#oc: my brother is so cute look he’s so excited to see me

[deadsetobsessions]

Pt. 3

Again, the timing is icky but pretty much everything about it is icky.

——

Bruce wondered when Talia al Ghul would stop upheaving his life.

He loves Damian, but one surprise child was a lot, considering the cult deprogramming they’d had to do.

A second, older, surprise child? That was a bit overkill.

At least this time, the conception was consensual.

Bruce cradled his head in his hands, still-gloved fingers gripping onto sweat-soaked hair. The glow of the bat computer shone on his lone figure, sat huddled before endless screens of investigations and the unraveling threads of Bruce’s sanity.

How was he to cope with the knowledge that a child- his child, like Dick and Damian and Tim and Jason and- suffered so at the man he thought he had beaten so soundly?

It was his fault, Bruce thought, that Ra’s al Ghul tortured his… Bruce’s… daughter so brutally. It was no doubt, a way to assuage his anger at Bruce’s denial of being his heir.

His mistakes always came back to haunt him, but it never laid its furious eyes and hands on his own person. No, when Bruce made mistakes, his loved ones paid for it.

He tried his best, pushed harder as Batman, in penance. But this… his unknown daughter, trapped in the shadows of the league where it is cold and cruel and brutally painful…

How could he repent for the sin of letting his daughter suffer and chained at the hands of Ra’s al Ghul? How could he show her that the shadows could be kind? That he would rather break his own spine and get lost in the time stream again before he could even fathom hurting her? He found himself stuck in the same loop of thoughts that plagued him when Damian first came into his orbit.

The screens turned black, and Oracle’s call sign flashed onto the dark pixels.

“Oracle. I hadn’t finished looking at the cases.”

“Go to sleep, Bruce.”

“No, there is still work to be-” his voice, dipping into the growl, died a quick death when Barbara cut him off.

“Your daughter is coming tomorrow. So, unless you want to look like a disheveled grease racoon when you meet her, go shower and get some actual sleep.”

Bruce paused, feeling oddly offended. His eye bags weren’t that bad.

Bruce caught sight of his reflection in one of the blacked out monitors.

…Nevermind.

He sighed. “…Thank you, Barbara.”

“Anytime, Bruce. I’m always here to kick your ass into gear.”

Bruce huffed, but obligingly got up to change and shower. Alfred silently appeared at the elevators, polished shoes tapping against the stone floor as he raised an imperious eyebrow at Bruce.

“I see Miss Barbara has managed to persuade you to retire at an hour common to regular man, Master Bruce.”

“Ah, yes, she… did.” Bruce felt the urge to apologize, because if Alfred’s up because of him, it’ll wear down harsher on the older man’s health. If there was one thing he took seriously, it would be the health of his loved ones. “Sorry, Alfred. I’ll head up to bed soon.”

“See to it that you do, Master Bruce. I will warm dinner that you had missed by many hours and bring it to your room.”

Bruce lingered as the butler turned around and began making his way back to the main house.

Alfred paused and turned around once more. “If I may offer you some advice?”

“Please. Always.”

Alfred sniffed delicately, most definitely thinking of the times Bruce decided not to take his very well reasoned and seasoned advice. “You have done well with Young Master Damian.”

“Most of that was Dick,” Bruce interrupted, man enough to admit that he wasn’t a present or a particularly good father figure before his jaunt through time and space. Alfred shot him a chiding look, reprimanding him for interrupting. Bruce rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Perhaps, but you have put in effort towards all of your children in a way that I have yet to see since Master Jason had… gone.”

“I’ll never make that period of time up to Tim.” Bruce whispered. Another thing he was guilty of. Tim still avoided some spaces in the manor, even when Bruce had-

“That is because you sit here, wallowing in your guilt,” Alfred returned. He added a belated “Master Bruce,” and it sounded like ‘you utter buffoon.’

“But…”

“You must take the first step, Master Bruce.”

“What if she hates me? What if I’m not ready- what if I can’t help her?”

“You will try. She deserves that, at the very least. You must try. Even if you are not ready for the day, Master Bruce, it can not always be night.”

“… You’re right.” Bruce straightened his shoulders. Time doesn’t wait. He, of all people, knew that.

“You will find that I am hardly ever wrong.” Alfred primly rested his hands atop each other.

“Thank you, Alfred.”

“Of course. It was also meant literally, Master Bruce, for the sun shall try its best to peek out of Gotham’s smog in approximately three hours and fourteen minutes.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Bruce grouched.

——

Her mother gave her a slow, cautious hug, akin to approaching a wild animal.

She huffed, and pulled her mother into a crushing hug. She allowed herself, for the first time in a long time, to linger and cling onto her mother’s shirt. Another tendency that Ra’s had thought he’d beaten out of her.

“Be careful,” the reincarnation whispered.

“You as well, my beloved daughter.”

‘You do not have to remind me that I am beloved, mother. I know.’

Talia al Ghul tucked a strand of the reincarnation’s curled hair behind her ear. “No, I do not believe that you do. But that is… my own fault. I will tell you and remind you that you are beloved to me as long as I can. I have two decades of it to make up to you, habibti.”

The flight attendant- a League operative- returned from placing her bags onto the private plane.

——

A sleek car made its way up Wayne Manor’s winding driveway. She’d declined the offer to pick her up from the airport. She had wanted a vehicle of her own, and some time before she met every one else. No doubt, knowing what she knew of her brother and Bruce Wayne, not to mention the little photographer, they were most likely tracing her path to Wayne manor obsessively.

She tapped her nails on the wheel as she drove towards her brother. Brothers. And… Bruce Wayne. On one hand, she’s kept them safe. On the other, she’d sacrificed years of getting to know them. It was odd, to feel this intensely awkward and nervous after years of intense hatred or apathy sprinkled by the the occasional love and fondness for Damian and her mother.

“Hmmm.” She hummed, slight smile spreading a bit more as the sound came out without pain. Two weeks, and the novelty of freedom had not worn off. She thinks that it would never wear off. She cherished it.

The gate had opened without needing a code, so they most definitely knew she was here. It’s a good thing she had prepared gifts in advance. Dodging Gothamites as they drove and jaywalked had been a rather unforeseen ordeal that she was not looking forward to repeating.

She rolled to a smooth stop at the front doors, giving the intricately carved oak doors a passing glance. She huffed a laugh as she saw Damian, flanked by Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth, staring proudly outside at the front door. They’re anticipatory of her arrival. Warmth spread through her heart, and for the first time in a long while, it wasn’t the heat of rage.

She opened the doors with a quiet click and hiss, stepping out onto the heated paved driveway, and closed the door. At the steps, the two older men had frozen but Damian had come walking quickly towards her.

“Damian,” she whispered as he came near her, suffusing as much fondness as she could into his name. Her little brother all but sprinted towards her, screeching to a stop in front of her with excited eyes.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, ukhti.” He said formally. Her eyes softened and she pulled him into a hug.

(yā waṭawāṭī alṣṣḡīr is the phonetic spelling.) ("وطواطي الصغير" is the actual spelling. I think.)

“I have missed you, ya wat-wat alssgirr,” she whispered. The familiar endearment, “my little bat,” rung warmly like a warm crease ruffling his hair. The silks of her clothes and the ever present warm sand and candle scent wrapped around him like a hug… like the hug she was currently giving him.

(Her clothes were in blues and silvers. It suited her, she who had been forced in green and golds and cuts of black.)

“I still can not believe you all but told me who father was and I still could not figure it out until mother told me.”

She pulled back. ‘Damian, you were five.’

“I have little doubt you were smarter at my age, ukhti, so do not lie to me.” Damian grumbled. Nevertheless, he stepped back.

‘No, you were smarter.’

And to her, he was. It’s not like Damian had the edge she did, and he wasn’t the one trapped for twenty something years. She had foolishly thought that Ra’s wouldn’t dare to harm her too much, seeing as she was his blood, but Damian knew from day 1. She made sure he did. If she was half as smart as Damian, she would have bent her knee and obeyed, no matter how she felt about killing. She would have taken warning Ra’s issued and soaked in the poisonous praise to bide her time to escape. She could not- she did not- do what Damian found effortless, and paid the price for it.

“Unlikely,” Damian said, turning around fully, but she could see the tips of her brother’s ears burning. Ah, perhaps she had been to stingy with compliments if he was shy hearing a mild one, sincere as it might have been. “This is Alfred Pennyworth. He is the butler, and an integral part of the family.”

Damian glanced at her, taking in her suddenly impassive face, and nods. Good. His attitude towards Pennyworth when he first arrived was… mildly shameful. His ukhti was smart enough to know that and therefore he won the argument.

On her part, the reincarnation followed along like she hadn’t mildly stalked this family for decades. It was nice to see excitement rearing on her brother’s face. It was rare in the league and Gotham’s gloom had ironically cheered him up far more than the suns of desserts ever did. She nodded at Alfred Pennyworth, who had admirably recovered from his earlier shock.

“And this is… Bruce Wayne. Our father.”

She tucked a strand of curled hair back, impassive blue eyes meeting her… father’s.

She offered him a short nod.

——

“My word,” Alfred Pennyworth muttered as his charge’s (his son’s) daughter step out of the car. Her steps were silent, graceful, and lighter than a gazelle.

The way she moved, even as she hugged young master Damian, whispered of leashed lethality and treacherous waters. She moved like if grace had a form and Alfred was willing to bet his entire career that not an iota of air got close to her without her knowledge of it, and it reminded the aging man of the young Miss Cassandra. He knew then, that she could have pretended to be unassuming and that he would have had a hard time equating her with danger. That she showed them her potential for death was a sign of trust.

But it was not the way she claimed death as her own name that caught the former spy’s attention.

No.

It was her blue eyes and the way they ever so slightly crinkled fondly as she laid eyes upon her younger brother. It was the way her hair, curled in a nostalgic style, that curtained her face as she spoke to the young Wayne heir, though he could not hear her voice. It was the way that she tucked Damian against her side, protective but encouraging.

It was the way that she, despite Talia al Ghul’s features, resembled his dearest friend, Martha Wayne, in her every movement.

Alfred Pennyworth felt like he was decades younger, standing before Martha as she fondly tucked Bruce against her side and successfully needled Thomas into going to see Bruce’s favorite movie.

It felt like he had his best friend once more, just a little.

From the way Master Bruce stared, it seemed as though he thought the same.

Alfred straightened when young master Damian introduced him. He was the Wayne Family Butler. And she was definitely a Wayne.

Master Bruce stood there like a lout as his daughter greeted him. Alfred shot him a scathing look- he had taught Master Bruce much better manners than to gape, the nerve!- before smoothly directing the attention away. His hands moved as he spoke.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Miss-”

She made a sharp motion to cut him off and signed something. Alfred might be a tad rusty in Arabic sign language (like he and the rest of the family hadn’t spent the last two weeks frantically memorizing and brushing up on their sign language) but he knew a name sign when he saw one.

“al Ghul.” Damian recognized. He did not use regular Arabic Sign Language with her often, vastly preferring their own established sign, but that did not mean he slacked. “You may call her al-Ghul.”

‘Or nothing at all,’ Damian’s sister signed. She looked at him like she was waiting. A test, Alfred realized.

Alfred pushed the slight twinge of disheartening disappointment away. He had wanted to call her Miss Wayne, to perhaps indulge in a bit of nostalgia for a while longer. But he shan’t do it at the expense of his charge.

“Miss al Ghul,” he continued, not missing a beat, imitating the name sign with pin point accuracy. She lifted her chin. Alfred sighed in relief. He passed. And now, perhaps he should revive Ra’s al Ghul and have a nice, entirely civil conversation about Miss al Ghul’s expectation that her wishes would go ignored.

Alfred will bring his shotguns and most likely would abandon pretenses as soon as that old goat got into his crosshairs. Old as he might be, he was still a very good shot, and civility was reserved for those with honor.

“Please head inside. I am sure young master Damian would love to guide you on a tour,” Alfred continued like he didn’t think of violent second deaths for Ra’s al Ghul. “Perhaps Master Bruce will join you, if you are amendable, once he has managed to stop imitating the rather life like form of a smooth brained sloth.”

Alfred congratulated himself on the small crinkle of humor that graced Miss al Ghul’s otherwise expressionless face. Well, expressionless to those that did not know where to look. Fortunately, Alfred and the rest of the family were used to stoic caveman micro expressions, courtesy of Bruce, and therefore it would not be much of a problem.

“I will bring your bags up to your room.”

She scrutinized him and then dipped her head.

‘Be careful. There are dangerous things in there.’

“I assure you the utmost privacy in regards to your belongings,” Alfred said.

“Pennyworth will not peruse your belongings, ukhti. He has more honor and respect than that.”

Alfred would like to interrogate Talia al Ghul to see who he must introduce some lead to, that clearly disrespected Miss al Ghul’s privacy like so. But for now, he will bask in the warmth of young master Damian’s implicit trust.

Miss al Ghul nodded. She opened the trunk of the car- the interior of which Alfred could now perceive to be entirely customized and of extremely quality material. She handed the keys and gave him access to her luggage. Then, placing her hand at young master Damian’s shoulder, followed the young master into the halls where she ought to have been raised. Or, at the very least, ought to have taken a step in at least once before today.

Master Bruce lingered at the doorway, torn between following the siblings and helping Alfred with the luggage (read: running away.)

“The daylight is wasting, Master Bruce.”

Master Bruce skittered in behind them like a newborn colt, wobbling and anxious.

Well, it’s time for Alfred to do his job. There was only a single duffle bag.

