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tender-rosiey · 8 months

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hii, hope im not bothering uu!!

my brain is obsessed with ur daddy gojo ficsss!! 🤭🤭 just a thought though. what if gojo brought his kid to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 kid can be a baby or like, 7-10?? or something? (idrc i jus need to feed my head with more dad gojo fics 😔😔, kid can be a girl or boy!!) hopee u have a nice dayyy!! ❤❤

missing – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I wrote the kid being around 5 or 6 max, I think?? hope you like this as well! <3

you are standing at the door, checking over everything with your husband, "satoru, you got the toys?"

like the proud and confident dad he is, he replies with ease, "yep."

"the snacks?"

“of course,” he grins, pulling up the bag of snacks and toys to show you.

but you’re still stressing, "what about—“

"wifey, relax!” he starts rubbing your shoulders soothingly; “I got everything she needs. you have nothing to worry about,” he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"last time you said that, you teleported with d/n to the maldives."

he laughs loudly, before pulling you into a big hug, "aww, babe; I said I am sorry,” he is swaying the both of you, “you know I wanted you to be with us."

"that's not the point!"

"oh wowie, look at the time!” he looks at his fake watch and starts gently pushing you towards the car, “you’re gonna be late sweetheart."

"oh god!" you gasp, quickly giving satoru his goodbye kiss, and running to your daughter to give her own goodbye peck on the cheek as well, “I will miss you; take care of dada, okay?”

“aren’t I the one who is supposed to do that taking care part?!”

“bye ‘toru; bye d/n! love you!”

“love you too!” they both reply in unison before looking each other in the eye. satoru grins at her, “do you want to see uncle nanami?”

“nanamin!” she squeals then runs to god knows where.

soon, they finally get to jujutsu tech.

it took longer than usual because the little missy ran off and decided to play hide and seek. in addition to that, since the madlives incident, you banned satoru from teleporting with d/n because it gets her really dizzy and she starts puking.

so like the common people, he takes a car and has to wait till they arrive there. he wants to grumble, but, at least, his princess is there to play with him and make conversations.

they are finally in class when nobara coos, crouching down in front of d/n, “oh, you’re so cute!”

the little girl grins, “thank you!”

“also, I love your dress!”

“oh; thank you!” d/n gasps and starts twirling around, “mommy picked it for me! It’s so pretty, right?” nobara nods eagerly at her and it makes d/n giggle.

d/n pauses for a moment, a pout on her face and eyes get teary, and looks at satoru, “mommy…”

satoru pats her head, “we will see her soon; don’t worry.”

“wow; I am surprised you’re acting like a proper dad,” megumi comments, waving at d/n who grins back at him.

swiftly, yuuji defends his teacher’s pride, “hey! sensei is a great dad!”

d/n starts swinging her arms around and running in place like she is preparing for something. soon. it is revealed what she is waiting for. the door opens and she launches herself at the new guest, “nanamin!”

nanami effortlessly catches her and secures his hold on her, “d/n, that was dangerous; what if you got hurt?”

she looks down with yet another pout, “I know…’am sorry. just missed you.”

nanami sighs before patting her head, “it’s alright,” a tiny smile creeps up, “are you having fun so far?”

she nods happily and starts rambling about how cool nobara is or how much fun yuuji is to be around. meanwhile, satoru is standing in a corner with his arms crossed and grumbling, “that’s my daughter, you know.”

“imagine losing your daughter’s affection to someone else,” megumi pops up from behind satoru.

he retorts with no hesitation, “imagine not having a father.”

satoru looks petrified at megumi who is so very offended. satoru starts mini-panicking, “wait—megumi, I was kidding!”

“divine dogs.”

satoru shrieks and d/n squeals, pointing at him, “minmin, daddy’s playing with ‘gumi’s dogs!”

nanami averts his attention to gojo playing (read: being attacked). he nods slowly at the suffering man, “he is having so much fun; isn’t he?”

“yay!” she throws her arms in the air.

nobara snaps a picture of d/n, “she’s adorable!”

yuuji sobs beside her, “I know right?!”

that was at the beginning of the day, but, right now, satoru has to attend a meeting for some reason with the higher-ups, including yaga. though, it hardly counts as a proper one considering that satoru laid out d/n toys so she can play with him.

“daddy, you’re not supposed to give him the green shirt; he needs the blue one.”

satoru quickly obeys, “yes ma’am,” and he changes the doll into his fabulous blue outfit. d/n giggles and holds his face to kiss his cheek.

one of the higher-ups clears his throat, “refrain from such disrespectful behavior during the meeting, gojo.”

satoru smiles humorlessly at the elder, “last time I checked, my daughter’s happiness is a lot more important than the nonsense you spout every single time.”

d/n carefully makes her way down the table and pulls on satoru’s pants, “daddy, toilet, please.”

“this was a fun meeting!” he beams, collecting d/n’s toys in her bag, “I have more urgent matters to attend to so adieu!” he mock bows, before bending to pick his daughter up, “let’s go princess.”

the door closes after satoru and d/n leave, and everyone looks at yaga. he takes a deep breath, “listen, that's his daughter. asking him not to pamper her is like asking a cat to let go of her kittens. you will get bit.”

time passes and satoru is chilling with d/n in the common room. she is laying on his lap and curled around herself. she groggily looks up to him, “when are we going to see mommy?”

he starts stroking her hair, “soon; I promise,” he takes out a candid picture he took of you and hands it to her, “how about you take this until we go back home and see mommy?”

she nods slowly and hugs the photo close. satoru smiles softly and presses a kiss to her forehead. not much after, d/n falls asleep with your photo secure in her hold.

it makes satoru chuckle. it reminds him of how he can never sleep without you either.

that’s why when he goes on mission, he scrolls endlessly through your photos until sleep takes over him or he listens to any voice message you sent. it helps him with the dilemma of missing you, and he is glad it helps his daughter the same way.

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harleehazbinfics · 2 months

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Love eat?

Alastor x cannibal servant!reader

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Word count: 1764

A/N: sup im back with more crack, jk. but yeahhh i did a oneshot of that imagine and now we're here. i've channeled my inner crazy and that led me to this oneshot lmao, sorry if it's not up to par but pls enjoooooyyyy!

ps I can't find the artist pls help. chainsaw man falling devil spoiler sorry

“Yuta!” you called your boyfriend from where you sat waiting for him.

“Sorry, I'm late,” he says with an apologetic smile, placing his bag to his side while he sat in front of me.

“No, it's ok! You're doing your best in school. I was the one who asked you to eat with me anyway,” you responded clapping your hands together, appealing cutely to your boyfriend.

“But you're busy with your culinary classes too. I'm sure you're working harder than I am!” He replied, making you smile at how genuine he sounded.

You reached inside your bag and presented 2 lunch boxes in front of him. His eyes widen in anticipation while you opened them, revealing a well plated pork cutlet and a healthy salad in the other lunch box.

“I have! I learnt a few new things during class, and I wanted you to be the first to eat my cooking. I hope you like them!” He smiles at you, flattered that he was the first thing on your mind when you made the meal. He always loved your cooking.

The both of you met when you were first years, he was just roaming the halls familiarizing himself with the school layout when he heard you squealing inside a room and helped you put out a small fire that you accidentally created while you stayed behind in the Economics Room to relearn the basics taught to you that day. So, he stayed with you until the end so that you won't set the whole room on fire this time, and as thanks you gave the meal you completed to him afterwards. As he tasted it, threw it back up when he tasted how salty it was, so you resolved yourself that you'd make a decent meal for him, and that's where your friendship to relationship started.

“Wow! You've really outdone yourself this time!” He yells with stars in his eyes, savoring each bite.

You laughed at him and pushed the salad closer to him, and said, “You can eat all of it. It's all for you!”

“Really? Thanks a lot! It's so great to have you as my girlfriend!”

-=-=-=-

“Yuta?” you asked with wide eyes as you eyed the knife in his hand that was pointed at you.

“I-I can't take it anymore. I don't want to eat any food you make for me anymore, it’s disgusting. I don’t want to eat humans! I hate it, I hate it, I HATE YOU!” He screamed lunging at you.

He pushes the knife to your stomach, a few moments later you feel the metallic taste in your throat, letting the liquid drop from your tongue as you took has face that held great remorse for you. You smiled at the pretty expression on his face and rubbed your thumb on his cheeks, smearing it with your own blood.

"How pretty. I love all the expressions you make. Do it more," you coughed out.

His expression changes from fear to disgust and anger. Vengefully, he takes your wrists binding them together in his forceful grip and continues to stab you until you died from the pain and blood loss. However, despite your body tensing and losing color on you face, he never stopped. After his knife slipped out of his hands from your blood, he threw himself at you and bit into your neck.

Devouring you. Bit by bit.

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You've been aimlessly roaming around hell and chopping sinners with your cleaver that were dumb enough to pick a fight with you. At the moment, you sat on top of a building waiting for something to happen while eating an beefy arm starting from the shoulder.

While you were gnawing at it with a blank expression on your face. You were surprised when a massive green explosion appeared out of nowhere, inducing a few screams of terror.

Just a couple blocks in front of you, you see a giant red deer demon with black tentacles coming out his back as he crushed sinners in his hands and consuming them.

You immediately dropped the arm you were holding and watched as the overlord showed off his power against you, sinners. Unable to hold yourself, you followed his parade of chaos and squeaked when he appears behind you wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"How rude of you to follow me around, while I was playing with my meal," he remarks with a snarky tone.

You got distracted with his voice. How could someone be so seductive with a radio filter on, you ask yourself.

"It's also rude to stare, you know?" He adds, starting to get pissed off by how unresponsive you were as you just kept gawking at him.

"I was just admiring how powerful you were, sir! I've never seen a demon turn into that kind of form. I-I was enchanted!" You yelled at him, hands clasped together while fan-girling at his abilities with hearts in your eyes.

"My, I've never seen such behavior from a person such as you. Are you eager to be eaten?" He laughs before his eyes turning black leaving his red pupils and radio dial iris.

"Yes! I would be happy to!" You answered almost immediately, making him revert to his normal self, getting caught off guard with your reply.

He hums turning his head in confusion and irritation, “Well, that just won’t do. I only like it when my prey gets scared rather than having a sacrifice like you.”

He tries to ride away in his shadow but before he could do so, he halts in his steps when you step in front of him. “Please! I’ll act scared! I’ll do anything! I just want to be with you!” you cried dropping to the floor pathetically making him deadpan to the sight.

He huffs, and turns his back at you, “Hmm. Do what you wish.”

With that, you stayed and served Alastor for years. You’ve arranged deals for him, did his bidding on some occasions and even represented him a few times in meetings. However, your main occupation was his personal chef.

Sure, one could argue that he likes his meats raw and cooks for himself sometimes. But do you expect that man to cook every meal for himself for a nearly a century? Overlords don’t have that much free time, you know? (or at least that what Sir Alastor says) and you happily take on this task when he discovers that you were an excellent chef, living up to his own impossible standards.

However, you find yourself in a very peculiar situation.

“(y/n)? Is it really you?”

You’ve come face to face with your first love and your killer. You couldn’t help but leap up from you position and hug him while he did his best to get away from you.

