#my little tug of war champ....

[attleboy]

What if Pomni got mesmerized by Caine swinging his stick around and chomped it?

thank you anon for your genius...

bite and shake him and bite and shake him and bite and shake

bonus individual frames and some concept sketches i made for my personalized caine design! :)

it was fun, but i think i'm happier with simplified version i used for the comic... it pains me to take away his thigh high boots but idk if i can make them work </3

#my little tug of war champ.... #wait why is it called tug of war and not war of tug??? huh #the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #caine #tadc comic #my art #my animation #gif #anyways hiiii finally done w exams so we are back in busines for the next couple weeks at least #chompni

[kikker-oma]

Wild gets Snapchat….

THE SEQUAL.

this started out as a crack fic but the end I had to put some family dynamic because I got distracted lol and then went back to crack because I got lazy

warning: Lu sunset spoiler but very very minor

feturing:

Parental time

Legend being somewhat wise but not rlly

Wild having TikTok (this may be unrealistic because I don’t have TikTok)

blare being traumatized with gen A slang I never wanna read that article again.

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Well, Snapchat was a bust. Being honest, Wild forgot about it for a while. Yet, along with another boring night comes some less boring opportunities. Of course, this time around Wild knew if he wanted to get something cool, he would have to be more convincing about it.

“Time.” He whispered

The old man slept

“TIME.”

“What now?”

Wild took a breath, this time he thought, this time. “I found this application, called… TikTok, and you can film battle techniques on it.” He saw the look of skepticism in the man’s eyes, so he had to make something up quick, “I saw the shadow using it.”

well that’s one way to get someone’s attention.

Time looked at him, with a slight glimpse of humor in his eyes. Let the kid live a little, he’s still young. he rolled his eyes as he grabbed the slate, let him learn on his own terms.

password verified, LinkLonLonMalonIs@mazing89

“Alright. If you say so champ.”

…

The first week things were acting a bit odd.

“Wild, hey that sword wasn’t finished yet!” Four yelled, he THOUGHT the first time would teach him a lesson, “And you just took it and broke it!”

Wild grinned, looking up from his slate, “Fanum tax.”

Four looked confused (that’s a first), “What?”

“you just got ratio’d.”

That wasn’t the only odd encounter, no, there was many other ones.

Wind looked up at the others, absolutely horrified, “What do you mean I would cheat at poker?! I would never!”

“You’re capping.”

Wind glared, “No I am not!”

“what does capping mean?”

The two hesitated, “Nothing, nothing.”

.

“Wow, Wars you got drip!” The champion explained in awe.”

“Gee, no need to be rude, I just washed my hair.” The captain rolled his eyes, pushing his brother aside.

“What?” Wild explained, “I said you had drip!”

.

Legend didn’t like what was going on. Legend didn’t like the sleepless nights, with the faint screen glow filling the forests. Legend didn’t like the one pot pasta recipes instead of the old meals that were created with love and care. Legend didn’t like the unrecognizable vocabulary that plagued every conversation with the champion.

He just wanted his brother back.

“Wild,” the veteran whispered in the dead of night, trying to pull away the screen glued to the champion’s face, “Wanna try something new.”

“Bro thought he ate-“ Wild paused, “Wait what? Yes please-“ The champion paused as he felt the tug of the slate.

“Without the slate,” Legend cringed at his rough tone, “Please.”

The footsteps were soft as they arrived at a clearing.

“This…” Legend pointed to the greenery beneath him and Wild’s feet, “is grass. Now TOUCH IT.”

“NOOOOooOoOo”

“PUCKER UP BESTIE!” The veteran laughed as he smushed the champion’s face into the soft green grass.

wild touched grass. And now TikTok is deleted because he touched grass.

"PUCKER UP BESTIE"🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 BLARE you ATE with that line hahahaha 😉😉

Legend is really saving Wild from himself here... And the rest of the chain by extension lol

Times password is fantastic as well hahaha

#sweet blarefordaglare #stop why are you so funny hahaha #lu crack fic #linked universe #linkeduniverse

[breannasfluff]

The next portal drops the Chain on Tetra’s ship. Or…it tries. One minute, Wind is stepping off a dirt path and the next he’s splashing into the ocean. There are shouts and screams, along with another splash.

The wind whips the waves into frothing peaks, throwing wet hair in Wind’s face. It’s cold; all sharp bites without the usual tropical gusts. Rain pelts the ocean and, despite being soaked from his drop in the water, it stings as it comes down.

Wind shakes his head, trying to flip his hair away and clear his lashes.

“Man overboard! Turn the ship around!” Tetra’s bellow barely cuts through the chaos.

The storm rages around them. Wind can swim—he’s an island boy to the heart. But he’s not usually dropped in the sea, during a storm, and weighed down with gear. He sinks periodically when the waves push him down.

The low thrum of panic, present in these situations, is covered in a layer of calm. If the water pulls him down he lets it until the tug releases, then kicks for the surface and sucks in more air. Ships do not turn quickly; he’s going to have to ride this out until they come around. If they can, in a storm like this.

The thought sends a sharper bolt of fear. No, they’ll make it. He just needs to stay afloat. He’s been in worse storms before.

“Wars!”

At Wild’s scream, Wind quickly runs through every pirate swear he knows. He turns in the water, thrashing to see. He’s not the only one who missed landing on the deck; Wild is in the water as well. And judging by his panic, Warriors.

“Wild!” The sailor has to cough as water splashes into his mouth. “What happened?”

“Wars is sinking!”

Shit. His chainmail will drag him down; Wild and Wind are lucky to be in the water without it. He steals a glance over his shoulder; the ship is too far away, turning too slowly. There’s no time.

“Champ!” Another dip of a wave. Wind uses it to push himself closer. “Can you put my stuff in your slate? I’ll dive for him!” He’d let it sink if it wasn’t everything he owned.

Thankfully, the slate works even in salt water and Wild’s fingers slide across the screen. Then he shoves it at Wind and the items disappear. He bobs a little higher, no longer weighed down.

The sailor takes several large gulps of air, then dives. The waves tug at him until he plunges deep enough. He can see the bottom; although the coral is mostly lost to the stirred-up sand. Still, he kicks down further. Warriors could be caught in the coral, choking on sand and water.

The tug of the water slows the deeper he goes, but it’s darkening, as well. The pressure increases, pinching at his lungs. How long can he hold his breath? How long can he afford to wait before turning to the surface for another gulp of air?

He ignores the sting of saltwater on his eyes and scans the reef. Where is he…where is he—

The dull flash of silver catches his attention and he spins, kicking further. Warriors is on the very edge of the reef, caught in the coral. He’s struggling weakly, trying to free himself. He’s clearly at his limit on holding his breath, though. It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long.

Wind reaches him, grabbing a free arm and yanking. The motion startles the captain and he thrashes harder. Internally, Wind grimaces and tries to pull him up. If he can just get his leg free of the coral—

Something brushes against his skin and he jerks, trying to spin underwater. What just touched him? 

Read the rest here!

#eldritch storm #eldritch wild #lu wild #lu wind #lu warriors #lu tetra #hurt/comfort #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #breannasfluff #my writing #eldritch

[ballpoint2point0]

Da Champ

Posture. Demeanor. Charisma. Swag. I sit in the chamber, tuck. I do it and I do it well. I'm a living embodiment, image of greatness, of stellar performance and prestige. I'm better than you and you know it. I know it. I look like it. And that's what matters, because image is everything. Like a bomb ready to blow, the world in an apprehensive state; I am the one.

I am not timid, I am not flinching, I am not unsteady, I do not waver, I can not cry, I am not weak, I do not doubt, I am not shaky, I grip pins and needles and I am heavy.

Scary. Like a menacing, prowling and overly forward overshadowing, oversized black dog, panting, breathing, approaching, conquering. My mouth is open. My energy is hot. In this moment, we both know it. My strength is greater, in the overwhelming way, you'll get used to it by now.

Da Champ isn't someone to get to know... I might come across as user friendly, even inviting. Let's say it's lure, an attraction state. I am not your friend, I am your competition. If you wanted someone nicer to play with, you can get with the losers. Bravado reeks... And it rubs off too, you might treasure the chance to get to know me closely... With that being said, get to know me...

My stance is ultra. My position is optimal. My physique is prime. My attitude is nonchalant. My prose is large. My pleasure is valuable. I am the one. Easily. It doesn't take much to be me, winning is effortless. Breathe. Take it into the lungs, it's an astrology component. Feel the power deep in your chest, gaurding your rear, burning iniquity, melting transgression. The pressure is good, it's massive and tangible all in one. Momentum is chance's best friend. I thrive in the moment of the flesh. I kill. I'm ruthless in the cut... Like hot water on the stove before it's boiled. My latent energy will melt you, let's see what you're really made of.

I am light, I am dark. I am ice, I am fire. I am spirit, I am soul. I am brittle, I am bone, I am stone, I am good. You can be nothing. I regret to inform you... Well you know, it can be this way sometimes, life's little unfortunes... I am hard, I am heavy; I am power. I am live, I am dense, I am tension like tug of war. I am war, I am peace; I am death in iniquity, I am sins forgiven. I am strength, I am virtue, I am powerful. Who are you? Most likely, who are you to me? Again, I am bitter, I am sour, like suffer in defeat. I am tar, I am shadow; like reaped benefits in of luck. I am true, I am truth; I am one with you as nature in wild. I am clean. I am certain. I am original. . . How shall I put it bluntly???

I sit here and I consider greatness. Thou be it with you in mind... Every move to be, a decisive action with delicacy in every way. I have standards and you have many weapons formed against me. My value, my merit, always at the expense of to be dispensed. I wait as patiently as I can in as little time that there is allotted... Who am I? At first glance, all is at a lost to it, because that's who I am. I wish not to upheave or upend anything frail and dying... In a moment's notice anything and perhaps everything can change. How am I? I am the sword in it's sheathe, very little indeed.

Grave consequences stem from monumental action. I have hope and it is required of me. I can't begin to describe the order in chaos that I middle about for it is life itself that takes care of me. Downplay my words and be forever at whim: Winning is a responsibility. You are already in danger because of me, in harm's way. The top of your head I hear screams and cries and nothing. Smoothly pet is the cat that crept.

You must get to know me and I am the champion. What am I? Is it for certain, I relish in the moment of uncertainty. I flourish in the movements of life, blossoming and unyielding to death. Like a great boxer, my gloves are red.

[jxsatlas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 1

keith kogane x gn! reader – next

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14," Lance announces, "Begin descent to Kerberos for a rescue mission."

He shoves the yoke forward and the aircraft takes a steep dive. You plant your feet to help fight against the inertia. You give him a sharp glare as the aircraft steadies out.

"Ugh, Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk whines from the back.

You look over your shoulder and recognise the nauseated expression on his face all too well. Last semester, there was a girl on your team that didn't do too well with excessive motion and often got sick.

Lance brushes him off. "Relax Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick," he says with a lazy grin, which quickly turns mischievous. "It's not like I did this, or this!" Lance jerks the aircraft side to side, making Hunk feel worse.

"Knock it off, Lance," you warn from your chair next to him. You reach up above you and press a few buttons in hopes of stabilising the aircraft out after Lance's little joke.

"Yeah, listen to [y/n] unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies of this thing," Hunk groans angrily.

"We've picked up a distress signal!" Pidge says from his seat in the back.

"Alright, time to quit our bickering and get serious," you say, doing your own little thing to accommodate for the lower altitude while Lance flies the aircraft.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance says with a roll of his eyes at your comment.

Pidge does so, typing away on the computer. The aircraft gives a large rumble and Hunk groans again.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" he whines, his face all scrunched up in discomfort.

"Oh, that's on you buddy," Lance says sharply. "We got a hydraulic stabiliser out."

Hunk nods and goes to fix it, but when the aircraft shakes again he gags. "Oh no."

"Oh no, fix now, puke later," Lance growls.

So much bickering... you think to yourself with a sigh.

"I lost contact!" Pidge says. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance looks over his shoulder at Hunk. "Come on, dude!"

"Sorry, it's not responding," Hunk says and unfastens his safety belt. He carefully gets up and makes his way over to the gearbox to see what's up.

"Coordinates are back," you say, seeing the blue dot on the dash.

"Nevermind Hunk," Lance says.

"No, he still needs to fix it," you say. "We can't properly fly this thing if a hydraulic stabiliser is out."

"Whatever," Lance rolls his eyes, "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable, given our current mechanical..." Pidge warns, trailing off when he hears Hunk gag again. "...and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Agreed!" Hunk says, not before quickly emptying his stomach into the gearbox with the unsavoury sounds of food chunks and liquid hitting the metal. You cringe, not liking the sound, and hope he's okay.