Hm. He’ll have to tell Master Bruce to take her out for necessities. He hardly doubted that a single bag could last her very long. And Alfred Pennyworth was hellbent on convincing his granddaughter to stay, may the gods have mercy on whichever poor soul that tried to convince her otherwise for he won’t.

——

She followed Damian as he led her deeper within the walls of a home she knew by heart from afar. She was like the little photographer in that way. Bruce Wayne trailed behind them like a particularly awkward ghoul, and she found it amusing to equate this turtle necked man was the illustrious Dark Knight. How dangerous.

“This is the first parlor. It is for guests of the… regular persuasion.”

Ah, for the civilians. She nodded.

“Ah, the silverware was selected by Alfred.” Bruce interjected, gesturing to the display silverware by the door. Their cabinets were intricate without taking away from the paintings upon the delicate ceramic.

She looked at him, wondering why he was following before giving up and nodding. It was his house.

(Bruce, for his part, felt like his daughter had laid judgement upon him… and found him lacking.)

‘It is… adequate.’ She sighed to Damian. Damian tutted.

“It’s fine to say quaint, sister. It could hardly compare to the palace.”

Bruce jolted, plans for converting the manor into a palace already in the making.

No, he couldn’t. Alfred would murder him with his favorite dish.

‘I like it, even if it is smaller.’

“….you do?”

‘You are happy here. It is warm to you. I like it.’ She repeated.

Damian latched onto her sleeve. “I- I shall show you my art. And then introduce you to the rest of the bumbling fools we have for brothers-”

She tilted her head. Bruce paused as well when Damian’s words cut off.

“If… you want them as brothers. It would be… helpful, to integrate.”

She waited.

“But… I am the first. Your blood. And-”

‘I will make room in my heart for them, if you wish it. I already know some of them.’ She allowed a small smile to show. ‘But that does not mean you will ever lose your place, little bat.’

Damian felt extremely thankful that father had not managed to pick up their version of sign language yet.

“Well… as long as you’re aware.” He marched further into the manor. She followed, once more, a look of fond indulgence gleaming in her eyes.

——

She stood in front of a painting her younger brother had done.

‘I made it two weeks ago,’ he’d told her, fingers curled into her palm.

It was green. She hated green. And gold. And ominous. Rage. Harsh, bold strokes and spots where the texture of the canvas were either globbed over or painfully showing through.

Her hands traced the single stroke of blue amidst the turbulence of green.

She tucked Damian against her side and realized that perhaps he understood after all, what it felt like. Perhaps not all of it, but enough.

——

“Here is your room, ukhti.” Damian stood watch as his sister scanned the room. She quickly removed three listening devices as Damian sighed.

‘You’ve gotten better.’ She crossed the room and plucked the listening bug from its place on the door frame.

“Clearly not good enough.” Damian huffed. “But I have beaten your knife game record. What do you think of the room?”

His sister rolled her eyes and handed him a blade she pulled from somewhere on her person.

An implicit challenge.

“No cutting your fingers off, please.” Father interceded.

“Begone, father. We are doing sibling bonding, something I remember you insisting that I participate in.”

Damian shut the door on his stupefied face, matching his sister’s sharp smirk as he splayed his hand on the dresser and raised the blade.

——

Alfred walked in with a covered plate and paused at the sight of the dresser.

Then, he looked on as Damian sat at the desk, rapidly signing to his sister in their own version of the language as said sister pulled out an entire wardrobe and a half to fill in the walk-in closet.

Alfred made a note to study some more magic.

“Miss al-Ghul. I bring you a snack that young master Damian made and to inform you that the others will be arrive en masse, within an hour.” Alfred paused. “Might I interest you in a mat before the two of you decide to… take a gander at furniture redecoration in the future?”

“Of course, Pennyworth. Apologies.”

“I’ll try to make sure they won’t overwhelm you. They can be a lot, at once.” Bruce said from the doorway. Miss al Ghul glanced at him and dipped her head in thanks. Her eyes wandered right back to the dessert.

Alfred made another note.

‘You made this for me?’ She asked, switching to standard.

Damian grumbled. “Do not eat it. I could not get the spice quite right, no matter how many variations…”

‘I am sure it will be good.’ She took the plate from Alfred’s hand and uncovered it.

They all had the fortune of witnessing a true, genuine wide eyed smile from a stoic face.

Alfred inhaled sharply. He had thought Master Bruce and young master Damian had inherited Thomas’ dimples. But she had inherited his entire smile.

‘Bstilla!’ She turned to Damian. ‘My favorite! You made this?’

“I know that. I am not incompetent as to not notice when you snuck three of them from the palace kitchens. You must give me the recipe from the cooks. I could not get it to taste like the spices they used. I even imported spices!”

Miss al-Ghul, like she had forgotten he and Master Bruce were there, stabbed a fork into the pie and put it into her mouth.

“Ukhti! Don’t- do not eat that! Spit it out! The pastry is too thick and-”

She held up her hand. ‘It’s good. I know what it is missing.’

She strode to her magic bag and pulled out a bottle.

She sprinkled flakes on top and offered a forkful of b’stilla to the young master who, shockingly, did not insist on his own utensil.

His expression lightened. “This is it. What is it? You know of the chefs’ methods?”

She sprinkled the mysterious spice on the food. ‘You’ve never eaten anything the chefs have made. I made your food by hand to prevent assassinations and inoculate you against toxins. Also, this is poison.’

Alfred stiffened.

“It’s what?!” Bruce spoke up, rushing into the room, finally to try and look Damian over.

‘It is fine. He has been immune since he was three.’

Miss al Ghul placed a piece of poisoned b’stilla in her mouth and ate. Young master Damian batted his father off, saying that poison inoculation was hardly a surprise. What was a surprise, though, was something else.

“That is- you- you’re the one who made my meals?” Young Master Damian demanded, looking guilty. “But- I- why did you not tell me? I made all of those demands in the middle of the night- what about the time I sent back the knafe fifteen times?”

She nodded.

“Why would you- why did you not tell me?”

‘You knew what grandfather thought of women. And besides, it was the only time I was allowed sweets. He did not want me to ruin my figure as it would lower my marketability.’

Alfred itched for his gun.

“You are not a commodity,” Master Bruce stated, intense as he tended to be. Miss al Ghul blinked at him.

‘… I am aware. But… thank you.’

“Ah. Yes. Of course.” And there went the emotionally intelligent Master Bruce. May he rest in peace until the next time he decides to make an appearance.

“I believe today is a chocolate chip cookie day, do you not, young master Damian?”

“Yes, Pennyworth, I believe it is.”

‘I have never tried it before.’

“You will love it. Pennyworth’s cookies are the best in the world, as is expected.”

Alfred watched as young master Damian tugged his sister out and marveled. The sides of his grandson they rarely get to see was so easily pulled out by his older sister.

——

Y’all I wanted to write her meeting the siblings but Alfred came out of no where and went haha nope feel the angst of a man who lost his best friend and had to raise her vigilante child.

Alfred, seeing Bruce put on the bat cowl for the first time: martha, why have you forsaken me

——

Me: what would baby assassins play as a binding game?

Me, remembering my past as a kid: I Spy, but with trackers and bugs. oh wait… THE KNIFE GOES CHOP CHOP CHOP

——

Also, I think B’stilla was food meant only for royalty and was probably rooted in slavery, so I thought it would be a meaningful nod to her position of privilege and how she are like a king but was treated as a… bed warmer and a slave. Yeah. If anyone knowledgeable on food history wants to school me on b’stilla, feel free to do so. I did like, a cursory research at best.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne’s guilt complex #Bruce ‘everything is my fault’ Wayne #no Bruce not everything in fact is about you bby #ras al ghul #Ra’s was a jackass long before you were born #oc in dc #batman #tim drake #damian wayne’s older sister #damian wayne #Bruce took his guil and fucking sprinted with it #he’s also making a lot of (very fair considering the circumstances) assumptions about oc #did I write that entire first part so I could make Alfred quote a poem? #yes yes I did #technically it’s also a part of a Kanye west song or whatever #oc: my brother is so cute look he’s so excited to see me #everyone else: what? hes walking so elegantly and calmly??? #sleep deprived me did not do the difference between habibi and habibti #Alfred Pennyworth #Alfred Pennyworth was besties with Martha Wayne #Martha Wayne coming back to haunt the Waynes via her granddaughter #Alfred calling Ra’s and honorless goat #a couple thousand words of Alfred being sassy

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When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

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[wintfleur]

ꔫ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ tis’ the season of snow and soft launches — Stella Hughes AU!

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )

°. — summary ( snow, soft launches, and confused brothers! )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

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[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ brothers (part 1)

[back] | [part 2]

➳ edit 7/11/23: i hit 100 links on here, so everything posted on/after this date will be found in part 2!!

cupping their cheeks

awkward/embarrassing situations they've been in

sleeping/waking up with them (includes dateables)

dancing with them (includes dateables)

how they confess to you

"you were mean to me in my dream" (includes diavolo)

choosing the 'parent' tiktok trend (includes diavolo & barbatos)

chill mc (includes barbatos & simeon)

mc's afraid of bugs

mc doesn't celebrate their birthday (includes dateables)

rejecting them

rejecting them alt version

calling them by a pet name

when they hurt your feelings

coming out as nonbinary

mc w/ braces

seeing you in cute pjs

mc's afraid of needles

reactions to teaching diavolo wap

when you have a nightmare

wanting to cuddle you

teen delinquent!mc

holding their hands

reactions to you crying

comforting you when your dreams are insulted

hardworking mc

sharing their birthdate

sharing their birthdate alt version

calling them your whole world

using their shampoo (includes diavolo & simeon)

how they act on vacation

'losing interest' tiktok prank

defending you from a creep

coming out as ace (includes solomon)

when they're jealous

when they see snow

catching you sleeping

when you have art/writers block

"would you still love me if i were a worm"

waking them up to ask if they're asleep

at your wedding

burned-out mc

'the ick' prank

slow dancing with them

comforting a heartbroken mc

their morning routines

going on a boba date with them

seeing mc all bundled up for the cold

using kisses as leverage

picking them up from the airport

them as seasons

how they give you the ick

touching their horns/tails/etc.

slow learner mc

mc w/ glasses

before you

falling asleep in front of them

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

explaining the dentists to them | part 2

mc on their period

mc isn’t playing therapist

"i didn't want to be here"

you're dating someone?!?!?

mc’s brothers

carving pumpkins with them

nowhere to go for the holidays

mc with type 1 diabetes

when they (try to) surprise you

when they turn into toddlers

having a hard time in the human realm

comforting you after a loss

chaotic/feral mc texts (includes dateables)

photo not loading

adult twins are cringe

pride month?

deleting everyone cute

mc craving sweets during that time of the month

obey me boys as funny tweets | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | pt 5 | (includes dateables)

the brothers at university

pet names they call you (includes dateables)

om characters as wikihow memes (includes dateables)

obey me bros + pinterest nails

“he wants to order”

things not to say when someone comes out (includes dateables)

D&D(evildom) Beyond! - 6.5k, oc!mc

“Leviathan, Abel, what were you doing?” Lucifer prompts, and the two share a look.

“We were playing Dungeons and Dragons,” Leviathan begins slowly, “which, now that I’m looking–”

“–Our opening scene was awfully similar to this,” Abel finishes.

“Wait, are you saying you think we’re in your campaign?” Satan asks, eyes wide, and Leviathan nods.

“I mean, it makes total sense,” he says with budding excitement. “Like, I’m obviously supposed to be a ranger, Abel’s definitely an artificer, and Lucifer’s a total paladin. This is so cool, it’s like my dreams are being brought to life right before my eyes!”

my new neighbors are demons *not clickbait* - 1.3k

I love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Can I request a shot with MC’s neighbor sort of just moving in and seeing the shenanigans of MC’s life that is the three realms.

Chaotic lessons from Solomon.

Accidentally catching MC using magic through a window they forgot to close.

Talking to Dia and Barbatos and Dia missing all social cues and taking everything literally.

Either be MC x Mammon or platonic with all

But also the brothers as they waltz into MC’s home whenever they are or are not in their home.

I can also see luke and mc bringing this guy extra sweets they baked

I’m sorry, I know this is a lot. I just thought your writing would match this perfectly.

come hell or high water - WIP; fem!reader

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he barks. “I don’t like you, nor do I respect you. This whole program is utterly ridiculous and I fear Prince Diavolo is a fool for suggesting such a thing. You’re just a lowly human, got that? You’ll always be nothing, especially to me, The Great Mammon.”

If he was looking for tears or offense, you were afraid that is not what he’d receive. You’d been playing the court since you were young, so these insults were nothing new to you. Actually, it was almost a relief for him to underestimate you because of your status as a human, and not a woman. Men were so dreadfully pigheaded sometimes, and you were sick and tired of having to play the good girl card, only smiling demurely instead of sharing your mind as you wished.

“Not going to say anything?” Lord Mammon snorts, and you cock your head at him.

“My apologies, Lord Mammon,” you say, “for I had not realized you were done speaking. I’m afraid I wasn’t listening all that closely.” Lord Mammon gapes at you, but you’re not finished. “Furthermore, I don’t know what the women down here are like, but I assure you, a few brash curse words and scowls thrown my way is not enough to scare me.”

(A Regency AU. Sort of)

mc on her period - 1.5k; fem!reader

“MC?” he asks, stepping closer to you. You manage a weak smile though you think it may have come across as a painful grimace. “Are you sick? Why are you huddled on the couch with like-” he pauses, eyes flicking over you, “-five blankets?”

You’re still not super used to any of them, what with you only having been in the Devildom for a few weeks, but you figure there’s no need to mince words. Demons could handle a bit of vaginal bleeding, couldn’t they?