“Yuta! You’re finally in here! I knew you’d come to find me, hehe,” you cried still hugging him while he struggled in your mighty grip. “I’ve been waiting for you, y’know?” you said to him with your eyes darkening at him giving him the familiar dangerous look in your eye making him tense up and unconsciously threw you across the room with his strength.

You didn’t hit the impact when Alastor raised his arms and caught you before placing you on your feet, ignoring your heart-eyes as usual.

“And who is this with you?” he asks the group, almost sneering at the new man.

“This is Yuta! He’s our new guest! We found him in Cannibal Town, and he asked us where we were, he’s now he's here!” Charlie introduces excitedly holding Yuta by the shoulder.

“Ooh, is he a bad boy?” Nifty asks looking flirtatiously.

“Why, of course! He’s the one that killed me after all!” I announced with a smile. “Isn’t that right, dear?”

He rolls his eyes and says to Charlie, “I’ll be fine anywhere as long as I don’t get involved with her. I’ll find a room myself.”

You all watch as he shows himself to one of the rooms while Charlie replies, “Uhh, ookayyy?”

“So, what’s with you and that guy?” Angel first asks, “There’s a lot of sexual and… psychological tension there.”

“Yeah, and what do you mean he killed you?” Vaggie continues, while all of them looked at you.

“Oh, you know, couple fights. One thing led to another and poof, I was gone,” you explained simply with a laugh, making Nifty laugh as well.

“So, you two dated?” Angel asked in surprise.

“Exactly, why?” I smiled at him.

“Uhh, sure. He just looks like a boy failure to me. How the fuck could he bag a hottie like you!” Angel laughs throwing his head back.

"What a crazy bitch," Husk comments blankly looking at you before peeking at Alastor's annoyed face making him raise his long brow.

You tilt you head to the side confused, before Charlie would come in and say that she’d explain it to you.

A few weeks gone by, and you didn’t stop pestering your ex with things he hated when you couldn’t get enough of the expressions on his face. You loved seeing him get so angry with you, you just loved getting on his nerve. Or it could be some fucked up enjoyment of how you remembered being eaten by him half dead that sent chills to your body every time.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your shit!” he yells bursting in flames.

“Oh, what? Cat got your tongue baby boy?” you teased him hands behind your back trying to annoy him.

“Oh, fuck you!” he screams as he runs forward at you trying to land a punch which you jump away from effortlessly.

He eventually tires himself out and sees you giving the deer demon googly eyes that ticks him off. He loads up a fire blast and shoots it at Alastor. You intercepted it in between not noticing him following behind it and takes hold of you neck choking you.

“Not bad,” you wheeze out with a wicked grin, setting him off and squeezing your neck tighter.

He fails to notice the black portal underneath him where a black tentacle reaches out to his ankle and wraps around his body, making him let go off you.

“I’d rather you not mess with my property if I were you,” Alastor announces menacingly as he had you in his arms. You feel starstruck as you were being princess carried and being defended by the one you admired. “I don’t like sharing, so this is my last warning for both of you to not get involved with each other.”

“Yes, sir! Anything for you!” you scream your heart out that felt like it was beginning to burst out of your chest and leap in your throat, while you give him heart eyes that he ignored, while he brought both of you to his chambers.

"Are you finally going to eat me, Sir Alastor?"

"Shut your mouth before I stitch it up for you."

"Yes, sir! I love you! 💕"

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doobean · 6 months

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AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you.

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice.

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year.

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.

“Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’.

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place.

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration.

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor.

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager.

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests.

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments.

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now.

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head. You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand. “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist.

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight.

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure.

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him. Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime.

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi.

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth.

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk.

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest.

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore.

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART III)

@milkistoshi @mareonyan @saenora @blissblossom @wowonamo

#doobean:kinktober23 #cw: power imbalance #cw: video recording #cw: age gap #bllk #blue lock #bllk smut #bllk x reader #nagi x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock x female reader #bllk x female reader #doobean writes

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comradekatara · 3 months

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hi, fully optional atla meta question: hypothetically, how would the rest of the gaang react if they somehow found out how very damaged and mentally ill sokka is? (also please know that I am asking this because you have the very bestest sokka takes thank you)

im so sorry, but something about the phrasing of this ask is just really funny to me??? idk why but i can’t stop picturing them all in therapy a la that one sunny episode. “the gaang gets analyzed.” aang being like “i was frozen in an iceberg for an entire century.” “that’s not possible.” “well first of all through the avatar spirit all things are possible, so jot that down.” azula constantly spouting that she graduated top of her class at the royal fire academy for girls so there’s no way some two bit shrink will be able to get through to her. toph insisting that she is impenetrable vault while spitting peanut shells at her therapist with utmost hostility, five minutes later she’s sobbing about her mommy. zuko doesn’t even need five minutes, he starts sobbing about his mommy in under five seconds. katara willingly recounts the entire story of her life but it’s the most biased narrative you’ve ever heard. ty lee somehow gets her therapist to open up to her. mai just does a little comedy bit to amuse herself until their time is up, and then afterwards she’s like “hm…. maybe i should’ve actually brought up my pervading existential dissatisfaction and constant unending misery.” suki doesn’t realize what the purpose of a therapy session is and keeps treating it like a first date. sokka keeps insisting that he doesn’t need therapy because he’s too smart for it. his therapist is like “i am perfectly willing to acknowledge that you’re a genius but that’s also totally irrelevant to the project of cognitive behavioral therapy.” sokka basically just treats it like a game to be won and somehow manages to describe every single facet of his life truthfully while passing himself off as perfectly well-adjusted and happy. katara and zuko come out of their sessions like “wow i feel so refreshed, like so many of my emotional burdens have been lifted, and i can finally navigate my feelings in a healthier way. isn’t therapy great?” and sokka’s just like “maybe for you normies. while you’re working on developing healthier coping mechanisms or whatever, i’m playing psychological pai sho with a guy who thinks i’m so mentally stable i don’t even need therapy.” so basically he is a lost cause.

#kalliopeia-musing #asks #i realized i actually didn’t answer your question at all #but it genuinely makes me too sad to talk about #so instead you get this #the gaang and #synthesis #(always sunny reference)#sokka #the royal fire academy for girls is the penn state of the fire nation btw #(jk obviously azula only goes to harvard)

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darlingsfandom · 7 months

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Calling Steve daddy taunting him as a joke until he yanks you into the bathroom and demands you say it again as he finger fucks you so good and talks you through it

do you live in my brain??

Gif credit: whoever made it/google images .

It was a joke, really it was! You were sitting with Steve and the rest of the group was sitting with you guys at the table in the corner of the back of the bar. You may or may not have snuck a few drinks of Nancy's fruity little drink. As the night went on Robin was talking about how she was promoted at Family Video and Nancy was talking about how she's having a hard time with English class in college. You already knew what Eddie and Steve were up to since you three lived together, well you and Steve lived together Eddie was the roommate who left his dirty dishes in the sink without rinsing them.

"Wow sounds like mommy and daddy huh!" Robin snorted as she elbowed you a little while looking at Eddie who was holding his beer in his hand.

"I mean Steve is Daddy!" Your cheeks flushed red as Steve gave you a daring glance. No one said a word for about five minutes before Nancy got up to order another round of drinks. You felt bad because now everyone was a bit weirded out and as soon as everyone finished that round. Eddie slapped Steve on the shoulder and said he'd see you guys at home. Both you and Steve sat there quietly for a minute before you got up to pay the tab, upon paying and giving a nice tip , you felt your arm being pulled and your feet scrapping slightly across the floor only to realize it was Steve dragging you into the bathroom.

You back was slammed against the stall as Steve gripped his hands around your neck. You loud gasp left your lips as he kissed you hard pushing his hands deeper into your neck only to let go suddenly allowing the breathe inside of you to stabilize again. "Daddy! You really had to tell all our friends about it?" Steve looked at you sternly as you felt small beneath him.

"I'm sorry but it's true! You're daddy and you know it. You're my daddy! And I'm your good girl !" You stomped your foot at him and Steve wasn't having it. He yanked your skirt down to your ankles and grinned when he noticed the wet spot on your panties.

"Good girls don't get this wet when they're in public with their friends." Steve ran his finger tips over the wet patch before pulling your panties down and sliding one finger inside of your wet folds. "And they sure as hell don't put their daddy on display like that when it's a secret!" Steve bit your neck hard before sliding in another finger. He gave you a second to adjust before he scissored you open and plunged his thick fingers in and out of you.

"Fuck fuck! I'm sorry okay! I love you! I love that your my daddy and I just people to know! Okay ! Fuck!" You whined and squirmed around before Steve wrapped his hand around your throat again giving it a tight squeeze. Your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling of Steve's palm rubbing against your clit, fingers working over you and his warm lips against your own.

"I know you are sweet girl, but it was our secret!" He bit your bottom lip taking no mercy on how your pussy was aching from the roughness he was giving you. Your thighs started twitching as you gripped his wrist.

"Steve Steve STEVE! I .. fuck .. DADDY! Please!" You cried out making it echo off the dirty walls. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Do it baby! Be my good little whore that you are and fucking soak the floor! I know ya can!" Steve squeezed your mouth open to spit in it while you rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Daddy. Daddy DADDY!! IM FUCK, FUCK IM CUM... OH MY GOD!" Your orgasm hit hard as Steve pulled his fingers out to focus on the fact you were gushing all over the floor and his shoes. "I CANT,STOP!" You were shaking as your stood there squirting looking at Steve who stood there with a grin on his face.

"Good. Look what a mess you made!" He yanked your hair and pulled you down until you were in a squatting position. "I should make you lick it off my shoe for being such a brat.... but this floor is more disgusting now... so I'll just have to let you walk out of here with a soaked ousts and no panties." Steve fixed you up a little before shoving you out the door and walking down the hall and you could feel everyone's eyes on you as you walked with Steve back outside to go home.

#Steve Harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #emsblurbs

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for ignoring my friend (? idrk where we r now in friendship terms)

So basically I (14F) was gonna eat with my friend (14F) during lunch period at school, my other friend (14M, lets call him A) texted me and said ‘hey do u wanna sit with me?’ and i responded with ‘sorry i’m sitting with my other friend today !!!’ and then put my phone away (my phone is on silent btw so i didn’t hear them send me any texts other than that) so i thought that was that cause they are a pretty understanding friend and i went to go eat lunch.

In 3rd period after lunch and before it fully started I checked my phone and saw that A texted me some more, I checked the text they sent and it said ‘wow so u only sit with me when it’s convenient for u???’ (for context: i used to sit with these 2 guys during lunch but then one day both of them were sick for a bit so i decided to eat in the stairwells cause i usually ate with them in the cafeteria but the cafeteria is pretty noisy so i only went there to sit with them and ended up finding A in the stairwell and decided to sit with him, and the day before this happened I went to sit with A again but he was at a meeting for a school club thingy) and i responded with ‘i promised my friend that i sat with today that i would sit with them today and me and them haven’t seen eachother for a while !! sorry for responding so late i didn’t see this until now’ and i thought that was that, i will admit i did lie a little in that text with the ‘i promised them’ bit but that was because i knew if i didn’t already have a reason A would be kinda annoying about it, anyways, after i sent that period 3 started and i put down my phone but in the middle of class they sent me a 2 short messages and 1 long message that basically went like ‘ok yeah sure *name*’ ‘k’ and ‘you know i sit fucking alone every single day and when i ask my friend if she wants to sit with me and she says no and doesn’t even invite me to sit with her and her other friend it really fucking hurts’ but i didn’t see that message until 4th period.