"Stop worrying," Lance says dismissively.

"No, they're right," you say firmly as you place your attention on Lance now. "We should wait before we do anything."

"Nah, this baby can take it! Can't ya champ?" Lance coos and pats the dash. The aircraft rumbles again and he retracts his hand with a sheepish look. "See? She was nodding!"

"That wasn't nodding Lance," you deadpan. "Now listen to us and wait."

"I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I?" Lance asks. "So I'm in charge, and that means what I say goes!"

"Excuse you, we're both flying this thing," you argue.

Ignoring you, Lance turns to Pidge. "Pidge, hail down on them and let them know their ride is here," he says.

Knowing that you're now doomed, you keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable failure of the simulation. You can already see it, the big, bold, red letters appearing on the dash.

And when Lance flies towards an overhang, tilting the plane as much as he can in a sad attempt to thread through the little hole rather than going over or around, you know this is where you fail.

Lance doesn't make it. The wing gets torn off, the alarms blare, and the aircraft pummels to the ground. The dash goes black and those red letters you were anticipating appear without hesitation.

Simulation Failed.

The first failure on your school record.

You toss your head back and sharply exhale, frustration building up in you. "Nice going," you grumble and look at Lance through the corner of your eye.

He catches your gaze and glares at you. "Oh, shut up," he growls.

The four of you sit in silence for a second, you and Lance glaring at each other, before an instructor opens the door and beckons you to come out.

Reluctantly, you all unfasten your safety belts and crawl out of the aircraft. You then mentally prepare yourselves for the lecture about how you are all failures to come.

You, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge line up before the Commander, avoiding his scowling gaze.

"Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you," Commander Iverson's voice booms angrily. He's not at all impressed with your behaviour. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made during the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" a boy from the back of the group of students shouts out. Iverson nods and turns to Hunk.

"Yes. Everyone knows vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems," Iverson sharply criticises Hunk. He turns back to the students. "What else?"

"The comms-spec removed his safety harness," a girl points out.

"The pilot crashed!" another shouts.

Iverson nods, approving of all the answers given. "And worst of all, the whole jump they're arguing with each other," he growls and turns to the four of you once more.

You keep your gaze on the ground shamefully.

"The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro-explorers," Iverson lectures. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at you. "But these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what caused the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

In your peripherals, you notice Pidge clench his fists at his sides and scrunch his nose up in anger. You fully turn your head to him when he takes a bold step towards the Commander.

"That's not true, sir!" he barks.

Iverson looks at him and glares. "What was that, young man?" he growls.

Lance quickly slaps a hand over Pidge's mouth and pulls him back in line. "Sorry, sir! He must've hit his head when he fell!" he says, smiling sheepishly in a sad attempt to cover up his fear. His hand gets tighter over Pidge's mouth, almost as if he's asking the ginger what the hell is wrong with him.

With Lance speaking up, Iverson's attention is now pinpointed on him. He takes a few steps closer to Lance, his intimidating figure making your brother cower back a bit.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here," he growls, his tone of voice menacing and powerful, "is because the best pilot in your class had a disciplinary issue and flunked out."

Lance drops his gaze down to the floor, a look of dejection taking over his face.

"Don't follow in his footsteps," Iverson warns. He stares Lance down a bit before abruptly turning to you. "And you!" he barks.

Your entire body freezes up and your eyes wearily follow him as he stops in front of you now. Your heart sinks down to your gut.

"I expected better of you."

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You returned to your dorm at the end of the day with a cloud over your head.

You grumble about the day's events as you aggressively tug your shirt over your head. You really wish you could pinpoint the source of your frustration. Are you mad at my brother? Your team? Or yourself?

You toss your clothes on the floor and pull out some track shorts and a hoodie from your dresser. Getting dressed in your pajamas for the rest of the night, you try to sort out your emotions.

"Stop mumbling to yourself," your roommate says from her bed.

You turn to her. "Ah, sorry," you say. "I didn't realise I was talking out loud..."

"If you're that mad at your brother why don't you just punch him?" she asks. You blink, surprised she actually heard you.

"I'm not violent like you," you say with a sigh. "Besides, I don't even know if I'm mad at him specifically."

"Eh, I would punch him either way," your roommate shrugs. "It's a good way to alleviate your stress."

You roll your eyes. "I alleviate my stress by sleeping."

Your roommate laughs. "Ain't that the truth?" she jests. "How many times have you taken a nap between classes this week?"

You stare at her with a blank expression for a moment before picking your clothes up and off of the ground. "I'm not answering that," you say and toss them into the hamper.

You and your roommate pause when there's a knock on the door. You look at her and she looks at you.

She raises her hands up. "And I'm not answering that," she says.

You roll your eyes and grab one of the dirty articles of clothing you tossed into the hamper and throw at her without any remorse. She yelps in fear and disgust as you walk to the door with a smirk on your face.

"Don't throw your nasty underwear at me!" she barks and she pinches the panties between her thumb and index finger, tossing them as far away from her as possible.

You cackle and open the door. Your laughter cuts short when you're suddenly face to face with your brother. Hunk stands behind him.

"What are you doing in the girls' dorm?" you ask, but then take the opportunity you just created for yourself to tease your dear elder brother. You think of it as a bit of revenge for crashing the simulator. "Visiting someone?"

Lance rolls his eyes. "Heh, I wish," he sighs. "But no. We're thinking about hitting the town tonight! You know, for some team bonding?"

"Who is it?" your roommate calls to you.

"Lance and Hunk," you say over your shoulder at her.

"Punch him!" she shouts back.

"No!" you hiss and turn back to your brother.

"I don't like your roommate," Lance comments under his breath.

"Neither do I," you joke.

"I heard that!" your roommate barks.

"No you didn't!" you ready. But getting the feeling that she's going to keep interrupting, you push Lance out of your way and step into the hall with him and Hunk. You then close the door and give the boys your full attention.

"So, you're gonna come with us?" Lance asks.

"I don't know," you say with uncertainty in your tone. You cross your arms. "It's past curfew and I don't really think you have off-campus privileges..."

"That doesn't matter," Lance waves his hand dismissively. "Iverson wants us to bond as a team, so why don't we listen to him for once?"

"I'm not feeling that adventurous," you say.

"What? Why not? It'll be fun!" Lance cajoles.

"Lance, your idea of fun always ends up with you and me in the principal's office," Hunk reminds. "Don't drag your little sibling into it."

"Hunk has a point," you say. "I don't want to get in trouble again. I had my filling for today."

"Since when were you a goodie-two-shoes?" Lance asks in a somewhat offended tone.

"Since I got a scholarship here?" you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sibling?" Lance says as he gives you a look of utter betrayal, as if you were some alien.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not too keen on losing something like that because I went along with your dumb shenanigans," you sigh.

"Please, the max punishment for something like this is just a weekend detention with old man Brechin," Lance says and a mischievous grin spreads on his face. "That is, if you get caught."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. Team bonding sounds very appealing after what happened today, but are you willing to risk your scholarship? You don't know if you can lose it because of a simple detention. The Galaxy Garrison is a government program, which means they are pretty strict.

"Do you really need to think about it?" Lance asks with raised eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared!"

His words irk you immensely.

You snap your gaze up to him. Is he serious? You aren't scared. Why would you be scared of sneaking out?

You silently walk back into your dorm and quickly throw a bra on, some socks, and your shoes.

"Where are you going?" your roommate asks as she watches you scramble about the room with a sense of purpose all of a sudden.

"Team bonding," you say, now tying the laces of your shoes.

"This late? Are you sure?" she asks.

"All common sense in me left the moment Lance basically called me a scaredy-cat," you say bluntly.

"Well, have fun," your roommate says.

You give her a small salute as you walk out of the dorm. "I'll be back by morning."

"Alright, see ya!"

You close the door and turn to Lance and Hunk expectantly. "Well?"

Lance gives you a cocky grin, proud of his persuasion skills. You suddenly consider your roommate's suggestion for a second.

"We need to go grab Pidge," Lance says. "It won't be team bonding if someone's missing. You gotta have everybody."

You shrug, doubting Pidge will join.

Lance takes the liberty of leading the way to the boys' dorm, you and Hunk following closely behind. You expertly dodge the officers patrolling the halls making sure students are in their dorms like ninjas on a stealth mission.

As Lance rounds a corner, he suddenly stops and back peddles quickly. He peeks around the corner and watches whatever is on the other side. Curious, you and Hunk sneak up close to Lance and peek as well.

Pidge steps out of his room, a backpack swung over his shoulders. He checks his surroundings before closing the door and running off.

You, Lance, and Hunk share a look. You all then telepathically agree to follow the small boy. Once again, Lance takes the lead.

#voltron #wattpad #keith #voltron keith #keith kogane #x reader #keith x reader #gender neutral reader #vld #vld fanfic #fanfiction #vld keith

[twilightdruig]

help?

pairing : george weasley x fem!reader

summary : “hi i’m your neighbor and while i know we’ve never spoken but you’re a single parent of two and my sister recently died leaving me to raise her infant and i have no idea what i’m doing, help?” au

warnings : swearing , mentions of character deaths , fluff , au where george lives alone with his two children in a cottage near the burrow , au where fred and cedric live.

words : 2.6k

a/n : this is my first fic so it’s probably gonna be shit (as you can probably tell i’m not good with titles either) but yeah hope you enjoy :> and i might do a little part 2 on this soon

holly l/n was loved by multiple. a sweet hufflepuff student who was favored by all the teachers and students. her sister, y/n was a scary and intimidating gryffindor who hung out in the library.

ever since the battle of hogwarts death eaters have been imprisoned in azkaban. but, that didn’t mean all harm was gone.

now here y/n l/n was, standing in the heat of the summer, her nephew connor l/n mourning the death of a family member.

the service was beautiful. a few hogwarts students came including luna lovegood and neville longbottom and professor sprout and professor flitwick decided to pay their respects. headmistress mcgonagall sent her condolences through a letter as well.

conner wasn’t old enough to go to hogwarts yet. there was no one else for holly to leave connor with. her husband, ronan died during the war, all connor’s grandparents died and the only appointed godparents were holly’s best friend cedric diggory and her sister y/n.

cedric diggory was now teaching first year flying at hogwarts and is married to cho chang.

y/n was currently doing nothing with her life. she wanted to live alone in a cottage, reading, stitching, picking apples and getting drunk on fruity cocktails. but now? she had to take care of her sister’s spoiled son.

y/n hated children more than she hated the people in her own hogwarts house. more so, she didn’t know how to take care of them.

she had to enroll her nephew in hogwarts, teach him basic life skills and other stuff like that. there goes her life goal on being that cool stoner aunt that hates love and children.

—

“shit, connor!” y/n exclaimed as her 3 year old nephew accidentally ate a ton tongue toffee made by the joke shop in diagon alley owned by the weasleys.

“sorry aunty y/n”

she was never close to the weasleys. all of them, stereotypical gryffindors, loud and chaotic and always the main characters.

the only thing she knew about them is that one of the twins live next to her. y/n didn’t know how to shrink his tongue and thought it was quite the convenience that he lives next door. he was a single dad with two daughters, maybe he could help her control her nephew and technically her adopted son, now.

she sighed. “put on your coat, we’re visiting our neighbors, ok con?” the little boy nodded in response

—

went the small cottage came into view, there were two little girls picking flowers on the front yard and a tall red-headed man on the porch watching them.

“hey! weasley!” she yelled with a small smile as she approached the small gate.

“l/n? what are you doing here?” george asked

y/n gestured to her nephew who was holding his now 3 foot long tongue. “he accidentally ate one of your products and i’m not entirely sure how to fix it”

“right, right” he laughed “come on, connor right? i’ll reverse that”

y/n felt a tug at her oversized cardigan. she looked down to see two identical ginger twins.

“hi there!” one smiled.

“hello!” y/n tried to sound as nice as possible. looking back at her teenage years she remembered laughing at kids who fell of their brooms their brooms when she’d watch first year flying. she remembered laughing at seamus finnigan when something blew up in his face. or when she’d laugh at any kid accidentally getting hurt.

“these are for you! they’re pretty just like you” the other twin exclaimed.

“i’m charlotte and she’s billie” charlotte giggled.

“how do u know our daddy?” billie asked

“oh! um, we went to school together and i live just next door” y/n replied

“do you know our uncle freddie?”

“i know all your uncles and your aunt ginny, aunt hermione and uncle harry. they were all famous when we were in school”

“wow!” they both exclaimed

george and connor came back out. “look aunty y/n! my tongue’s normal again!”

