#ok yeah it's Fred and shit

[malewifemanhunter]

only the glenn whimpering part

#glenn howerton #dennis reynolds #iasip #ok yeah it's Fred and shit #and I might've just realized it's a minor and that might be problematic uhhhh #to me it's glenn. and dennis #is it problematic? #is it?????? #shit #ummm yeah pls let me know if it is #velma #velma hbo

[goon-in-gotham]

Day 25 of Timtober - fear

#dc #tim drake #timtober #i have projected on my fear of repression and being muted on to timmy #yall think he would actually suffer from this or 🤔 #i mean hes bi and also very gender and living in a high class fam gotta have some effects #oooof yeah jack drake bro #jack drake def homophobeic :/// #mabye yeah #not just about lgbtq i think #mabye gets seen as silly little boy does not know shit about himself dont trust him no hes not gay hes just confused #oh god im realiseing my tramua #bruce is not homophbic and he has a bf and also surrounded by loving freds and fams so he probablly not so repressed #any more at least #hn #i mean autism also repression #so #double i guess #wait actually i have thriple 🤔 i get extra points? #ok mabye more than thriple #oh god i am so repressed arent i #well timmy will also be ive decided then #hrn🤔🤔🤔 #wow this is long tags

[george-weasleys-girl]

I saw your requests are open and I couldn't help myself 🤭 I was wondering if I could have some Fred fluff with

"I never said I was in love with her!" "Maybe not out loud."

maybe at Grimmauld place and readee is a part of the order? thanks so much and I hope the New Year treats you wonderfully!

A Little Confession

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: a couple curse words

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Y/N sneezed as she stepped through the door into Grimmauld Place. It wasn't at all as she'd envisioned it. She'd expected the Black family home to put on a more regal air or at least be a little less dusty. And, perhaps, it once did. Instead, the years of neglect had left it dark, dingy, and a little depressing. She might've reconsidered her decision, were it not for the sudden laughter of one particular redhead echoing down the shadowy hallway.

Fred Weasley, of course, wasn't the only reason she joined the order. Though it might've appeared that way to any onlookers. She fiercely supported Harry and the cause. Fred was merely the linchpin that cemented her decision.

Y/N had had a crush on the older twin since their fourth year. And while they knew each other, she was never a part of his inner circle. Too shy to approach him directly, she'd been looking for the right opportunity to sidle her way out of his periphery and into his focus. Joining the order gave her the opportunity to do something good and, hopefully, get a little closer to the notorious prankster.

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"Why is she here?" Fred's wide eyes watched Y/N cross the room.

George followed his twin's gaze. "Apparently, she joined the order. Is that a problem?" He asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

"No... I don't guess so... I don't know," the older twin sputtered. "I'm just surprised, is all. And, it's, you know, dangerous."

"Well then, lucky thing you're here to protect her." George chuckled and patted his brother on the shoulder before wandering off.

Fred rolled his eyes and glanced back over at Y/N, who was chatting Mad Eye.

His mind whirled off kilter. Fred had long admired Y/N. He first noticed her late in their fourth year when she laughed at one of his stupid jokes. There was something about the way she looked at him. The way her eyes sparkled and her cheeks glowed a rosy pink when he looked at her that melted his heart.

Y/N wasn't like any other girl he'd ever dated. Intelligent and insightful, she didn't just parrot back facts to the professors. She picked ideas apart and questioned everything. Even, it seemed, her own questions.

That alone made her one of the hottest girls he'd ever met. The fact that she was beautiful too was just the icing on the cake.

But what would a girl like her ever want with an impulsive jokester like him? She'd be better off with a nice, quiet nerd, he'd always surmised.

And yet her she was smiling at him from across the room.

~•~

Every time Y/N looked up, she caught Fred staring at her. But whenever she worked up the nerve to go over and talk to him, he always seemed to disappear. It was getting on her last nerve, and she was determined to find out what was going on.

As soon as she reached the top of the stairs. She heard voices from behind Ginny's bedroom door.

"You should tell Y/N," George said.

"Tell her what?" Fred snapped. "There's nothing to tell!"

"That you're in looove with her," Ginny replied, exaggerating the word love.

"I never said I was in love with her!" A note of panic tinged Fred's voice.

"Maybe not out loud," George said. "But the way you can't take your eyes off her says otherwise."

"The two of you have lost your minds!" Fred yelled, then stomped out the door, completely oblivious to Y/N's presence, until he slammed right into her.

She stumbled backward, stunned from the impact.

"Oh shit! Y/N, are you ok?" Y/N looked up to see Fred worried face hovering over hers.

"Uh yeah... yeah, I think so... "

"Here, let's sit down," Fred took her hand and led her into Ginny's room.

She nodded and followed him in, sitting beside him on the bed.

Fred glared at his siblings. "Why don't you make yourselves useful and go get Y/N something to drink?"

"Oooh, want some alone time, do you?" Ginny taunted.

Y/N looked up to find George and his little sister smirking down at them. "I - um, I could use a glass of water or something."

"Some water. Right," George chuckled. "C'mon Gin, let's go make ourselves useful." They both sauntered out of the room snickering.

Fred huffed and turned back to Y/N. "You sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, just a little dazed," she said, giving him a small smile. "I'm good."

"Good. Good. That's good..." Fred stammered. "Hey, um, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there."

"It's ok," Y/N smiled again and reached up to push her hair away from her face only to realize Fred was still holding her hand. The redhead followed her gaze to stare at their clasped hands. He broke out into a cold sweat, but before he could pull his hand away, Y/N spoke.

"Is what I heard true? You know, what George and Ginny said?"

"What, G - " Fred began. "Wait, you heard all that?" His hand still firmly held hers.

Y/N simply nodded.

"I... um... maybe," Fred's cheeks burned bright. "I just..."

"I really like you too. Alot." Y/N blurted out. "If that, uh, if that helps."

"Y-you do?" Fred's eyes went wide.

"Yeah..."

"Like, alot?"

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at the dumbfounded look on Fred's face. "Like, this much," she said, and before she could change her mind, Y/N leaned over and kissed him.

It was short but deep and passionate. And when they pulled back, their foreheads remained pressed together. "You really do like me." Fred grinned.

"Told you so," Y/N replied, pulling a chuckle and another brief kiss from the redhead.

"George and Ginny will be incorrigible - " Fred began.

"Of course we will," George bounced through the door with Ginny following close behind.

"Did we miss it?" Ginny asked, handing Y/N a tray hold glass of water and a slice of cake.

"We missed it," George clicked his tongue. "Told you we took too long."

Y/N watched their banter with her brows crinkled together. "Missed what?"

"The kiss, of course!" Ginny said as if it were completely obvious. "Hey! Maybe you two could replay it?"

"No," Fred deadpanned.

"Aw, c'mon!" Ginny pled.

"No," Fred repeated.

"But I bet you're so cute!"

"Gin - " the older twin started, but Y/N interrupted him.

"We are," she grinned and grabbed Fred's face, kissing him full-on.

Cheers erupted from their little audience.

"Happy now?" Fred asked after a few moments, his words a bit breathless.

Ginny squeed.

"I gotta admit," George said. "You two are pretty damn cute."

Fred narrowed his eyes at his siblings, but before he could say anything, George held up his hands. "Alright, alright. We're outta here now," he put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. "C'mon, sis, let's give our little lovebirds some kissy time." Then turning to wink at Fred, he herded Ginny out the door.

Once they were gone, Fred turned back to Y/N, chuckling. "Welcome to the family, love."