So during 4th period (it’s kinda a free period for me like a catch up thing like if u have any work from period 1-3 u do it here but i usually don’t have work so the teacher lets me go on my phone) i went on my phone and saw this, i didn’t know how to respond to it but eventually i did and was like ‘sorry i didn’t know u wanted me to invite u ???? me and my friend were eating lunch in one of the classrooms and idk if the teacher has a thing about people who aren’t in that class who have been invited inviting other kids or something but u didnt imply that u wanted me to invite u but u could’ve just asked and i would’ve asked the teacher and if the teacher allowed it i would also invite u so i’m kinda confused by ur message’ then they sent me a super long texted that was basically the ‘i sit alone’ text just longer and also them being like ‘and ur just saying that u would invite me to be nice but ik if u asked u wouldn’t’ and also im kinda confused cause when we do sit together we just go on our phones and watch like yt videos the most we do is me offering them a pringle and saying bye when the bell rings anyways i sent them another text that was like ‘i don’t think im gonna respond to u anymore after i send this because i feel like it’ll just cause an even bigger argument than what’s happening now’ and silenced notifs from them.

After this while doing something else i went to go text my dad and saw that they sent me ‘i feel like after what happened at *amusement park name here* u genuinely hate me’ (for context what happened at there was i invited them to go to an amusement park with me and they said yes but it turns out they don’t like rollercoasters and i really like rollercoasters so my mom who was there with us was like ‘i’m gonna stay with A and u can do rollercoaster stuff’ so i did and apparently while i was on a rollercoaster he started having a panic attack and my mom said something to him which cause him to spiral even deeper and i saw them after i got off the ride and didn’t realize what was going on and started talking about how fun it was until he audibly started crying then i realized and we had to cut the day short and drive him home but he texted me being like ‘i don’t think we can be friends anymore cause of what ur mom said’ but won’t tell me what my mom said but we made up) and i haven’t responded to him but i did tell ONLY my friend that i did sit with and only her about this and i kinda feel guilty for ignoring him and telling her and she ended finding out who it was even though i never said his name cause they have period 2 together and she hated him even before i told her about this mess and now i don’t know what to do other than ignore his texts and try to avoid him during school

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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iknowyuu · 1 year

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i was wondering if you could write something like Sieun and the reader are very close like physical touch like ALWAYS and everyone wonders if they are dating... friends to lovers yk yk

+ I LOVE UR ACC SM

F2L

kdrama! sieun x reader

// read req!

↝ wc: 989

content: ft. lily from nmixx & jungwon from enhypen (both as your friends! feel free to exchange them for different idols or actors <;3), friends to lovers

note: TY FOR THE REQ!! this took forever im sorry :(

♡

"i'm just gonna ask you straight. are you and.. sieun dating?" your friend, lily asks just as you were swallowing your rice, causing you to choke.

"huh!?" you coughed and choked, eventually swallowing the food in your throat and gulping a large amount of water as the friends at your table looked at you with a mixture of concern and confusion.

“why would you think that?” you asked them, genuinely confused. lily scrunched her eyebrows at you, “umm.. i mean, i thought you were kinda.. you know, together, considering the way you act,” she said. “i was just curious.”

you shook your head, “no! we aren’t! does everyone think that?” your eyes glanced towards the others sitting around you and they nodded, your friend jungwon speaking up, “uh, yeah!” he chuckled, “i thought you guys were just making it obvious.”

you pursed your lips and looked down, staring at your half finished soup as they changed the topic of conversation. was it really that easy to take your actions in that way? well, you guessed some gestures could be easily mistaken as romantic.. the more you thought about it, the more painfully obvious it seemed.

it all started in the morning, just a few weeks ago.

you're not someone who likes to be early per say; you arrive on time like everyone else, sometimes a little late. one day however, you managed to wake up earlier than you ever had (in your life, you're sure) and get to school out of a sudden burst of motivation. to be honest, you already missed your bed. your eyelids were droopy with sleep after barely being woken up a thirty minutes ago.

when you arrived to your class, expecting to be the only one there, you were met with your friend of several months, sieun. "sieun? what're you doing here so early?" you asked him, partially mumbling to yourself. he glanced back to find you standing at the door, but he payed you no mind, only going back to continue his work.

you'd met him as your new seatmate when the year started, and of course he didn't want anything to do with you or your antics. however, he soon realized you were either gonna be his friend, or a huge bother. he chose the former rather than the latter.

you didn't mind him ignoring you, it was just the way he was. walking over to your seat to drop your bag, you sat down and pulled out your journal. "alright," you said sighing.

yeah, you were already bored.

you stood up and stretched even though it had only been a few minutes, walking over to your friend. you stood behind his desk, peaking over his shoulder to watch him write, his speed not faltering. leaning down, you felt his body heat radiate off him, the sensation feeling very warm and comforting. wow, you could just fall asleep on him.

so you did. kinda.

you placed your arms on his shoulders before wrapping them around, hugging him from the back as you could while he was sitting down. “what’re you working on?” you whispered next to his ear. he could’ve just shivered.

oh, and that was only the start.

from that day on, sieun only grew to expect you jogging to catch up with him only to lace your fingers with his, walking alongside him with your arms touching.

the sudden hugs you would give him- it literally didn't matter how or where, you would hug him from the side as you both were walking, arm fixed around his waist. hug him from the back with your forehead on his shoulder- and least surprisingly, from the front almost every single time you saw him.

it was no wonder anyone who saw the two of you would think, "oh, what a cute couple!" because you most definitely looked like one.

walking back to class, you thought to yourself. "is it normal for friends to be like this?" you looked around. you didn't see anyone else with holding hands with their friends. "i guess not. i hope i'm not making him uncomfortable." then and there, you decided you'd stop treating him the way you did.

as you approached your seat you took note of the way sieun lifted his head when he saw you. you didn't wave, only looking straight ahead.

hours of school passed and you were now walking home with your friend, and you don't know if it was just you, but you felt tension so thick, you swore you could cut it with a knife.

his hand bumped into yours, and it sent tingles down your spine. was it weird that you wanted to lace your fingers with his? it never was weird before your friends said something, and now you felt.. different.

you didn't want to feel like it anymore. instead of burying it deep, deep inside you like usual, you wanted to get to the bottom of it. "sieun."

he looked towards you. "is it.." you took a deep breath, calming your nerves. "is it weird when i.. hug you? or.. when i hold your hand? do i make you uncomfortable?" that last thought spilled from your mouth before you could even comprehend what you were going to say. "i'm sorry if i did. i guess i never as-"

however, before you could even finish your sentence, the boy walking next to you made the first move for the first time. he gently but firmly took your hand in his. shaking his head, he made eye contact with you. "no.. you didn't. i don't mind."

words could not describe the relief you felt. a huge weight left your shoulders. "ugh," you laced your fingers with his, "i'm so glad."

your heart filled with warmth and happiness, and as you snuggled against his arm, walking in sync with him, you missed the way the corners of his lips tilted upwards.

♡

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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BRO IM BEGGING

please make a dadrry one shot (preferably for another one universe) about harry comes home from the studio and walks into the kitchen to greet y/n and the baby with kisses—he kisses baby first then goes to kiss y/n but the baby starts getting jealous and whines and they start saying things like “what daddy cant kiss momma?” and they giggle a bit. harry kisses y/n some more to get a reaction out of the baby and then the baby starts really crying and then harry takes them from y/ns arms and is like “ok ok i’m sorry i’m sorry” and kisses the baby a bunch and y/n cant stop laughing while harry’s trying to console the baby lol

please make this i’ll literally cry tears of joy

BABY MAKING

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: Leo is going through his daddy phase and Harry brings up baby making.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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It’s a rare occasion that Harry wraps up work at the studio early, so he can head home before he has to pick up either the twins or Ellie from school or any extra classes. It’s barely past lunch time, the band had to finish because Sarah and Mitch are taking their son to a doctor’s appointment and Harry decided to call it a day and not continue without them. Mostly because it gives him time to be at home with you and baby Leo without the other three little rascals.

On his way home he picks up some cupcakes from your favorite place, knowing how happy the kids will be to find the treats when they get home in the afternoon. Once he has the sweets secured on the passenger seat he finally heads home.

“Baby?” he calls out as he pushes the front door closed with his hips, the box of cupcakes in one hand, his keys in the other.

“Kitchen!” you answer, Leo’s babbling following after your voice.

He finds you standing by the stove, your day got a bit messed up when the neighbor showed up unannounced and kept you up for about an hour, talking about how her cat got lost the other week. Miss Rogers is a nice lady, but sometimes she is too lonely and keeps up everyone and anyone she comes across.

You’re making a quick pasta for a late lunch, Leo has had a bottle already, but you’ll share some of the pasta with him as well. Lately he’s been getting introduced to more and more kinds of food and so far he’s been enjoying everything, especially broccoli and eggs.

He is sitting on your hip, his tiny hands gripping your oversized shirt as you’re stirring the sauce in the pan, watching your every movement like a hawk, as if he had any idea what you were doing.

“Hello, my loves,” Harry coos as he walks in, Leo’s head snapping around in an instant as a grin spreads across his chubby face.

Leo has been obsessed with his daddy. After a few months of mommy phase he now likes to be extra clingy when Harry is around, demanding all of his attention. He claps and giggles as Harry nears the two of you and leaning down he kisses his cheek about a million times, making him laugh even more.

“Hi daddy,” you smile as you watch the scene.

Harry presses one last, sloppy kiss to Leo’s cheek before turning to face you with a lovesick smile.

“Hello mommy. Missed you,” he hums, placing the cupcakes and keys to the kitchen island and leaning in he kisses your lips, but as soon as his mouth touches yours, Leo starts to protest and push his face away from you. “Oh wow,” Harry laughs with wide eyes as Leo tries to grab his hair and pull him closer to him, demanding more kisses. “What, daddy can’t kiss momma now?” he huffs and Leo just babbles in response as if he understood the question.

“You come home and I’m instantly the enemy, huh? That’s not how you acted when it was just the two of us,” you tell your baby, who only pays attention to Harry.

“Mommy needs some kisses too, buddy,” Harry grins before trying to kiss you again, but this time Leo goes harder and actually starts crying at the sight of his parents attempting to lock lips. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he chuckles, moving back instantly and taking him from your hold.

Leo keeps crying as if the world was ending, his tiny hands gripping Harry’s shirt as his daddy showers him with kisses to calm him down.

“That’s what I get for carrying him for nine months,” you mumble under your breath, returning your attention to the sauce on the stove.

“Aw, baby Leo wants all of daddy’s attention, huh?” he coos, holding him to his chest, trying to soothe him. Leo lays his head to his shoulder, slowly stopping with the crying and enjoying being the center of all of Harry’s attention and you can’t even be mad at him, because it reminds you a lot of Harry himself.

He dances around the kitchen, gently rocking the dramatic baby from side to side until his cries fully die down.

“Mm, something is a bit smelly and it’s not the food I smell,” Harry chuckles and holding Leo up he sniffs his butt before grimacing. “Ow, that’s one smelly bum-bum, my love.”