“aunty?” george questioned. “holly. she died quite recently.”

“oh! i’m so sorry. i heard about her. yeah. i believe mum sent some flowers for the service”

“yeah we received them”

“i’ll see you around?” george inquired

“yeah, yeah. and i might need some parenting advice? you knew how i was back at hogwarts”

“i am flattered, dear l/n”

“oh hush. and they get along.” she pointed to the three children running around.

“they do. and yes, i would love to help you tame that little rascal” george laughed.

“thank you, george. really.”

“i’m just next door, yeah?”

“yeah” y/n smiled “come on, connor. we’re going home. but we’ll definitely be seeing these lovely ladies soon.”

“bye pretty lady!” y/n heard two young voices call after her

“daddy, who was she?”

“is she gonna be our new mommy?”

—

george and y/n had been hanging out for the past weeks. he had given her advice on taking care of connor and how to deal with children. they also spent time talking about family and their time back at hogwarts. she was told about the attack of death eaters at one of his brothers’ wedding and how his daughters were named after his brothers bill and charlie.

a knock at y/n’s door interrupted her reading.

“oi, l/n!” she heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“weasley” she muttered.

connor recognized george’s voice and the twins’ giggles, he decided he would take matters into his own little hands. connor knew how stubborn his aunt was at the young age of seven.

“hi billie! hi charlotte! hi uncle george!” the little boy squealed.

“hey there, con!” george ruffled his hair while billie and charlotte ran over to y/n.

connor and the twins were two years apart. connor was going to hogwarts the next year. no doubt would he be trouble to professor mcgonagall but everyone knew they were always her favorites.

“aunty y/n! uncle george brought cookies!” connor yelled excitedly. y/n was never the type to bake or cook. she did try to but it always ended in almost burning the house down. she usually fed connor fruits or store bought food.

“you didn’t have to” y/n responded while taking the plastic box.

“oh yes i did” he teased “i heard you’ve been starving this poor little fellow”

“daddy didn’t bake those cookies” charlotte stated “grandma did” billie continued

“oh” she smirked at george then turned to the twins “tell your grandma i say thanks!”

“uncle george! i wanna show you something outside! the twins can come too!”

“connor, what are you gonna show them?” y/n grumbled.

“your paintings! they’re amazing” her nephew jumped.

“paintings, eh?” george smiled “okay, let’s go, champ. see those paintings of your aunt.” the two scurried outside, two redheaded girls following after.

y/n groaned and fell back into the couch, finishing her book.

—

it’s been a few days since george and the twins came with cooking to y/n and connor’s cottage. she wanted to throw connor a little surprise birthday party.

connor has loved the twins and george so much, he thinks of them as blood relatives. y/n decided to call up cedric and cho to look after connor while she’d do some errands.

the two arrived exactly on time as y/n was preparing to go out. she had on a simple cardigan and loose denim pants.

“ced! cho! hi, how are you guys?” y/n greeted as she saw her old friends apparate into the cottage.

“hi y/n!” cho greeted “hey nerd” cedric snickered.

she sent cedric a small glare before connor jumped at the two.

“uncle ceddy! aunty cho! you’re here” he shouted.

“yeah buddy! your aunt’s gonna run some errands and visit your uncle georgie?” cedric winked at y/n. she had been owling cedric about george and how he’s been helping her with connor.

“are you going out with uncle george?” connor asked, eyes twinkling.

“i don’t know, actually. i might check him out next door.”

“george weasley?” cho teased.

“yes, cho,” y/n rolled her eyes “but on that note, i have to go”

“bye, connor! behave okay?” she crouched down and squished his cheeks.

“bye, ced! cho!” her voice faded when she dashed out the door.

—

y/n passed george’s cottage to see if he actually might want to come with her and do errands.

she was standing outside the small gate, hesitating. ‘maybe he was busy’ ‘he wouldn’t want to do errands with me’ ‘maybe he would if i told him it was for connor’s birthday’ she thought. y/n didn’t know why she was overthinking her choices. the first time she was standing right outside the gate she bursted in and demanded george to fix whatever happened to her nephew. now, she was nervous. her palms were sweaty and clammy.

she pushed herself in and walked to the front porch. she knocked a few times and was met with a head of messy brown hair.

“hermione?!” she squealed

“y/n!” hermione jumped to hug her old friend.

there were overlapping voices in the background and when they pulled away she was met with multiple mops of ginger hair, a head of blonde hair and another with black hair behind hermione.

“l/n?” ginny weasley asked, quite shocked what she would be doing outside george’s door.

“oh! did i interrupt something? i am so sorry!” she said feeling a bit nervous.

“oh! you must be the dearest y/n george keeps talking about!” an old woman she thought was mrs. weasley approached her from behind her children.

“hi there!” y/n said feeling a little embarrassed she might’ve barged in on a family reunion.

“ah! l/n? i have heard of your family! muggle-borns right?” arthur weasley joined his wife.

“uh, yeah!” she pursed her lips “i am so so sorry i interrupted! i should go. tell george i’ll swing by next time”

“oh it’s absolutely alright, dear” molly reassured her.

“george! there’s a really pretty girl! get your arse out here!” fred yelled to george who was probably inside the house.

“is she here?” charlotte and billie ran to the door.

“hi girls! tell you dad i was here yeah? say i’ll come by next time” most of the weasleys came back in. she took it as her time to go on with her day.

“oi! y/n! wait up” the voice she recognized as george’s called after her.

“george, hey”

“where’r you off to?” george pointed to the small bag that was swung over her shoulder.

“errands. connor’s birthday is coming up so i thought i’d prepare something for him. first birthday without his mum, you know”

“his birthday’s coming up?” george looked as excited as a child on christmas morning.

“yeah. why?” she smiled

“you’re talking to one of the best party planners there is. you also did talk to another one of them… i think”

“fred?”

“oh yeah”

“i wanted to ask if you wanted to come but seeing as to your family is in your house… i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t available right now” she giggled.

“maybe if you went another day” he said sympathetically. george really wanted to go and prepare connor’s party with her. he treated him like his own and boy did he remind him of how fun it was to be a kid. he loved his aunt so much it was adorable.

“george. seriously, it’s okay. spend time with your family” she laughed.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you when you get back” he waved.

—

connor’s small birthday gathering was in full swing. y/n became acquainted with george’s siblings. bill, charlie, percy (whom she was actually friends with back in hogwarts), fred, ron and ginny. hermione was a very good friend of hers and so was harry. she recognized fleur from that day in the cottage as beauxbatons triwizard champion.

connor had quite a bunch of guests for his birthday. cedric, cho, luna, neville, fred, percy, ron, harry, hermione, bill and fleur and their little victorie. of course, billie and charlotte helped george and y/n fix up the party. mr. and mrs. weasley sent a small cake for connor when they heard about y/n not knowing asingle thing about cooking.

fred offered to take care of the twins and connor while george and y/n ran off somewhere. the two found themselves near a small creek. y/n explained how the cottage was where she’d go off exploring and the only person who knew was holly. she was overjoyed when her sister got the cottage she used as a hideaway.

george was surprised when there were lights and blankets and everything. the soft sounds of running water was calming.

the two were pretty intoxicated when they sat down; stumbled onto the picnic blanket. y/n was sober enough to not spill her deepest darkest secrets. george on the other hand…

“have i ever told you how pretty you are?” george mumbled next to her. y/n only snickered and blushed.

“um, can i hold your hand?” he continued, taking a look at the girl next to him.

“sure” she winked.

“you know” he started again “i actually fancied you a bit back in school”

“yeah?” she rolled over to her side “i wonder… what did you like about me?”

“i don’t even know. my heart just felt so full with you. still does, right now, holding your hand, under the stars by a stream.” he had this glint in his eye when he looks at her.

“hey,” she brushed some hair out of his face “these past few months have been great. and you’re a huge help with connor. you know i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“yeah darling,” he yawned “yeah”

“wait, george!” she sat up “no. don’t fall asleep!”

“fuck” she groaned before falling back down on the blanket.

“i think i love you” she whispered.

—

morning rolled around and they were still lying somewhere in the forest behind the cottage. some childish chatter and laughs were heard from where they were still sleeping soundly.

until, a red ant bit y/n and george’s intertwined hands. “ah shit!” y/n woke up from the bite. her yell also woke up the sleeping man next to her “what?! what happened?” he jumped.

“oh. did i wake you up?” she asked.

“no. it’s honestly no worries” he said “but i do have a killer headache”

“an ant bit me” she muttered, wanting to scratch it.

“hey, no don’t scratch! i’ve had a lot if experience with insect bites” he explained “want me to kiss it better?” he teased.

“oh, ha-ha” she rolled her eyes but blushed.

“we should probably head back” he checked his watch while standing up.

—

“ah! there the lovebirds are!” fred exclaimed.

everyone was cleaning up from last night. there were children running around while chasing balloons and each other.

“yeah,” george started “we, um, fell asleep”

“sure ya did” this time ron teased the two.

“i’m gonna clean up here,” y/n offered “you guys should go home. you know, get some rest”

cedric gasped “y/n l/n! are you kicking us out?” he said in mock offense.

“technically, yeah. i doubt connor got any sleep”

“maybe we should,” fleur said with her accent “victorie was very excited for the party she is very worn out”

george snuck behind y/n “i think i love you too” he muttered under his breath. he wasn’t sure if she heard it. she did.

“i’ll see you later, y/n!” he yelled “come on, princesses, we’re going home. we’ll see connor and y/n later”

connor and the twins hugged while y/n said thank you’s to all the guests.

maybe it wasn’t such a bad decision to ask for help.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #george weasley imagine #george weasley x fem #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you

[violetnotez]

I just read your headcanons about treating Mirio,shouto and bakugou's hounds and it was soooo cuuuute kafkksfbksgkbs I wonder if you can do the same headcanons for Izuko, Hitoshi and maybe Tokoyami? OwO ♡♡♡♡♡

Hey bb! So unfortunately I don’t write for Tokoyami 👉🏼👈🏼 but I totally got ya on Izuku and Shinso! ❤️

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Izuku

Please be aware you will have to be this dude’s nurse 24/7

He is just always getting hurt

No matter what, he can promise you as much as he wants that he won’t get hurt or he’ll try his best to be safe...

Lmao that doesn’t happen

You don’t know how many times you’ll be hanging out with him, and you’ll notice he has a limp he won’t tell you about

Or he’ll be at your door, covered in scraps and trying to convince you “it’s nothing, really!”

You and Recovery Girl are like besties at this point

Worst part is unless he’s like at deaths door he REFUSES to act like it’s a big thing

Like “oh my fingers are purple and look like burnt chicken-it’s chill”

NO SIR IT IS NOT FUCKING CHILL

He takes pain like a champ tho, like he will grimace here and there but he’ll never do anything but that

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“Izuku-for the love of-“ you huffed our with exasperation as you struggled with the hem of his shirt. “-just take off your shirt!”

Poor Midoriya’s cheeks were on fire, his face very much resembling a red strawberry as his bruised digits wrapped around yours, trying desperately to keep his shirt down over his chest.

It wasn’t as if you’d ever seen him shirtless, you had seen him like that countless of times....he just didn’t want to worry you. Yeah his last patrol was a little-rougher-than the rest...but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle!

But deep down he knew it looked pretty bad, the bruises blossoming under his skin, deepening with each hour as they were still pretty fresh. And even though they stung, and made it hard to move in certain positions, and-yeah it was kinda hard to breathe in certain ways....he was fine, he swears!

You stopped your tug of war against Izuku, hands falling limp against his thighs, your body hovering over his legs.

“Izuku please,” you pleaded, eyebrows furrowing in sympathy, “I know there’s something wrong...I just want to make sure your okay!”

“I know, I-I just-“ he stuttered our, green orbs full of guilt, “I don’t want to worry you!”

You huffed, feeling defeat flood your body, as you softly caressed the hem of Izuku’s shirt, his favorite one....

His favorite shirt.

It was cruel to do this to him, and you knew it was wrong, but of course you wouldnt actually do it...but that overwhelmingly cruel light bulb idea was now stuck in your brain and wasn’t letting go.

You sighed yet again, this time with an over exaggeration and devilish grin on your face.

“Oh, that’s okay then...” you stated, your words sickly sweet and understanding.

Izuku perked up, unaware by your drastic change in demeanor.

“R-really?!? It is?”

You looked at his slightly relieved face, smile still on your lips. “Yeah of course! If you don’t want to take off your shirt, I can always just cut it off of you-“

Izuku audibly gulped, wise eyes growing even larger.