“I’m on my period,” you say, and he winces. Maybe they couldn’t.

Sticks & Stones - 13k

“MC seemed off today, right?” Satan asked, looking at his brothers.

“For sure.” Belphie agreed, and it was quiet for a moment.

“I was going to ask why they were wearing your jacket, Mammon, but now I’m more worried about this,” Leviathan remarked, and Mammon smirked a little, but it was overshadowed by concern for his human.

“To be honest,” Asmo dabbed at his mouth daintily with a napkin. “I’ve been noticing it for a little while now, not just today.”

“As have I.” Lucifer seemed more serious than usual. “It is our duty as MC’s hosts to make sure that their time in the Devildom is satisfactory, and if they’re feeling down, it would be a good idea to know why.”

“Because we’re their hosts,” Mammon mocked. “Lucifer, we’re all worried about them, so ya can admit it too.”

* * *

You had been feeling a little low in terms of yourself, and the brothers decide to remind you if your self worth.

Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius? - 2.5k; fem!reader

anon ask: can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx

#obey me #obey me game

[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

the masterpost

“So,” Remus says slowly. “If your Dad is my Dad…”

“...and your Pa is my Papa…”

Remus stares at the seam of the wedding photo, made whole again after more than a decade. His Pa, Patton, familiar with his cowboy-handsome, weather-beaten face and his dimpled grin and his big, calloused hand resting over his new husband’s, even if Remus has never seen him look this smitten ever. 

“And we’re both born on October 11… then, Roman. You and I are… like… brothers.”

And his Dad—Janus—smiling coyly, handsome in the way of magazine models, so completely a stranger to Remus with just this scrap of a photograph to serve as any way to know him, really know him. The way Roman knows him. The way Remus has been dying to know him all his life.

“Remus,” Roman breathes out, disbelieving. “We aren’t just brothers. We’re twins.”

Remus wonders, in a daze, if seeing the opposite life he could have had is as strange for Roman as it is for him… if they’d just been switched at birth, it’s the life Remus could have had, knowing his Dad instead of his Pa, but then…

But then it clicks.

“Roman,” he says, turning to grin at his brother—his brother! “I have a completely perfect, totally awesome idea!”

or: it's a parent trap AU for @tss-storytime with fanart by @tastic-in-its-finest!

warnings: pranks and practical jokes, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of underage drinking (in the context of a child trying a sip of wine), sibling rivalry and bonding, please let me know if i've missed any!

pairings: janus/patton, logan/virgil, brief patton/male oc

word count: 80k

notes: a few notes before we begin: first, thanks so much to morgan for their fanart for this fic!!! it's so cute, please like and reblog and do all that fun stuff!!! second, thanks to the folks over at the big bang for organizing this whole event—i know firsthand how complicated that can get, and you are so appreciated!!! this is technically a '90s au, but a '90s au in terms of the fashion and lack of social media/cell phones, not any of the homophobia. i hope you all enjoy!!!!

chapter one: prologue Across the world from each other, two very different families help two very similar boys pack their bags.

chapter two: welcome to camp walden! Welcome to what we like to think of as the most beautiful spot on God's green earth—Camp Walden.

chapter three: en garde The boys come to blows. (With practice épées, but in their minds, it’s equally as serious.)

chapter four: riposte The boys come to blows. (With words and stitching.)

chapter five: black card The boys come to blows. (With a temporary reversal of gravity, oodles of chocolate sauce, and finally, some semblance of adult interference.)

chapter six: isolation station The boys spend a great deal of their time considering coming to blows. Until suddenly, they don’t want to fight at all anymore.

chapter seven: operation augustus The realization of having an identical twin does quite a bit to spur some out-of-the-box levels of creativity.

chapter eight: let's get down to business! The boys begin to plot. Camp Walden trembles in fear.

chapter nine: to defeat… the family civil divisions of napa and london respectively! The boys plot. The world all over ought to be trembling in fear.

chapter ten: domine dirige nos Remus spends a great deal of time weighing the most British way to say hello. He’s going to have to repress throwing in a what’s all this then, guv’nor? the entire time.

chapter eleven: eureka! Roman spends a great deal of time weighing the most American way to say hello. He thinks he probably shouldn’t come right out of the gate with howdy, y’all!

chapter twelve: a wench in the works This absolutely was not in their multitude of blueprints!

chapter thirteen: riding is magic and friendship is power and love is everything to everyone Roman gets to meet his pony. He should, by all rights, be much more excited about it, but someone had to go and ruin it for him.

chapter fourteen: in which virgil attempts to hold a poker face (and fails miserably) Virgil curses being so observant.

chapter fifteen: all of my change spent on you Remus has a particularly fun run-in. Well. Fun for him.

chapter sixteen: so your sons have swapped places and are in foreign countries This particular subject was not covered in the parenting books.

chapter seventeen: hopped off the plane at lax with a dream of civil reconciliation with my ex-husband Remus plots. Grandfather aids and abets. Janus panics. Logan suffers them all.

chapter eighteen: small world and getting smaller Janus is officially the father of the two most troublesome twins in the galaxy.

chapter nineteen: you got me tripping, stumbling! sinking, fumbling! Patton makes a splash.

chapter twenty: the queen elizabeth the second the second The twins attempt to revive the past. The parents wish to change it.

chapter twenty-one: i said a boom chicka boom! Logan’s swept off his feet. As is Maddox, in an entirely different way.

chapter twenty-two: i said a boom GO TO YOUR ROOM The twins’ plots bear oh-so-satisfying fruit.

chapter twenty-three: where dreams have no end A hello, a goodbye.

chapter twenty-four: the concorde(ance) A goodbye, a hello.

chapter twenty-five: epilogue Two very similar boys help their two very different families assimilate into one.

#tssstorytimesubmission2023 #my fic #my fanfic #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #moceit #analogical #creativitwins #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remy sanders #emile picani

[aka-indulgence]

Growing on Him

Thank you @cams4 for commissioning! This was really cute to write! /w\

Ao3 Link

(UT!Sans x Original Female Character, UT!Papyrus & OC Her name is Calypso, she’s a green mage with plant magic :D)

Sans thought he wouldn’t fall in love. Thought he’d be too lazy for it.

And then she came into his life and made his soul bloom with affection.

——————

Distant laughter. A lone skeleton sits in the kitchen.

Sans is alone. He feels as if the clouds are grey and the rain is pouring, but it isn’t. The sun was about to set. He watches the two of them- Papyrus and Calypso on their regular gardening.

“WOWIE! I LOVE PLANT MAGES!” He heard his brother cry, voice muffled through the window. “YOU FIXED MY OREGANOS SO QUICKLY! YOU KNOW I’M QUITE ATTACHED TO IT- YOU GOT THEM FOR ME, AFTER ALL!”

“Aww, thanks Papyrus!” Calypso smiles.

“OF COURSE! AND IF YOU’RE NOT TOO DRAINED RIGHT NOW CALYPSO, CAN YOU SHOW ME THAT… MAGIC TRICK AGAIN?”

“Again?” She sounded humorously taken aback. “You’ve seen it already!”

“I’LL NEVER GET TIRED OF IT, THAT’S A PROMISE!”

Sans’ brows furrows. She waves her hands, green light encompassing them. Her magic, sparkling and swirling, flows into the ground. Out of it sprouts a plant, from a hidden seed, and it grows and grows, climbing into the air, before a sunflower buds and blooms. Yes, both of them have seen it before, and Papyrus’ eyes bulge out of his sockets still.

And Sans still can’t hide the smile of wonder whenever he sees her magic. But that bittersweetness lingers in his ribcage.

He feels… lonely. Of course that should be easy to solve, with the merry air outside. He should go, Papyrus and Calypso had asked him to come in the first place, and yet here he was. In the kitchen. Alone. He feels distant, like he can’t really.

He lets out a long sigh and slides a hand down his face, frowning deeply.

god… i’m stupid.

He just had to go and fall in love with her, didn’t he? It was easy to love her, of course, but Sans had never had feelings for anyone, and now he’s excited, confused, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. For some reason something’s stopping him from just… going up to her and telling her how he feels.

… No, Sans knows why.

Being with Calypso… just the idea makes him feel like he could burst with joy, but he doesn’t know if she’d feel the same way about him.

It’s been about a year since Papyrus introduced her to him, when he brought a human stranger to the house. They’d apparently met during a city-wide gardening event. Papyrus had always mentioned wanting to do some gardening once he found out that was a thing humans do, but just like cooking, he was passionate but clueless, leading to the front of the house looking… untamed, to say the least. As soon as he spotted Calypso, demonstrating her magic, he’d immediately become fascinated. One mention of both overgrowing and dying plants followed by a multitude of questions led to them hitting it off, and after a few more meetings he decided to show her the garden- now much more disciplined and tame.

That’s when Sans met her.

Papyrus had told him that he was bringing his “plant friend” home. Sans was fine with that, Papyrus brings friends home all the time. (He’s so cool.) He’d spent most of the time in his room napping, watching his trashnado, scrolling on his phone. He thinks he heard the door open at one point, chalking up to Paps coming home. At one point he found himself thirsty and teleported into the middle of the kitchen- where Calypso and Papyrus were.

It was funny how surprised she was, crying out loud and almost throwing her fork clear into the air, which Papyrus catches instinctively.

“SANS! I TOLD YOU I HAD COMPANY OVER! YOU CAN’T JUST TELEPORT ALL OVER THE PLACE!”

The tap water ran.

“sounds like your problem, bro.”

As Papyrus starts (comically) chastising him, Sans chuckles, only to catch a glimpse of her.

For a moment it feels like the world slowed down. The water flowed slowly, sloshing in his cup. Papyrus was in the middle of opening his mouth, and Calypso looked… a little lost.

Even when he first saw her, Sans knew she was pretty. Her long wavy hair looked like golden waterfalls over her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes were soft and sparkled in the light, shining with kindness. She was smaller than Sans expected, shorter than him. She looked slender and delicate. Her smile was crooked with confusion, looking up at Papyrus before glancing at Sans.

Her expression shrank back as she timidly keeps the eye contact.

“... hey.”

“Oh! Um… hello!”

“the name’s sans.”

“Calypso! Nice to meet you.”

Sans nodded. “so, you here for a while? or are you going to leaf soon?”

“Um?? No I’ll be here for a while longer now,”

“SANS…” Papyrus squints at him. Sans ignores him.

“what? i asked her a valid question.” Sans insists, “just wanted to tree what she was doing is all.”

Sans smiled when she starts giggling, not expecting the pun, while Papyrus boiled.

“DON’T PLANT IDEAS IN HER HEAD- NOT PLANT! DON’T RUIN HER WITH YOUR BAD JOKES! ALSO YOUR CUP IS OVERFLOWING.”

“oh shit-” Sans frowned, water dripping down his phalanges as he hurriedly closes the tap. His cheeks turned blue from embarrassment, and he chuckled hesitantly, glancing at Calypso.

what’s wrong with him? why’s he stumbling?

“AND TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION-” Sans’ attention was brought back to Papyrus, “WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A BOARDGAME! DO YOU WANT TO JOIN?”

Calypso stayed a bit longer than they expected, after. Despite her not knowing Sans all that well yet, a little shy around him, after enough puns she seemed to warm up to him. Having Papyrus there certainly helped.

She became a regular in Sans’ life, her visitings becoming more often as time went on. Sans… tried to keep her at arm’s length. The way she made him feel was strange to him. It scared him. It helped him keep his cool around her, at least, if he was distant.

A green mage, specializing in plants. Her soul trait was practically worn on her sleeve, with how empathetic and kind she was- too much, in Sans’ opinion. She was a timid creature at times, but Sans admired her magical prowess and her capacity for compassion.

Sans would usually only meet her when she visited. The other times were when he and Papyrus bumped into her on accident.

Sans didn’t want to admit that the idea of meeting her gave him the motivation to walk.

She was interesting, sweet, and being a mage helped, but despite the confusing feelings rising up in his chest, Sans tried his best not to get too attached. As long as she was nice and made Papyrus happy, he was alright with having her around.

Then one day, she came alone. He was watching TV when he heard the knock. His first thought was that Papyrus was home but… Papyrus’ knocks were loud and aggressive. (Even though Sans tells him he doesn’t have to knock when he comes home, he does anyway.) As he walked towards the door he thought it might’ve been one of the neighbours, but when he opened the door he found…

“Um… hi!”

calyp…so pretty,

“Excuse me?”

He said that out loud.

“i meant- calypso! pretty sure there wasn’t a schedule for some gardening today.”

If she noticed his slip up, she didn’t mention it.

“Oh! Actually, we aren’t gardening today! Papyrus asked me to teach him some ‘human cooking’ today.”

Cooking?

“Is he here?”

“ah… no, papyrus isn’t home yet.”

“Oh ok… should I wait somewhere else-”

“no.”

… Sans said that too fast.

“you… you can just stay here.”

He really should’ve known, then. Even while his soul stammered when she walked in the door, his denial pushed the feeling down.

It took a while to adjust out of the awkward silence, without Papyrus acting as the buffer. But after a couple of puns, Sans managed to get a conversation going.

“so, you an expert cook?”

“Not really… but Papyrus invited me to meet Undyne the other day,”

undyne? uh oh.

“She had one of her ‘classic’ cooking lessons? And uh… well I thought I could teach him how to make human food.”

Sans barked out a laugh, covering his mouth.

“sorry, i’m not laughing at you, just… stars, i’m so sorry you had to see my bro cook with undyne.”