“Can you change him, please?” you ask even though you know he’d do it anyway. Harry has never been the kind of dad who needed to be ordered around and told what to do.

“Of course. Let’s get this baby butt clean,” he comments before walking out of the kitchen and up to the nursery.

A few minutes later you turn the stove off under the sauce and head upstairs to check on the boys. Walking into the nursery you find Harry standing by the changing table, Leo lying on it with his hands and feet in the air, his pants are gone, but his body is on, putting his chubby thighs on display as Harry keeps talking to him.

“I know you’re team daddy now, but daddy is team mommy, so you’ll have to let me kiss her, okay? Will you let me? Daddy will be very sad if he can’t kiss momma, you wouldn’t want that, right?”

Leo sticks his tongue out as a reply and Harry pretends to be hurt and shocked as you walk up to him and hug him from behind. Leo eyes you suspiciously, but this time at least he doesn’t start crying seeing you interact with Harry.

“We love mommy, right? She is the best,” Harry hums, as he takes Leo from the changing table and holds him to his chest. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed and you take a chance, pressing a kiss to Harry’s dimpled cheek.

Leo sighs dramatically, but doesn’t protest this time, though he grabs onto Harry’s face and presses his mouth to his daddy’s cheek, which equals to a kiss.

“I wonder who he gets his attitude from,” you chuckle, letting go of Harry to stand in front of him.

“But isn’t it adorable?” Harry grins proudly.

“You wanted another kid to get another copy of yourself, didn’t you?” you accuse him just as a joke.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby,” he shrugs his shoulders innocently before kissing Leo’s cheek again. “But maybe we should have another one to see if they would take after me too!”

“Oh no, the baby making has ended!” you shake your head instantly, making him laugh.

“Well, not entirely, right? We were practicing baby making just the other night,” he smirks, so pleased with himself, referring back to that quickie you had in the shower after every kid was put to bed finally.

“Safe baby making. Don’t even think about anything else!” you warn him, heading towards the door. “If you’re done with bonding with your son, bring him down for his late lunch, please.”

“Yes mommy!” he calls after you, but you can hear it in his voice that he is grinning cheekily, probably already plotting how he’ll seduce tonight. Not that he’ll have a lot of work with that…

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LAMBIE I HAVE A NEW BRAIN FART FOR YOU, and it's pretentious A F...... and it's also so so so *so* out of left field that it works in my brain:

Clarice should have turned out to be Bedelia's kid.

For the purposes of this thing, I will prolly refer to Clarice as they/she, because I would very much like Hunter Schafer to play Clarice if they were to ever bring her into the narrative. But onto my theory, which is completely SUBMERGED in the one fact that they used du Maurier for Bedelia's last name.

They gave her the last name DU MAURIER. I AM SORRY, BUT DU MAURIER WROTE 'THE BIRDS', which was then turned into the Hitchcock film in which Hitch was creepy af towards Tippi, but ANYWAYS--the writers' room has already put forth this tiny seed here: Du Maurier, birds, Starling.

LIKE IM SORRY BRYAN FULLER BUT YOU HAVE MADE THIS TOO EASY FOR ME TO CREATE THIS FARFETCHED THEORY JUST BASED OFF OF GOTHIC LITERARY/FILM REFERENCES.

I have transplanted some of Bedelia to be based on Rebecca de Winter, cold and callous and cruel and probably fucked around and found out and also would have cruelly and coldly had a child to prove a point and then dispose of it (she and Mama!Graham should have tea some time).

Also Bedelia, stylistically and character wise, she's very much a Hitchcock blonde. She brings a lot of that aesthetic vibe and demeanour--ice cold, smart, deceiving. It's all just set up right there, like this Hitchcock vibe there okay bye.

(Also, can I say that I wish Daphne du Maurier would stop haunting my head on Hannigram vibes, because for some reason, Will going to the Lecter castle gave me such 'last night i dream of Manderley' vibes.)

10/10 totally think that Clarice's father is irrelevant and unknown and DEFINITELY NOT HANNIBAL, and that she would have come into the narrative as an adult human being who would start out the story as the narrator of Rebecca does, oblivious at first to the dark mess she has stepped into but then embracing the secrets and the murder and prolly being like 'oh so you ate the woman who birthed me, wow that's...... very unfortunate'. Maybe she was one of those people that sat in Will's snarky ass lectures and was like ??? wait, so do we pass or fail this class bc he disappeared before giving out final grades.... or who knows, maybe she was living in some gothic estate with a Miss Havisham type figure who has frozen all the time or something.

idek this is my recent weird design.

wait this made me think about will hating bedelia so much bc it subconsciously reminds him of mama graham lol

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candy hearts [smau]

[09]

You close your phone just as the bells ring. You take a deep breathe before making your way up to Kyle,

“Hey” you say with a smile in attempt to conceal your nerves.

“Oh hey! Follow me I’ll show you were my car is.” he says returning your smile while you follow him out of class.

“Thanks again for helping me with my notes I really appreciate it”

“No problem it’s my pleasure”, his words make you feel a heat rise to your face but you pretend not to notice.

“So uh I heard your going to my friends party? Stan’s that is.” Kyle states,

“Oh yeah, I don’t usually go to things like that but I want to be there for my friend so…”, you trail off feeling more nervous than usual, was it always this hot?

“That’s nice, and plus it’s a good way to get familiar with everyone.” he says.

“Yeah”

As Kyle leads you to his car you start to feel a lot more nervous than before, the reality of the situation sinking in.

You were about to be driven home by a boy.

When you reach Kyle’s car he opens the passenger door for you

“Thanks.” Is all you’re able to muster before getting inside. Kyle just nods and makes his way to the drivers side.

“Dark Meadows right?” Kyle asks when he gets in the car.

“Y-yeah” you stutter, was this really happening?

“Gotcha” he states.

The drive to your house was quite lengthy considering your neighbourhood is on the other side of town from school.

During the drive you couldn’t help but notice the way Kyle kept looking at you, you’d be a liar if you said it didn’t make you anxious.

“Is he judging me?”

“Do I look weird?”

“Maybe I smell bad! Oh god what am I gonna do?!”

“Hey we’re here.” Kyle’s words snap you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Oh uh follow me.” You step out the car and make your way up to your door step. Kyle does as told and follows along.

“Woah nice house” he says in awe of the large abode.

“Thank you” you say in response as you unlock the door and lead him inside.

“Your parents still at work?” He asks

“Oh I live alone my parents are back in my hometown.” You state blankly as if was the most normal thing ever.

“WHAT?! I’m sorry I mean what do mean you live alone, you’re just in high school that’s kinda crazy.” Kyle says, being bewildered by what he’s hearing.

“Yeah well my parents think it will be good for me besides even when I did live with them it always felt like I was living alone anyway with my parents being so busy working and all.” You say matter a factly.

“Wow I’m sorry, if you don’t mind me asking what do your parents do?” He asks

“Both of them are business owners and are often overseas for work.”

“And do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah I have a younger brother and we were close when we were little, since we kinda only had each other, but we’ve drifted apart.” You say feeling sullen over not being as close with your brother.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea what it’s been like for you I mean I wouldn’t know what to do without my parents.” He tells you with the upmost sincerity.

“It’s fine plus it’s nice having my own place and not having my parents tell me what to do or my brother annoying the hell out of me is pretty nice.” you say lightheartedly.

“Tell me about it, you know I have a little brother too and he can be such a pain” Kyle responds with a chuckle.

You can’t help but giggle as well, “But you can’t help still loving him to death”, you say with a warm smile

“Of coarse” he says returning your smile.

You make your way up to your room and pull out your notes and textbooks on your desk while Kyle does the same. You sit down and wait for him to start, stomach fluttering as you watch him roll up his sleeves as he is about to begin.

“What about the notes are you having trouble with?” He asks.

“Im not sure which parts of the passage we are supposed to take notes on, she never specified.” you respond.

“Oh okay let me show you.” He shifts closer to you and start flipping through your book to find the page to show you. You can smell his cologne. It smells nice you think.

“Here it is.” He tells you, face mere inches from yours.

“All of the passage is important really but you only need to write down key sentences from paragraphs one, two, five, and eight.” He explains.

You listen attentively as he guides you on how to determine which parts of each paragraph are the most necessary. You pick up quickly and begin writing.

“Wow you’re a fast learner.” He tells you with a small smirk that makes your face flush with embarrassment.

“Well you’re a good teacher.” You respond innocently not realising how flirtatious your tone was. Now Kyle’s own embarrassment matched yours as he stutters out a thank you.

Kyle’s confidence dwindles as the minutes go by being so close to you. The close proximity of you two has let him further study you in a way he was unable to before that made his heart skip a beat.

He noticed the way you bite your lip when concentrated, how you lean into him when asking a question, and the way you bat your lashes while looking up at him waiting for a response. He became more obsessed by the second.

“Hey what time is it?” Your words snap Kyle out his trance “Oh it’s 6:25… HOLY SHIT ITS 6:25?!” Kyle blurts out, “Oh god I was supposed to be home an hour ago!” he says as he looks at all his mothers missed calls and texts freaking out.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I kept you here so long!” You say worried it was your fault for him loosing track of time.

“Oh no you’re good it just completely slipped my mind but I do have to get going now…” he says.

“Okay! But before you go thank you so much again for helping me.” You state

“Don’t sweat it you can ask me for help anytime.” He says with a reassuring smile.

You bid your goodbyes until the next day and he makes his way downstairs to head home. But as he heads to the front door he noticed a sparkling orange outfit sprawled out on your couch. “Is that a broncos cheer uniform?” He thinks. After a couple of second he realises what you have the costume for

Stan’s party.

In that moment his face turns beat red thinking about you in the skimpy outfit.

His drive back home was spent with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“Oh god I’m just like Kenny!” Is all Kyle can think for the rest of the day.

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The Raven and the Vampire

Chapter 3

Walking with Angela was nice; she seemed nice, and very smart. The classroom was again in shades of white but did have pops of color from the artwork hanging all around. Setting down your stuff and waiting for the teacher, a familiar figure bounces up and sets down.

“Are you Elara, I'm Alice Cullen. It's so nice to meet you.”

“ You as well” reaching out to shake the girls hand I notice how cold she is, which must be cold if even I notice she’s cold,

“Wow you’re hands sure are cold”

“Oh yeah you know what they say, cold hands warm heart.”

“Agreed.”

“You know I can already tell we are going to be great friends. I really hope everything comes together for you.”

“Oh thanks and I hope we become friends as well.”

Just as that is said the teacher comes in to begin the lesson. Looking back and forth between the canvas in front of me and Alice I try to not stare at her the whole class but the mystery of what she is to strong, So instead I send out my senses like aunt sif always said “when you can’t use your eyes use your other senses” I can hear all the heart beats in the room the air filling their lungs. Well all except one. Looking towards Alice I can clearly see her moving and blinking as she worked on her sketch. Now that’s new, What on earth are these cullens?

“So elara how old are you” alice asks noticing i was watching her

“Im 853 as of September 13th”

“What?”

“Sorry I was joking, I’m 18”

“Oh you're the same age as some of my siblings.”

“Yeah, I saw all of you at lunch. I'm sorry for how the people at the table were talking about your family. I'm sure that’s not a good feeling.