You-you wouldn’t right? You knew well that this was one of his favorite tshirts, as it had his favorite hero on it plus it was the comfiest one he owned...he wouldn’t ever find a tshirt he loved as much as this one.

Izuku stared at your face, trying to see pass a bluff...but you were good at hiding your true emotions, eyes glinting mischievously in the hazy warm lights.

“So whats it gonna be ‘Zuku?” you asked softly, slowly trailing under the cloth of his shirt, leaving a lowing hum of electricity on his skin. “The scissors are right there after all-“

“I-I’ll take off the shirt,” he said sheepishly, cheeks glowing a shade of red.

You giggled at his expression, thankful he took the bait as you took his face in your hands, your thumbs trailing his infinite freckles.

He could be stubborn, but he always gave in...eventually.

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Shinso

Really doesn’t like being “taken care of”

Like don’t get me wrong, you dotting over him makes him all warm and fuzzy inside,,,

But, idk, he just doesn’t like the feeling of being weak

Kind of like Izuku, tried to deny the fact he’s hurting

But he is much easier to persuade

Usually just takes a kiss or two and he gives in to your efforts

If you have to bandage him up, he likes to be a big flirt to cover up his grimaces

Gives you a bunch of blush worthy compliments,,,,,

Calls you his “Nurse Babe”

Whatever the hell that means

Honestly, after an hour of having your whole attention on him he is hooked

He will never be the same again...he is a hoe for that attention for eternity now 💀

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Your finger were feeling as if they were being tugged out their sockets, the huge bucket of soft soppy warm water sloshing dangerously in its container.

You stepped into the room where a bruised up Shinso lay on the floor, hand lazily scrolling on his phone.

Hearing you enter the room, his head tilted towards you, his once bored expression peeking up into curiousty. His violet eyes watched you intently as you set down the bucket with a huff, kneeling next to his body as you submerged some towels in the luke warm water.

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” He asked, voice still gruff from a nap he had taken a few minutes prior.

You simply continued your work, small smile on your lips as you placed a few towels in the floor.

“Well, since the doctors said you weren’t clear for a shower or bath for the night,” you stated softly, “I thought I’d give one myself.”

“So a sponge bath?” Shinso said plainly. “I’m not some old man, kitten, I’m perfectly fine to take a bath-hell, I can take a shower just fine.”

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, shaking your head at him.

“When your bruises aren’t the color of your hair, maybe I’ll believe you-“ you gave him a small grin, swallowing down a ball of saliva. “-now take off your shirt.”

Shinso simply chuckled, an exasperate sigh leaving his lips. He knew too well that you were determined to nursing him back to health (even though he felt he was perfectly fine)....so really, there was no point in trying to believe him. And at this point...he wasn’t to sure he even wanted you to.

Having all your undivided attention on him was...nice-even if he hated admitting it.

“Doll, if you just wanted me to strip down...” he said cheekily, that shit eating grin plastered on his pale skin. “All you had to was ask.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, helping hin slowly peel his shirt off his skin-thank god it was a button down, or this would have been a hell of a lot harder.

But sitting in his lap, hands trailing gently against the soft skin of his abdomen and those piercing eyes watching your every move...it wa snaking your body feel particularly too hot for an otherwise cool room.

“Aw, you poor thing,” Shinso cooed with an air of arrogance, “are you flustered?”

“N-no,” you stuttered, kicking yourself internally for your obvious slip up, “I’m just wondering how the hell you lost so hard to get so many bruises.”

Shinso chuckled at your feeble attempt at a comeback, loving how you were so affected by this change in the atmosphere.

He deifnitely wnated to capitalize on this moment, his digits cradling your face as he forced you to look at him.

He grinned yet again, teeth biting his bottom lips as he gazed at you with a hungry look.

“Aw, but you are-” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“-It’s okay doll, you don’t have to hide it from me...I like seeing you like this,”

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#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #bnha izuku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bnha izuku midoriya x reader #mha izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #bnha deku x reader #mha deku x reader #izuku x reader hc #bnha izuku x reader hc #mha izuku x reader hc #izuku midoriya x reader hc #shinso x reader #bnha shinso x reader #mha shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou x reader #mha shinsou x reader #shinso x reader hc #bnha shinso x reader hc #mha shinso x reader hc

[glowingbadger]

SFW and nsfw Lorenz and Sylvain? Two of our resident (not really) playboys?

I've done a ~lot~ of general hcs for Sylvain, so definitely check my masterlist for those. Link here, though I realize mobile users have been having issues with these links... ugh .-. (he's in a lot of the multi-character posts btw)

So what I'm saying is, this is going to be a Lorenz post only lol

Lorenz (FE3H) x GN Reader

NSFW 18+

- Lorenz is an adoring lover- being with him will absolutely make you feel like the most gorgeous person in the world. The man could compose a sonnet about each inch of your body, and he'll make sure to tell you throughout the act that he's absolutely smitten by you. He's actually quite a dirty talker, but in the way that old romantic poetry is 'dirty'- it's all said through metaphor and flowery language, but the intent is clear. His lust for you is deep and passionate.

- I've said this before, but Lorenz gives oral like a champ and I'm sorry that's just The Facts. Whether he's sucking cock or eating pussy, he'll devote himself tirelessly to your pleasure. He's not shy at all about pressing himself firmly to your body, grabbing onto your thighs and burying himself against you as his lips and tongue are hard at work. He especially loves feeling your nails drag along his scalp or tug on his hair while he's down there, since he knows that means he's doing his due diligence to please you. Frankly, he enjoys going down on you so much that it sometimes gets him harder and more eager than when you touch him directly, and he'll even start rutting himself against the bed and moaning against your body.

- He can be pretty vanilla to start in terms of actual kink, but if you introduce things to him and give him a clear idea of what you want, he's more than happy to do anything to please you. In general, he takes requests and directions quite well.

- Lorenz adores seeing you in frilly, lacy lingerie, regardless of gender or body type. The sight of sheer fabric stretched upward by your stiffened nipples, of thigh-high stockings squeezing around the swell of your legs- it's all absolutely intoxicating to him. Seeing you like this makes him more determined than ever to spoil you, especially if you play cute and innocent with him.

- As you'd imagine, Lorenz takes very good care of his body. Even post war, he'll keep himself in excellent shape, his figure lithe but nicely toned. He grooms his body hair to only a tasteful strip from below the navel down to his cock, which is just a little bigger than you'd expect for his body type (though still likely the most elegant penis you've ever seen). His skin is smooth and he uses a subtle floral cologne that perfectly compliments his natural scent.

- His nipples are very sensitive, and in general, he loves to feel your touch anywhere on his torso. While his default is to act as a Service Top (he wouldn't want you to have to do all the work, after all), if you can convince him to let you ride him, it's honestly very fun. He does his best to compose himself and maintain a steady rhythm into you, but your hands down his chest and abdomen cause him to involuntarily arch up from the bed. If you pinch and tease his nipples, his cock throbs harder than you've ever felt it, and he can't stop his hips from bucking up into you more harshly. His complexion burns red, and he hastily apologizes, but the results are hard to argue with.

- Reading erotic literature is one of Lorenz's greatest guilty pleasures. As you'd expect, it's fairly tasteful as far as lewd content goes, but he has a very visual imagination, and can't help stroking himself to the thought of you as he reads. Eventually, you may even discover a poorly hidden stash of his own writings, featuring a sexual partner who bears a striking resemblance to you. It's actually very beautifully written, and if you can gradually help him become more comfortable with this pastime, he'll gladly write extensive passages detailing exactly how he longs to touch and worship and make love to you. Also I love the idea that, with your encouragement, he'd start publishing these works under a pseudonym lol incredible

#we don't sleep on good boys in this blog #lorenz hellman gloucester #lorenz x reader #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem headcanons #spicy headcanons #fire emblem imagines

[onyxoverride]

Okay Virgin!Zeke gave me a push into the rot that spells „Submissive Zeke“ and I just can’t get myself to climb out of that hole. Okay so, my brain thought about 1047271 thoughts per second about this fictional man and I hate myself for it yes and let me tell ya:

Imagine you are a rich marleyan woman, in a pretty high position in the soldier ranks. Similar to a commander, not as high ranked as them though. And of course you know war chief Zeke, the wonder boy, Yes you know him. And Zeke knows you. The sexual tension between you two says it all, how Zeke flirts with you. And let me tell you when I say it gets his cock unbelievable hard when you give him this cold look and ignore his flirty comment. And as desperately as he wants to fuck you into the mattress and make you his little cock addicted whore- the thought of you dominating him is what he thinks of every night when his stupid hand is wrapped around his cock. He wants to worship you, fuck, please, he would fucking beg to get his hands on you. And even if it’s just a gentle touch on your shoulder.

What can I say? His dreams come true one day. A stressful meeting, planning strategies, annoying men making dumb sex jokes, annoying you and the whole female population. Those are not the sex jokes Zeke pulls, Zeke‘s got a drop of intelligence in them. After the meeting you a fucking angry and call the war chief into your office. Of course you are aware of his feelings and his way of thinking. „Close the door“ is the first thing you say to him as he comes in. Of course Zeke tenses up like a teenage boy and watches you with big eyes, gesturing him to come closer to you. The air is thick with tension, you could cut it with a knife as you two watch eachother with the most longing, lustful look you have. You order Zeke to „get on his fucking knees and use his mouth for something better than some dumb sex jokes.“ All while leaning against your desk, pulling back your coat and hiking your skirt up a bit for him. And boy does he do that. Eating your pussy like a fucking champ and. Oh boy. It gets him hard, he could cum in his pants instantly. Especially with the way you are staring down our nose with an almost bored expression, stroking his hair and spitting filth from your mouth. „Yeah? You like that?“, you ask with the voice of an Angel, tugging at his hair so hard it stings, but it only gets Zeke harder. You degrade him and let your frustrations out on him, although it is wrong. But Zeke doesn’t mind. Absolutely not, to say the least, it gets him off. Because „that’s the only thing you men are good for, right? Getting on your fucking knees and worship women like pathetic dogs.“ Normally, you would say that a guy fucks a woman. But no no no. Not in this situation. In this Situation, it’s Zeke later who finds himself sitting in your chair, at your desk, and getting fucked. Use him for your pleasure, bounce on his dick at the pace you like. But reward him, because after all, he is a pathetic man-slut, but he is pathetic man-slut with feelings.

-🍆 (watch me slippin‘ and turning this into a whole Ass Paragraph i am kinda sorry)

Gosh I'm writing a Sub! Zeke fic rn and this was helpful to get the juices flowing (brain juices not...)

Also never apologize I love this !!

Innuendo after innuendo. It's annoying, especially when they're being so informal in front of you, a high ranking member of the military. But calling the wonder boy to your office after a meeting gone awry, stress creaking underneath your skin, you know this will at least help a little.

And boy does it help to distress you, to see Zeke on his knees for you, lapping at your cunt like a desperate dog, as he should be. Your voice, sweet and mocking all at the same time, "You love this, don't you?"

He nods so eagerly it almost makes you laugh. The famous War Chief on his knees, whimpering into your cunt so desperately. This is his dreams come true, your moans are even better than he's imagined.

Then when he's thrown into the chair all he can do is roll his head back and moan about how tight your cunt is as you ride him like a fiend, chair creaking and his nails digging into your hips.

Zeke a pathetic little man-slut for you, only you.

#i wish i could add more but this is so good #◆.aot #❖.zeke jaeger #⚫.answered #⚫.drabbles #♥️.🍆anon #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger smut #zeke yeager smut #zeke yaeger smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader

[not-close-to-straight]

I truly love that quilt I'm picturing and I wish to snuggle in something as sweet as it.

Also wade remembering time so well is just so sweet like I know it's also heartbreaking but.

Poor wade, the war going on in his head must be so brutal, and perhaps akin to the Boxes. But Vanessa that war must be so weird- since it's reincarnation.

I will laugh a little at the image of AH NO CRYING ALPHA HERE HAVE A BABY BABIES FIX ALL.

Ah the never ending emotions of wade- always will tug at my heart strings

PFFFT I gave up New York to become Canadian. No but seriously that whole monologue was beautiful.

Vanessa remembering herself passing was BEAUTIFUL

But k wade and nessa's talk is so cathartic

OKAY RIGHT

I just got back from visiting my granny in Minnesota (all my family is either in alaska or minnesota I'm literally the only one that thought 'huh maybe I shouldn't live where the air hurts my face and the snow drifts higher than my head') and she's like... the quintessential grandma who sits in her rocking chair with her bag of knitting and out of all the reasons why my granny should get into heaven this is my favorite--- When she isn't actively knitting/sewing something for her kids/grands/great grandkids, she sits and makes baby blankets to donate to the hospitals for the babies who are being adopted or whose mom didn't make it through birth so no matter the circumstance, those babies have a handmade with love blanket from grandma.