“Yeah… I had to hand wash the tomato sauce off my jacket for hours,” Calypso scratched the back of her neck, “But Papyrus thought it was an honor that he’s going to learn how to cook human food from a real human!”

They were laughing together when Papyrus opened the door, almost silently. When they finally noticed he was there, he was smiling at them.

Then there was that other day, when it was just Sans and Calypso, out of the house.

It was the first time Papyrus finally mentioned that Sans should start teleporting her home. Calypso declined, insisting to Papyrus that she didn’t need to be sent home. Sans doesn’t think she knew he was sitting on the sofa then, because she seemed speechless when he stood up and told her “i’ll go.”

Papyrus was supposed to come with, but a sudden phone call had sent him on an emergency dash to Undyne’s. Something about a watchalong?

“SHE SAID SHE WAS GOING TO REWATCH THE ‘HUMAN HISTORY’ VIDEOS! IF I DON’T SAY YES NOW SHE’S GOING TO LOSE ALL MOTIVATION, I MUST SAVE HER!”

By this point, Sans and her were close enough that they could be in each other’s company in silence without feeling like he was going to melt in sweat. Sometimes it was Sans that called her over, even.

They took the bus.

“yeah… i could teleport there based off coordinates from maps, but… i’d rather not risk the both of us clipping through the wall if i get my maths wrong.”

They were having a fun conversation filled with plant puns- she’d started to get into the habit of learning his puns and throwing them back at him, something he was proud of- when a buzz rudely interrupted their conversation. When Calypso fished her phone out and saw the screen, she made a face.

“what’s up?”

“Uh… I think my neighbour wants me to landscape her garden?”

“huh. that your side gig huh?” Sans smirked at her playfully, but frowns when she doesn’t respond, looking like she just ate a lemon.

“No… she asks me to do it for her sometimes…”

Sans narrowed his eyes. “does she pay you?”

Calypso looked guilty, her eyes shifting everywhere but Sans.

“It’s not like… it’s a lot. She’s nice, she’s not making me do anything, I just…”

“do you like doing it for her?”

Calypso opened her mouth, and the way she searches and loses her words is enough explanation for Sans.

“tell her no.”

Calypso stared at Sans like he just grew a second head. He shrugs and repeats his words.

“tell her no,”

“I can’t do that!”

“why not?”

Sans does feel a little guilty about distressing her, squeezing the bus pole harder than she needed to, but Sans doesn’t like that people would use her magic like that. He knows what it’s like to expend magic when you don’t want to, and… Calypso is nice. Too nice. It’s a testament to her green soul.

Sans sighed.

“... i can talk to her for you.”

The relief on her face betrayed her true feelings.

“R-really? I mean, you don’t… have to…”

“i’m coming over, aren’t i? it’s going to be fine. also, might as well throw you a bone.”

The pun surprised a laugh out of her, and Sans relaxed.

Just like he thought, nothing bad happened. Apparently the neighbour in question lived right next to her, and has regularly asked Calypso to help fix her garden once she found out she was a plant mage. She was a lovely old lady, actually, and all it took to convince her to stop was Sans explaining how draining it was to use magic so much, so regularly.

“hey,” Sans piped, as they stood in her doorway. “it’s ok to say no, you know. you gotta stand up for yourself more.”

She fidgeted (Sans really wanted to pinch her, then…), but nodded.

“heh, at least now you’ve got a quick-travel option for you,” Sans chuckled, pointing to himself as he turns around. “see ya ‘round, callie.”

Sans was moments from teleporting when he heard her asking him to wait.

When he turned around, she looked… bashful.

“Sans,” her eyes seemed to sparkle, “... thank you.”

Warmth flooded his ribcage, and magic rose to his cheekbones. His soul thumped.

“n… no problem.”

Sans felt like he was flying- and like his world was crashing around him when he got home.

shit.

i like her.

She was precious. Sans wanted to protect her. He wanted to be closer to her.

And he was clueless.

Which brings him to today. Sans feels stupid- feeling like he’s having a crisis because he has a crush? (On a lovely… pretty… wonderful human…) How did he never notice it? How did he not see it coming? When he thinks back to it, he remembers how the feelings festered in his soul- he was just stupid, or too deep in denial to acknowledge it.

Every time he’s around her… Sans felt like a stumbling baby just learning its first steps. He isn’t… cool. He’s a skeleton that smells like ketchup and makes puns. He doesn’t know how many people are in Calypso’s life, but he doesn't have to, to know that he’s probably not high on her list of suitors. Especially with the way he was absent and kept their conversations rare in the beginning, he didn’t go off to a good start.

Calypso is Papyrus’ friend. Sans didn’t want to cause a rift between the two of them because he had his first love crush. Their friendship was precious and Sans didn’t want to be the one that messes things up.

He wonders what’d happen if he confessed. What if she had trouble saying no to him? Would Sans lose her trust? Would he scare her? Just the thought made Sans recoil from the idea. And… what if she liked Papyrus? That’d make sense. Papyrus was cooler. They were close.

They’d walked in by this point, a piping hot plate of spaghetti set on the table. Sans doesn’t remember when they started cooking, staying quiet for most of it. Papyrus’ cooking was not only edible, but delicious too. Calypso had been a wonderful teacher.

She was amazing. Sans can’t stop looking- she was radiant, as always. He keeps his mouth shut while they talked, adding a “mm?” “yeah.” and “ok.” when prompted. His soul thumped whenever she was around and he hoped it wasn’t glowing past his shirt.

He felt embarrassed. And a little pathetic.

Sans doesn’t know what it is about today that has him in a funk like this. When Calypso said her goodbyes and turned to leave, he should’ve let her go home, as usual. That’s what he always does. But today, when the door closes, something in Sans reacts.

Before he knew it, he’d walked out the door. The sun had gone and the stars had started to peek out of the veil.

“cal?” He breathed, “calypso, wait. there’s something i need to tell you.”

She turns around, and Sans could feel his voice fading already.

why does she look at me like that? it makes me want to…

He swallows.

“i’m sorry, this is sudden, but i don’t think i can hold it back anymore, i just…”

The face Calypso was making makes Sans trip over his words.

“i like you, calypso.” Sans says, earnestly. “i like you… a lot. it’s ok, if you don’t like me back. i’ve felt this way for a while, and i feel like if i didn’t tell you, i’d… i don’t know. i want to let you know that when i’m quiet i’m not upset with you, that’s me trying to stop myself from looking like an idiot around you.”

Calypso is speechless.

“... please stay friends with papyrus.” Sans adds, trying to physically shrink into his hoodie. “if you don’t want me around anymore i-”

Hihihi!

Sans stops. Calypso… Calypso was giggling.

“You thought… I wouldn’t want you to like me?” she says, in between chortles.

“i… i guess…”

She’s covering her mouth and her cheeks have turned pink. “I thought I was being so obvious.”

“about what?”

She shakes her head at him, disbelieving.

“I like you too, Sans.”

The ringing in his head stops.

“you… you do?”

“I’ve liked you since… oh, I don’t know, maybe since we met? I thought you could read souls! Have you not noticed how excited I get when you’re around?

Sans smiles. His cheeks hurt.

“no, i never noticed.”

His feet move on his own, slippers flopping over the pavement, and he hugs her. Her muffled giggling in his hoodie was wonderful.

“i feel stupid,”

“Don’t be!”

Sans pulls his skull back to look at her.

“i… haha… i can’t wait to bring you on dates… we’re going to have a punderful time…”

“Oh no!” she squeaks, as Sans picks her off the floor and spins her around. “I guess I’ll have tibia really good at puns to catch up with you!”

Sans laughs, and doesn’t stop. She does too, bracing her hands on his shoulders, cheeks red.

Sans loves her laugh. He hopes he’ll get to hear more of it.

He hopes he’ll be the source of her laughter.

#commission #commissions #aka writing #ut!sans #i really like the art of her :> #shes ver pretty #her: *exists* #sans: how you TORTURE me so #bwehebueehueh

[v3nusxsky]

would you be open to doing a larissa weems request. something along the lines of reader finding out she’s pregnant with twins, (they already have one or two children already). but the twist is that she gets the kiddos to help tell larissa. thank you 🫶

More munchkins? | Fluff

*Authors notes~ flufffff and I got to explore a few of my oc children in here so I'm like super excited to get this out. I hope this is what you are looking for my darling. And I love the idea so much.*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy, twins fluff?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Life with your little family was truly perfect, everything you've ever wanted and dreamed off here in your hands. You worked as a Bounty teacher for your wife who if principal of Nevermore. So you both live at the school with your son Emerson James who was five and your daughter Isla Rae who is three. Emerson was the spit of you but completely like he's mamma personality and behaviour wise, Isla being the typical hyper three year old child, with that cheeky too thing smile and the cute little crackly laugh. The spit of your wife in every sense of the word. You and Larissa couldn't be happier with how life is now.

That's why it was so scary to be sat in your en suite bathroom holding a blinking pregnancy test. Your two children had been carefully planned, so loved and wanted by you both but neither of you had discussed any extra children. You had your boy and your girl, and they were perfect truly how would another baby fit into the puzzle that was seemingly complete?

The first thing you did was get ahold of your doctor, had the bloods and all the mandatory tests needed, the results seemingly worrying the doctor. You couldn't help but panic. Maybe you should've told Larissa first? After all she was present all the way through your first two pregnancies and births. The doctor managed to get you booked in for an ultrasound the same day, all easing your mind.

During the ultrasound, you could only see the sack of the baby, everything looked to be healthy until the ultrasound tech went silent. "And here's baby B" the murmured showing you the other sack, "you look to be having identical twins" they confirmed as tears immediately began to fall. Twins. You were stressing about one baby, now you had two. Oh gosh. How would you tell Larissa that you were pregnant with twins.

You knew she needed to know, they were her children too, and you had to tell Emery and Isla. You knew Emery loved being a big brother and Isla had been asking for a sister for the past few months. Going on your gut feeling you'd say she has a two for one deal in the sibling department right now. Two boys or two girls you were not fussy just two healthy babies would be perfect. It was crazy how you could them so much already when they are so early on in the pregnancy but you did.

You decided to include the children in the reveal so you picked up what you needed and headed back to the school to put the plan in motion. Preparing absolutely everything to make it go so perfectly. You couldn't deny they looked absolutely adorable as you waited for Larissa to turn up.

"Hi sweetheart" she murmured coming into your little apartment that was located on the school ground. You immediately sent Emery to run to your wife, his shirt saying "big brother, baby in bagging area" absolutely puzzling your wife as she read it while greeting him with kisses and cuddles, "hi my little prince, how was school? Where's you momma sister baby?"  Instead of letting him answer, you placed Isla down and let her toddle over to her mama. Her little pink shirt reading "big sister, unexpected item in bagging area" both shirts on the back had baby one and baby two est sept 8th 23.

"My gorgeous girl, where's your momma too hmm? What you two little angels trying to tell me hmm?" She murmured tickling both the children so their giggles filled the room. "Hi my love" you murmured coming out of hiding. "Unexpected item in bagging area?" She quizzed laughing at how funny the phrase was, "baby? Are you?" You nodded with tears brimming your eyes. "We gwts sissyssss" Isla squealed happily only to be met with her brothers, "or brothers!" In a protests of the thought of two more sisters. He would be truly outnumbered.

"Oh sweetheart, that's perfect news, another little angle to add to our family" she murmured kissing your cheek happily as she held you, your children running off to play now.

"Two angels" you murmured happily putting a hand over your flat stomach."two? Twins?" You nodded again as she kissed you happily. "Two more to complete our family, god I'm so in love with you" she murmured against your lips. Although not planned these two would be well and truly loved. By the time they were born you knew you had two daughters. Delilah Faye and Liliana mae. Your little lilah and lily completed your family.

Word count~ 876

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #principal weems #weems x reader #anon requested

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Welp...FF7 Rebirth came out and ummm....I have this ship with an OC called Raven and I put her with Sephiroth...Ravenroth??? Idk

I'm debating on what prompt to do them with but we'll see with the actual story. This may also tie into a painting I did~

(they also have a kid named Mercury, he's a sweetie and I made Sephiroth a sister named Seri...yay) (Mercury is not in this story but Seri is!)

Without further adoooo let's get started.

May I Have This Dance?

Rating/Warning: minimal stuff but also AWWWWW

★★★★★

Ever since I can remember, I've always been by his side. Sephiroth. The Golden Child of SOLDIER. Ever since we were young we'd be teamed up together. He was there when my father died in that freak accident. There i remained in SOLDIER. Even as a First Class rank I didn't care much for the formalities or the perks of being this popular. I always thought myself a medic and only that.

Genesis or Angeal will always tease us as teenagers. Teasing about dating, who would win in a fight, best aim, you name it. As the years passed by, I found myself trying to answer why. It had been years since Genesis and Angeal disappeared and I still hear their voices egging me on. I had things, priorities, to attend to, especially one that was his very sister, Seri.

"Raven!!! What do you mean you're not coming to the company ball?! Everyone will be there!" Seri whined as I checked her vitals on the screen and took some tests.

"I told you Seri, I have my duties to the hospital and you. Sephiroth will have a conniption, you know he doesn't dance anyways" I replied.

"well I'm going with Zack! He invited me in Aerith's place because of her circumstances! She insisted!" She fussed as she crossed her arms.

"Oh are you? Then I guess I have no choice~" I rolled my eyes playfully as I gave her medicine and a change of clothes from her closet and helped her put them on.

"Yay! Dress shopping!!!" Seri squealed. I helped her onto her wheelchair and we walked to the elevator to get to the bottom floor.