“Oh no it's fine they’ve all talked about us since we moved here.”

“ At least what they did say it seems you have an amazing family.

“Thank you, I can tell you're really sweet, you're going to make someone very happy someday.”

“Why thank you thats” The bell rings, cutting me off.

“Have a nice next class elara. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

Before I can even begin to interpret what she just said she’s gone. Well aren’t the clues just lining up for me. I ponder as I walk to the last class of the day, Cold skin, they reacted to my magic but didn’t know it came from me. Alice didn’t have a heartbeat but I hadn’t checked the others yet so I don’t know if i can count that yet it could just be her, and they seemed really fast. My mind whirling as I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was him. The very air around him seemed to shimmer.

“Ah miss lane I presume Im Mr Wright welcome to ap history please take a seat over by Mr Hale. Mr Hale please raise your hand so she knows where to come.”

Jaspers pov

Doing as I was asked, trying to mask the internal crisis brewing within. God Edward wanted to kill Bella upon meeting her and I wanted to kill everyone most of the time, and now the new girl is being sent right into the lion's den, damn my luck. I didn't want to breathe or move, but as she got closer, her presence washed over me. A cooling breath of air in the never ending smell of the other students' blood. It was incredible her whole being captured me and it was in that instance I knew she's my mate.

Elaras pov

I was raised in a noble court. I've had over 800 years of speaking experience, but now while I'm sitting shoulder to shoulder with my soulmate I can’t under a single syllable. I'm not even listening to the teacher rampling on, all I can think of are the subtle things I see on him. The way that one curl brushes above his right eye. Speaking of his eyes, his eyes alone are the most beautiful color of ember. The plaid blue shirt he was wearing fit him so well oh for the love of the gods just say something to him.

“Um hi,”

“Hello.”

“Im Elara”

“Jasper hale, pleasure to meet you darlin”

Wow darlin is my new favorite word, especially when said in that beautiful accent.

“ Are you enjoying forks?”

“It’s definitely starting to grow on me.”

“I think I can understand that.” The rest of the class I exchange notes and made small talk before that dreaded bell rings and it signaling my departure from him.

“I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course, see you tomorrow darlin.”I almost don’t want to part from him, but I know now isn’t the time for us, but it is a start.

Busting through the front door I call for Mila and Lucas. I have to share all my experiences with them. I have to call mom and dad, I have to…….

“Odins beard, Elara is that you banging around out there.” I hear coming from the kitchen cutting off my inner rant.

“Yes Mila but I have a good cause, where’s Lucas I need to speak to him too.”

“I'm right here princess, how was your first day of school? ' Lucas asks as he steps out of the study.

“I found them, I found my soulmate”

“That's terrific news my lady!”

“Isn’t it. It’s just um”

“I sense a but coming.”

“You’d be correct Mila that's why I need you and Lucas. From everything I’ve observed today his family and him are not human.

“Ok before we start getting into what was just spoken, first at least tell me you know their name.”

“Oh yes sorry Mila. His name is Jasper, Jasper Hale

“How lovely a strong name.”

“I would like to be more focused on the non human part,

“Of course do Lucas.”

“I'm sorry Mila but the princesses safety is my first concern, I promised her father and more importantly the Allfather.”

“Yes yes we shall let you complete your duty, now dear what were you saying about them not being human.”

“From what I observed they don’t have heartbeats and seem very fast. Alice, Jasper's sister, was also very cold, colder than any human should be.”

“Hmmmmm, by any chance did they seem inhumanly beautiful.?”

“Yes actually, they did stand out more than the other children.”

“What about their eyes?”

“ Well my soulmate had beautiful ember almost yellow eyes”

“Then I do believe I know what they may be my lady.”

“You do.”

“Yes midgardians have a legend of an inhuman species that survives on the blood of other sentient beings. While many believe these stories to be just that, the being is very much real. Here the local tribe calls them the cold ones”

“Local tribe?”

“Yes there is a tribe here of children of Fenrir.”

“Oh wolf shifters then, amazing I remember reading of them as a child, I'm glad they are still around.

“Yes they are. Many of them have taken on the charge of maintaining peace

and protecting the humans from the cold ones.”

“Why must they protect the humans?”

“Anciently cold ones while intelligent many would be overcome by their darker tendencies and slaughter full villages. Though from what you’ve told me your soulmate and his family seem to be the other end of that spectrum.

“What do you mean.?

“ Well with the speed, beauty,cold skin but more importantly the gold color of their eyes it would seem your soulmate and his family are in a way vegetarian vampires, meaning they don’t prey on humans but animals instead.”

“Amazing, what else do you know of their species’

“Well a good thing is they are a long lived race they do not age from the time they are turned.

“Perfect I wouldn’t have to worry about out living them, and the aging we could possibly figure out later on but that is so far away.”

“The cold ones can also have gifts my lady”

“They have aesir.”

“No my lady, not really asgardian aesir, it's a special form that we don’t have much knowledge on, all I know is that they can have abilities from telepathy to elemental manipulation and so on from my understanding it all depends on their lives before they are turned and even then not every vampire has a gift.”

“Interesting, mom and dad will be impressed.”

“Elara dear if you contact them please don’t forget to tell them we’ve finished the preparations for the house so they can send over your pet.

“Really, Mila you're the best, Aurelius will love the woods here.”

“Yes, I'm sure your giant pet wolf will love the woods.

“Oh Lucas, it'll be fine. I already decided we’d cloak him to look like that fluffy bread. What was it called again?”

“A husky dear.”

“Yes a husky, to the midgardians he will just be a regular husky.”

“I hope so cause I believe a 12ft silver wolf would upset the locals.”

“I would expect no less from a direct descendent of Fenrir,”

“ Think of it this way, Lucas, he can help you protect me.

“Whatever you say, dear princess whatever you say.”

Cullens pov

The next day at school the cullens including bella all stand by their cars like usual waiting for the new girl to come into the parking lot.

“Jasper are you sure it's her you felt the connection to”

“Yes, I’m sure. She’s the only one around that I don’t feel the urge to kill.”

Her presence alone feels like a cool blanket covering the aching heat in his throat. Not that he’d admit that to his siblings yet.

“Well everyone, how do we think we should handle this.?” Alice asks the

group surrounding her

“ Last time we got involved with a human it didn’t go well, Sorry Bella”

“No offense taken Rue.”

“I haven’t seen anything in any of our futures that suggest she’s a danger and this could be Jasper's chance to finally have the happiness he deserves. I'm not going to let you all ruin that for him.”

“Thank you Alice.”

“I think we should get to know her and if she is a danger we'll speak to Carlisle and go from there.”

“ See rue agrees besides I've already introduced myself to her and I like her. I know she'll be a wonderful addition to our family”

“Just make sure you respect her boundaries babe.”

“Rue Im offended I have great respect for boundaries” Rue shakes her head with the rest of the cullens in a knowing way

“Sure you do sweety. Come on y’all the bells about to ring wouldn’t want to miss another glorious day of highschool.

Elaras pov

Watching the cullens enter the school I feel the smile spread on my face as I lean against the purple jeep Lucas suggested I drive instead of my bike. I can see them all once again watching me from the gourd around their cars. Vampires huh how very very interesting .Most of them i.e. Emmet, Alice and Jasper have smiles on their faces while the others look somewhat grim. It’s almost like they are suspicious of me, but for what i couldn’t figure, i guess we'll see who approaches who first.

The morning was going well when I saw Alice while walking to my next class. She was standing in the hall with her girlfriend rue and their other sister Rosalie. I waited for the rushing crowd of teenagers to disperse a little before making my way over. Alice saw me and shot me a giant smile, gleefully motioning me over to them.

“Elara, good morning.”

“Morning alice.”

“Let me introduce you this is my girlfriend rue and my older sister Rosalie,”

“It’s nice to meet both of you.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Alice wouldn’t stop talking about you yesterday after art. It's almost like I already know you. Rose say hi hun don’t be stiff”

“No, it's fine she doesn’t have to say anything if she doesn’t want to.”

“Sorry I was just thinking to myself, hello my name's Rosalie, it's nice to meet you. I assume you got the whole tour yesterday from everyone.”

“Yeah it was sooo much fun. Especially all the staring and whisper you hear all day ”

“ I can definitely understand that it was the exact same when we all started school here.”

“At least you all had each other. You all seem like a very tight knit family”

“Yeah we can be.”

“elara I'm so excited you just have to sit with us today at lunch and meet everyone. I can definitely tell we all make fast friends.

“Sure Alice I would love that, only if everyone would be comfortable with it.”

“Oh no everyone would be just fine i'll make sure of it. Now I'll see you at lunch. I'll wait for you by the front door”

“Sounds like a plan I respond when he schools bell sounds in the hallway.”

“Ok elara well see you at lunch come on rue we have science class “

“Oh joy, bye elara” rue replies her whole body slumping with disdain or the upcoming class i simply laugh at her.

“Bye good luck,” the two girls walk off more like alice drags rue off. Rosalie is stood beside me still also lightly smiling at her siblings behavior

“What about you Rosalie?”

“I have math next with Emmet but I guess I'll see you at lunch.”

The blond walks off as I now make my way to my own class. It seems that I have a lunch date with the Cullen family now. This will be a more productive day than I thought.

Jaspers pov

“You did what? Alice what in the hell”

“Oh calm down Jasper, this is the perfect opportunity to formally introduce her to our family.”

“Have you met our family? Look what happened when Edward met Bella, we're still dealing with that. I'm not gonna let my mate get hurt.”

“Jasper calm down nothing will happen to elara”

“How do you know? Isn’t she’s a shield like Bella”

“Well I wouldn’t say she’s necessarily a shield. I've seen glimpses of her in your and our future but it's like she’s surrounded by bright light every time I see her. Almost like she muffled in a way”

“Muffled. That still doesn’t mean she won't be hurt by me or anyone else”

“Jasper you can’t live your life in fear or you won't live at all. I want you to be happy and I know she’s what’s going to make you happy, now pull yourself together and she's joining us for lunch.”

Oh lord, I really hope Edward is wrong about all his eternal damnation because I could really use some hope right now.

Elaras pov

Lunch is only fifteen minutes away. The bells blares in my ears, tuning out the fast beating of my heart momentarily. Ok elara you can do this. You're a 853 year old princess of Asgard. You’ve been trained in the mystic arts and fighting from the moment you could walk. A group of midgardian teenagers should not be a problem. Now put on your big girl armor and let's do this. Pep talk done, I head into the lunch room and immediately see alice bounding up to me.

“There you are girly right this way and don’t worry only Edward bites but you can just ignore him. The rest of us do most of the time.”

Slipping her arm through mine I have no choice but to follow her as the whole cafeteria watches. It’s just like a court function back home keeping my head high and taking a step at a time. Till I see the table come into view and there he is, Gorgeous curls and all. Then he turns and the smile he shows is like being hit with the bifrost full force. All of them are beautiful in itself but him, he's even more so.

“Here she is, everyone. elara you’ve already met, my better half Rue,” you wave and smile at rue which she copies

“Next to her is Bella swan. I don’t know if you have officially meet”

“Hi Bella”

“Hi elara”

“The brooding one beside her is her boyfriend and our brother Edward.”

“He just nods which is fine for me as I reciprocate the gesture.”

“Hey don’t forget about me, I want to say hi too.”