Are you crying? because it makes me cry.

Anyway, I just got back from visiting her and as I was rough drafting out this chapter it just hit me that like... Pete is all Auntie May has. In the OG fic where we see her at the hospital-- that is her baby, that is her son as far as she's concerned and we see her hurting so much for Peter all the time and she is so rooting for him and Wade to have like a thousand kids and I'm actually bummed I didn't think to include a scene of her meeting Ellie at some point, but like, that just wasn't important in the long run to see on paper for reasons other than *awwww*

So I settled on May definitely having made Wade and Peter a quilt as a bonding present, because my granny also does that for newly married couples. I just really really loved that idea, and of course the line about how she needed the date for their bonding and Wade knew EXACTLY when it was (based on the date Peter disappeared and how many days they spent together) which I adore because it was such a major theme in MTW that time meant nothing to Wade until he met Pete, then every single second meant something.

Ah yes, the old "quick you can't be freaking out if there's a baby who needs you" distraction lol. Works like a champ.

OKAY I legit put that line in for you because I knew you'd laugh! I was like okay Alexa will appreciate Peter pointing out what a 'sacrifice' this was for him!

Ugh THAT LINE "I love you Wade Wilson". Deadpool 2 makes me cry every single time I watch it because he really just made good on that promise from the first one about it being a love story and the way he hears Vanessa's voice "I love you Wade Wilson" every time he dies just kills me and I REALLY wanted to put that into the fic. I felt like it would really add a punch of emotion to the whole scene for anyone who's seen the movie and would recognize the line

[ben10daily]

happy day 6 of gwevin week! this fic is written for the prompt of the day: camping. possibly my favourite to write, haha. thanks again to @brooken-gwevin-weeks for organising the event!

title: you paint dreamscapes on the wall words: 1,703 summary: kevin levin doesn’t play well with others. au.

In the two and a half weeks that Kevin had been attending Forever Camp, he’d made it his sole purpose to be the best at everything. He was a poor kid with a stepdad who looked straight through him, and if nothing else that had made him deeply competitive by nature.

So he ran the fastest, and climbed the highest, and pushed harder than anyone else. Kevin tied knots around knots and made a s’more that could melt hearts.

And then the camp across the lake had a bed bug infestation.

All of a sudden, swarms of kids he’d never met before were throwing sleeping bags down in their cabins, fighting over chairs in the dining hall, and, worst of all, competing for his spot as the Camp Champ. And the two people causing him the most aggravation were the Tennysons.

Ben Tennyson was a little chump who thought he was tough. A kid who tailed Kevin around like they were friends for no other reason than Kevin personally shoved him face-first into the mud-pit during tug-of-war.

Kevin beat him at games and stole his dessert, but he still couldn’t shake him.

Gwen Tennyson, on the other hand, was another problem altogether.

-

Day One:

Now dealing with an extra twenty campers to entertain, the counsellors decided to forgo ice-breakers in lieu of tiring them all out as much as possible. That meant one thing: obstacle course.

Kevin was thrilled at the opportunity to assert his dominance so early on. The kids who knew him didn’t even bother to compete anymore. He stood at the head of the line, hands on his hips, and shifted his weight from foot to foot impatiently, ready to show the rest of them how it was done.

He almost jumped out of his skin when a hand yanked at the sleeve of his t-shirt.

“Can we go first?”

She was shorter than him, this interloper he didn’t recognise, with bright red hair and a mischievous little grin on her face. Behind her stood a scruffy brown-haired boy with both arms crossed petulantly.

“No cutting,” Kevin said with a scowl.

“I told you he looked like a jerk,” the boy muttered. Kevin wanted to hit him, and maybe he would when the counsellors turned around.

The smile on her face dropped, and the girl frowned up at Kevin as she tried again. “Please? We got here late because someone,” she glared sidelong at the other boy, “had to go the bathroom. The line’s super long already, and we want to see who’s faster.”

“I’m faster,” Kevin said automatically.

The girl stared at him, and he stared back, and what ensued was a staring contest that lasted all of five seconds before the girl’s friend jabbed her in the side with his elbow.

“Come on, doofus, he’s just showing off.”

Kevin sure didn’t like that. At the far end of the course, one of the older kids raised a whistle to his lips and blew a screeching note that signalled for the first runner. “I’ll show you who’s showing off.”

He took off like a shot, running up the starting ramp and balancing his way along the wooden footholds. He pushed himself to speed up, swinging wildly across the monkey bars, dropping and running again, climbing the thick rope netting and landing on the other side without hesitation. Then the hurdles, the tire crawl, and straight through to the finish line.

Kevin’s chest was heaving when he finally stopped running, but he turned on the counsellor immediately for a read-out of the stopwatch. One minute and seven seconds, a personal best. He looked back at the starting point with a wide smirk.

The two new campers were still at the front of the line, and nobody seemed to be in a hurry to get past them. From the looks of it, they were now arguing over who would go next.

The counsellor blew on his whistle, and Kevin watched as the boy ran forward, scaled across the wooden walkway, and dropped almost immediately from the monkey bars, right into the soft mud below. No upper body strength. Figured.

Above him, the girl was clutching at her stomach in a fully belly laugh, pointing at her friend as he crawled out of the pit covered head to toe in sludge. Until the whistle blew a third time, and she finally took her turn.

She was fast, really fast, and unlike the boy she had a surprising amount of muscle to back it up. In what felt like no time at all, she was in front of him, hands on her knees as she gasped for breath.

Kevin looked at the counsellor, heart beating fast, and the older boy grinned knowingly at him.

“Fifty-nine seconds.”

-

Day Two:

Kevin watched as the two Tennyson kids pelted each other with scrambled eggs over breakfast. They seemed to fit right in almost immediately amongst the other campers, in a way he never had. Not that he wanted to.

Instead, he cornered one of the other kids, J.T., to ask what their deal was, and found out a whole bunch of useless things. They were called Ben and Gwen, and they were cousins. They fought a lot, about pretty much everything, and for a while Ben had been going around telling everyone he had superpowers.

That afternoon, they did trust exercises. Ben dropped Gwen at every opportunity, until the counsellor interceded and split them up. Kevin refused to even take a fall.

-

Day Three:

The cousins faced him together during a hostile game of dodgeball, as the last three kids on the court. Kevin’s team sucked, so he’d used them as human shields for the better part of the match.

Ben and Gwen were both quick on their feet, ducking and dodging away from all the balls he lobbed across the court. If they were smart enough to work as a team, he might have been in trouble. But they ran across and around each other instead, even trying to shove the other one into Kevin’s line of fire. And still he couldn’t hit them.

Frustrated, he pitched the ball with all his strength, just as Gwen stumbled over one of the dropped balls from earlier. She would have taken the hit right to her pretty face if Ben hadn’t leaped forward dramatically, letting the dodgeball crack him across the head. Like some kind of hero. Idiot. Loser.

Ben spent the next fifteen minutes with the camp nurse, just to check for a concussion. When she finally released him with a clean bill of health, Kevin overheard Gwen talking to him outside the office.

“So, did that dodgeball knock out what’s left of your brain, dweeb?”

Ben scoffed and pulled her into a playful headlock. “What I think you mean is, ‘Thanks Ben, for saving my nerdy little life’.”

-

Day Four:

Kevin shoved Ben’s face into the mud during tug-of-war. For showing off during dodgeball, but mostly just for fun.

In retribution, Gwen splattered him neon green from head to toe during balloon painting that afternoon. After three showers, when he’d finally scrubbed the remaining paint from his hair, it started to seem a little funny. Neither of them could be forced to apologise.

-

Day Five:

Gwen smoked him on the track during warm-ups, and then again on the soccer court when he refused to pick either of them for his team. Not his best decision, actually, because that left him with Cooper Daniels who feigned an injury fifteen minutes in just to avoid playing.

Ben tried to sit at his table during lunch.

“Get lost,” Kevin told him, which seemed to have no effect.

Ben used a fork to launch mashed potatoes at the next table over, and maybe Kevin laughed but some things were just patently hilarious. That didn’t mean they were friends.

-

Day Six:

“The map says we have to go this way.”

“You’re holding it upside down.”

“Did you just throw our compass into the lake?”

Gwen and Kevin spent five hours lost in the woods during a scavenger hunt.

It got dark outside while they were walking in circles, and she was leaning really close to him, even after insisting only babies were scared of the dark. They didn’t hold hands, no matter what the rumours said. He didn’t tell her about his real dad when they were sat back to back on a rock waiting to be rescued. Well, nobody could prove it anyway.

-

By the end of the week, Kevin was reaching the end of his tether. He was sick of Ben Tennyson breathing down his neck, and sick of following the back of Gwen’s head when she sprinted past him on the track field.

And then, like the sun emerging unexpectedly on an overcast day, a call came through that all the bed bugs had been fumigated safely. The camp was clean, and it was time to say goodbye.

Kevin looked on at the noisy campers filing back into their waiting paddle boats with a summer’s worth of luggage in hand. All sixteen of them were rowing back to their own side of the lake in pairs, shrinking into specks in the distance. Good riddance, he thought.

Ben and Gwen were the last ones left on the dock, and Kevin watched them stoically as they waved goodbye to their temporary cabin-mates.

Until, as if sensing his gaze, Gwen turned and caught his eye. He looked away first, unwilling to get caught in another staring contest, but she ran over to him anyway, fishing something small out of her pocket as she approached.

Kevin scowled at her. “What do you want?”

“Give me your hand,” she said, and when he didn’t move a muscle she reached out and grabbed his wrist herself.

“Hey!” Kevin snapped, but she ignored him, wrapping a slim pink and blue plait of thread around his arm and tying it off with a flourish. “What’s this?”

Gwen smiled at him when he yanked his hand back to study the gift.

“It’s a friendship bracelet, stupid,” she said, like he should know better. “Let’s race again next summer, too.”

#ben 10 #gwevin week #*fic #*

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hello my sweet!! I was wondering if maybe I could request a lil Dewey headcanon about the reader asking dewey to go and see the infinity war/Endgame marvel double bill at the cinema?? And at first he’s like noooo but then he actually loves it and wants to watch them all??? Lotsa love my angel!🥰💜

Of couse darling!

Suuuuuuperfluffy Dewey Finn x reader ahead!

Marvelous Marvel Movienight.

"PLEASE!!! Dewdrop! You gotta see marvel at least once okay??!! Its just so gooooood! " you pleaded to your boyfriend, tugging at his shirt like a 5 year old toddler would do, to get what he wanted. Anything to watch Marvel with the love of your life.

Dewey had been stubborn and wouldnt budge... you had been whining and begging him to join you to your favorite movie in the world, but Dewey just deadpanned: "Darling... listen... This might seem shocking... but shirtless superheroes with tight abbs, aren't doing it for me..."

You chuckled a bit at his dramatic floppy hand that matched his scentence. What a man...

You sighed, pulled out your phone quickly... typed something with the speed of lightning, and turned the screen to the unimpressed face of Dewey Finn. His eyebrows shot up and he smirked a tiny bit more then he had before. He hummed: "Well... youknow im not into redheads... but... this certainly makes it better."

You grinned back at him: "Yeah... should have known Black Widow wouldn't be your cup of tea... but hey... What about Scarlet Witch?"

You turned the phone towards him again and he hummed approvingly at the picture you showed him.

"Hmmm.... Yeah... okay... thats... okay."

You glanced at him happily over your phone and watched him nod once.

You squeeled a high pitched note in happiness and victory and bounced into his arms. "YESSSS!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! Yaaaaay Dew! Its gonna be great!!!"

Dewey looked at your stoked happy bouncy form and his eyes softened when he spoke: "Yeah... allright champ... But the witch isn't nearly as gorgeous as you are."

You bounced into his arms and pecked his lips happily.

You told him: "Im gonna call the cinema for spots..." you turned away, phone in hand ready to call for seats this evening when Deweys hand around your waist stopped you.

You whipped your head around in confusion, frown on your face as you looked to Dewey again.

He kissed you again and whispered between kisses:

"Tonight....

okay....

i...

will...

take...

care...

of....

it...."

You hummed happily in the kiss and combed your fingers through his hair, he moaned in pure bliss. His hair always had been his weak spot. And you loved touching it. So. Match made in heaven.