We walked along the streets of Midgar to a dress shop nearby. I was never really into girly stuff even as a kid. The only girly thing I wear is earrings bc my face still says masculine. I guess looking more like my father was half of a good thing. I'm glad I developed nicely up top and got ass for days. My dad would try and get me to wear hair berets or make up to make me look more feminine but I was a part of SOLDIER. I couldn't/it would run or snag in the field.

Seri and I walked through all the clothing racks. Seri picked out a few dresses her size. She kept on pointing to other dresses that might look good on me but none were speaking to me. Seri started scanning the whole store. I know those eyes too well, just like her brother's, always on target and ready to pounce. Then she grabbed a dark colored dress and snuck it under her picks, thinking she was sneaky. I only caught a glimpse of the color but not the style. I was worried but not in a scared way.

As we made our way to the changing rooms, she picked out a cute pink dress because she told me Aerith liked pink and wanted to respect her favorite color. Seri really has grown fond of both Zack and Aerith these past few years. I've never seen her this excited unless it was Sephiroth coming home to take her to a fancy dinner and toy shopping. She's 7 years younger than him yet they're both a spitting image of each other. They definitely are siblings.

I remember the day my father showed us her, so small and frail. It was devastating to see her health decline when she reached 10 years. My dad did so much for her, even as he got up in age, he was like a father to her. His death put a toll on all of us, I stayed with Shinra because I had nowhere else to go. That's when I became on call for SOLDIER and mostly full time at the Hospital. I made a promise to my dad and myself.

Seri showed off her dresses and then from underneath she revealed the dress she swiped for me. It was a long sleek slender gown with a slit up the leg that stops at the thigh and has one strap. It was a dark blue with shimmers.

"oh no...that's no me..." I deflected.

"Come on Raven just try it on! You never wear dresses so how can you know?!" Seri pouts and shoved the dress and shoved me into the changing room, "imma go find ya shoes! Be right back!" With those parting words she wheeled herself away and I was alone. In the changing room. With a floor to ceiling mirror...

I placed the dress over me to get a feel then I started to undress from my uniform into this dress. Once it was on I saw myself. My figure helped but I had muscle. Was that sexy? Appealing? I even posed with my leg out the slit.

"Raven! I'm back with shoes!" Seri snapped me out my thoughts and shoved the shoe box under the door. I looked inside. They were black high heels...

"You sure about this Seri?" I called out.

"trust me!!!" Seri giggled.

I gulped and tried on the shoes. I looked at myself again and was amazed. Everything...matched me... Was Seri some kind of fashion genius? Maybe those fashion magazines around the hospital didn't help.

"come on out I wanna seeeeee!!!" Seri whined and scooted her wheelchair back.

I opened the door and revealed myself. The look on Seri's face said it all. She looked like she saw an angel.

"you look...amazing!!!!" She took a picture with her phone. "Sephi will FLIP when he sees you in this dress!!!"

"you think so?" I blushed.

"I know so! And with your silver earrings to match him it'll be perfect!!! Zack is already matching me with a pink tie already. He is not scared of pink!" Seri laughed.

I smiled, "then I'll get this dress. And maybe a necklace for both of us"

I quickly got unchanged and went to go pick out some necklaces. I got matching silver bang necklaces for us. I paid for the shopping spree and we headed on home to the apartment. Only god knows what will happen tonight...

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The ballroom of the venue was packed with higher ups and other important people. I adjusted my dress. My hair and make up fixed up to match my dress. I touched my necklace and took a deep breath and walked into the venue. Seri already left earlier with Sephiroth for the venue. She was adamant Sephiroth doesn't see me get dressed in my pretty gown. My heels clicked along the floor as my presence started to turn heads and unwanted whispers. Why am I so nervous?

Then I saw Seri and Zack talking it up in the SOLDIER section of the venue with our names on the tables on the outside of the dancefloor.

"well look who decided to show up!!" Zack chuckled, "you look pretty good in a dress and is that a clutch?!"

"yes Zack...and you look stunning in that suit. Really brings out your eyes" I teased. Zack's cheeks turned pink. "And your cheeks~"

Seri chuckled, "he at least has some good dance moves."

"Seri where is your brother?" I asked.

"over there next to the corporates and higher ups. He's been sipping champagne for an hour with them..." She pointed.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. The drunken fools started whistling at my appearance. I deflected their looks and focused on Sephiroth.

"Look who finally decided to wear make up after so long" Sephiroth commented as he left the drunken old men to come to me.

"you don't look half bad yourself" I adjusted his blue tie. I knew Seri would make him match me.

"Shall we go out to the balcony? Away from these fools and noise?" He suggested. I gladly accepted and we walked outside.

"I'm so used to the sound of the battlefield and hospital. Yet I always get nervous around other people." I chuckled. "At least Seri and Zack are having a great time."

Sephiroth chuckled and held Raven close, "who says we can't have our own fun out here? May I have this dance?"

I blushed and smiled, "you may" he soon pulled me in and we began slow dancing on the balcony to the muffled music of the ballroom. The moon shines full and bright above us.

We swayed back and forth and he spun me a few times. I knew he wasn't much for dancing but he learned to cheer me up when we were teenagers. He knew my father loved to dance with me. Even Genesis and Angeal got on the bandwagon. They were all my best friends. Well now I only have Sephiroth. Ever since we were young we were glued to the hip, even in battle we had each other's backs.

My heart started pounding faster at the thought of feelings for Sephiroth. Are we allowed? I'm not in SOLDIER anymore by default but I work with Seri now so it might be?

"you're making that face again~" Sephiroth spoke softly and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"what face?"

"the cute face you make when you're deep in thought or worried." Sephiroth smirked. Cute? Cute?!

"oh...sorry..." I chuckled embarrassingly.

"don't be sorry, I like it, besides you're beautiful tonight. Seri picked out a nice dress" he placed a hand on my hip, trailing his fingers against my exposed back, "and don't worry about the muscles, I like that about you, you're not dainty or fragile like Seri. Strong and stubborn."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, "you think so?"

"I know so" Sephiroth placed his other hand on my hip, leaning in closer to where we're almost nose to nose.

"I'm glad you said that, because I like a man who can keep me on my toes and always had my back for the past 25+ years" I stared into his eyes as the moonlight hit them.

"then I'll hold you to it for the rest of our lives. You've done too much to just be rewarded once" he leaned in closer.

"it's a promise" I closed the gap and kissed him. We held each other. He lifted me a bit to get one last jab at the toes statement. His chapped lips were soft and his hair was like silk. He even put it up for once in a low pony with a small braid.

We separated with a few good breaths between us. Was dad always right that I might end up with Sephiroth? I don't care, if it is true, I know where my heart lies tonight. It's definitely with him. Soon we were surprised to see Seri and Zack. Seri looked like she was about to lose it at the fact we finally kissed. Zack was dumbfounded that Sephiroth knew how to be romantic.

"I did it! I knew you guys would come out here! And you kissed!!!!" Seri squeaked out giggles and stumbled to her brother and I.

Sephiroth held her steady, "I guess your constant nagging about me staring and smiling paid off, little sister."

Seri smiled, "it's only a matter of time till I hear wedding bells! I wanna be the maid of honor! Can we invite Aerith?! Cloud?!"

"Slow down Hyperactive Kitten, it'll be way down the line for that possibility. What if we just eloped?" I chuckled.

"don't care! I still get wedding bells!" Seri smiled as Sephiroth twirled her around in his arm. She brought him so much joy. I don't remember a day where he tried to visit her and play with her, even being a muse for her paintings. She loved him just as much.

"maybe once I retire, we'll see about that" Sephiroth smiled.

Zack gasped, "you're leaving me all alone no fair! It'll just be me and Cloud!" He pouted playfully.

I laughed at his expression and we had a fun night for the rest of the evening. My feet were sore and tired from dancing. At the apartment I helped Seri get ready for bed and hung her cute dress up for her to look at in her room. I made my way to the other bedroom and got undressed into pajama shorts and a tank top. I wiped off all my make up.

Sephiroth was just in sweatpants as he looked at me with soft eyes. I walked to him and gave him another kiss. Memories of sharing a tent or a bed together on trips, even into older age, came into my mind. Entangling our bodies together to stay warm. Him placing his head on mine. Even in uniform it was comfy. Like we were two sides of one coin. We laid down in the large bed, embracing each other, with me laying my head on his chest. Listening to his strong heart. His strong arm wrapped around my figure. My olivey complexion is a clear difference from his pale skin.

"Goodnight Sephiroth" I yawned softly.

"Goodnight Raven...I love you" He smiled.

"I love you too"

#fanfic #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #ff7 crisis core #ff7 ever crisis #ff7 x reader #ff7 #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth x oc #crisis core #zack fair #aerith gainsborough #ff7 aerith #advent children #cloud strife #original character #my oc

[rikis-girl]

Spiderman

Warnings: Harsh words and angst Pairing: Spiderman!Jake x fem!reader Synopsis: You loved Jake and you always will. But is it worth dating Spiderman though?

"Gwen Stacy!!!!!" your mother called for you from downstairs. You almost dropped your polaroid of your beloved boyfriend Jake Parker; brother of the late Peter Parker. Jake had just joined the army of spider people under Miguel and was not too familiar with the spiders but Gwen Stacy, aka ghost spider or spiderwoman.

You rush downstairs to see your mother holding up her phone to take your picture as you twirl in your dress.

"How do I look mom?" "Like a successful science experiment" she replied taking a picture casually and flicking her tears.

The doorbell rings and your super cute golden retriever of a boyfriend stood there with the biggest most excited and nervous smile you've seen anyone sport. "May I come in Mrs.Stacy?"

He notices you standing and posing for the camera and his jaw drops to the ground. "You look....... whoa" he sputters in disbelief as he takes in your fit. "Do I look good Jakey?" you ask. "You look so pretty I'm upset that there are only 3 dimensions I can view you from." His sparkling eyes make your heart stutter.

He gently takes your hand in his as your mom calls you two to take pictures together. He slips his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. "Don't be shy baby." He says before smiling for the picture.

Soon you both are in his second hand car and are making your way to prom. A scream pulls through the school cafeteria and Jake gets into his spider get up instantly.

"Please be safe out there." You tell him; worried that you'll have to face the same Jake who was impaled by the great Doc Oc who he accidentally, indirectly murdered.

"Have I ever not been safe?" He jokes, you give him a stern and worried look conveying how upsetting it is to see the love of your life coming home with all those scratches and wounds.

"Fine, I will stay out of too much trouble" He gives you a chaste kiss before slipping his mask on and swinging into the cafeteria.

Loud clanging sounds are heard from the cafeteria and you hear Jake throwing a few playful quips here and there as you try to guide everyone to safety. "I'M NOT A MONSTER!!!!" a scream echoes through the building. "I know you're not." Jake whispers, trying to calm down the broken soul in front of him. "THEN WHY IS IT THAT NO ONE LOVES ME? NOT MY MOM, NOT MY DAD, NOT MY EX! WHEN WILL I FIND LOVE?? Will you help me?" The girl sobs, breaking down in front of your boyfriend. "Wait what? I mean, you will find love eventually..... But for now you need to love yourself." He reaches his hand out to pull her up from the wall of plants she pulled up with her powers.

Jake suddenly gets himself pulled in by said girl as she traps him in her plant. "Knew you would fall for a poor, unfortunate soul." She says, chuckling darkly. "I TRUSTED YOU FLO!" your betrayed boyfriend shrieks.

"Too bad spidey, now you're all mine" she says and starts walking to him and Jake starts to expect the worst lashing he's had in weeks and closes his eyes for the impact which never came.

In front of his eyes stood his strong and brave girlfriend yanking the hair of Flo; a teen who magically started having super powers related to her favorite superhero: poison Ivy.

"STACY NO GET OUT OF HERE" Jake yells as he tries to free himself off the binds.

"THIS BITCH TRIED TO TAKE MY MAN I AIN'T BACKING DOWN SUPERPOWER OR NOT!!!" You scream vigorously pulling the hair of the deranged female in front of you.

Jake frees himself and brings you to safety and removes his mask.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He whisper-shouts, mad. "The bitch wanted MY man.... I will have a problem with that" you explained.

Jake just shook his head and pulled his mask on. "STAY. PUT. HERE." He warns sternly as he swings off, leaving you sitting on a rooftop with your feet dangling in the air.

A good 20 minutes pass by when you feel something wrap around your neck. Before you can respond, you loose your vision and consciousness.

The first thing you see after the incident is the ground at least 80 feet below you and a gag around your mouth. Your boyfriend is fighting the crazy plant girl Flo as he keeps checking on you, dangling right above a vat of weird chemicals.

"WELCOME TO MY HOME GWEN STACY, AKA SPIDEY'S WHORE!" Flo screams from some random floor in the building which you were dangling from. You notice plants holding your arms and neck, keeping you from plunging to your death. You look frantically for a way to escape when one of the plants holding your right hand lets go, leaving you dangling by your left hand and your throat.

"THE CHILDREN OR THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SPIDEY!" Flo yells as a bus of children are dropped along with you from either sides of the building. "SAVE THE KIDS!" You scream before plunging to your inevitable death. You see you boyfriend rushing to save the kids at your word and you close your eyes accepting fate when you feel something sticking onto your chest as you open your eyes to see your boyfriend's web attached to you. "I can do both, Spider-man always does both."

You were only a few feet above the ground and it was almost too late and you look at your boyfriend one last time with his mask on as a plant attacks him, leaving you to hit the ground as a shooting pain surges through your body and you breathe no more.

You have a dream with Jake and you smiling and holding your grandkids, but you knew all too well that you were gone.