“Yeah yeah emmet hold your horses. elara this is emmet the loud one of the group

“Don’t you mean the fun one of the group?”

“No i mean loud”

“Hahaha hi emmet it's good to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, elara. I gotta say your bike the first day was sick we'll have to talk.”

“You bet”

“Like you know about motorcycles”

“Hey babe that’s not nice im a wealth of knowledge”

“If you really want to talk about cars and bike I’m the one to talk to”

“Oh really that's really cool Rosalie I would love to talk.”

“Hey see, we're all friends already.”

“Sure Emmett and last but not least is Jasper you can take the seat next to him I'm sure you’ll get along great” The blush that enveloped your checks didn’t go unnoticed by the others but thankfully none of them commented on it.

“Hey darlin, it's nice to see you again.”

“You as well jasper.”

I take the seat next to him that he pushed out, ever the gentlemen that definitely a plus check for him. The table is quiet as everyone settles in, not knowing what to say I wait for one of them to hopefully start speaking and thankfully emmet doesn’t miss his que.

“So elara how's the rain been treating you.”

“I actually like the rain, it's comforting to me.”

“Really wow the complete opposite of Bella. Hahaha” Everyone silently chuckles the brunette glaring at Emmett

“Where are you from Bella I was told you where new last year”

“Yeah I was I came from phoenix Arizona”

“What’s it like there”

“It was mostly like a desert so this was a big change.”

“Oh that's cool.”

“Yeah I was kinda iffy about it at first but now it's really grown on me.” She hugs edwards arm and they both stare at each other with clear love in their eyes”

“Get a room you two, so elara tell us about yourself” rue asks from the other side of the table

“Well I just moved from insert ( fake hometown) and I moved here to travel a little with my aunt and uncle since my parents are really busy.”

“Wow that's cool, but do you not have any siblings or pets or anything?

“No, I have two new baby brothers, Vance and Nate and then my pet dog aurelius actually came with me.“

“Oh you have a pet, what kind of animal are they?” Alice asks from her seat next to rue

“He’s a silver husky. Here I have a photo of him on my phone.”

Pulling up the photo of transformed Aurelius I show the group with a smile”

“Wow , he's really pretty, almost kind of looks like a wolf.” Bella says with aw in her tone, the slight shift from the rest of the table though from her words does not go unnoticed by you. I hope these people don’t have issues with wolfs (foreshadowing lol) But then what Lucas said about the local moon children tribe comes to mind and everything just drops into place in your mind.

“Let's change the subject elara what’s your favorite class so far

“Well rose I would have to say history so far”

“Oh that's the class you have with Jasper right?”

“Alice!” jasper scolds her silently as he sees the blush form on my cheeks

“Yes, that is the class I have with jasper. I must say your whole family is amazing. Jasper has been nothing short of a gentleman to me since he got saddled with me being his desk partner.”

“That’s how my momma raised me, true southern hospitality.”

“I'm glad it’s definitely an attractive feature, I will say.” Alice suddenly Interrupts the staring between you and jasper

“Hey elara you wouldn’t happen to have any plans this weekend would you”

“No I don’t,”

“Then you should come to port a with all of us girls, i think we would all love for you to become a friend”

“I would love that actually.”

“Hooray, ok here let me get your phone number and we'll get all the details finalized.”

It feels so mundane exchanging numbers with Alice,she even whispered she'd give you the others numbers later, only if you wanted them. The rest of the lunch is filled with general small talk. Bella really being the only one at the table eating the rest of us converse. The conversations actually feel pretty easy making time go by faster, the bell echos in the room signaling the end of the lunch period

“Oh shoot there's the bell right when the conversation was getting good to”

“It’s ok alice maybe elara would like to sit with us again.”Jasper asks

“Of course I will. Besides Alice, you and I have the next class together, we can continue talking there.”

“Perfect well then let's go.” She hops up quick kissing rue on the cheek before taking my arm in hers to start walking to our class.

“Bye Elara, I'll see you in last period.” jasper manages before emmet slings his arm around him in a half choke with a giant smile on his face

“Yeah elara he’ll see you last period” Laughs emmet as he drags jasper off

“Bye jasper.” you wave after them just in time to see him look back and give a final kilowatt smile

The rest of the week eating with the cullens was amazing. I actually had gotten pretty close to everyone including Edward after I bonded off one of his favorite philosophers quotes and the following debate about it. They were all amazing, I was over the moon with the progress, they of course wouldn’t trust me with their family's secret yet but at least they are welcoming, now I just have to get through meeting the cullens matriarch.

It’s finally Saturday morning and i'm ready to experience midgardian shopping, but not ready for meeting my mates parents. Arriving at the beautiful house I arrive at the door but before I can even attempt to knock, the door flies open to reveal a smiling alice.

“Oh elara I'm so happy you're here.”

Alice practically pulls me through the house to the kitchen where the amazing smell of cookies wafts. Behind the kitchen island a beautiful woman stands, she almost reminds me of my grandmother, the grace, strength and kindness just radiating off her in the same waves as her beautiful chestnut hair. This must be Esme Cullen, their mom.

“Esme look who’s here”

“Oh hello there dear, how great to finally meet you, the children haven’t stopped talking about you.” She crosses over to you and pulls you into a quick Hug.

“Oh thank you, it's wonderful to meet you too and I have to say it smells amazing, in here.”

“Oh thank you dear, I'm making some cookies for Carlisle's colleges up at the hospital.

“Did I hear my name?”

A sweet honeyed voice calls as the head of the family walks up to his wife embracing her from behind.

“You did, but now that you're here, introduce yourself to the children's new friend.

“Ahh you must be elara lane” Carlisle greets as he reaches his hand out to shake yours

“That would be me sir.”

“Well it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad the kids have all made another great friend here in forks.

“They are all amazing, it's sad that the other kids can’t see that.

“Well isn’t that great. I hear you girls are going up to port Arthur to shop.”

“Yes sir, Alice graciously invited me along. I’ve never been up there so i'm sure it will be exciting”

“Oh course it will elara well go to all my favorite stores and find the perfect outfits for everything.

“What about us alice?”

“Oh there you two are. I'm guessing Bella was able to get out of girls trip this time?

“Yeah she’s with Edward today.”

“Oh are they that couple”,

“Yes they are girl! But Rose can’t say much, her and Emmet are about the same.”

“Oh please rue, like you and alice aren’t.”

“I wont say we aren’t I love my little pixiepie ” Rue rushes over to alice to kiss her cheek and squeeze her

“Ok whatever, elara we're gonna go in my car if that's ok, trust me you don’t want Alice to drive.

“I heard that Rose,’

“Good you were supposed to. Come on”

As the girls all say their goodbyes and walks away I can’t help but turn back to again say goodbye to Carlisle and Esme,

“Thank you so much, it was amazing to meet you both

“You too, dear.”

“Yes don’t let those girls bully you into anything you don’t want to do we thought poor Bella would never go with the again”

“I'll keep that in mind Dr.Cullen”

“You can just call me Carlisle. I'm sure we'll be seeing eachother again.

“I hope so”

Honking from the garage signals your retreat from the loving matriarchs in front of you.

Esme and Carlisle’s pov

Watching the young girl leave i turn to my beautiful wife

“So that's Jasper's mate?”

“Yes and I can already tell shell be an amazing mate for him. I mean I’ve never seen him smile as much as he has this past week. He’s finally coming out of that scared shell of his.”

“I agree dear and all of the others seem to really like her as well. I do hope Rose stays so open with her and we don’t have another repeat of Bella.”

“I believe she will, elara has a very unique air about her, I’m sure good things will come to our family.”

Taking one last look in the directions the girls went I silently agreed with my wife as I pulled her into my side.

Elaras pov

The red bmw drives down the street top down and music blasting . The wind flowing through my hair as Rose expertly drives into town.

All I can really hear is the occasional signing from rue beside me, as alice and rose go on about Alice’s driving skills. After what felt like five minutes we all pulled into a shopping district and the day began. Shop after shop we go and I now have no doubt that these girls are inhuman. So many stores we’ve blown through, it's almost shocking. But the fun and light conversation between all of us keeps driving me. Finally we stop at the food court, they all get a smoothie while I find whatever here seems the most appetizing.

“So elara tell us what do you think about jasper?” I simply look up at Alice a smile on my face

“Alice what happened to any subtlety.”

“Oh come on Rose I know you wanted to ask. So elara tell us.”

“Are you sure you want to know given he’s your brother.”

“Uh yes. Especially since none of us have seen him smile so much in a long time.”

“Rues right you’ve truly had an amazing effect on him.”

“What can I say?”

“Just tell us what you like, it doesn't have to be about jasper.”

“But Jasper is who I like.”

“Aww” Rue smacks Alice’s shoulder at the sound.

“Stop it let her continue, go on elara”

“He’s kind and he’s funny, super smart. Being around him is like being wrapped in my favorite blanket with a cup of tea in hand.”

“Aww that's adorable. I’ve got to tell you that he thinks the same.

“Alice for gods sake stop”

“No Rose, I want my brother and our friend to be together, so this is what’s going to happen. We’re going to beautify elara all up which wont be hard your gorgeous love, show jasper what he’s missing and i promise by the end of the week you two will be together i have it all planned out”

“Oh it’ll work out just like that”

“Yup you leave everything to me, it's the least i can do for my future sister “

“Oh lord alice one step at a time i think we all need to get to know each other a lot more before that. And we still have some family things to take care of remember” rose says chastising the small brunete

“Yeah yeah yeah it's only a matter of time”

“Family stuff is there anything i can help with?”

“No elara it's fine, maybe someday but for now let's just think of prettying you up. Come on girls I hear a Sephora calling our name.”

And just like that rue whisks me away with rose and alice following a smile on all of our faces, and all I can think of is how much I'm ready for all our secrets to be revealed so we all can actually be sisters. But first we may have to get none of them being human out of the way

#twilight #twilight x oc #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #jasper hale x reader #jasper Cullen x oc #the cullens x reader #the cullens x oc #Lokis daughter #Loki x daughter oc #Loki x sigyn #marvels Loki

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woahimboredlmao · 7 months

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A nice surprise (pt. 1?)

(Gif not mine)

Pairing: fw x fem!reader

Warnings: a little bit of angst ig and a lil head cannon ig lol and pov jumps (are these warning? Idk this is my first time writing like this in years lol)

Fred Weasley… there were many words one could use to describe him. Loud and outgoing were almost always the first ones to come to mind. Not really the person you tended to hang around.

He was always the Center of attention and was a big flirt. He was almost always with a girl (whether they were dating or not)

The two of you never talked a lot, you didn’t really have the same friend groups either. It wasn’t that either of you didn’t like the other, it’s just you were in many ways, opposites.

But it was the beginning of 5th year. And once again you had another defence against the dark arts teacher. Mr. Lupin. You had gotten into class and sat down waiting for class to begin.

“Alright class, I want you all to put your books away, you won’t be needing those.”