Dewey deepened the kiss with a small growl when you scratched the hair on the back if his neck. But when his hands slid lower onto your back you pulled away.

You chuckled when you saw Dewey trace after your soft lips as you removed your mouth from his.

Always so needy for more.

"Hey HoneyDew.... Better get your rocking ass take care of those seats okay?"

Dewey was slightly frustrated and grunted through a tight jaw: "Anything for you my angel..." his lips kissed yours one more time before he swiftly turned on his heels.

Phone in hand he walked away, yelling over his shoulder: "On it!"

.......

Dewey wouldnt tell you where the two of you were heading tonight, and you weren't having any of it tonight. He promised you he would take care of it.

After a 10 minute drive he passed your usual cinema. Passed it...

You had been driving for about 50 minutes now, and Dewey was on the wheel, with a stupid satisfied smirk on his face the whole drive. He wouldn't tell you where you were going. Or what you two would do when you got there.

You just wanted Marvel movie-night damn it.

Through your ranting thoughts you didnt notice Dewey was parking the car.

You were just about to give your boyfriend a lecture and ask him where he was taking you for the 100th time this drive, when he stopped the car and looked you in the eye. He smirked and bounced his leg in excitement when he exclaimed: "WE'RE HERE BABY!"

You were gonna ask him: where the fuck that was....

When you heared the familiar tune of a marvel movie behind the car.

whatthehell?

Dewey cheered, jumped out of the car and rushed towards your door to open it.

You hadn't even time to ask him where you were, because in a heartbeat he had pulled you out of the car enthausiastically. He tugged you towards the back of his van, and threw open the door.

Cozy pillows and 3 blankets where spread across the back of his van. Dewey even hang up actual fairylights.

When you tore your amazed gaze away from the back of the van, Dewey was standing in front of you with some cozy home-socks in one hand, and some popcorn in the other.

A happy but insecure smile tugged his lips upwards and he stepped aside to show you where the Marvel Theme was coming from.

Behind your happy DewDrop there was a giant screen, where Civil-war just started to play.

It...was a drive in cinema.

Of course! What a fool you were.

You squeeled happily and just in time saw the glint of relief in Deweys eyes when you hugged him as tightly as possible. Dewey chuckled and couldn't actually hug you back, cause socks and popcorn.

He watched you get cozy inside the van and handed you your popcorn and fuzzy socks.

A smile crept up his face as he took in how adorable and utterly happy you looked.

*gosh... how much he loved you*

Dewey crawled into the fluffy pillows beside you and tugged you closer to him. Craving you. Your happy vibe. Your absolute beauty. And your cuddles. It was never close enough for him.

Deweys eyes lit up when he watched your entranced face, your eyes glued on the screen before you. He kissed your cheek lovingly, but let you be after that. You were *so* keen to watch the movie, he didn't want to disturb you.

Dewey couldn't care less where he was with you. He didnt even watched the movie. His eyes were as glued on you, as yours were on the Marvel movie before you.

He would go anywhere... do anything... anytime...

As long as you would be there with him... it was allright with Dewey.

.....

When the movie was halfway, the lights went on for a little while.

Break-time.

Your stoked face turned to Dewey and he beamed a happy smile your way.

Deweys hand started to scratch the back of his neck and he started to mutter somewhat insecure: "Listen sweetheart... iknow... i-it... i-is... isnt quite an a-actual cinema... bu-but... erhm... you... i..."

You shut him up in the kindest way possible. You pressed a gentle, loving kiss on his soft lips, and his muttering faded away.

You breathed against his lips between kisses:

"Thankyou Dewey.... its perfect. I love it... but I love you even more..."

Your hands found his hair again and started to scratch his scalp as you deepened the kiss. You smirked in the kiss as you heared Dewey produce the slightest, quietest moan. Almost like he was embarresed by the sound he produced in public.

Deweys hands roamed under your sweater and brushed lovingly circles on your sides.

This time it was Dewey who broke the kiss. And you pouted instantly when his lips left yours. You scooted closer to his body to compensate the loss.

Dewey brushed his calloused fingers against your cheekbone and he muttered with his nose against yours: "Happy to see you this happy. Are you cozy enough for round two after this one?"

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you said confused: "Wha.... what? Dew... round two?"

Dewey chuckled and kissed your nose before humming: "Yeah love... half of Infinty War to go. And Endgame later...?"

Your eyes turned wide in amazement and you squeeled loudly in excitement again.

"No way!! Both???" You yelled happily to Dewey and he nodded. His eyes beaming as he took in your glee.

Dewey continued after: "...Wanna do a marvel-marathon at home after?" He scratched the back of his neck again and flipped his hand through his own locks. A trait that showed you he was nervous about something. Dewey spoke again: "...they... erhm... are... actually... Marvel is... kind of good? I enjoy... it? I would like to see the rest too if you're into that?"

Your hands found Dewey's scruffy cheeks and you held them firmly when you kissed the boy senseless.

Dewey's grin turned into a smile, his smile into chuckle, his chuckles turned into a full on hollering laughter. As you continued to kiss every inch of his beautifull face.

You smirked towards your rockstar: "I... Dewey Finn... would love nothing more..."

Dewey looked absolutely beautifull, laying on his side against you in the back of the van. A single bit of pocorn was stuck in his messy brown locks. He held his scruffy cheek with one hand, and the other was on your waist. Holding you as close as possible. Deweys brown eyes seemed to glow into the fairylights... admiration and love for you was seen in them.

You slowly moved towards him and let his upper lip slip between your lower lip, kissing him softly.

When you pulled back you both muttered in sync: "Iloveyou."

Best date night ever.

You loved Marvel.

But you loved your marvelous rockstar even more.

@ironmansuucks @paxenera @heknowshisherbs @hoodoo12 @large-unit @little-miss-shy-goth @thats-specific @vicunaburger @go-commander-kim @stranger-strings @gegehaddock @bugdrinkss

#soft dewey finn #dewey finn imagine #dewey x reader #dewey finn #school of rock the musical #school of rock fanfiction #school of rock #school of rock broadway #school of rock musical #alex brightman #bouncy oddball #fluffy dewey finn #dewey finn fanfic #dewey finn fanfiction

[theclownandtheflame]

hi bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! Part 2 of my first Gaius x MC fic is heeeereeee

You guys know the drill: don't like Gaius?? Don't read. You think this ship is cursed? Jokes on you, we don't care what you think! And also, don't read.

Here we gooooooo

Victim, Victim, Monster.

A Gaius Augustine x MC fanfic

written by : @theclownandtheflame

DISCLAIMER: slight mentions of PTSD

Characters used &/or mentioned belong to Pixelberry!!! All rights to them even if they take ours on a daily basis

My mother language is Portuguese so please excuse my grammar should it be necessary!

MC's name here is Athena :P

You can read part 1 by clicking riiight here!

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The first rays of sunshine peered into her chamber through a thin gap under the door.

It was unlikely to hope vampires were ever so prone to all-nighters, specially after crowded events. Yet, there she was, hoping to stay up no matter how weary the island made her feel. The ferals, the tree, the truth spilled by grandpa himself.

The late visit of Gaius Augustine and how it still made her body shiver.

Kicking the blankets aside, Athena sat upright and spared herself one minute to recollect her thoughts. Being related to the enemy and sharing a blood connection was enough to make her heart ache. Then, on the other side, Gaius brought something new to the table of unwelcome contents. She felt broken, dirty, undone. Incapable of facing her friends after last night's events.

Because the enemy is uncharted territory. It should remain that way at all costs.

"Yo!" The door flew open, Lily's cursed timing dragging her out of eerie reveries. "Breakfast's ready. If you can call that a breakfast. There's alcohol, though!"

Forcing herself to deliver a smile, Athena stood to her feet and stretched her arms towards the ceiling.

"Yeah, weirdly enough we never seem to run out of booze."

"Damn right!" The cheerful vampire didn't seem to pick up anything suspicious. Good. Gesturing towards the common room, Lily hurried off and clapped her hands as Athena followed close behind.

"She's alive, champs! A little oozy, though. Must be seasick."

Greeted by the three other vampires, the Bloodkeeper ran a hand through her hair and leaned into the table.

"So," Jax sighed, divided between talking to the squad and polishing the sword on his lap. "We got one sack of blood to make through this trip. Meaning we'll starve a little, but nothing compared to the shit we went through."

Rolling her eyes to his lack of enthusiasm, Kamilah laid back on her seat. Her fingertips drummed on the table's surfice, whereas Adrian's forearms rested upon it.

"Jeez. Tension's thicc." Lily whistled, plopping down between the two older vampires. "We'll each take a sip and pretend we're on a diet. Gotta be on shape to face Rheya, amirite?"

Suddenly inspired, Jax grabbed the sword by the hilt and aimed the blade towards the center of the table.

"And if we give none to the freak, we're saving even more!"

"Stonks!" Lily grinned, and although their sarcasm didn't please her one bit, Kamilah's lips twitched into a smile. Adrian remained impassible, but his eyes searched for Athena's, reading through her distant expression.

"Anything in mind?" He lisped, reaching out to grasp her hand and gently tug her to the empty seat by his side.

"Where's Gaius?" She blurted out, unmoving, much to Adrian's surprise.

"He's brooding."

Kamilah clenched her jaw. The mere mention of that cursed name never ceased to displease her. Jax was the one to point towards a far corner in the room, the tip of his blade glistening under the sunlight.

The man in question had his back turned towards the bunch. He sat down on the floor, his head slightly crooked to one side, hands on his knees. One could tell he was probably meditating to deflect hunger strikes.

They all kind of were. In their own way.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Athena picked the bag of blood and considered its content for awhile. They had a little more than a half. Enough for the rest of the day, but not for the days to come.

Squaring up her shoulders, she took the first step towards Gaius only to be stopped by a murmur.

"You're not doing what we think you're doing, are you?" Kamilah squinted, her voice meticulously projected with a warning tone.

Lily was the second to protest, picking at her purple dreadlocks to – poorly – hide her nervousness. "Athena, please tell me you're just going to take your sip near him so he can thirst over temptation..."

Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes and clutched the bag a little tighter.

"I'll give him a sip."

Jax' fist slammed into the table. A little more force and it'd bend.

"Absolutely not!"

"We need him swell to fight Rheya. He's the strongest of us all. It's only wise!"

"Nothing about this is wise! We have the weapon, we know how to kill her, we don't need him anymore!" Jax sought out to Adrian's support, but the latter didn't even flinch. He studied her with caution, his shoulders slumping helplessly.

Averting her gaze not to meet their eyes, Athena swallowed hard. Hiding the truth was getting more and more difficult, but she was keen on keeping it sealed until the final fight.

"The more help we get, the better. Trust me, I know. I... know too much, to be honest."

With her head lowered, she resumed her pacing and came to a halt once reaching him from behind. She needn't explain her reasons, or allert him of her arrival, just as much as he needn't open his eyes to welcome her into his personal space.

"You came."

She sucked in a sigh.

"That's what she said."

Twitching his face into a grimace, Gaius tensed up when she crouched by his side. The hands on his knees clenched into fists as he struggled to refrain from showing hints of affection.

He knew if they made it clear something else was going on, things would be a lot more complicated than just warming up for war. And she thanked him for his discretion. Even if she herself couldn't share of it.

"I brought you breakfast. It's not much, but it's honest work." She smiled, genuinely this time, no matter how much it hurt to push back the thoughts that swarmed her head.

His lips seemed to curl into a smile for an instant, until crumpling back into a frown.

"Save it. You will need it more than me."

Rolling her eyes, she shoved the bag on his chest.

"We all thirst the same. I'm not asking you to chug, just take a sip."

The hand which held the sack pressed a tad further, and her fingertips gently brushed the exposed skin of his neck. Shuddering under her touch, Gaius recoiled. He snatched the bag from her hand and hissed, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Last night. Forget it." He opened his eyes at last, only to meet her weary ones. "It was a blunt mistake that I don't wish to dwell on."

Taken aback by the sharpness of his words, Athena glared at him even as he returned the bag and resumed his posture.

"Is that so?" She mumbled, leaning in to let her voice resonate into his ear. "Then I think I can keep the door locked this time."

He growled, building up a retort she didn't stay to hear. Taking a sip of the bag herself, Athena stood to full height and once again rejoined the restless group.

"You guys are right." She hummed, her voice loud and clear. "He's not worth the time."

Getting a nod from each in response, she carefully shot one last glance towards the second son... and witnessed a flinch he masked with a sigh.

[...]