On the other side of the battle field, Jake's watch glows. The words 'Canon intact' flash the screen as he sees Miguel from his peripheral vison. The words Gwen from 65 rung in his head as he fought Flo with tears streaming down his face.

"In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-man.... and in every other universe, it doesn't end well."

A/N; I finally figured how to make this thing work so, made some changes! Hope you like it!!

#Enhypen #jake enhypen #jake enha #spiderman #alternate universe #gwen stacy #reader is gwen stacy #angst #enhypen angst

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (3)

It takes me a few days to be able to find my way around Saltburn without Venetia’s help. The room I’m staying in - across the hall from Venetia’s - is tucked away in the eastern wing of the house, which makes it easy to get to the dining room and the kitchen, but hard to get to the library (which I don’t know why it’s called a library when it’s very obviously a living room). In a house as lavish as Saltburn, you’d think there’d be plenty of landmarks to guide me, but all of the portraits look the same when they’re not my relatives. 

Still, by the third day, I manage to make it down to the library after changing out of my bikini without getting lost. 

Venetia is lounging on the couch when I come down the hall, and I plop down beside her, letting my head fall nicely onto her shoulder. “Hey.” The scent of vanilla wafts over me, and I find my eyes drifting to the necklace that hangs on her collarbones. “You’re more done up that usual - should I go back upstairs and put something nicer on?”

She gives me the up-and-down that totally means I should go back upstairs and put something nicer on. “No, that’s cute. It’s not like anything - Felix and Farleigh are supposed to get in today, is all.”

“Ah, yes Felix.” I say. The brother that I’ve heard so much about, but not yet met. I feel like I know him just about as well as Venetia does, just from how much she talks about him. If she hadn’t told me that he was her brother, I’d think he was her long distance boyfriend. “I can’t wait to put a face to all the stories I’ve heard.”

“Farleigh will be so excited that he’s got another American to talk to.” She says. 

“Yes, you’ve been saying.” I say, making myself more comfortable against her side. It sort of feels like she’s already trying to pawn me off on her cousin so that she can spend more time with her brother, but I shouldn’t take it personally - she’s just missed him, I think. And after being surrounded by pretentious Brits at Cambridge for a year, having another American to talk to does sound pretty refreshing. 

She rests her head on top of mine. “You have to promise me something, Evie.”

“Yeah, of course.” I say.

“You can’t fall in love with Felix.”

The seriousness that she says it in almost makes me laugh. “V, I’m not going to fall in love with your brother. You’ve told me stories about how he used to piss his pants on purpose to have to come home from elementary school.”

“Primary.” Venetia corrects, and I can feel her cheek move against the top of my head as she grins. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I? You can’t tell him I told you that.”

“Cross my heart.” I say. “And cross my heart that I’m not going to fall in love with him either?”

“Promise?”

I don’t get a chance to answer before the sound of the massive front doors creaking open filters through the room, and Venetia shoots up from her seat beside me, brushing her hands down her front before heading out of the library. Not wanting to be left behind alone in the library, I quickly follow along. 

Ahead of me, Venetia moves through the house with ease, breezing down the hall towards the massive foyer, blonde hair fluttering out behind her from her own breeze. I keep up a few steps behind her, and try to calm my nerves. I’ve already met her parents - so why am I nervous about meeting her brother? Just because Venetia thinks so highly of him doesn’t mean that I will, but after hearing all the stories, it’s a little infectious, her reverence of him.

As we round the bend into the foyer proper, Venetia squeals, rushing forward towards a very tall boy who I can assume is Felix. He grins wide when he sees her coming, and scoops her up into a hug when they crash together. He looks like her in the way that all siblings look like each other - and it makes me think that maybe beauty just runs in the family. I can see why Venetia was worried about me falling in love with him. 

“Hi.”

Another voice to the right draws my attention away from Venetia and her brother. Another boy, just as tall as Felix, stands a few feet away, a halo of curls around his head and a wry smile on his face. Everything about him exudes confidence, down to the little smudge of glitter sticking out of the collar of his tee shirt, like he simply hasn’t bothered to wipe away last night’s partying. 

By process of elimination, I can assume this is Farleigh. 

“Hi.” I return, shooting him a smile back. 

It’s as if my voice jolts Venetia back to reality. “Oh- Felix, Farleigh, this is my friend Evie, from school. She’s staying the summer with us-” She steps back from her brother. “Where’s yours, Fi?”

“Oh, Ollie?” Felix asks. “Yeah, he’ll be down in a few days, poor lad got stuck with the last round of exams so he’s still at Oxford.”

“Poor lad.” Farleigh repeats, exaggerating his pout. 

Venetia grins. “You don’t like him, Far?”

Farleigh returns her smile, and leans forward to flick her on the tip of the nose. “Not in the slightest.” When he rights himself, his gaze turns to me. “Venetia says you’re American.”

“I am.” I say.

“Where from?” He asks. 

“New York.” I say.

He cocks his head, and grins. “Brooklyn?”

I can’t help but smile back. “Is it that bad?” I laugh. “What about you, where are you from?”

“Rhode Island. Bristol.” He says. “But I lived in Manhattan for a little while with my dad.” 

My attention is stolen when Felix sticks his hand out to shake. I grin as I take his hand, and he returns the gesture. “Lovely to meet you Evie. It’s so exciting that Venetia’s brought a friend for the summer - I’m always worried she gets sick of all the testosterone by the end of holiday.”

“I was starting to think you didn’t have any friends, V.” Farleigh adds, his eyes flicking over to Venetia. 

“Shove off, Farleigh - when was the last time you brought someone back for the summer?” Venetia says, taking her brother by the hand and starting back towards the library. Farleigh and I follow along in their wake, Farleigh’s nose wrinkling up as he frowns. “You know Mum and Dad would let you if you asked.” She says. 

Farleigh just rolls his eyes. 

“Where are Mum and Dad anyway?” Felix asks, tilting his head like they might be hiding in one of the rooms we pass. 

“Mum went off with Pamela to town, one of the boutiques, I think, and Dad should be around here somewhere.” Venetia says. “Probably got lost in a book. Anyway- you’ve got to catch me up, it’s been months since Christmas, tell me everything!”

Farleigh rolls his eyes again, but this time it’s playful, and he looks at me pointedly, like I’m in on the joke. And in a way - I am. I know exactly what he’s thinking. I’m beginning to see it myself now that Felix and Venetia are in the same room, and I smile back, sympathetic.

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#saltburn #saltburn x reader #farleigh start x oc #farleigh start x reader #farleigh x reader #farleigh start

[jils-things]

❨♡❩ valentine's week ; familial day

familials have been such an important factor in my time as a selfshipper recently because i truly came to appreciate what is familial love. it's just that really nice feeling of pride and appreciation for someone you really care about. i'm excited to say that i have a lot in my roster to share! reading isn't mandatory for anyone viewing - writing my feelings help me articulate my words well.

first and probably my most important one yet is ruby stone! at first, I wasn't really interested in the whole "he's my son concept" but i just knew that ruby was an instant favorite of mine after reading the manga. it's funny, because i actually did kin him at one point (i mean, i can still say i kin him but because i'm a selfshipper first, manga consumer second. i see him as my son more). i see myself a lot in him especially in his flaws. but because a friend told me it would be fun if i had called him a familial, it wouldn't be so bad (and steven is also there. wouldn't it be a cute family?). i initially drafted jaide stone and ruby to just be friends but ruby has a special attachment to her (due to his personal issues with his father) but that shit changed FAST and thus, ruby stone was born. i adore my silly boy, he makes me so happy and i admire his character. he's different from the other protagonists and it makes him stand out all the more. I'm so proud of him, his whole story made me so emotional and i just want to hug him and let him know everything's okay and he has every right to be who he wants.

am i allowed to talk about my husband? i mean he IS ruby's father so,,, heheh. ill keep it short or else it becomes a romantic love letter to my hunni sorry 😚 anyways i always imagined steven to want to have kids and ruby was the best thing he ever asked for. he's so proud of him too. they went through a rough patch as a father and son but things gotten better and they're very happy to call each other family. 💚

ahh, my favorite silly stinky little brother. gold! this one's got a long history. i was always a big fan of ethan/gold as a protagonist in the games. but i had no idea that this version ethan (or as the manga calls him, gold.) was simply the best for me. he's got this special spark that really checks off my list of what makes a character my favorite! just like ruby, i also see myself a lot in him. (heck, even my sister thinks i'm super gold-coded) he was so shaped to be my best friend or little brother, and i picked the latter. he's probably the most comedic, and has a very deep emotional side that i like to philosophize about. po.kespe kids are written with much difficulty and he's no exception. if i had a brother, i feel like this is how i would treat him.

okay this one's gonna be SUPER confusing which i'll apologize over and over again i'm so sorry 😭😭 for this one, i'd like go introduce blake and nate (respectively). these two are completely different from each other, but i still have this maternal/big sister care for both of them. just like gold - nate is one of my favorite protagonists by game and learning their personalities in both manga and game (pkmn masters ex) made me adore them even more. i think ilynne (oc) is the first girl who has more priority over familial and platonics than romantics. i think that's very cool! it's hard to say everything here why i love both versions but if you took a look for yourself, maybe you'll understand hehe. (also, nate just has the BEST protagonist design. hello? who wouldn't love him? definitely not me!!!!) it was only because of pkmn masters ex that made me like nate a lot. his voicelines makes me feel so comforted like that's just a really happy boy! he sounds so excited for everything and his giggles just cleanse my soul 😭 i could pat his head all day. silly pineapple boy. blake just... i dunno man. it's probably because i already liked his base design so naturally I'd like his manga ver too 😭 they pulled a wildcard in designing this kid like he's a fuckin agent!!! that's so cool!!! hes a fuckin hater!!! look at him go i can fix the edgy kid !!! by being his mom!!! (lore accurate btw)

ah yes. the most fanbase developed kid ever. it's carmine! this kid is so special. his entire existence came from a fan created f.n.f mod and everyone ran with it - just like me. i remember constantly keeping tabs with this mod and i was always curious to know what carmine has in his story - playing the mod itself was such a pleasant surprise. my whole attention was shifted to carmine's story - it's rewritten slightly to make the creepypasta more impactful and it certainly did make me feel sympathetic for the little guy. giving him the sweetest and admired big brother to love and care for him was the best design i ever thought of. after the devs added more story, it made me feel all the more protective of carmine. unfortunately he's not the most lively boy around as he's bullied for his insignificance. i would do anything to let him know he's loved. (AGGRESSIVELY FORGETS THE PART WHERE HE'S PAINFULLY POSSESSED BY THE FUCKIN GHOST BEGONE!!!!)

i think what also powered how much i love carmine was the endless support i got from the actual fans of the mod on twt. even the devs approved it and it made me feel so happy and reassured that it's okay to appreciate him (it was actually a little nerve-wracking to post rhys and carmine on twt because carmine is... technically an oc). that's why i describe carmine to be a special kind of fo. he's an oc of a mod and that's pretty neat

those are my main familials, but i'd also like to give a shoutout to my secondary familials!

when i tell you there's so many cool characters in this game I wasn't JOKING. these guys are so... AUGHH i feel like they would be the best guys to have around to make my day better. looker is more uncle shaped to me, he's not exactly the BEST caretaker (shh i know emma) but i know he's trying his best. it's hard to juggle being an agent and a friend but i understand that and i appreciate his efforts. playing platinum to see this guy appear, i just KNEW he's gonna be the coolest. and i wasnt wrong! he's associated with my oc ilynne along with blake! for po.kespe consumers, yes - they are all coworkers!

professor sy.camore is definitely a father figure to me. i love his enthusiasm and i know he's the best guy to cheer someone up. his cheerfulness is endless and he literally mentors 4 kids, if he can do that then surely he can make my day better (a miserable young adult /jjj) i really wanted to make a kalosian oc for him. i envisioned the oc to be an ex team flar.e member who wanted to renew herself from her past deeds (as she was foolish to not understand lysandre's grand plan) and sy.camore was there to rescue her from her crisis and helped her start somewhere by being a student under his care. they would develop a father-daughter dynamic and i think that's very sweet 🥺💚

in case you noticed. my main familials are a case of like ... me wanting to nurture them. but my secondaries are the other way around and it's like... what if i was the one being nurtured and cared for? pretty cool...

that's all for today. thank you familials 💚

#~ rambling #~ lovemail #ruby.fam #gold.fam #carmine.fam #i accidentallu posted it and im pretty sure its not even the right time in most timezones but ohh welll #nate.fam #blake.fam #looker.plat #sycamore.fam

[ourtearsofrain]

Salty Dogs, Anyone? (J.M.K/O.C) (Save a Horse Universe)

Summary: Continuation/offshoot of Ride a Cowboy; what happens between Josh and Austin that night.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Male OC

Genre: fluff, drabble

Word Count: 1 k

Warnings: none, they’re cute and gay; brief mentions/implication of sex between Sam and Danny, and Josh and Austin, but as lighthearted comments or jokes.

A/N: I would highly highly recommend reading Save a Horse and Ride a Cowboy, as this is a sort of continuation/offshoot of Ride a Cowboy. Hope y’all like this short little fic, I’ve really enjoyed expanding on the stories of the boys and their oc boyfriends :)

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[Brief excerpt from Ride a Cowboy as a timeline reminder]:

They reach Josh and Austin, and Danny taps on his brother’s shoulder to pull his attention away from his partner. He has to almost yell over the music, “Hey, Sam and I are heading out right now, so if you want to stay, you’ll need another ride.”