In almost complete unison the class sighed with relief. Mr. Lupin smiled a bit. “We will be having a class discussion on what you all already know so I know what to start whi-“ he was cut off by Fred rushing in the classroom laughing uncontrollably. “S-sorry I’m late.. professor” he said in between laughs. Mr. Lupin looked at him looking a bit amused. “ I suppose it’s alright, now if you would, please take a seat so we can continue.” The Bly available seat was right next to you, so that’s where he sat. “ now, before we begin the discussion, I want you to pair up with who sits next to you, and take a few moments to get to know them a bit, because when we do group projects that’s who you’ll be working with.” You look over at Fred to see him already looking at you. “Well, I guess we better get to know each other then.” He said with a smile. You return a soft smile “I suppose so.” “So… “ he trails off a bit. “What’s your name? Mine’s Fred, Fred Weasley.” You smile a bit “ wow Fred, it’s not like we’ve had classes together not 5 years now or anything. My name is Y/n L/n.” He lets out a somewhat embarrassed laugh. “ sorry, I guess we’ve never really talked, that’s a nice name..” “Thanks“ you say with a small smile "so what kind of stuff are you into?“ he asked. "Uh.. reading I guess, I like to draw some.. and I like quidditch pretty well I suppose.“ he smiles a bit at your response. "that’s cool" he says. The two of you continue to talk for a while, finding out you have a few things in common here and there. "Do you like music?" He asked. You looked at him as if it was the dumbest question "How does someone not like music?" You ask. "Fair enough" he responds "Do you play any instruments?" He asked. You laugh a bit "I wish… do you?" He looks away. "Yeah.. im not really great or anything though.." "oh? What instrument do you play?" You look at him full of curiosity. "The electric guitar." He looks back up at you to see your widening. "The electric guitar? Woah…" you look at him in wonder. He really didn’t seem that bad the more you talked to him. The two of you continued talking until Mr. Lupin spoke up. "I believe that’s enough for now. Now, let’s begin the class discussion."

After about an hour the bell rang. "Alright class have a good rest of your day." He said as the class began to pack up.

"Hey." You look over at Fred. “Yeah?” He looked like he was about to say something but then he seemed to back out of it. “Have a good day, ok?” You smiled a bit. “Ok, you too Fred.”

During the next few week the two of you got a bit closer. You started to wonder why you hadn’t ever really talked to him sooner.

(Fred’s pov)

“I can’t believe it George.." he mumbled. George was sitting on the edge of Fred’s bed while Fred kind of flopped down on it. "Can’t believe what?" He asked questioningly. "It’s just…i Wonder why I Never tried to talk to her sooner… I mean, she’s so pretty and sweet, and she laughs at almost all of my jokes and she’s just so…. Interesting. And yet is like opposite than me in a lot of ways…." George laughed a bit. “Seems like someone has a crush~” Fred’s eyes widened. "What?! No! That’s just ridiculous.“ George rolled his eyes. "Well that’s what it sounds like." Fred sighed and looked at his left leg. George smacked his shoulder. "Fred that happened 7 years ago, don’t get all freaked out about it now because you like a girl." He sighed again. "I-it’s just that-.. what if she’s freaked out by that? I mean how many people do you know are missing most of their leg?" "Not many, but if she won’t like you because your missing a leg then she’s not worth it. Why don’t you take your mind off of it and play your guitar some?"

(Back to your pov)

A few days later you were on your way to d.a.d.a and you saw Fred on a bench messing with his leg a bit. You walked over to him and looked at him curiously. “what are you doing?” You asked. Without looking up at you he responds, “Trying to adjust the prosthetic, it’s been bothering me all day.” Your eyes widen a bit and right away he looks a bit freaked out and looks up at you. “You have a prosthetic?” You ask. “Y-yeah.. I do.” “Oh.” His heart sank when he heard you say that. “It’s not a bad thing” you quickly say. He looked up at you and you quickly added “It’s not like it makes you any less human or anything, you’re still Fred.” He smiled a bit a your words. “Thanks y/n” you nod a bit “ we could hurry off to class before we’re late.” He sighs a bit. "I suppose your right." He says and you offer to help him up offering your hand. He smiled a bit and takes it and the two of you walk off to class.

After class as you two are packing up he looks up at you and asks. "Hey, could you want to go with me to hogsmeade this weekend?" You look at him, your cheeks turning a bit pink. “Like a Date?” He turns a bit red. “ only if you want” you smile “sure” he smiled back. “Wonderful, I’ll see you then”

(lmk if you wanna be tagged lol hope you guys enjoyed like I said it’s been a hot minute sense I’ve written so yeah lol part 2 will be out eventually lol 😉)

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #fem!reader #fred weasley x you

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n0bluev · 2 months

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Somehow, im inspired to write that 'revision fic'. === (EDIT : u can skip but heres another snippet for u (3 separate bits that fit together nicely, actually haha) cuz hihi. THE AU: As i said, its a failed "3"rd regression context, where yjh is now in his "4"th round. The last memory he has of kdj is him dying, and to make things worse "In this round, that guy doesn't exist." is a thing, so yjh freaks out a bit but hes totally normal about this whole ordeal & the fact that he doesnt even remembers kdj's face now. Wdym! Hes fiiiiiine!

sorry lol back to the actual post : (,hope u enjoyed that little treat tho^^)) ===

!!THAT [Somehow, im inspired to write [...]] HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE!!. I always like. do an outline for the overall story and vibe, then flesh out the start or something and cook up a little 500 (probably unsatisfying) words for fun kind of as a bonus. Keep it mostly for my private enjoyment and move on before the story comes to life. And that's okay... Yes, it would be cooler to actually write the AU ideas i get in novel or comic form instead of having them stay at just the 'sketch' & 'idea/brainstorm' phase before i get another idea and leave them to dust up in the pile,,

But yeah, its okay.

In the few years since ive started getting ideas for more elaborate aus/fics, ive noticed that my ideas improved with time. (no shit, i know, but it makes me happy! i grew up!!! i can see it.) My planning methods are better too. So all of that unfinished or abandoned stuff is not at all useless work in my eyes. And who knows, maybe one day i'll bring them back.

--> as a plus, all my fandom brainrot experiences even get transferred into my OC stuff, and frl whenever i read my notes these days (or listen to my voice memos lol) and im just like "HOW DID I THINK OF THIS WOW" or "WHEN DID I PUT THIS LIKE THIS? IT WORKS!" (not to brag or anything but my oc lore goes hard ☝️)

BUT. NOW THIS IS UNEXPECTED.

I DID NO PLANNING. I just started writing for orv and its. Lowkey, good ???? Dont get me wrong i only have 1.5k right now and there are clear holes i have to fill and stuff but... CLEAR HOLES! CLEAR HOLES. Sure Im used to being like "something of the sort should go there..." BUT THIS TIME ITS "THIS SHOULD GO THERE, ILL WRITE IT LATER BUT THE IMAGE IS IN MY MIND, CLEAR AS WATER, AND ONCE I START PUTTING IT ON THE PAGE ISTG THOSE WORDS WILL STREAM OUT OF MY FINGERS AS IF IT WAS A NORMAL OCCURENCE FOR ME" ,,- !??? Yo!

Anyways. Point is that somehow theres interesting stuff going on in my gg doc and the more i write the more i know where i want to go, so that's cool, i feel all powerfull for once

idk if that ease is going to stay once im done with the first scenes (ughh!!! theres so much potential!!!!!!!!) but hopefully yes. either way ill probably post it so im not baiting yall with a "um actually im writing smt rn --- *never shares with the class*" --- either 1) things go well and i write a "real fic" (!? wtf that wasnt my plan!) --- or 2) i only post the finished version of what i have now (expect around 5k? (i have no idea actually)) and we wait together to see if i pick up the idea again haha. (i do wish to write it tho! im not a 'writer' writer but i want to be one, u get me?)

! thank u see u byebye

#orv fic #orv au #nhoblu narration #(<- thats gonna be my all encompassing AU-FIC-OCS lore n stuff tag now ive decided hehe)#next step is to make an art tag (another day lol. ill make a post :3)#orv #전독시 #전지적 독자 시점 #omniscient reader's viewpoint #writing

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karolinesvrsion · 2 years

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just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

@bettyssneaker @ellemfaoh @finneysbaseball @urfavkorean @retirement-home

okay so even though it's the baseball game i know nothing about baseball so there's none in this but enjoy the cuteness. also i don't hate the house on mango street, i just chose a book from the 80s 😭

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

❦

it was another boring wednesday morning with ms. rhodes, your calculus teacher. you didn't have this class at the same time as bruce, but he followed the 'always do your calculus homework' rule.

"hey, dipshit," vance whispered, throwing a gum wrapper at your head. "what's the answer to number five?"

"i don't know." you answered, throwing the crumpled wrapper back at him. "why would i know?"

"your grades have been getting better in this class, dumb fuck." he grumbled. "oh, i see." he added after seeing the dumbfounded look on your face. "it isn't you, it's your little fake boyfriend."

"shut up, vance!" you hissed, attracting the attention of the two students in front of you. you gave them an awkward smile, turning back to vance. "don't say it out loud, idiot."

"are you ashamed of your fake boyfriend?" he teased, an over dramatic gasp leaving his mouth. "wow, see, if i was fake dating bruce yamada, i'd go insane. especially if it was crazy obvious he's in love with me." he crossed his arms over his chest, a cocky grin on his face.

"do you like dudes?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow so it looked like you were genuinely asking.

"what? i- no, we've talked about this!" vance grumbled. "i'm talking about you!"

"what are you talking about?" you questioned. the look on your face must've been priceless, because vance started laughing. audibly laughing. and laughing was an understatement. he was cackling.

"mr. hopper, what is so funny?" your teacher asked. ms. rhodes was young, only about twenty-six, but working with high schoolers every day probably took off ten years from her lifespan.

"no, not funny, just stupid, i'm sorry!" vance breathed, his face bright red. the class was staring at the two of you, so your face was probably bright red too.

"okay, let's get back to the lesson." ms. rhodes sighed, shaking her head.

"you're an idiot, y/n/n." vance whispered after she turned her back. he snickered quietly to himself. your face truly was priceless.

bruce couldn't focus. not even on us history, and that was his best subject. when he tried focusing on something, his mind would go back to you. all morning, he looked forward to seventh period— physics, his worst class— because it was the only class he shared with you.

during lunch, bruce could barely touch his food. he picked at it with his fork for five minutes before setting it back down, and glancing around the lunch patio.

"dude, are you okay?" lucas' semi-raspy voice snapped bruce out of his thoughts. "you're staring into space."

"yeah, yeah, uh, no im not okay," bruce stuttered, running a hand over his face. "if i tell you something, you have to swear on everything that you won't tell anyone— and that includes violet."

"okay," lucas furrowed his eyebrows. bruce wasn't one to get this riled up over a dumb secret. "what's going on, you're acting weird."

"y/n and i aren't really dating," he admitted. "we made a fake-dating plan to make clara jealous."

lucas blinked. "that's not true."

"it is true, dipshit," bruce snapped. "we aren't actually dating, it's fake."

"no, you two are definitely dating— i— what? i saw the way you looked at her that day at the carnival, man." lucas tried.

"yeah, i know! that's the problem, luke." bruce replied rather snarkily. "i can't stop thinking about her, man! it's so weird, i mean, she's like— taking up my mind! i think i like her."

"bruce, don't be an idiot." lucas chided. "of course you like her. you've been hanging out with her like every single day, studying or whatever. you two hang out after practices and games, you're bound to fall in love."