Time went by like the weavering concept it is, lacking roots and the patience they needed to better prepare. Jax spent the afternoon training alongside Lily, having Athena join them once in a while. Adrian and Kamilah immersed themselves into war strategies, their foreheads crinkling at the pace they fumbled with plans.

By the time the sun set, she had already mingled with the team and found enough distractions to flee from the day prior. The Bloodkeeper slipped away from the common room to hide in her chambers, yearning for some time alone. It was hard to face everyone knowing what she knew. Being who she was.

Everyone... but him.

He was the only one who could possibly understand.

Scrunching up her nose at the thought of him, Athena locked the door and tossed the key aside. She stared at it for a second longer, until the faintest noise made her twirl on her heels and adopt a fighting stance.

"There you are." He cooed. His body laid peaceful on her bed, legs crossed and arms wide open, practically an invitation she felt compelled to oblige. But she didn't. Not one bit.

"You told me to forget about last night." The woman hissed, clenching her hands into fists this time around.

Catching sight of it, he smirked.

"Living off past memories can't be healthy, my dear. We both know that." His hand gently patted the spot by his side, his gaze never moving away from hers. "We're bound to make some new ones."

Swallowing hard, she eventually made a beeline towards the bed and yelped when he reached out to pull her by the wrist.

"What the f—"

He didn't give her the time to properly fall on the mattress. He pulled her in, their bodies pressing together, and slithered a hand up her arm to delicately reach her chin.

Athena gasped at his subtlety, moreover at the thumb that brushed over her bottom lip before settling on her jaw.

"Something bothers you as much as it does me." Gaius lisped at first, his expression surprisingly soft despite the intensity of his actions prior. "Something that happened at the island." He looked her in the eye, struggling not to stare at her lips instead.

"What did Demetrius do to you?"

His concern was more than welcome; however, his curiosity was not. Unwilling to share the truth so soon, she closed her eyes to escape his glare and shuddered at the reminder of the things that were at stake.

Taken aback by her display of fragility, he eased the embrace and stroked her cheek with his knuckles. This made her curl up against him, her hands clutching the fabric of his vests. Sighing, he stroked her hair.

"Sacrifices, Athena." Distraught, Gaius laid his chin upon her head. "Whether it be your mind, your ideals or those you love... they're never viable."

She tilted her head to face him, her eyes red but no tears left for him to wipe. They stood silent for a long while, just gazing into each other's hues, until he brushed their noses together and finished his thought.

"They're simply... inevitable."

Her eyes fluttered closed. As did his. And without further ado, they latched at each others lips.

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Tags; @galaxy-of-rosess @thirteenis-myluckynumber @edgiestwinter @zeetao-hime

Thank you guys so much, I never thought this would drag any attention at all so I'm (happily) surprised!! ❤️

#bloodbound drabble #bloodbound fic #bloodbound choices #bloodbound book 3 #bloodbound #bb gaius #gaius x mc #gaius augustine #choices gaius #choices #playchoices #pixelberry #theclownandtheflame : victim victim monster

[thethoughtsfromthreeam]

California

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x OC

Warnings: Violence, Death

A/N:  

Also, there is a little nod for you Narcos fans, as well.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

Tag List:  @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @tarrevizslas , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito​ , @randomness501 [please message me to be added or subtracted]

[PART 1]  [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]  [PART 5] [PART 6]  [PART 7]  [PART 8]  [PART 9]

Part 10 

From the Sierras to the Blue Ridge

After going through all the stacks in the library and turning up nothing, Jack went back into the hallway.  He saw Ginger and Merlin in the tech room and stepped in.

“Anything?”  He asked. He was starting to get antsy being away from Shirley for so long, but he wanted to catch the bastard before he got to her.

“Give me a minute, we’re still scanning the halls.”  Ginger murmured as her face was practically against her screen, looking for something that would tell her where the bastard was.  “I didn’t see him leave the library after the call came over the radio, so he had to leave before.”

She suddenly stopped and Merlin looked at her with heavy concern. They both turned to Jack and yelled in unison, “Whiskey, the boardroom!”

His blood ran cold when he realized that Agent Port was already with Shirley.  He bit back a curse and ran out of the room, heading around the corner for the one place that needed to be safe for her in that moment.  Ginger and Merlin began radioing the rest of the agents before hightailing it out of the room themselves.  Jack stopped in front of the doorway, which was still open, and he could see the scene unfolding before him.

---***---

The laughter caught Agent Port off guard and Shirley drew herself up to her full height.  Her face no longer held fear and for the first time since this whole scheme began, Port believed it may not be a straight a job as he had thought.  But his rage began to build inside of him. He was robbed five years ago; he wasn’t going to be robbed again.  This bitch was his and he wanted her body cold in his hands.  He raised the hand with the knife still in it, but before he could plunge it downward, something snapped around his arm, pulling him back.

“Well now, I think that’s mighty rude of you there, Agent Port.  I don’t know what they call manners over in California, but here, we don’t slink around or start stabbing people.”  Jack’s voice came from behind him and with a twist of his hand, the whip around Port’s wrist yanked his arm back.  The sharp jolt of pain caused him to drop the knife and stumble onto his knees.  Jack continued to talk as he pulled the man towards him.

“I don’t appreciate you coming in here and starting something like this. But you did and now I’m gonna finish it.”  Jack’s tone turned harsh as he bent down towards the man kneeling before him. “Welcome to HQ, you prick.”

Port might be a serial killer, but he was also a Statesman and his training was just as good as Jack’s.  His untethered arm came up and cuffed Jack against his ear, forcing the agent to take a step back as his head snapped to the side and his hat flew off.  Port took the chance to jump to his feet and grabbed the end of the whip where it wrapped around his wrist.  But before he could yank it off, Jack stepped back and pulled it with him, forcing Port to fall again.  

A steel toed cowboy boot came out of nowhere and slammed against the side of Port’s head.  Blood splattered on to the hardwood floor and Port audibly groaned.  Both men heard Shirley gasp, but neither paid attention to her. They were too engrossed in their fight.

Port spit out the pooling blood in his mouth and was able to dodge Jack’s second kick.  He rolled back and jumped up, still tethered to the man.  He once again grabbed the whip and this time got a chance to yank on it.

“I don’t know what you fucking hillbillies out here call manners, but that’s not how we welcome a man in fucking California.”  Port’s anger made his voice rougher.  Jack smirked at the comment and at the same time as Port, he pulled on his end of the whip.  The two men were engaged in a tug of war and neither were willing to concede.  They scuffled around the room, occasionally hurling insults at each other, sometimes making physical contact.

Shirley still stood in her place by the wall, waiting for a moment to jump in and opposite of her, the door was crowded with agents.  Champ stood dead center and refused to let anyone inside.  Not only was it putting Shirley into danger, he knew Whiskey had to have this moment of revenge.  He couldn’t save his wife twenty years ago, but he sure as hell was going to save Shirley.

“Goddamn, will you just fucking die already?”  Jack grunted as he pulled Port into a choke hold.  He tightened his grip and pulled the agent backwards to throw him off center.  The man reached up and grabbed Jack’s arm and tried to pull it off.  When that didn’t work, Port lurched forward to throw Jack off him.  It worked for the most part, but Jack’s fall took Port with him.

As the two men landed together in a heap, something slid out towards Shirley. She looked down and saw it was Port’s gun.  Keeping an eye on them, she reached down and grabbed it.  It felt heavy in her hands, almost foreign.  She hadn’t held a gun since Tequila trained her before California, but she refused to drop it.  Instead, she shoved the gun into the back of her skirt’s waistband before turning back to the men, who were standing up. Now she waited.

Jack was dazed from his hard landing and with the whip now gone, he was going to have to fist fight Port.  He got into stance but wavered a bit.  Port immediately knew what happened and lunged at Jack’s middle.  The ‘oof’ that came from his mouth was soft, but everyone could hear it.  The agents at the door began to get antsy, wanting to step in, but Champ held his ground. His keen eye saw everything, and he wasn’t about to get in the way.

Jack sprawled out on the floor and before he could recover, Port was immediately on him, hands around his neck.  Jack continued to struggle against him, but Port was back to his full strength and slowly, it was becoming more difficult to breath.  Suddenly, Port yanked Jack up by the throat and slammed him back down.  He did it two more times and seemly the fight left Jack.

Out of the blue, a plant pot hit the back of Port’s head, pain radiating in his skull.  He saw the pot roll away, spilling its contents on the floor.  He immediately let go of Jack’s neck and grabbed his head with both hands.

“What the fuck?” he screamed as he turned around.  Shirley stood there looking at him.

“Get off of him.”  Her voice was low.  He laughed.

“Aww, the kitten has come to protect her man.”

“I said, get off him, you fucking prick.”  Her voice was louder now, but still firm and steady.  He obliged and stood, turning towards her.  Fine, he’d come back to Whiskey and he hoped to sweeten the pain by dangling his dead girlfriend in front of the downed agent. Port didn’t seem to realize there was a throng of agents outside the door waiting to tear him apart.

Shirley lifted her right foot and slid it behind her, angling her body away from him.  Her back straighten out as she reached behind her.  From the door Tequila watched her and realized what was going to happen. He silently prayed she could do it.

“Where do you think you could possibly go, Sirah?”  Port misread her stance and assumed she was going to run.  She counted on that and when she whipped the pistol out from behind her and held it up, he was genuinely surprised.  Habit forced him to reach for his gun before realizing it must have come out of the holster during the fight and she grabbed it. No matter.

“What are you going to do with that?  You can’t shoot for shit.  Everyone knows it, it’s in your file even.”  He threw a sardonic look at her.  “I’d be careful with that, you’re liable to shoot your boyfriend.  And then where would you be?  Alone in the world?  Who the hell would want to date a girl who killed her lover?”

She lowered her head a bit and he thought he had gotten through to her when the gun went off.  He stopped, stunned at the sound and suddenly he felt very numb.  He looked down and the blood blooming on the front of his shirt shocked him.  She hit him square in the stomach.  When he looked back up, she lowered the gun and walked over to him.  Before he could react, she hooked her foot behind his leg, and he collapsed to his knees in front of her.  She walked behind him and shoved him to the ground, bringing his arm behind him.

Sitting on his back, the pool of blood grew bigger underneath him, growing rapidly as she let her weight bear down on him.  She held onto his arm and leaned down so he could hear her.

“Welcome to HQ, game over.”

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #pedro pascal #fanfic #kingsman: the golden circle #agent whiskey x oc #agent whiskey x reader #pedro pascal x reader

[septic-skele]

UT - Heartburn

Summary: Sans helps a nervous Grillby get ready for a date with Muffet.

A/N:  Side headcanon that's vaguely implied here but not mentioned outright: Grillby has expressive aphasia, which means he has trouble finding the words to communicate his thoughts to others. He can understand what others say just fine, but he doesn't speak fluently himself. We all know he's a monster of few words.

“… …Unsure,” Grillby admitted, smoke bleeding from him in nervous tension. How could he be certain of anything right now? In the booth waiting for him, Muffet looked lovely. Her glossy hair had been curled, her lacy dress fluffed and already she was smiling, her fangs a pearly white.

That smile, sweet and sugary as sin, could melt any potential customer in its path—particularly Grillby, he’d discovered. The first time they had done business, he had been rather hard-pressed to avoid staring at her lips too long as she purred and preened, talking her establishment up like she had built the Underground. At least, that was what he supposed. He was too embarrassed to admit that he’d missed half of what she was saying.

Razor-sharp as her fangs were, her lips looked so soft and full around them. How exquisite would they be to kiss, stained gently with ash?

Grillby was a gentleman and he didn’t objectify anyone by nature. Look a fellow monster in the eye when they speak! She had multiple gazes to choose from yet somehow that wasn’t any better. Her eyes were just as entrancing, keen and dark as coal; the reflections dancing in them made Grillby’s knees feel watery.

He expected her to be irritated or even angry when she realized that he hadn’t been following her business proposition but when he faltered, she giggled slyly, leaning her chin into one hand. “Something else hot on your mind to chat about, dearie? Ahuhu, your distraction’s no wonder to me!”

Of course she had noticed how spark-struck he was; if his loss for words hadn’t done it, the blue flaming in his face had betrayed all.

“Hey. Hey! Cool it, buddy, or you’ll smoke me out,” Sans coughed, waving a hand through the haze filling the backroom. Grillby startled, having almost forgotten he was there. The skeleton was perched precariously on a stool in front of him, tweaking the small details of his outfit. It wasn’t a skill Grillby could have ever imagined in him, but apparently Sans had spent years helping an eager Papyrus dress for dates who never showed.

Would that be foreshadowing for this date’s fateful end?