Josh’s face is immediately painted with concern, “Alright, you guys ok?” His eyes sweep over Sam, noticing the way he was beginning to uncomfortably adjust his jeans. “Oh- never mind I see you guys are more than ok.” He says with a smirk.

Austin inserts himself into the conversation, “I can take Josh home if y’all are needin’ to split.”

“Sounds good, thanks. I’m gonna go let Jake know too.”

“You two have fun.” Josh says with a wink, before Danny turns and pulls Sam towards Jake and Sirena.

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Josh turns his attention back to Austin, who’s looking at him with a quizzical smile as they resume their dance.

“What?” Josh says with a laugh.

Austin shakes his head at him, laughing with him. “Nothin’, it’s just you’re very, how do I say this? Chill, or casual about the fact they’re obviously leavin’ to knock boots, considering it’s your younger brother.”

Josh shrugs, “I don’t know, I mean, all things fuck. The trees fuck, the birds fuck, the bees fuck. Humans fuck. I mean it’s still a little ew considering, yeah, it’s my little brother but,” he pauses as Austin spins him, “I mean if he’s gonna fuck, I’d rather it be with someone I know loves him.”

“I see your point, darlin’. That’s a very mature, I mean an interestin’, but still a mature way to put it. I’m glad they have each other. I’ve only known Dan for about a year, but whenever I third wheeled with ‘em these last few months, I could tell they love each other dearly.”

Josh smiles at his observation, “Yeah, as I always say: where there is love, we must live on.”

“You say that? Sure you ain’t quotin’ some fancy-shmancy philosopher?”

He laughs at Austins comment, “Yeah pretty sure that’s an original Joshua Kiszka thought.”

“Well, that’s a mighty beautiful thought, darlin’.”

Josh’s face lights up at the compliment. “Thank you, Austin.”

Before he can say “You’re welcome”, the song changes, a look of excited recognition passing over Josh’s face.

“I’ve been lost before and I’m lost again I guess.

But I never lost this feeling or this pounding in my chest.

I have travelled many miles, I don’t wanna walk no more.

Every road and every highway led me right back to your door.”

“I love this song!”

“Sounds familiar, but you might have to remind me what it is, darlin’.”

“Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron, I love his music, it makes me want to fuck off into the woods and frolic or some shit.”

Austin laughs loudly at his comment, “Again, that’s an interestin’ way to put it but I see what you’re gettin’ at, darlin’.”

Josh chuckles, “Thank you?”

He begins singing along to the song as they dance, their movements slow and fluid as they easily match the pace of the song.

“When I open up the door, will you know me from the rest?

Will you let me lay beside you? Will you grant me my request?”

Austin listens quietly, watching his mouth as a content smile plays across his lips as he sings. “You’ve got a beautiful singin’ voice, darlin’.”

Josh blushes a deep red at the praise, becoming slightly bashful. “Thank you. Y’know this is the second time you’ve complimented me tonight with something about me being “beautiful”. I feel bad for not returning the favor.” He jokes.

“Don’t, darlin’. You’re a beautiful person, you deserve for someone to remind you every once ‘n a while.”

Josh looks down, too flustered to make eye contact with him as he builds his courage. “Again, thank you. Can I…” his nerves cut him off, causing him to take a second to gather his bravery again. He looks back up at Austin, bringing his arms up to rest on his shoulders, crossing his wrists behind his head. “Can I kiss you?”

Austin grins, “Course you can, darlin’.”

Josh brings his lips up to Austin, slightly pulling him down into their kiss with his wrists, still crossed behind his head. Austins hands find a place on his sides, drawing him towards his body.

They stand this way for a few seconds as everything else fades into background noise and they lose themselves in the other. They both pull away at the same time, smiling as they stand with their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed as they take the moment in.

“Wanna get outta here?” Austin asks. When he sees Josh’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, he clarifies. “Not that we gotta do anythin’ tonight! That’s not what I was implyin’ at all! It’s just loud and busy in here, didn’t know if you wanted to maybe go somewhere quieter. We can stay if you’d like, darlin’.”

“No no, we can leave.” Josh flashes a genuine smile at him, “It’d be great to talk and just hang out in a quieter place. We can head to my place? Gotta make you that Salty Dog sometime like I promised.”

Austin returns his smile, “That sounds fantastic, darlin’. Haven’t had nearly enough to drink tonight.” He jokes.

“Back to my place it is. Lead the way to your car?” he motions dramatically towards the exit with his arms.

“You gonna let Jake know you’re leavin’?”

Josh steals a glance towards him, seeing he was still dancing with Sirena, focused on her as she smiles wide at him.

“As much as I’d hate to interrupt their moment, I should probably ask if he needs a ride home.”

They make their way over to the pair and Josh taps Jake when they reach them.

“Hey, Austin and I are heading back to our place, need a ride?”

“Na,” he nods towards Sirena, “Sebastians taking me home. You guys better be done by the time I get back, I swear to god if I hear anything, I’m smothering you with a pillow while you’re asleep.”

Josh and Austin both blush at the comment, Josh rolling his eyes at his twin as he replies, “We’re not gonna do anything, Jake. Stop being so melodramatic."

Jake smiles at this, “Uh huh, right. Either way, have fun.”

Josh shakes his head at his twin, “Thanks, Jake. See you later.” He says before turning away, grabbing Austin’s hand and intertwining their fingers as they make their way towards the door.

He looks up at Austin, “Ready?”

“Hell yeah, darlin’.”

They leave the building, leaning against each other as they walk towards Austin’s car, both looking forward to the opportunity to get to know each other better over drinks in the comfort of Josh’s home.

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A/N: As always, thank you so much for reading. If you enjoy this series, I can guarantee right now that Josh and Austin, Jake and Sebastian, and Sam and Danny's lives together within this universe will continue to be expanded on soon! :)

Songs mentioned:

Love Me Like You Used To- Lord Huron

(Edit) Also I realize now after posting it that the pics I used for the fic won’t make full sense until after reading the offshoot fic I have for Sebastian and Jake, but I like it so I’m keeping it. Expect Seb and Jake’s POV soon ;)

#fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #josh gvf #josh kiszka x oc #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka

[malltake12]

𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒚!

Shuri is 18 Ramiah(my oc, reader is Ramiah) is 18

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂.

Ramiah got sent to this private school for smart teens in California, Shuri put herself in that school because she just wanted to go.

( T'challa and the Queen are still alive!)

Fluff,smut?, getting caught .

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓰𝒔

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕,𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑,𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 😽😽

NOT PROOF READ SO SORRY FOR ERRORS GUYS!!

Welp I hope y'all enjoy this story! 😮‍💨

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•Ramiah and shuri have been secretly dating for 5 months and Ramih thinks it's a good idea to take shuri with her to her home town for Christmas.

Her family is very excited to meet shuri and to know that your dating a princess is very special to them so they also got her some gifts.

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" Hey bae I think it's time I get a new hairstyle.." shuri has been talking to you about taking her braids out and getting a hair cut but she could never pick what she wanted, and y'all leave in 3 days so y'all had to figure Thai out quickly.

You searched up and down on Pinterest and found a hair cut you think would suit her.

( this is what she wanted)

You showed her the picture and she loved it.

She was cheesing so hard after her hair cut she was excited to show you and her mom and brother and Ofcourse your family.

Shuri ended up calling t'challa.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳(FaceTime)

" Hey! Shuri how you been? You excited for the American tradition og the holly chrsitmas??" He started the call with all of these questions .

" Look Brother look!" She showed herself and her hair

" OMG! You look amazing!" Her mother shouted from the back.

" yea you look good shuri."

" ik im so excited to show her and her family."

" where's Ramiah?"

" she's in the shower rn"

" oh yea wait for her to come out don't be like those American kids that invaded privacy." T'challa exclaimed trying to make a point.

" alright we'll I'll let the Black panther go, I'll see y'all later love you guys bye." She hung up quickly as she heard the shower turn off."

𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫

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You walked out with a towel wrapped around your body and with lotion in your hand. You didn't notice shuri was standing there watching you. You dropped your towel and put on a bra and underwear and then lotion up the rest of your bare skin. You turned around and jumped.

" WTF! Shuri you scared me.!" You started laughing after you saw her and walked up to her and out your arms around her neck while you hugged her not even noticing you were butt booty naked infront of her. Not like it was first time she seen you snaked but like it wasn't an on going thing.

Shuri put her hands on your waist and then started easing her hands to your ass and cupped ur cheeks in her hands.

" Big smile, Big heart,Big ass...wow I'm in heaven" you didn't even notice her hair until you backed away from her.

" OMG! Bae you look so cute!!!!" You praised her.

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2 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.

It's a day before you and shuri leave the school to take a plane to your home town. NYC. It was going to be dressing cold there so you and shuri had to buy new coats, gloves,hats, and boots. Yknow y'all had to be  nice and warm since shuri never experienced the cold cold of nyc you had to get your baby right.

You and shuri left the next moring and got there in the after noon. Y'all left at 7 am and got there at 12pm(noon).

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"alright shuri don't be nervous there nice and welcoming and they might ask weird questions but remember don't take it to heart."

" alright my love."

You knocked on the door and it opened in an instant.

" hey sweetie and hello shuri!" Your mother was so excited. Now your uncles always acted like this when you brought your dates home female or male. Your uncles was happy to see you and her but they just had to be real and ask some questions. It was December 23rd.

You showed shuri to your room and it was very much like you.

" wow I baby your room is so pretty she aw'ed in love for your room she really liked it." Your mom came upstairs and told y'all that shuri was gonna sleep on your little folding couch bed and you n shuri agreed.

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You and shuri was chilling on your bed the door closed and y'all was watching " how the grinch stole Christmas (2018)" and eating some green popcorn  to match the vibe you just put green food coloring in the butter.

" bae..." shuri looked at you with her puppy dog eyes.

" yea ?" You sat a little bit becuase shuri was laying her head on your lap.

She cupped your face a little and kissed you very passionately. You melted into her touch and lips . She sat up and moved the bowl of popcorn to your night stand and turned you over so that you were sitting on her lap on top of her.

She bit your lip and you let her in and she explored ur mouth.

" mmh shuri." You mumbled but she she didn't let you go.

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She had her hands rigged down in ur pants slowly rubbing on ur clit and inserting 2 fingers.

U had to keep kissing shuri to hold back ur moans.

" u like that huh,love?" She made fun of the way you kept kissing her and biting your lip to keep ur moans in.

There was a knock at your door and before you and shuri could stop the door opened and shuri quickly lid down on your stomach to hid ur bare bottom and she played as if she was sleep.( she is very good at it)

" um hey what you guys doing?"

Your mom asked you kinda confused on why shuri was laying on you and why you looked kinda out of breath.

" shuri is laying her fat head on me that's what's going on" you started laughing n later your mom started laughing ,she then left saying that the food will be done in 10 mins.

( close one)

DINNER TIME!!🍗

"So how long have you and my sister been together?" Your older brother asked, your brother was only 20 years old and he went to a medical school.

" we been together for 5 months"

Shuri told them.

You all shifted to your HUMONGOUS loving room to watch a movie...a scary movie and when I say scary movie I mean we boutta watch conjuring. ( I've never watch this movie I just know it's like a doll and shit, so don't get on me!!😀) when your family suggested the movie because they know you don't FUAK with that shit at all but you wasn't boutta bitch out on ya gf so you decided to grab a blanket some water and ur gf and y'all sat together on the couch and your the others sat on like the chairs of the floor or the other two couches.

When the movie started u were already scared and your head was bucking from the blanket to the screen.

Shuri caught on and started slightly giggling at you , she wasn't one to be scared of a fake ass movie based on true events so the move to her wasn't scary at all.

" AHH!" You screamed when something jumped out on the screen and everyone started laughing.

About a an hour and 2 mins in you decide you seen enough and wanted to go to your room but you were scared to go upstairs cause all the lights were all off and you would have to walk in the middle of the of the hall to turn the switch so you begged shuri to come with you so that you can go to your room and watch cartoons. Soon she obliged to she came with you and held your hand and turned on the lights to the hallway and the room.

You were still scared.

So you made her stay with you while you watched SpongeBob and shit.

" look bae I wanna go back downstairs the movie is probably over by now" she started whining to you

" no baby stay with me...please...." You came up with a plan in your mind while she was whining you were gonna seduce her.

" why you talkin like that?" She noticed ur change in voice in your last two words

" like what...just stay with me....pls" while you were saying your last words you pulled her hand towards ur 😽😽 cause you also wanted to finish what y'all started earlier.

" bae...stop before you start something and I'm not stopping." She tried to warn you like she does ( that never really works till after) " I'm not scared..." you tried to play big dog

" ight my love whatever you say"

5 mins later.

Shuri was now eating your like it was her last meal.

“ shuri…fuck…..RIGHT THERE!” You whisper screamed to her and pushed her head down further while your legs started shaking

Suddenly you started shaking even more than wet urself. You squirted on shuri. This was the first time you’ve ever squirted. You got embarrassed and covered your very breathy face under a pillow and closed your legs.

“ wow bae didn’t know you were a squirter” she was making her way to your bathroom in your room and wiping her face with a rag and then brung a warm rag to clean you.

She saw your position you were still sitting up kinda shifted and with a pillow covering your face and your legs closed.

“ cmon bae open your legs cause if I do imma start eating you out again.”

“ no! I’m embarrassed I didn’t know I could do that.”

“ well me either but that doesn’t matter open up before I do it, we gotta clean you.”

Your didn’t open your legs so she forced them open and started cleaning you down there and wiping off the cum and (water) off you while she was cleaning you up she kept looking at her she tried to fight the urge to not kiss her but she couldn’t hold it no more. She started pecking your clit then she went to eating your out again very slow as if she was making out with your front lips.

“ shuri I can’t take it” you whined but your pleaing fell on deaf ears as she quicker her pace. She decided she needed to use something else so she picked you up and sat you on your sink and ran you a warm bath and she told you to playing your self to open yourself up while she set up your bath. “Shuri…” you cried while you bit on your shirt while you played with yourself. She came back to the bathroom and locked the door she had y’all’s phones and a toy in her hand. A strap. It was a vibranium strap that made her feel what you feel.

“ you opened up baby..” when you and her would get like this her voice would be deep and raspy and seductive.

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She was hitting it hard. She was hitter your happy spot with every thurst making you scream out loud not caring about your family members that are downstairs.

“ uh uh uh shuri…oh my good shuri! I’m about to cum omg omg omg omg” you came and shortly after she came with you.

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You and shuri was sleeping your freshly new sheets( you had extra sheets in your closet and just threw the other one in a first clothes hamper.

You and shuri was laying down tired asf cause y’all just fucked like ya life depended on it. Y’all was watching all American home coming.

You were the first to fall asleep and shit feel asleep after you.

THE NEXT MORING

You tried to get up but you feel kids hard in your rug and it jerked shuri awake.

“ omg bae are you ok??”

“ no your fucked me up”

“ oh yea sorry” she started laughing your face and you started laughing shortly after but then your phone started ringing it was your mom.

“ hey mom!”

“ hey so how was your night?”

“ it was ok”

“ it didn’t sound “ just ok””

“ wym”

“ I mean y’all were very loud last night I didn’t think y’all was even on that part of y’all relationship yet but keep it down next time and we’re all going out to eat so y’all get dressed nicely ok?”

“ ok” you hung up wackily and told shuri it’s her fault you were so loud.

THATS THE END

This was very fun to write I hope y’all liked it and sorry I haven’t posted ina. While I’ve had lots of work to do with my school and stuff. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ( this was 2154 words long🙀🙀😨)

#shuri is a eater #shuri x black!reader #shuri smut #x black fem reader

[tokito-dulya20]

THAT'S WHAT SIBLINGS ARE FOR

Midoriya siblings fanfic (Oc and canon fic)

Characters: Izuku Midoriya and Pixychu Midoriya (my BNHA OC)

[this was the only midoriya siblings art i had

(￣ω￣;) ]

{Pixychu is Deku’s adopted sister. They hang out and she comes out to Deku as bisexual and lesbian. And she didn’t expect what his reaction was} 

They may not look like the average siblings, but they are… sort of. Since Pixychu is Izuku's adopted sister, they nearly look like twins with curly hair. The difference is that Deku has green hair, regular skin color and freckles meanwhile Pixychu has purple hair, snow white skin, turquoise diamonds on her cheeks, a horn, ears, and she wears a choker. Which makes sense why they look the same but they don't at the same time.

Izuku Midoriya had always had the best sibling bond with his beloved adoptive sister, Pixychu, ever since they were brought together by fate. Since they are siblings, they became an inseparable duo, supporting each other through thick and thin.

They always protect each other no matter what situation they are in. It was amidst these extraordinary circumstances that Pixychu found herself if she wanted to reveal her surprise, her sexuality.

One warm summer evening, as the sky transformed into a tapestry of hues, they went to hang out for fun because why not, they’re brother and sister. Pixychu gathered her courage and decided it was time to confide in Izuku. 

Pixychu: Hey Izuku

Pixychu whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

Pixychu: I have something important to tell you. And it’s a surprise.

Intrigued, Izuku turned towards his sister, his eyes brimming with unwavering trust. 

Deku: What's the matter, Pixychu?

Taking a deep breath, Pixychu mustered the strength to express her truth. 

Pixychu: I don’t know what your reaction will be when I tell you this… umm.. I’m bisexual… and lesbian.

The revelation hung in the air, teetering on the precipice of uncertainty. However, rather than falter, Izuku's face lit up with a warm smile. 

Deku: Pixychu, I accept you for who you are, no matter what. You're my sister, and I'll always support you.

Relief and joy washed over Pixychu, accompanied by a sense of empowerment. He hugged his sister. Inspired by Izuku's unwavering acceptance, she confided further. 

Pixychu: You know, Izu, I've been seeing someone. She's now my girlfriend.

Izuku's eyes widened with surprise, his heart brimming with curiosity. 

Deku: You have a girlfriend? That's amazing, Pixychu! Tell me more about her!!

As sunlight danced through the gaps of the trees, Pixychu said in a teasing tone.

Pixychu: You know what’s funny about it? I used to have a crush on Ochako, but I forgot you are dating her so… umm… you know Yukihara Fujiko?

Deku: You mean the sleepy girl in our class?

Pixychu: Yeah, that’s my girlfriend, and I love her.

As Pixychu ranted about how cute her sleepy girlfriend Yuki was, Izuku listened intently, captivated by the tale of love and discovery, the world around them fading into a beautiful blur.

Pixychu: There's something else, Izu..

 Pixychu admitted, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension. 

Pixychu: Mom knows about me and my girlfriend. She's been nothing but supportive, just like you. I told her before I told you.

Izuku touched Pixychu's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. 

Deku: Pixychu, our family is built on love and acceptance. Hearing that Mom understands and embraces you warms my heart. We are siblings, and nothing can change that.

He hugs her again, this time tighter and he has tears of joy in his eyes, knowing his sister now has a love interest.

Pixychu: Izuku.. You’re the BEST brother I ever had. 

Deku: Well, Pixychu… that’s what siblings are for.

Pixychu told Izuku that she was planning to have Yuki meet their mom since Pixychu rants about her cute girlfriend. Deku became the most supportive brother she ever had. But from then on, their bond as siblings NEVER EVER broke. 

TAGGING THOSE WITH BNHA OCS CUZ WHY NOT: @theyslaydemons @theyluvsmilo @unofficialmuilover @cloudymistedskies

#bnha oc #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #pixychu midoriya #midoriya siblings

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Baby Mammon Will Not Sit Still! (Obey Me!) fic

summary: many of the Demon Brothers have been transformed into babies. With Retha basically in charge of taking care of Mammon. Since this little demon refuses to sit still for anyone.

characters: OC Retha (a former human that was changed into a hybrid. A mix of Demon/Angel/Vampire/Sorceress. Is NOT the MC), Mammon (in baby form), Leviathan, Diavolo

content: established relationships, casual talk, lots of fluff

Retha walks through the entrance to the Demon Lord's Castle while carrying a very fussy baby Mammon. With Leviathan following behind to have a baby bag in his hands. Retha currently bouncing the very irate baby for Diavolo to walk in and smile. His chuckle expected as he walks over to pat baby Mammon on the head. Which just has Mammon stick his tongue out. This amuses Diavolo greatly as he laughs. "My my. What a right little terror you are today. Hello, Mammon. Good day to you, Leviathan. I'm glad to see the hex wore off on you at least."

Leviathan blushes to grumble a little. "It just had to be when my pact human was giving me a bath in the bathtub... I will never live that down..." Diavolo openly laughs to shake his head. "How exciting for the both of you. But I will be relieved when all of your brothers go back to normal. Hence why I am hoping this get away idea works out. How did you split everyone up?"

Retha sighs to just lift Mammon up to float him into the air for Mammon to squeal and giggle. Leviathan taking one of the tots hands so he doesn't try zooming away on them. Retha answering the question with a tired notation. "Lucifer is taking Asmodeus to your private beach house with their pact human. Solomon is in charge of helping Simeon and Luke with wrangling the twins. Satan is going to be heading here tomorrow to help Barbatos with research. So I get to deal with this adorable pain in the ass." Diavolo smirks as Mammon wiggles around in the air to then scrunch up his face and let out a rather loud fart. Leviathan sighing as the baby gives a giggle for Retha to groan. "I should have baby napped Asmo to leave you for Lucifer, you little shite. I just changed you ten minutes ago."

Baby Mammon giggles for Retha to shake her head and heave a sigh of air. While Diavolo asks, "Has Mammon been a terrible boy today?" Leviathan nods to state, "He woke us all up at five am. And hasn't stopped causing mischief since then. He will not take a nap. He will not sit in his high chair. Giving him a bath is a one way trip to the one bathing him getting soaked. And not in water..."

Diavolo covers his mouth to try and not laugh at this. While Retha scoops baby Mammon into her hands to tickle him without mercy. The tot squealing and laughing to wiggle around and try and escape. Which leaves Mammon breathless for Retha to snuggle him and smirk. "Yes. You think you are so smart. But I am the tickle monster. Keep it up and I'll tickle you to death."

Baby Mammon gives a squeak to look intimidated for once. Leviathan smiling to note with humor, "Like you'd do that. Face it. The real reason you chose to take him is because you are up for the challenge and didn't want him to turn Lucifer's hair white. But I figure that we are more than capable of keeping this little terror from destroying the Devildom. So. Does Lord Diavolo want to be the next one to play with the cute little monster?"

Diavolo nods to scoop baby Mammon up and toss him into the air. Which had Mammon go wide eyed and laugh to fall for Diavolo to catch him. Tossing Mammon into the air again as Leviathan walked with Retha towards the back garden area. Leading the dragon hybrid by the hand to say, "This way. Barbatos is waiting for us with special tea and a filling venison stew. So we have the energy to tackle tonight with the miniature Mammon. I also brought us a slice of life anime to watch if we have to pull an all nighter." Retha smiles to lean over and give Leviathan a kiss on the cheek. Which has him blush as the group heads for the back garden as baby Mammon laughs in sheer delight.

#obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #fanfiction #obey me! shall we date? #Obey Me! fanfiction #Obey Me! fanfic #obey me! leviathan #Obey Me! Mammon #Obey Me! Diavolo

[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 9)

Masterlist

Pairings: Hank Voight x Female OC, Will & Jay Halstead x Sister!OC

“If you’re going to hit me, do it now and get it over with.” Henry told Jay.

I had managed to wrangle my brothers and Henry into a joint dinner and it wasn’t really going well. Besides how awkward it was while we were waiting for the table, alcohol was ordered before water could even be brought out.

We made it through the appetizers with me talking most of the time but by the time we got to the entrees, the tension was palpable.

“Are you excited to be back at your place?” I asked Jay.

“No, I hate my place now that I’ve been at yours.” Jay laughed.

“Isn’t your lease up soon?” Will asked him.

“Yeah I gotta figure out if I’m going to renew or not.” He shrugged.

“If you need a roommate…” Will trailed off.

“Is it that bad?” I asked him.

Henry looked a little confused, so I whispered “Nat” in his ear.

“Let’s just say I probably won’t be needed moms ring anymore.” He sighed.

“You moving out?” Jay asked.

“I think I have to. I’m definitely going to need a roommate though, this malpractice insurance on top of student loans is eating the shit out of my paychecks.” Will sighed.

I got to pondering for a second before deciding to save the day.

“Well big brothers of mine, I have a solution to both of your problems.” I mused.

“You’re going to let us both move in?” Will snorted.

“Definitely not. My dad does however own another apartment in my building. It’s a 3 bedroom on the floor below mine and I’m pretty sure the tenants are moving out soon.” I offered.

“God, I don’t even want to know what the rent on that would look like.” Jay scoffed.

“Free 99 big brother. You’re family, you don’t have to pay rent.”

“Are you shitting me?” Will asked excitedly.

“Nope, as soon as I figure out when the old tenants are moving out, you two are free to move in.”

“Best sister ever!”

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“Come back to bed.”

Henry had decided to go into work on a freaking Saturday for some reason and was leaving me by my lonesome at 7 am.

“Sorry sweetheart, crime doesn’t stop just because it’s a Saturday.” He laughed.

I moped behind him like a kicked puppy while he made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. I sat on the counter with the largest pout I could muster to express my disdain for being abandoned on a Saturday of all days.

“Don’t pout baby girl.”

He maneuvered his body to stand between my open legs and lifted my pouting face with his index finger.

“Be a good girl and I’ll take you out of dessert tonight.”

“Can’t I just have you for dessert?” I grumbled.

“We’ll see sweetheart.” He laughed.

Deciding not to waste a whole day moping, I had to do some serious cleaning of my apartment from having 3 men going in and out of for over 3 months. I had a bunch of photos I had printed and framed in the hall closet just waiting to be put up. I grabbed a photo of my brothers and I while we were at Molly’s a few months ago. Right next to it was a very cute photo of Henry and I when we were at museum. I can’t believe that Henry and I have been together for nearly 6 months. I love that man more than I really should at 6 months but what can I say? When you know, you know.

I also found a box of my Amazon monthly restocks and headed to put them away. I was putting away the items in my bathroom when I got to the tampons and realized that the box I already has was still full. Why was it still full?

Immediately leaping for my phone, I went through my calendar and realized that I was a dumb bitch who was late on her period.

“What the fuck!” I whined.

I was too scared to go get a test myself so I used Instacart to order a pregnancy test, a bottle of champagne if its negative and a bag of sweets if its positive. 45 long minutes later it was here and I was about to throw up out of nervousness.

I wanted to call Henry and ask him to come back but I didn’t know how he was going to react and the thought of him rejecting me scared me more than anything else.

“Come on Charlie, pull your big girly panties up and get this done.” I yelled at myself.

3 of the longest minutes of my life passed as I stared down at the counter, about to pull the towel off my test that will change my entire life.

“Sweetheart?”

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#chicago pd #hank voight #hank voight x reader #jay halstead #jay Halstead x reader #will halstead #will Halstead x reader #chicago fire #chicago med