"what, i'm not in love with her!" bruce exclaimed. "i just really like hanging out with her, and listening to her rant about her hatred for olives, and studying with her, and watching her make fun of her brother, and teaching her sister to play baseball—"

"wait— you're teaching her little sister how to play baseball?" lucas questioned.

"yeah, and it's so fun sharing custody of todd." bruce smiled, placing his chin in his hand.

"todd?" lucas raised an eyebrow.

"our teddy bear. the one we won at the carnival, and— oh, crap." bruce's eyes widened, making lucas' head turn quickly. you were walking towards them, gwen and donna by your side.

"okay, here's the plan." lucas turned to him. "everything you just said to me? you're gonna say that to y/n."

"what, no!" bruce defended, his eyes as wide as saucers. "i can't just say all of this to her, she'll get creeped out!"

lucas rolled his eyes. "just tell her!"

"no!" bruce finalized, earning a glare from lucas. "look, this was supposed to be a fake-dating thing to make clara jealous, but now, i don't like her, i like y/n. and if i tell y/n, she'll avoid me like the plague."

"but, bruce—"

"i'm not telling her. not yet."

you approached the two, a smile gracefully finding its way onto your face. "hey lucas, good to see you."

"y/n, hey. bruce was just talking about you!" lucas grinned, patting bruce on the shoulder. "have you seen violet, by any chance?"

"oh, no. i think she stayed behind to talk to mrs. jameson after the bell rang." you said.

"okay, cool. i am gonna let you two talk, then." he gave bruce a smirk and stood up. "i'll see you at practice."

gwen raised an eyebrow, nudging your shoulder. "what was that about?" she muttered.

"no idea." you shrugged, taking a seat next to bruce. donna and gwen sat on the opposite side, chatting quietly with one another.

you noticed bruce looked a little tense, so you placed your hand on his forearm. "you okay?"

he smiled at you, placing his hand on yours. "yeah, yeah, i'm good, just nervous."

"for practice?" you scrunched your nose in confusion. "but it's just practice, bruce, and you're the best on the team. what are you nervous about?"

"not for practice, for the actual game." he clarified. "we're playing against finney's team this saturday, and they're good."

"so, you're nervous to play against finney?" you asked. to you, it seemed odd, since bruce was always confident before a game. "if you lose, you lose. and if you win, then i get to shove it in finney's face!"

"yeah, i guess that's true." bruce chuckled. there was something about his stupidly perfect smile that made your stomach flip, but you would never admit that out loud. "i'll be fine, right? yeah, i'll be fine."

"are you telling me or asking me?" you said. bruce shoved you away lightly. "okay, okay! after your game we can go to that diner you like and i'll get you whatever you want."

"even if i lose?" he asked. "you'll still celebrate with me if i lose, right?"

"yeah, of course." you affirmed, giving him a comforting smile. the bell rang, indicating that the next class would start shortly. the two of you stood up, and bruce linked his hand in yours.

"you have english right now, right?" bruce asked. he already knew the answer, of course, but he didn't want to be weird.

"yep, we started a new book yesterday, y'know?" you started rambling about the novel your class was reading, and why you hated it more than anything. bruce listened to every word you said, nodding and occasionally saying a word or two as feedback.

as you approached the english class, you slipped your hand out of bruce's quietly. "okay, so i will see you later, at your practice thing, okay? you'll be fine, just take a deep breath or something."

"okay, i'll take a deep breath or something." bruce teased, leaning down slightly to place a kiss on your forehead. you smiled, waving goodbye while walking into class.

he watched you take a seat next to vance with a dazed smile on his face. lucas popped up out of nowhere and slapped bruce's shoulder, saying, "you are so in love with her."

"crap. i might be so in love with y/n." bruce muttered under his breath. "crap, oh crap."

bruce's baseball practice always started around six-thirty. you'd been to previous practice sessions, and they were all equally as boring. today, you had the silence of the lambs in your backpack to finish reading while waiting.

the team was already warming up by the time you sat down on the cold bleachers. you spotted bruce— who was already looking at you— and waved. he exchanged a few words with his teammates and jogged over to you. "hey, you made it!"

"of course i did," you said. "which means i get a point, just so you're aware." you added smugly.

"i'm aware, y/n/n," bruce chuckled. "hey, i thought the english classes were reading the house on mango street? what's with the silence of the lambs?"

"oh, i'm reading this for my own enjoyment." you explained. thinking it was a joke, bruce laughed. "what?"

"oh, you're serious?" he whispered, looking beyond surprised. "have you read it before?"

"what? no, i haven't read it before, that's why i'm reading it now." you began. "it's pretty cool, to be honest."

"that's so gross, y/n." bruce grimaced.

the team was calling bruce back to the field, very loudly in your opinion. "your team is waiting for you, bruce."

he winked at you and jogged back to the field, where lucas— and the majority of the team— had begun teasing him.

you watched them practice for about ten minutes, but it was rather boring, so you took out the silence of the lambs and began reading.

"thank you, dr. danielson, for your humorous remarks. they're very helpful to me— i'll show you how in a minute. you like the truth— try this. he kidnaps young women and rips their skins off. he puts on these skins and capers around them—"

the pages were darkened by someone's shadow behind you. bruce's shadow, of course. "jeez, y/n, that's what you read in your free time?"

"oh, crap, you guys finished already?" you gave him an apologetic look.

"yeah, it's like eight-thirty, y/n/n." bruce feigned annoyance. "come on, i'll walk you home."

"sorry i didn't watch you practice," you said, grabbing your water bottle. "it got boring after the first ten minutes."

bruce laughed at this. "so, instead you started reading a gross book?"

"it is a psychological horror book, bruce." you clarified.

"that's even worse." he blurted, swinging his arm around your shoulder.

that saturday, you and gwen walked to the baseball field together. "so who are you gonna be cheering on? bruce or finney?"

"i will be cheering for them both, gwen." you huffed. "i'll say 'congrats on the win' to one, and 'congrats on the loss' to the other one."

"you're so weird, y/n/n." she giggled. the two of you took a seat on the bleachers— which were warm due to the morning sun.

you two were later joined by donna, robin, vance, billy, griffin, and some other friends. billy and griffin loved going to the baseball games, donna didn't mind them, but vance and robin thought they were the most boring things ever.

"when can we leave?" robin whined, greatly resembling a pouting toddler. griffin shushed him multiple times before giving up and letting him whine all he wanted. "can we get snacks?"

"fine, go get snacks, but don't take too long!" donna called as robin and vance went running to the snack stands. "i feel like a mother."

robin and vance returned with an overload of snacks about five minutes later. they were much more bearable after having some food.

you felt like someone was staring at you, and at first, you thought it might've been robin. (he always stares at people for a long time to get them to give him money.) but, when you looked at robin, he was watching the game intently.

you looked behind you and saw as clara— who was seated two rows behind you— turned away quickly. 'weird.' you thought, turning back to the game.

the game went well. you and gwen both cheered for finney and bruce everytime they were on the field, so your throats were a little sore.

"hey, finn, congrats on the loss." you told finney as he joined the group.

"thanks, y/n/n," he smiled. "hey, we're going to hang out, you wanna come with us, or do you have plans with loverboy over there?" finney joked, motioning over to where bruce was waiting.

"you're funny," you gave him a sarcastic smile. "but yeah, i told him i'd get him something from the diner if he won, so, yeah i guess i have plans."

"alright, we'll see you later then!"

you walked over to bruce, and when you got closer, you could see that he was nervous. "hey, you okay? you're like, shaking."

"y/n/n, listen, um, my parents are here." he said, making your eyes go wide. "and they want to take us to the diner."

"your— your parents? you want me to go meet your parents?" you stuttered, feeling your stomach flip.

"yeah. look, i know it's weird, right? it's weird, but it'll be fine! i mean, you already know amy, and my parents will love you!" bruce reassured you, placing his hands on either side of your face. he held your hand as you two began walking.

"y'know bruce, this is starting to feel like a real relationship, if you ask me." you teased.

"what? wh— why would you say that?" bruce stumbled across his words, praying to the lord that lucas didn't say anything to you.

"i just mean, like, i'm meeting your parents, you already met my family, it feels like an actual relationship." you joked, hoping he would catch on.

"oh, you're joking! okay, you're joking." he sighed, looking relieved. this confused you, but you left it alone.

mr. and mrs. yamada were smiling as the two of you approached their car. amy was already in the backseat, waiting patiently for you all.

"hello, you must be y/n!" bruce's mom greeted kindly, shaking your hand.

"i am," you offered. "yes, im y/n, that's— that's me."

"she's nervous." bruce said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "i'm gonna go get my stuff, but um, you three should talk!"

mr. yamada introduced himself, also shaking your hand. "so, bruce tells us you like to read. is that true?"

"yes, it is!" your eyes brightened at this. "i'm actually reading the silence of the lambs right now."

"wow, an interesting choice. what made you want to read that book?" he continued. the two of you talked about the aforementioned book for a couple more minutes, and probably would have talked about it for longer if it wasn't for mrs. yamada cutting in.

"let's wait for bruce in the car." she stated. "it's getting a bit chillier."

the three of you were seated in the car waiting for bruce when amy blurted, "bruce really likes you, y'know?"

"amy!"

"what? it's true!" she defended. "you're all he talks about, all day every day. he's all 'y/n said this, and y/n said that.' it's almost annoying!"

"amy yamada!"

"i'm just saying!" amy grumbled. "and you should see the way he looks at you! he's super in love with you."

"amy!"

"okay, i'm done!" she giggled, obviously not caring that if he knew what she had just said, bruce would probably strangle her later.

"i'm so sorry about her, she can be a lot." mr. yamada apologized.

"i'm right here!" amy scoffed.

"it's okay," you laughed. "i know how younger siblings are."

"oh, that's right, you have a younger sister! allison, i believe her name is?" mrs. yamada asked politely.

"right, allison, but she prefers being called allie." you liked talking to bruce's parents. mr. yamada understood and shared the love you had for reading, and mrs. yamada loved the way you talked about your family, the people you held dearest to your heart.

finally, bruce opened the car door, and plopped himself in the seat to your right. "okay, i'm here, let's go!"

"bruce, you smell like shit." amy complained, pinching her nose.

"amy!"

"don't sit so close to y/n, you'll infect her with your disgusting smell." she emphasized, sticking her tongue out at him.

"amy!"

"i'm just joking, jeez."

bruce nudged your shoulder. "sorry about her, she's annoying."

"nope, she's pretty funny, actually." you laughed. "she's right though, you stink." bruce gave you a look of betrayal. "i'm just saying!"

that night, after you were dropped you off back home, bruce's parents went on and on about how "she's perfect, son!" and "she's so kind!" even amy talked about how much she adored you. "do you think she'd go shopping with gwen and i?" she said, earning a groan from bruce.

he couldn't stop thinking about you. good lord, he had fallen. how could this happen? the plan was fool proof, and yet he fell.

bruce didn't know what else to do, so, like an idiot, he decided to push aside his feelings. maybe clara would change her mind and take an interest in him.

'lord help me.' bruce thought to himself, laying in his bed wide awake, thinking of you. your smile, your laugh, your non-stop book talk.

he thought of calling you, but it was twelve in the morning and you'd probably be asleep. 'it'll be fine.' he kept telling himself. but would it? would it be fine?

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