“… …Second thoughts,” Grillby muttered breathlessly, fingers slightly singeing the hem of his fine vest as he tugged on it.

“Well, you’re a little late to that. Making the trip from Hotland to Snowdin with no shortcuts? Killer. You can’t let her swim through all that snow and then give her the cold shoulder,” Sans pointed out, twisting Grillby’s bowtie to coax it straight. “Chances like these are few and fire between.”

He should have taken Muffet up on her offer of tea at her parlor! How inconsiderate was it that he had expected her to make such a trip? Spiders were ill-suited for the cold.

Hardly any trouble, if you intend to keep her warm, a Muffet-like voice in the back of his mind singsonged mischievously.

If the travel was too much to bother with, she wouldn’t have come.

“What if… …?”

Sans paused on the button he was fastening, waiting for Grillby to finish, but the filter between his thoughts and his words was always too thick and there were too many anxieties sparking to pin any one down. After a fruitless silence he heaved a rough sigh and batted out a hand, frustrated with his disconnect.

“Muffet. … …Wasted trip?” What if we put in all of this effort and I turn out to be a disappointment?

“Heh. If it goes bad, you’ve got a full bar to drown your sorrows.” Finishing the buttons, Sans stretched up to briefly clap Grillby’s slumping shoulders. “Listen, G. Life’s way too short to let things like this slip through your fingers. Family, friend, flame, whatever. You tell yourself you’ll do better, let ’em know that you love ’em tomorrow, and then when you wake up tomorrow they’re gone. And maybe you’ll wake up the day after that with another chance. Or maybe not. You just can’t know. Nothing’s for certain, not ever.”

Grillby tensed, taken aback by the strange heaviness of Sans’ hands and the intensity in his eyelights. He spoke as if he had better knowledge of this than most.

(Who had he lost—and how many times—to say such things? Grillby wasn’t nosy. He didn’t intend to ask, certainly not to Sans’ face, but it was moments like these that made him realize just how little he knew of his friend’s life outside the bar.)

As soon as he noted Grillby’s apprehension, Sans chuckled. Brushing nonexistent lint from the bartender’s lapels, he closed off and slouched back like he always had. “So yeah. Why not shoot your shot? It’s a good thing you’re goin’ for and in an uncertain life, y’need some good things. All’s fire in love and war.”

That pun was obviously meant to relieve some pressure, so Grillby indulged him with a fondly exasperated look.

“… …Thanks.”

“’Course!”

If Muffet could gladly make a trip to Snowdin and Sans was willing to pitch in and clean him up, surely Grillby could find the courage in himself to give it his best effort. He would consider it a victory if Muffet gave him that adorable laugh again, even just once.

“Welp, looks like you’re all set to fire it up,” Sans concluded, tugging on the tie one last time. “You ready?”

“… …Yes.” He couldn’t look half as appealing as his date, but he was passable. Licking the flames of his head back into a neater formation, he stepped back.  “… …Thanks,” he repeated, more earnestly.

“Hey, it’s the least I could do! If a second date rolls around, hit me up. I’ll give you the whole ‘Life’s too short’ spiel again, boost your spirits…Oh, and Pap’s got a few more snazzy vests if you want me to drop ’em off at some point. See if they fit.”

Now that sounded like far more effort than Sans would usually resort to, much less offer in the first place. “… …Why help?”

“Aw, do you really need to ask? I’m rootin’ for you, pal! You deserve to be happy. How many favors have you done me over the years? At least five. Think of it as my way of payin’ off a debt!”

Other than actually paying it? Grillby mused with a crackle of skepticism, tilting his head at what was clearly a well-rehearsed line. Beaming, Sans pocketed his hands in a cheerful shrug.

“Okay, so maybe a few of your valued customers are hoping we’ll get a discount on Muffet’s pastries.” Hopping off the stool, he hauled the backroom door further open with a flourish. “Do us proud, champ. Win her over!”

#undertale #fanfiction #grillby #muffet #sans #sans undertale #grillby x muffet #muffby #grillfet #crush at first sight #wingman sans #sans is a good friend

[starcourtsteves]

The Aftermath

Request: After the Battle of Starcourt, Steve and the Henderson siblings go back to the Henderson house for a sleepover so Steve and the reader are catching up/finally relaxing in bed (she was with the Kids and Steve in the Russian base). Dustin eventually crashes in his sister’s room for mutual comfort.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Warnings: sweet Steve, a bit of scared Dustin, morning laughs

Officer Callahan rubbed his ear periodically, a remnant of Joyce Byers’ painful grip as she told him to take those kids home.

Those kids were now piled in his squad car — Steve in the passenger seat and you and Dustin in the back. The clamor of ambulance sirens and flashing lights in the Starcourt parking lot gave way to the occasional street lamp and sixties crooners on the radio. Every time a pothole made the car lurch reminded you of that godforsaken Russian elevator plummeting deep below the mall, but Steve’s gaze in the side mirror brought you back to ground level.

Dustin was nestled under your arm but determined to stay awake to give Callahan street-by-street directions.

“It’s on the right. Yeah, right here, don’t blow past it.”

“I got it, champ.”

The car hadn’t rolled to a full stop before the three of you were up and out, desperate for a sense of normalcy from the Henderson home. Steve’s hand found yours like clockwork and Dustin let you ruffle his hair as he fell in step toward the back porch light, that single bulb left on in case either of you ever came home late. Which was all the time.

Callahan cleared his throat loudly. “Harrington, you need a ride home?”

He was met with three judgemental stares. Steve held up his hand clasped with yours for emphasis, because apparently Callahan was the only person in Hawkins who hadn’t seen Steve constantly at your side.

“Alright, well don’t forget to tell Mrs. Henderson that you’re home safe. And she can call the police station in the morning if she has any questions.”

“We got it, champ,” Dustin quipped.

Steve muttered in disbelief, “Pretty sure it was us who fought the Russians. We don’t need babying.” His bruising eye twitched at the memory.

You and Dustin shared a look as the squad car pulled away.

“We’re not telling Mom anything till morning.”

“Obviously.”

Stillness and quiet enveloped you as soon as the door was shut. Chaotic Russians and flayed monsters were worlds away from carpeted floors and La-Z-Boys and it was tempting to lay down then and there.

Dustin snapped out of the trance first and headed for the bathroom.“Alright, I gotta get this grossness off of me.”

Steve didn’t even have to speak before you leaned into his waiting arms. You shifted after a moment, wrapping your arms tighter around him and breathing deeply into the hug. The two of you hadn’t had a second alone since the whole ordeal began, though Steve tried to make up for it by asking if you were okay dozens of times.

And he was still in that habit, apparently.

“You alright?

“Better now.”

Steve pulled back with a tired grin that grew wider when he saw a smear of blood on your cheek. “Whoops, let’s get that off of you.”

He brushed it away and you almost relaxed into the touch until you saw the blood again.

“Shit, we gotta get you cleaned up.”

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad anymore —“

“Shut up, Harrington.”

“Uh, okay, that hurt more than this does, Henderson.”

You swiveled back around, knowing you’d find that smirk on his face. Steve being playful was as constant as the rising sun and after a few days of having other things on your minds, you needed this. Needed to keep the mood normal and light.

You took him by the arm, giving a gentle squeeze that he couldn’t resist. “Steve, will you let me clean your face up?”

“I guess it’s not a bad idea.”

It took awhile because Steve’s wincing had you pausing with pity, but the white kitchen rag was soon dyed pink. You dampened a fresh one and held it out to him.

“I’ll let you take it from here, sailor. I don’t wanna press too hard.”

He fiddled with the knot on his uniform, a reminder that he was still wearing that ridiculous outfit, but the grin never left his face. Hopping down off the counter, he took the rag and used his other hand to tug you close.

“Hey, thanks.” The kiss was short and sweet but your nose still bumped a cut on his cheek. “Ow…”

“Yeah, there might not be much of that for awhile.”

“Ha, wrong. I’m not gonna let some stupid Russians stop me from kissing my girlfriend.”

Your head tilted endearingly as he stole another, more gentle kiss. A simple nod down the hallway led both of you to tiptoe toward your room and Steve closed the door with cartoonish caution. Your bed was barely made but you didn’t bother to move the covers before collapsing on it upside down, crossing your shoes over your pillows.

Steve followed suit, thumb automatically brushing over yours when he intertwined your fingers. A deep breath rocked his chest.

“I haven’t laid down in awhile without being tied to a chair.”

“They definitely weren’t the most accommodating hosts.”

A beat of silence. Another few breaths. You squeezed Steve’s hand with your eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“I was worried the whole time, you know. Didn’t show it around Dustin and Erica but then that stupid general guy took you away and...” You stopped before you could get too choked up. Shifting to your side, you gingerly touched a gash on Steve’s forehead. “God, they really did a number on you.”

He gave a wry smile. “Not the first bad guys to use a mouthy idiot as a punching bag.”

Your fingers idly brushed through his hair. “I just wish they wouldn’t use my mouthy idiot.”

“Better me than you or Robin.”

“Believe me, that isn’t how we felt.”

You winced at the memory of hearing his pained groans echoing down that metallic hall and leaned away again. Too far for Steve’s comfort.

“So I was wondering, is it sexist that they didn’t hit girls?”

Laughter peeled from both of you, just like he wanted. He knew you’d been scared just as bad as he was, but seeing you still upset made his chest ache. So he rolled toward you and basked in the smile that his silly question brought to your lips.

“Robin and I were debating that, actually,” you replied. “We haven’t decided yet.”

Quieting down after a few more giggles escaped, you kissed an unbruised spot on his cheek and snuggled down against his shoulder. As if you were just two young lovebirds hanging out on a Friday night. As if you hadn’t just defeated an interdimensional evil.

“Hey, I’m glad we’re home.”

“Me, too.”

Just when exhaustion threatened to drag both of you to sleep, there was a quiet knocking on your door that felt as loud as a train whistle. Steve froze and a dozen explanations raced through your mind, none of them plausible enough for your mother at the moment.

But it was Dustin’s voice that came from the hallway. “Are you guys naked?”

“Dude, seriously?” you groaned.

“Hey, I gotta make sure my innocent little eyes don’t see anything disgusting.”

“We’re fully clothed, Dustin,” Steve whisper-yelled. “Jesus.”

Dustin opened the door a sliver to peek in. Steve gestured to his uniform and gave your sleeve a tug for good measure before a satisfied Dustin finally stepped into the room. The Star Wars pajama shirt swallowing his frame made you smile. Some things never change. Thank god.

“What’s up?” you chirped.

“I just...uh, I wanted to make sure you guys were okay. With all the shit that happened, you know.” He got quieter and looked at the floor. “I’m sure it was scary.”

Your heart nearly cracked in two and Steve nodded when you glanced at him. Pushing a middle schooler to admit he was scared never worked so you had to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

“C’mere, Dusty.”

Steve chimed in and patted the bed between you. “Yeah, your sister here could use some comforting.”

Dustin sniffled and gratefully clambered over you to that middle spot. His wet curls were plastered on your arm but you didn’t care, not when you had your two favorite boys safe and sound. You smiled softly at Steve, sending a silent thank you for letting Dustin crash.

He beamed right back and you fell asleep to that sweet view.

…

By the next morning, shoes and bloodstained rags were carelessly tossed on the floor and your neck was cramping in a number of spots. As you lifted your head to stretch it out, you had to stifle a laugh at the heartwarming sight next to you.

Steve was splayed on his back and Dustin was curled into Steve’s chest, both occasionally snoring.

Tired muscles implored you to stand and stretch, which also gave you a better vantage point on the two sleeping forms. A particularly loud snore made Dustin stir and as soon as he got his bearings, he cried out and nearly shoved Steve off the bed.

“Gross! Get off me.”

Poor Steve jolted awake, eyes wide with terror. “Dude, what?!”

“You two sleeping beauties were cuddled up together,” you offered. “I wish I’d had a camera to capture it.”

Steve socked Dustin in the shoulder and followed with an accusatory finger. “Hey man, you’re the one who crawled in right there.”

“Yeah, because you gestured to that spot!”

“Boys, don’t worry, I’m not gonna ruin anyone’s reputation by tattling.”

“I was...ugh, right there with Steve frickin’ Harrington.” Dustin’s head fell into his hands, then snapped up to glare daggers at the culprit. “Pick the right Henderson to get cozy with next time!”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

Steve followed through with his declaration by marching over to you for a hug and dramatic kiss and you played along, laughing into it when Dustin gagged.

Just when more threats were gonna go flying, Claudia Henderson’s voice rang out down the hallway.

“Dusty? Where are you, honey?”

“Oh shit.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine