulder “Love it’s Saturday” he said you stopped and got your phone from he bed and looked at the obvious ‘SATURDAY, JAN 29’ over the time. Oh is all that you said before you got a text from your boss telling you no need to apologize if no one’s at the office. You gave yourself a mental face slap before you looked at Simon standing there softly smiling at you a mumbled “sorry..” is what you said before he hugged you and kissed the top of your head.

“It’s alright love.”

hope you guys had a great day! And I’m sorry for the late post I was with my cousin all day 😭🙏🏾

but I love you guysss and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! ^^ 🩷🩷🩷

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