~•~

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[rivendell876]

Fred Weasley x Male Reader

genre: smut

warnings: dirty talk, slight bondage, marking, top!dom!fred, bottom!sub!reader, anal, creampie, blow job, spanking, pet names, porn without a plot, loss of virginity

you walked into fred's dorm, his twin telling you he was upstairs. the room was empty except for fred tinkering with something. you flopped on his bed making yourself noticed, 'you alright love?' he said sitting next to your legs, patting the back of your thigh. you sat up, 'yeah just a bit stressed' fred put his hand on your thigh, slowly moving it further upwards, 'well here's an idea. we get a silencing charm on the room and have a bit of a stress reliever' he looked into your eyes with lust, you nodded meekly, not trusting your voice. 'use your words y/n, or did you forget how?' he teased smirking down at you like you were his next meal.

'yes, fred id like that' you said with a wavy voice. fred smiled and leaned down, kissing you gently first before he got rougher, your lips smashing together between pants. your hands travelled each others bodies, he broke the kiss tilting your chin upwards to leave open mouthed kisses at your neck, tugging at your tie. he got your tie off, standing up leaving you confused. he opened the door to his dorm, placing your h/n tie on the outside doorknob, muttering a locking spell and silencing charm with his wand. he walked back over to you, grabbing your chin, making you stand up. he held the back of your head, your hands on his everything deepening the kiss, once again his tongue dancing with yours. you took control and turned him around, pushing him onto his bed, straddling his waist, quickly shrugging off your cloak before leaning back down and kissing him, hands on his face as he stroked your thighs and hips. you started to trail your kisses away from his mouth, down his chin and under his jaw, sucking just enough to leave a noticeable mark before continuing your trail, leaving another purple mark on his neck. a deep laugh erupted from his throat. 'what's so funny' you said panting, kissing his neck as you rocked your hips on his. 'it's just cute how you think you're in control' he said before quickly flipping the both of you over, him now in your position however his legs anchored your hips into the bed. you gasped in surprise. he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, as much as you tried you would never get free of his hold. he now kissed your neck instead, slowly unbuttoning your shirt with his free hand as he whispered lowly, 'i'm gonna mark you up, everyone's gonna see you're all mine' he smirked into your skin, sucking many purple spots all over your fair skin, you whimpered and panted in pleasure.

he eventually undid all your buttons, now trailing his hickeys down your chest. he let go of your hands for a second to help you shrug your shirt off. you immediately put your hands on his hips, he tutted, loosening his tie and taking it off. grabbing your hands roughly from his hips, tying his tie around them as if he'd done this before. 'fred what are you-' you said startled, cut off by your own pants. 'this ok?' he said panting himself, pinning your now tied wrists above your head easier than before, all you did was arch your back in response with a whimper. 'you like it don't you? i knew you were a kinky little shit' your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his teasing, involuntarily bucking your hips upwards as best as you could, wanting some sort of friction, your hard on unbearable neglected and tight in your trousers. he laughed down at you, thoroughly enjoying this. 'take your shirt off, it's not fair' you demanded trying to break free from his grasp. 'as you wish' he said, letting your hands go, you left them above your head, worried he would be mad if you moved them, gripping onto the red and gold material. he looked down at you lustily, unbuttoning his shirt unbearably slowly. your writhed under his hold, eyes glued to his body, you couldn't help yourself.

you moved your hands from above you to touch his soft skin, he whipped off his shirt from his arms, immediately pinning your hands a 3rd time. 'don't make me tie you to the headboard, you'd probably enjoy that though wouldnt you' a deep guttural groan escaped your lips at his words, 'fred please-' your chest heaved. he was leaning over your marked body, eyes scanning your face. 'what do you want love' he asked patronisingly, painfully slowly grinding his own erection to yours. you groaned again, 'please, l-let me suck your cock' you managed to get out. he smacked his lips, 'hm, i don't know if you deserve it, i think i need persuading. beg' he said firmly. your back arched once again in arousal at his words before you spilled begs past your lips, 'please fred please i'm begging you let me suck your cock i'll do anything please' you whined. fred found it hard hold himself back at your flushed cheeks, arched back, pleading eyes.

you were falling apart under him and he loved it. he used his not occupied hand and gently stroked your flushed cheek with the back of it, 'i don't know..' he teased smirking evilly. a whimper/moan escaped your lips, tears brimming your eyes out of desperation. 'please fred please please i need you so much please' you sobbed pathetically. a few tears leaked from your eyes. fred seemed to smirk bigger, watching you break all for him. he softly wiped your tears with his thumb, 'look at you so pathetic under me, i guess i'll let you suck me off hm? how does that sound' he spoke condescendingly, 'thank you thank you thank you' you muttered as he got off of your body and off of the bed, he dragged you by your tied hands. he sat on the side of the bed and positioned you between his legs. your mouth watered at the sight of the large tent in his trousers. you kneeled between his legs, hands on the floor like a dog as he slowly unbuckled his belt, taking it out of his trousers and chucking it away. he then unbuttoned his bottoms painfully slowly, tugging them down to his ankles. you shifted impatiently on your knees, panting slightly when you saw only one layer between you and his naked body. you shuffled closer to him, pressing against the side of the bed as he threaded his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. 'eager are we?' your head was directly in front of his crotch, his thick cock springing out and hitting your face lightly when he pulled his boxers down. your tongue excitedly poked out of your mouth and you dragged it from the base all the way to the tip. fred groaned, throwing his head back as his fingers threaded into your hair. you bring your tied hands up to his crotch, gripping the base as best as you could with the gryffindor tie keeping your hands together.

you put your lips around the tip, tongue licking his precum before sinking your mouth around him. 'bloody hell y/n, that's it, that's a good boy' fred groaned, you felt your own erection twitch at his nickname. your cheeks hollowed out as you slowly bobbed on his cock when he pulled your head off of him by your hair, a string of spit remaining. 'on the bed, all fours' he said and you hopped up as fast as you could with your hands doing as he said while he fully took off his trousers, grabbing his wand from the side. he rubbed at his cock as he turned around to you, groaning at the sight of your ass in the air for him. he kneeled behind you, hands circling your ass, landing a smack, you yelped. he reached under you unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them down and off your legs, also throwing them somewhere. he then slowly peeled off your boxers. he gripped your ass in both of his hands, needing the plump skin. 'fuck y/n’ he muttered. he grabbed his wand again, mumbling a spell, you felt yourself become loose and clean. the patted your cheeks. leaning forward and letting a glob of spit land on your hole. you flinched as it hit, panting in anticipation. he used his thumb, rubbing in his spit, pushing it into your loosened hole. you gripped the sheets in your tied hands, biting down on your lip to muffle a moan when he slapped his rock hard cock ass.

he then positioned it at your entrance before pushing the tip slowly inside, 'still so tight fuck' he said. 'fred please' you whimpered out. 'please what?' he asked knowingly, 'please rail me so hard i can't walk for weeks please' you arched your back wigging your ass slightly before yelping/moaning loudly as he rammed his full length inside of you. 'oh my god-' you muttered into the sheets when he pulled back out and slammed back in, setting a relentless pace, attacking your hole, rearranging your guts. 'yes that's it' fred said groaning, bruising the skin on your hips with his grip. 'please untie me fred please' you begged out of breath between moans. 'why should i?' he asked, smacking your ass making you yelp. 'i wanna ride you, i wanna touch you please freddie' he thrusted once more, balls smacking your own as he was fully inside you. he grabbed your hair, pulling your body up, back against his chest, 'i think i can allow that' he said, pulling out of you and moving to lay down, stroking his wet cock. you whimpered at the empty feeling as he pulled out. you crawled onto his lap with shaky legs, feeling his member against your ass, hands resting on his chest. he looked up into your eyes, hands stroking your waist to your hips and back again. you sunk down onto his cock, throwing your head back, moving your hands to your mouth to stop a moan escaping. fred tugged your hands away from your face, 'i wanna hear all those pretty noises love' he then did as promised and untied your hands. you immediately departed your wrists and placed your hands on his pecs, moving them up to his shoulders sensually. you rubbed your hands to his neck and down to his abdomen.

you looked down at him, lust being the only thing he could see in your eyes. you then rolled your hips forward, grinding down as his cock was deep seated inside you. you moaned, rolling your hips faster. 'y/n you're actually so hot it's unbelievable' fred said breathlessly as you smirked down at him, starting to bounce gently on him. fred gritted his teeth as he groaned. he could see your legs were getting weaker and started thrusting up into you, matching your bounces. 'oh fred-' he then sat up, pulling your body close to him, wrapping your arms around eachother as you both moved in tune. you ran your nails down his back, leaving bright red scratch marks, he groaned at the sting. passion and lust is the only thing that was between your sweaty, hot bodies. he then turned slightly so he was sat at the edge of the bed, standing up and picking you up with him, one hand on your ass and the other on your back.

he turned you both around and laid you on your back on the bed. he lifted on of your legs over his shoulder, hand gripping your other thigh. he once again set his relentless ramming pace. 'fuckfuckfuckfuck fred- that feels good that feels really really good' you whimpered. 'yeah it does, you like that? you like my cock balls deep inside of you? yeah?' he said huskily, reaching down to jerk your neglected cock. you moaned and whimpered loudly. 'fred i'm gonna-' you started. 'me too' he replied. 'please cum inside me fred please' fred smirked down at you once more, 'you are so kinky george, such a naughty boy' you felt a knot in your stomach as he angled his thrusts to hit your prostate head on, 'im cumming fred-' you said as your cock twitched, red tip spurting your orgasm on your stomach. you let out a loud moan, fred then bottomed out inside you again with a rough thrust, pumping his own cum inside you. you groaned at the warm empty feeling inside you as he pulled out, cum dripping out of your abused hole, 'you're so hot y/n, all fucked out like this' you panted heavily trying to get your breath back as fred picked up his wand and said a cleaning spell, scooping up your tired out body and placing you under the covers.

he got his boxers and put them back on, handing you your own as he went to take the tie off the door. he came back to the bed, pulling the curtains around incase someone came in, jumping into the bed with you under the covers. 'alright?' he asked and you nodded smiling, cuddling into his side. he put his arm under your head and you leant on his chest. you started to play with his fingers, 'did you like it?' he asked after. you nodded again with a smile. 'for my first time, i never imagined it to be that good' you chuckled. fred's eyebrows furrowed, 'wait, that was your first time?' he asked surprised. you nodded your head again, nervously this time. he groaned in annoyance, 'merlin, i didn't even think about that. if i knew i would've made it way more special' he said, free hand coming to his forehead. you smiled at him, 'hey it's alright, it was plenty special to me' he kissed your forehead, 'that's ok then' he smiled back at you. 'give me too seconds i'm gonna wash my face, my eyes hurt from the crying heh' you said embarrassed after mentioning the before activities. fred smirked at you, removing his arm. you pulled back the curtain and got out of the bed, standing up and your legs gave way, falling with a thud and a yelp. fred laughed, turning to his side leaning on his hand watching you try to walk. you glared back at him, standing up once more after gripping the bed post, legs shaky and achy you hobbled to the bathroom, fred smirking the whole time.

#fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x male reader #fred weasley smut #harry potter fic #harry potter #weasleys #weasley twins

[delimeats-000]

Princess

✧ fred weasley x fem!reader ✧

summary: Ron brings home a “friend” for Bill and Fluer’s wedding, and Fred just wants to help y/n with her dress.

warnings: sexual but not quite smut

requested.

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“You ready yet?”

“Almost!”

ron brought me as some sort of date to his older brother’s wedding.

“Are you sure it’s ok that i’m here, Ronald?”

“Yes, y/n. Mum is happy to finally meet you.”

I sigh softly.

“Listen, i’m going to head down to get some snacks and maybe that’ll relax you a bit.”, ron says holding my arms.

i nod,”Yeah, alright, thanks.”

he nods and walks away.

minutes go by, as i stand in the mirror looking to tie up my dress, i think i hear ron’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Hey, can you come here and tie up my dress, please.”

“Of course, princess.”

i look up, it’s fred. he looks good, just how you left him.

“Fred.”, just a simple acknowledgment, nothing more.

“Hey there.”

his dumb, smug smile. i’ve missed it.

he ties my dress.

“All done, princess.”

“Thanks.” i say quiet and frantic.

i try to put on my heels ad quick as possible. bent over and falling he grabs my waist, stopping me in my tracks.

“Look at me.” he lifts my chin with a single finger.

“Yes?”

“What’s the hurry princess? Reception’s not for an hour.”

“I need to go find Ron. He was supposed to come help me.”

“Well, Ron is busy. Luckily for you im here.”

“I’m not here for you, Freddy. Ronald invited me, not you.”

“Oh come on, princess, dont do that to me. I’m here to help you, i’m at your command.”

he moves closer, his left hand still on my waist while his right reaches to hold my head up toward him.

“Fred. You left me.”

“Im here now. I’m here for you.”

and he kisses me.

i cant help but kiss back. i can feel his hands all over me, he lifts me up and drops me onto ron’s bed. his lips sloppily kissing mine and slowly moving down to my neck. his teeth are sinking into my skin and i can feel it turning purple.

his hands are moving up under my dress. he stops.

“Tell me what you need princess.”

“Freddy.”, i say in a stern tone.

“Yes ma’am.” as he goes back to kissing me.

just as his hands reach my core…

“FRED!”

ron calls.

“Shit!”

“Shh princess, YEAH!” his pointer finger to his lips.

“COME DOWN AND HELP PUT UP THE TENT!”

“COMING!”, he looks to me, winking. “When im back, you will be too, princess.”

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i hope this was good🥲, love you🫶.

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[bisexualraichu]

since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 6: the double standard

(Trans ftm Bright eyes - he/him pronouns)

TW this Chapter contains an accurate not so positive view of alexis, regardless of your opinion of alexis please don't send death threats to either me or my proofreader.

Bright had been staying in the solaire mansion for a while now, so he wouldn't refer to what he is doing as "moving in", no, more like.....unpacking.

But alas, that's what William called it. Moving in.

He hadn't told anyone else that he'd made his decision, William reassured him that he wouldn't have to and that he was planning on getting everyone together for a "family meeting".

Bright was clambering over the mass amount of boxes he had scattered around the room in an attempt to organise his things.

Tank had recently given him a bunch of their old things, clothes, CDs, DVDs, comics all that good shit.

But he only now decided to actually get out the stuff they gave him and place it around his room.

Mabye that was because it wasn't HIS room till recently.

Suddenly, while looking around for a spot to dump one of the empty boxes, there was a knock on his door.

Bright had always lived with other people, granted it was never for very long, but within all his years of living, not one of those people ever knocked before entering.

So Bright was, understandably, more than a little startled when he heard a knock on his door.

"W-whos there?!"

Despite Bright's defensive tone, William responded sweetly.

"It's just me, Bright eyes, may I come in?"

Bright relaxed at the sound of his voice.

"O-oh yeah sure just gimme a sec"

"Of course~"

He continued frantically looking for somewhere to put the box down.

Eventually he chucked it onto the bed and went to open the door.

William slithered into the room and closed the door behind him, but not all the way.

"Good evening Bright eyes, how are you settling in?"

Every time Bright heard William speak his guard went down, his defensive nature was challenged and he felt safe.

At first this scared Bright and while he still hadn't gotten used to it

He didn't mind as much now.

"Yeah, I'm just kinda trying to put my stuff away....I mean....yeah"

Bright sheepishly gestured to the colossal mess he'd made of his room.

Despite Bright's new found comfortiblity with William, he still didn't know exactly how to interact with him.

Bright's almost bashful nature made William smile as he held back a giggle.

"Well that's good"

There was a moment of silence between the two that felt.....awkward.

William coughed.

"Well I'm glad your settling in, but admittedly, I didn't just come in here to check on you"

Bright raised an eyebrow as he waited for him to continue.

"You know that later on tonight I plan on getting the whole clan together for a meeting, and that during that meeting I intend on informing them of....you, but until then I will be out for a meeting with a friend, I'll introduce you tonight, Vincent and his partner will be making preparations for the solstice and Fred, Sam and his mate are staying at their cabin

So what I'm trying to say is-"

"Ill be home alone for the day?"

William gave Bright a smile that looked almost....painful...?

Like he was being stabbed but didn't want to cause a scene.

"Weeelll...not exactly-"

At that moment, the door he had left partially ajar, swung open to reveal somone Bright had only heard cautionary tales of

Alexis.

Alexis was a tall, pale woman. Her hair covered one eye and had a gentle curl. The eye that reminded seen was sharp and silver, not unlike William's, however while his eyes shined with a warm comforting glow, her gase was cold and penetrating, as if looking at her was the equivalent of being stabbed with ice.

Bright felt several chills shoot through him. He felt like he was being tazered.

William sighed as his excruciating smile dropped.

"Bright, this is Alexis, you and her will be the only ones in the Manor tonight"

Bright's head turned towards William as he shot him a look of pleading confusion.

"Alexis, this is Bright eyes"

The eyebrow that was visible raised

"So THIS is Sam's little underling?"

She looked Bright up and down

"Yeah, that tracks"

Alexis didn't know about Bright being taken in by William, that snarky comment alone confirmed that, which did make Bright feel a little smug, but that didn't mean he appreciated the audacity of this b*tch.

He scowled at her

She scowled back

And for a moment the two just stood there unblinking, scowling at each other.

William was glad that no one present could mind read particularly well, as they would both be able to hear him breathe out the words

"Give me strength!...actually no, if whatever cosmic force that is out there gave me strength, these two would be dead......give me patience!"

He breathed in heavily as his smile from before returned to his face.

"Well I better be off! Please have the Manor still standing by the time I get back!"

Before Bright could protest he "woodshed" out the room.

And he was left alone.

With the woman who turned the man who turned the boy who turned him.

A convoluted and yet overly simplistic way to put it

But it wasn't an inaccurate description.

Luckily, Bright had years of experience dealing with snobby older sisters so he took a moment to compose himself after the initial shock of coming face to face with the resident solaire clan's scapegoat.

And simply said.

"Look, I have a lot of unpacking to do and you seem like you have better things to do than babysit me so why don't you get out of my room and go do whatever it is you do when left unsupervised?"

Alexis scoffed and folded her arms as she leaned against the door frame.

"I'm sorry, YOUR room? What? Is Sam's cabin not good enough for you kid?"

Every word she said felt like it was being spat out at Bright.

He smirked.

"Aww well I'm sure you'd love to have an open invitation there~ but I personally can't think of anything worse than being stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with Sam and my maker, so I'm gonna stay here and unpack, thanks"

She looked flabbergasted that this kid she had only just met could muster up the courage to speak to her with such audacity.

But she wasn't about to let Sam's progeny get under her pearl-like skin.

So after what looked like her swallowing her rage, she brushed it off and retreated into the darkness of the hallway.

Bright chuckled softly to himself as he went back to his boxes.

She is certainly in for a suprise later tonight.

So will everyone else but Bright felt more smug about this one.

He didn't know anything about alexis, he could admit that.

All he knew was what she did, not who she was.

That and he knew what everyone thought of her.

Which prompted him to label her as the resident scapegoat.

Exept that's what HE had always been.....in every family he'd ever incorporated himself into, he was the scapegoat.

If he took that away from her when he became William's progeny.....what would she have left?

Or would she continue to play her part despite him?

If that would be the case then....what would he be?

These thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of.....music?

More specifically a piano, exept it was.....off

The tempo was too fast which caused the pianist to constantly slip up and hit the keys all at once in frustration.

While the Manor did give the impression that it was haunted, Bright could safely assume that the culprit for such musical crimes was alexis.

Part of him wanted to go downstairs to shut her up.

There was a lot of the Manor that he still hadn't seen anyway so this could be an opportunity for exploring.

But another part of him reminded him that his curios nature was what got him here in the first place....

Then he said "f*k it, you can't die twice!"

And went searching for the location of the instrument who's screams of pain echoed through the whole Manor.

While searching, he made a note of the decor that dawned the halls of the Manor.

It all looked....tacky but also in its own way decadent, as if the whole building was trying too hard NOT to look like a stereotypical vampire Manor.

Paintings, ornaments and various trinkets were dotted around in no particular order.

It was nice to look at, but it distracted Bright from his goal of finding the piano

And frankly he was getting sick of hearing the damn thing!

Or more accurately he was sick of hearing HER play it.

Eventually he finally found it.

The double doors were wide open, as if she wanted her music to reverberate throughout the whole Manor.

Bright stuck his head through the doorway and saw that not only was there a piano but also various instruments covered with white cloth and dust.

It was safe to assume that this was a music room.

Alexis still hadn't noticed Bright standing there in the doorway, gazing in awe at the room's beauty.

Bright decided to approach her, though she still remained engrossed in her frustrating attempt at playing.

Bright leaned against the piano as somthing dawned on him.

If alexis is supposed to be this big bad vampire then she must be like....SUPER OLD.

So how long had she been playing a song that she simply can't play?

He decided to find an answer to that question.

"How long have you been playing that thing?"

This sudden announcement of his arrival made alexis jump, which caused her to hit the keys with both hands again.

"God f*king damn it! What? What is it!? What do you want?!"

Once again she gave the impression that her words tasted bad and as such she wanted to spit them out.

But Bright was unfazed.

He just put himself back in the mindset of having an older sister.

"Didn't you hear me? I said 'HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN PLAYING THAT THING?"

She hardened her gase.

Before answering, she hesitated.

"More years than you've been alive, kid"

Bright scoffed and did his best to hold back a full belly laugh.

"Damn you've been playing this thing for YEARS and thats the best you can do? How much longer will it take for you to realise that mabye this just...isn't for you?"

Bright felt as if he was poking a bear.

She shot him a look of unbridled fury, the red tint of her eye located around her sharp iris grew as she rose from her chair, causing it to topple over.

"If you think you can do better than be my guest!"

Bright went in front of the piano nonchalantly and began to play the opening to "bat out of hell" a notoriously hard piano solo.

Alexis was flabbergasted and enraged.

Bright turned his head towards her once he had finished playing.

"You know....it really doesn't matter how long you play it for....its about the tempo, the skill and most importantly you have to actually enjoy playing it! I mean arnt you tried of playing this old thing and not getting any better at it? Are you playing it cos you enjoy it or cos you've been playing it for so long that you've forgotten how to play anything else?...."

He got no answer from this.

Consider this bear poked and pissed off.

Bright saw her face go dark and knew that he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

Once one if his step sisters made the same face at him after he was caught reading her diary.

Bright still has the scar even after death.

"Weeeelll anyway I have some more unpacking to do so I better--!!"

Before he could get away, he was cut off by alexis pulling him back by his hair.

She spun around allowing herself to be infront of him as she pulled him down across the piano

Bright struggled but she was strong, very strong.

She had him pinned, the keys wincing in pain as his body slowly hit them as his head was pulled backwards.

"G-get of me!"

Alexis found herself almost pitting him.

"Shut up. I don't know what your....deal is, but for some reason William has taken a liking to you, despite you being Sam's progeny. I have an idea of what's going on but I really don't want to belive it. Now I sincerely hope that what I think is happening isn't happening. I mean why on earth would William want a washed up, snarky, bratty disrespectful little sh*t when he already has me and Vincent?"

Bright's face dropped into a scowl.

By this point he had stopped struggling.

"But in any case, if you are going to be William's next project then I guess we'll be seeing more of eachother, so tell me.....

What do you think of me? Your Sammy's progeny so I'm sure you've heard all about me hmm? I'm sure you think you've got me all figured out....well? Answer me"

Bright knew when it was his turn to talk.

But he took a moment to look her in the eye

Just to get used to the feeling.

Then he began.

"You know....maybe everything that everyone says about you is right

Mabye you are just a selfish b*tch that couldn't have what she wanted so she decided to take it

By force.

But if all that is true....then....then why dosnt everyone treat Freddy the way they treat you?"

Bright looked down as he said this, as if it actively hurt to say while looking her in the eyes.

Alexis was confused upon hearing this.......then she understood.

Once she did, she loosened her grip on him and backed away, allowing him to get up from the piano.

She studied his face for a moment then her expression hardened.

"Listen to me kid. I did what I did to Sam because I wanted him. It's up to you to decide wether or not the way I get treated around here as a result of that is fair.

But what Freddy did to you wasn't out of malice or selfishness.

It was out of fear.

Because you where, and now will always be, a couple of scared kids who had no idea what they where doing"

Bright couldn't tell if this was supposed to be words of comfort or torment.

Either way he didn't agree with her.

So ge continued to scowl at her.

"I do think the way you're treated is fair. What isn't fair is that if turning without consent is supposed to be this big taboo then why isn't Fred treated the same way you are!?.....what's with the double standard huh?"

Alexis looked bored and fed up with whatever this conversation was.

She had said her piece.

So she left.

Bright was alone in the dusty, dark music room.

He went over to the white sheets and whipped them off, each revealing a new instrument.

One of them was a slightly piano.

It was white as opposed to the burgundy one alexis seemed to obess over.

He smiled softly, then went back over to the piano stool to pick it up.

He dragged it over to the slightly larger white piano and once he was sat down he began to play.

The sound reverberated through the Manor just as it did before.

Exept the music was less harsh and more melancholy and oddly comforting.

Alexis heard it.

Her face sofend for a moment.

Then she shook it off.

Taggs: @darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

#alexis apologists please dont interact #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted bright eyes #redacted william #redacted alexis #ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

[ylvaisawolf]

Messy thoughts on Fred (and Tubbo?)

This is really disjointed. This was just me typing everything that popped into my head down.

I have opinions on Fred (and everything around him atm)

Like everyone saying he is evil. Fred himself knows he did wrong things 

He knows he isn't a saint he just has a single person hae loves and cares about [Tubbo]

Fred told Tubbo he did wrong things and yes he did not specify what (From what I recall) but he told Tubbo and he said he didn't care (Tubbo said he would be a villain if Fred is sooo…)

Is it very cruel to tell someone you wish they would get tortured again? Yes! Hell yeah it is. 

Quackity has his reasons for hating the Feds no shit but he threatened Tubbo which is why Fred said that.

(Also I am biased towards Tubbo. I am Foolish/Jaiden in spirit aka I side with the characters I like more over my irl morals)

Like I do think he cares because he has to for the other workers but they are not friends, they are his underlings or bodyguards so you have to be nice there (Or you would hope. Even if manipulative)

Like I would be an idiot to not acknowledge him taking notes on Aypeirre’s torture or again his very cruel comment to Quackity

Fred acts different ways with different people. Like he is definitely more nice with Tubbo for example when he said he was a bad penpal for not responding much and “I genuinely felt like a stalker and that it wasn't morally correct what i was doing…”  (Day 195) of which Tubbo responded in his letter back with “ I don't think you should worry about the morality of trying to find them as kidnapping itself is very immoral.” 

Which is true but still.

Fred also said on the day of the movie date he has done bad stuff to Tubbo. (“You don’t understand, I’ve done bad stuff.” … or something similar as I am not watching the vods.)

So to me I am wondering where some people have been?

Fred is deny deny till he cant then bites back when out of options 

He is seemingly questioning himself and the Feds but atm he is following them along still

Back to Tubbo for a sec I have to mention that he said something along the lines of It seems everyone but the morning crew likes him so it wouldn't be hard for him to be a villain.

I keep bring that up whoops but like Tubbo is really protective of Fred warning him to stay away from Aypierre and that he will gladly listen to anything that worries Fred

Tubbo and Fred really love and trust one another.

ALSO!

Fred wrote on October 8th “I must admit… I don't know what my morals are or trust for the Federation is..” 

Man knows he is messed up <3 

(Also Tubbo just told him it is ok to question your morals)

Fred not trusting the Feds doesn't mean he doesnt follow what they want like torture btw. I am not ignoring that dont worry 

He still is doing his job. He acts like he doesn't like it but he is still doing it.

Also Fred at one point told Philza he loves snitching. Yes, kinda sassy but he did say that. (I think October 4th or 5th)

If it isn't obvious I Adore Fred even if he turns out evil. I find him to be a very interesting character.

Also I am not touching him leading Tubbo, Roier, & Slimecicle to the Maze. I have no idea what the deal is there.

Yeah this post is a mess but I don't normally post my own thoughts or do essays (this isn't even an essay). If I wanted to put more effort in I could but me typing my thoughts down and semi looking for direct quotes is all this post is getting haha.

I don't care if Fred gets better or worse as long as he is a fun and interesting character the whole time .

#qsmp #qsmp fred #qsmp tubbo #long post #? #I don't really like my posts to be reblogged but I also want others thoughts #Messy thoughts #I am nervous haha #Maybe I will make an actual essay on fred ot Tubbo but more likely I will just find one I like and reblog it #Fred is just so interesting to me #i do honestly thibk Fred likes Tubbo only though

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Three ~ Coffee

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: this story continues after the events of the Losers. I may weave other characters into it but they are all minor. THE TAGLIST IS OPEN.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Two ~ Sam

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The next morning, Jake bounced on his heels at his desk, begging the clock to go faster.  He had a date. Was it a date? Was it just bonding?  Am I crazy? Jake’s mind began to swirl that he missed when his calendar went off, his 10AM appointment upon him.  

“Yo, boss?” Fred pulled Jake out of his mind. “You gonna snooze that or something?” 

“Shit, sorry.”  Jake hit the keyboard and grabbed his mug.  “Going for coffee.” He almost ran to the break room.  He slowed down but before he entered, he took a deep breath.  “You got this Jakey,” he told himself.  He walked in and the room was empty.  His shoulders sagged but he still went into the room to pour himself a cup. Maybe she forgot? 

“Sorry,” he turned to see Sam there, this time in a black and white polka dot shirt and full black skirt. “Mike had me finish something before I could escape.”  

“No, its fine.” Jake smiled at the natural beauty in front of him. “How do you take it?” 

She tilted her head. “Excuse me?” 

Jake stared at her.  “Coffee! I mean, how do you take your coffee?”  A faint tinge of pink graced his cheeks.  

“Cream and two sugars.” She giggled. “Filter, I get it now.”  

“Yeah, I don’t think about it sometimes.”  He made the coffee and handed her the mug.  “So, I noticed you have a very faint accent.”  

“Oh, yeah, I was in England for the first few years before my mum and I moved to New York.  She and my dad split, and she moved here. I was actually born here but moved right after and then back when I was about five.”  

“Very cool.  Do you have any siblings?” 

“Older brother. From my dad’s first marriage. Tony. He’s 12 years older than I am.”   

“And how old are you? I’m 29.” Sam looked at him curiously until he realized he just asked for a woman’s age. “Shit. Ok, I’m just gonna… yeah.”  He turned to leave.  

“Twenty-five.” He turned back.  “I’m 25, well as of next month.” She smiled as if the question hadn’t bothered her.  

Jake was stunned.  Most women would have just rebuffed him and moved on.  But not Sam.  She understood him and for some odd reason, was interested. He didn’t know how to carry on the conversation. “So, any pets?” 

“A cat, Bowie.” She took out her phone to show him a picture of a black cat.  

“You know cats can make a thousand different sounds, but dogs can only make ten?” Jensen smiled. “Cats, not to be trusted.”  

Sam let out peals of laughter which Jake thoroughly enjoyed.  “That’s brilliant.  No wonder I think Bowie is talking to me.”  She looked at her watch.  “Dammit.  Break is over.”  

“Walk you back?” 

“Thank you.” The walked side by side until Jake got the courage to speak again.  “I liked this.  Coffee.”  

“Me too. It’s nice to get to know someone.” Sam gave him a beautiful smile.  He was just about say something else when he heard… 

“Miss Matthews.  Coffee break?” 

Sam had her back to Mike’s office and grimaced. John Fitzpatrick was coming out of Mike’s office. She plastered what Jake could tell was a fake smile and turned around.  “Mr. Fitzgerald, anything you or Mike needed?” 

“No darling, thank you. Just checking in on a budgetary matter with Mike.”  He finally noticed Jake.  “Oh, Jake the IT manager.”  

“Mr. Fitzpatrick,” Jake nodded to him.  “Uh, Sam, I’ll talk to you later.”  He turned on his heel and left, turning the corner out of sight.  He stayed close to listen in.  

“Well Mike, let me know if you have any questions on that discrepancy…” 

“I’ll look into it.  Thanks John.  Sam, can you come in here please?” 

Jake moved to quickly to look like he was going back to his desk when he saw John walk away, a smug look on his face. Jake knew he had about 30 seconds to install the Trojan horse from his computer to the accounting computer and start working through the files.  He swiftly inserted the drive and navigated to the network to find the accounting dedicated server.  He left his virus and backed out before the security team, well his own team, had detected him.  

“Jensen is in,” he mumbled to himself.  He took a sip of his coffee and put his hands behind his head. Step one of the mission was complete.  

Jake put on his jacket and packed up his gear into his back pack when he heard a knock.  He looked up to see Sam with her own jacket on and her bag in hand.  “Walk you out?” she offered.  

“That was my line. baby.”  

Sam blushed at the nickname and smiled shyly at Jake. “Yes, yes it is.”  

Jake grinned at her blush. “Walk you out?” 

“Lead the way.”  

They chatted down to the garage and before Sam could get into her car, Jake cleared his throat.  “So, I was wondering, if, I mean, you don’t have to, but, maybe, if you want…” 

“I would love to get a drink with you, Jake.” Sam’s eyes shone as Jake looked down at her.  

“Good, I mean, yeah, so tomorrow?”  

“Sure, I can meet you at the bar, Sara Lee’s at 7?” 

“Yes absolutely. But I’ll still get coffee with you tomorrow, right?” 

“Of course.  Good night Jake.”  

“Good night, Sam.”  He opened the door for her.  “Wait, the bar is really called Sara Lee’s?” 

“Yep,” with a pop.  “Because nobody does it like Sara Lee’s.”  She shot him a wink and a smile and got in.  

Jake smiled and watched as she drove off. “So that’s why you haven’t answered any text.”  

Jake jumped in the air. “Jesus, Pooch don’t do that.”  

Pooch laughed as the rest of the Losers approached.  “We’re just checking in.  The garage is secure?” Clay said.  

“Yeah, I looped the camera for the next 20 minutes,” Jake said as he looked around.  “I planted the Trojan horse through a back door and its been running to check for anything on Fitzgerald’s computer.  We need a way to tap any personal computers or data pads he may have at home.”  

“Have you made contact with him?” 

“Yeah, we met in the break room.  He’s a douche.” Jake sniffed. 

“And the girl?” Clay studied his man.  “Who is she?” 

“Sam Matthews.  Samantha.  She’s the assistant for my VP, Mike Anderson.”  

“Uh huh.” Pooch smirked. “She’s cute.”  

“She’s beautiful,” Jake automatically responds and then turns beet red. “I mean…” 

Clay laughs. “Nothing wrong with dating if it keeps up your cover. And she is beautiful.”   

Jensen could feel himself being red all over when Aisha came up to him.  “Just be yourself Jake.  She already likes you, you don’t have to be over the top.”  

“Thank Aisha.” Jake rubbed the back of his head.  “I gotta go.  I have dinner with my family.  Friday?” 

“Friday.  Good work Jensen,” Clay patted his back.  

Jake drove to his parents’ house, lost in thought.  He was supposed to just be on a mission, get the bad guy, not meet the girl of his dreams.  Sam is, for all intents and purposes, perfect. As he pulled into the driveway, he parked and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.  All he could see was Sam.  Her beautiful face, full, kissable lips. He sighed, wishing he could see her now.  He could imagine, cupping her face, staring deep into those beautiful eyes before he leaned down and... 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Jake jumped as he looked out the window and saw his mom, Laura, right outside.  He opened the door and climbed out. “Everything alright Jakey?” 

“I’m fine Mom.  Just tired.”  He hugged her and put his arm around her, leading her back to the house. “How was your day?” 

“Oh, good, Savvy called. Everyone is feeling better.  They invited us to the house this weekend.  Boston in the fall is just beautiful.”  

“That’s great Ma.” Jake looked around.  “Hey dad.”  

Adam looked up from the TV.  “Hey son.” His attention went back to the TV.  

“Adam, turn that off, honestly.  Your only child comes for dinner and that’s how you act?”  Laura had her hands on her hip.  Adam sighed as he turned it off and hauled himself off the couch to hug his son.  “Dinner is about ready.”  

“Whatcha making?” Jake sniffed the air.  

“Pot roast and mash.”  

Jake groaned with delight. “That is definitely something I missed Ma; your cooking.”  He sat on his spot at the table, his father at his as his mother dished up the food.  They ate in silence for a moment before Laura cleared her throat.  

“So how is the new job going?  Do you like it enough to stay around?” 

Jake choked slightly.  “Uh, yeah, I like it.  I don’t know if I’ll stay yet.” He felt his ears get red which his father noticed.  

“Who’s the girl?” 

Jake really choked this time and Adam jumped up to clap him on the back.  After a swallow of water, Jake turned to his dad.  “How did…” 

“You get red, just like I do when I talked about your mother in the beginning.  So, who is she?” 

Jake flushed.  “Her name is Sam. Samantha.  She is my boss’s assistant.  She’s just…” he sighed… “amazing.”  

Laura smiled. “Pretty?” 

“Beautiful Ma, just beautiful.  And she likes me too.  Asked me to a drink down at Sara Lee’s.”  

“Nobody does drinks like Sara Lee’s,” Adam said with a smirk.  “Are you respectful?” 

“Of course dad, just like you taught me.  She’s got this long hair that’s kinda golden at the tips and these beautiful eyes.  A really subtle accent, English, but she is just...” he blew out his breath, “amazing.”  

“Aww, my baby boy has a crush on a girl.” Laura pinched his cheek and Jake jerked his head away.  

“Ma! Seriously!” 

Adam just laughed. The blush on his son’s cheek was enough to tell him that this girl was special. 

Sam was reading in her living room when her phone rang.  She picked it up and smiled.  “Hi papa.”  

“Hello my princess.  How are you?” 

“I’m good, just reading.” Sam smiled. “How are you?” 

“I’m good princess.  Just learning to be retired.  Your brother is handling the job for the most part.”  

“That’s good.  I know Tony will be great.”  Sam chewed her lip.  Her father’s business was not something she liked to talk about.  “So when are you coming to visit me?” 

“Samantha, you know how hard it is for me to travel.  It would be bringing unwanted attention.”  

She frowned. “I know.  I just thought I would ask.”  

“How is your mother?”  Having her father change topics was a sign.  

“She’s good, dating a painter, I think.  I haven’t spoken to her in a couple of days.”  

“And you? Anyone special?” 

Sam blushed.  “Well, there is one guy...” 

“Interesting.”  She could hear a muffled voice in the background.  “I’m sorry princess, I have to go.  Just be careful please.  You are still precious, remember that.”  

“I know papa.  I love you.” 

“I love you.  Talk later.  Oh, and try to call your brother.”  

“My brother hates me, remember?”  

She heard her father sigh.  “No, he doesn’t.  He’s just upset at my actions.  I speak to you later.”  

“Yeah, ok.  Bye papa.”  

“Bye princess.”  

Sam stared at her phone after she hung up.  She and Anthony had a tumultuous relationship due to their father having an affair with her mother.  To be fair, Anthony’s mother had died a couple of years prior but that didn’t stop Anthony from resenting Sam.  She sighed and sent a message.  

Sam: I still love you, big brother 

After no response, she got ready for bed when her phone ding.  

Jake: Sweet dreams princess 

At that Sam smiled.   

Sam: See you there 

NEXT

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#315

“Well, well, well.  I didn’t think you would have the balls to show up.  And here you are; Jacob Voyles is coming to me for a favor.  I knew something like this might happen when I saw your boy trying out for the football team, but I didn’t think you were this desperate to get your boy into college on a football scholarship.  Especially how you and I left it twenty-six years ago.  You know what I am talking about, I can see the remorseful cautious look on your face.  Do you remember it all?  I do.

“I remember you calling me faggot throughout my sophomore year because once I saw you jacking off in the shower.  Then, on your last day before graduating, you came to me and asked me to stay late in the locker room because you wanted me to give you head.  Foolishly I met you.  Worst day.  You and Ron Kushman, Fred Ford, and Lance Williamson all pounced on me beating me up.  And as you were walking away you decided to turn and haul out your dick.  And you said, ‘Here, you can swallow on this.’  I can still taste the mixture of your piss and my blood.  That has never left me. 

“After a few years of torturing myself, and even trying to kill myself a few times, I found the right man who steered me in the right direction.  He mentored me to focus my attention into working out to bulk up and becoming a high school coach.  It took me years to undo all the shit you did to me.

“So when I got that call from you this week, it all came back to me.  I was going to tell you to fuck off.  I should have just ignored you.  But I have to admit, I am curious to what you are thinking.  But unlike that one day in high school, I am prepared for you.  As you can see, I am not the scrawny boy you left on the locker room floor covered in your piss and my blood.

“So, why did you come here?  What are you offering?

“…A blowjob?  You want me to give you a blowjob?  Are you fucking serious?  I may have wanted to gob that knob in high school, but there is no way I would ever give you the satisfaction of one of my trademark blowjobs….  Oh yeah, I am a—what was the word you used?—faggot.  Through, these twenty-six years my tastes have changed.  So, you are come up with a better suggestion than me blowing you.

“Heh heh.  I can see by the panic in your face, that you are imagining some of the other things fags do, and it disgusts you.  You resigned yourself to receiving a blowjob from a fag.  But now it’s more involved.  And you are debating if you can go through with this.  I mean, are you willing to sacrifice doing something you find disgusting just for your son to get into a good university?  Especially when he couldn’t get into one on his own merit.  Let’s be honest here.  He couldn’t count his balls twice and get to the same number.

“So what are you going to do?...  Standing there saying nothing is not helping anyone….  OK.  Why don’t you strip naked?  You know eventually you are going to be naked, you might as well start now; remove everything, staring with that polo shirt….  The nearest neighbor is less than half a mile away….  There you go. 

“I see you kept somewhat a decent body since you left the University of Illinois.  Yeah, that injury fucked up your football scholarship….  I’ve been following you on and off, all this time.  You never really had a career in football, now did you?  I imagine your daddy getting you in just like you are trying to get your son.

“Take off the briefs; let’s see your junk.  Yup, exactly as I remember it, quite large.  So have you thought of anything for you to do for me?...  No? Didn’t think so.  Well one thing that will happen before you leave is you’re going to drink my piss.  It seems only fair.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!  Look.  You came here with an objective.  If you aren’t committed to that objective, then go home and live the rest of your life with you and your son as losers.  Now get your ass up to the porch and get on your knees.  You showed me yours, now I will show you mine.  Yours may be large, but mine is fucking huge.

“I got a bladder full.  Normally you would have my cockhead in your mouth, but there is no way in hell I am putting my dick in your mouth, not without knocking out some teeth first—like how your goons did to me on that day in high school.

“It’s going to taste nasty.  The faster you drink it, the faster you will be done.  Let’s do this.  Fuck yeah.  Let your mouth fill up.  I’ll tell you when to swallow.  This is such a beautiful sight…. Swallow.  Fuck yeah.  You fucking pig.  You were made for this.  Swallow.  Oops.  Some got in your eyes.  I would say that I was sorry, but I’m not….  OK now hold still, I need to shake the last drops off.

“OK bitch.  I wouldn’t say we are even, not even close.  I mean when you did it to me, I was beaten up by your goons into a bloody mess.  Now I have no desire of beating you to a pulp even though I brought my own backup.  These are five of my friends standing behind you.  They are here to hold you down spread eagle on the ground, just like I was held down.  And unlike back then, these are all gay men.

“This is my friend Jerry.  We are actually at his place.  Jerry is a sick bastard.  He’s the one that took the video of you walking up to my dick, kneeling, and drinking my piss.  Yeah keep that in mind that we have that.  But he also has this piece of furniture.  It’s called a rimseat.  Now, I don’t know if you know what one is, and really, I don’t care.  What makes this one so special is that he modified it so that your head is immobile.  Your head slides in like this.  Jacob, you can stop fighting; the guys are going to keep your arms and legs down and in place.  Also, these padded dowels come out to push into your cheeks causing your jaws to part, so you can’t close them. 

“Now I don’t know if you noticed, but there’s a toilet seat mounted to the top.  Yes, I’m going to be sitting on it.  Your face will be going in my crack.  You look of terror looks so fucking hot.

“Ok, get that tongue ready.  If not, I don’t care.  Oh man.  I can feel your hot breath on my shithole.  Here let me blow you a kiss or two…. Man, that smells nasty.  Now open your mouth real wide.  I have something I have been wanting to give you for all these years. 

“I can tell you’re not opening your mouth.  I have ways of doing that.  You probably saw the cigar.  It’s currently in my hand.  Also, your cock and balls are only inches away.  So let’s see how your foreskin takes to a red hot cigar. 

“Scream for me motherfucker!  Scream!  Like that.  And here’s your reward.  Fuck yeah.  Eat, you goddamned toilet!  Eat!  Oh I got to see this.

“Hey Shiteater!  Look up at me.  Damn!  That is one large pile.  Start eating.  I’m going to head back home.  I’m done with you.  I can’t stand looking at you anymore.  Jerry here will be taking over.  He’s going to make sure you eat every bite.  Don’t even try to push it back out.  It will only get jammed back down.

“Man, my ass is a mess.  No toilet paper.  Jerry, hand me his polo shirt.  It will be a good substitute.  After you get him to eat, you can fuck his ass or his sewer mouth.  There’s no way in hell that I would ever stick my dick in him, but you can do what you want.  He’s probably cherry.  I don’t care.  But he’s to leave here without any noticeable marks, no physical traces of what he endured, only mental scars.  Hose him down.  Wash his clothes.

“Shithead!  I’m out of here.  I want to thank you.  Thank you for letting me get closure here.  It means a lot.  But we are done.  I never want to see you again.  I don’t care what happens to your son.  I don’t directly coach him.  I have no desire to ever help him to be a better player let alone get into a university.  I leave you wallowing in your shame, humiliation, degradation, and a pile of shit. 

“I should take a picture of this….  Are you crying?  Good.”

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hi idk if you are still taking request but I will like to request a George weasley x reader

So George and the reader is dating and it’s where the order goes and gets Harry to bring him to the burrow and the reader stays with Molly and Ginny at the burrow and helps George with his ear.

Of course! Thank you for your lovely request.

Turning Point

Y/N stood outside, eyes searching the sky for any sign of anyone. They should've been back by now.

If nothing had gone wrong.

~•~

She'd stood with George outside the Burrow, their foreheads together as he promised to return to her. Y/N had smiled and kissed him and then watched him apparate away with Fred, knowing full well that keeping that promise wasn't entirely up to her boyfriend.

This was war. War is a greedy, ravenous monster. And it would always demand its pound of flesh.

~•~

"Still nothing?" Ginny had stepped outside.

Y/N shook her head. "No."

A shaky sigh belied the Weasley girl's calm exterior. "Mum's made some tea, if you'd like some."

"Yeah, ok," Y/N said, taking one last look at the empty sky.

~•~

Y/N had just taken her first sip when voices erupted from outside. The three women rose as one and raced out the door. Y/N's eyes searched frantically for one particular face, a wave of relief washing over her when she finally saw it, only to have it fade into concern when she saw him being half carried by Harry and Remus, then devolve into panic when she saw the blood. His blood. George's blood. It was pouring down the side of his face and staining his clothes a sickening red.

The next few minutes were a blur. After hearing the words "sectumsempra spell," Y/N ran ahead to grab the muggle first-aid kit she'd brought. She'd felt a little silly about bringing it at first. Now, it became the best decision she could've made. Dark magic, first and foremost, needed to be dealt with through magical means of course. However, dark spells were generally created by wizards who never considered lowly muggle medicine, leaving loopholes through which non-magical medicine could be slipped to help aid and quicken healing.

"Pathetic," Y/N heard Fred say as she knelt down beside him and gave George a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"What's pathetic?" Y/N asked.

"Your boyfriend is telling bad jokes again."

"Oh? Well, that's a sure sign he'll be alright." Y/N replied.

George smiled affectionately up at her, then closed his eyes again. He tried to hide his excruciating pain, but Y/N knew better. As did his twin.

"What can I do to help?" Fred asked.

Between Y/N, Molly, and Fred using a combination of magical and muggle methods, they were able to get George's wound cleaned and bandaged. "We need to get him out of these clothes," Molly remarked, looking at the bloodied garments. "Arthur, will you run upstairs and get a pair of George’s pajamas?"

Y/N turned to George. "Do you think you can sit up?"

"I think so," he said, already trying to push himself up.

He stopped halfway through the attempt, a peculiar look passing across his face. Y/N knew that face. She'd seen it when George had gotten food poisoning last year.

"Trash can!" Y/N yelled.

Fred managed to get one next to him just in time.

~•~

After a heavy dose of an anti-nausea draught. She and Molly, with Fred's help, were able to get George into his pajamas and tucked in for the night.

"It still feels like room's spinning. When will it stop?" George mummered after everyone had gone to bed. He'd chosen to remain on the sofa due to his unrelenting dizziness.

"I don't know, love." Y/N said from her makeshift bed on the floor, squeezing his hand. "You lost an ear. That can really screw with your equilibrium."

George sighed. "This will not do."

Y/N didn't have time to register what he meant by that before he landed on her with a thud, elbowing her in the stomach and knocking the breath out of her.

"Shit. Sorry, love. You ok?" George asked, sliding off of her.

"I'm good," she wheezed, trying to ignore the dull throb in her abdomen. "Bit winded is all."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Not my best work," he apologized again.

"I'm ok, I promise."

"I'm glad one of us is," he said as he lay his head on her chest while his long, lanky self wrapped around her.

"Hurting?" Y/N asked.

"No-well, I mean yes." George stammered. "But that's not it."

He paused and didn't speak for a long while. Y/N had thought he'd dozed off when he broke the silence, his voice meek and strained.

"I was terrified, Y/N." He began. "I've never been that scared in my life. Fred and I got separated, and then something hit me. I thought the whole side of my face had exploded, and I then I was losing my grip on my broom. My hands still hurt from holding on so tight." He held one up and flexed it. "All I could think was, 'please don't let me die.' I just kept repeating it over and over. I couldn't bear thought of never seeing you again or Fred or my family. But my hands were sweating, and they kept slipping." George paused. "Then someone grabbed my arm and steadied me. It was Remus. He kept talking to me. I don't remember anything he said, but if it wasn't for him, I might be dead."

Unshed tears steamed down Y/N's face. She'd not let herself cry, wanting to be strong for George. But, she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. The knowledge of how close he came to dying ripped through her heart. What if the spell had hit him head-on instead of grazing him or what if he'd lost consciousness, or what if he'd lost his grip or...

She could torture herself all night with endless 'what ifs.'

"Oh, don't cry, darling," George titled his head up to kiss her jawline. "I'll be okay. I'm just a little shaken. Nothing that spending the night in your arms won't cure."

Y/N looked down at him, smiling. "Hey, you've been crying too. You're not allowed to tell me not to cry when you've been doing the same thing," she teased.

George chuckled. "Fair enough, love, fair enough."

Y/N kissed the top of his head and pulled the disheveled blankets over them. She had just started to doze off when George spoke again.

"You still awake,love?

"Hmm? Yeah," Y/N mumbled. "Do you need something?"

"Actually, I was thinking about something," he began. "And I was gonna wait and do it after Bill and Fleur's wedding 'cause I didn't want to take away from their day. But after my near-death experience tonight, I don't think I can wait any longer."

By now, Y/N was wide awake, wondering where he was going with this.

George shifted so he could look at her face. "This isn't how I intended to ask. I planned it to be more romantic. Candles and music and everything. And, honestly, my brain is so scrambled right now that I can't remember most of what I wanted to say, so I'll just say the part I remember."

Y/N held her breath, beginning to understand.

George lifted her hand, lightly kissing it. "I may not know what matter makes up my soul, but the one thing I know for sure is that your soul and mine are cast from the same mold. I love you Y/N Y/L/N more than I could ever say. Will you marry me?"

Tears poured down Y/N's cheeks while her smile lifted the last of George's fears from within his heart. "Yes! Of course I will!" Her voice was soft so as not to wake up everyone, but her undying love and overwhelming happiness came through loud and clear.

George pulled her into a gentle kiss as the horrible events of the evening faded into nothing. All that mattered now was that he was here. He was alive. And the most amazing woman to ever walk the earth had just consented to be his wife.

~•~

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok so like witch Shaggy and his familiar Scooby. What about the other 3? I'm split on Daphne or Fred being a werewolf honestly.

I mean canonically Shaggy was also a werewolf at some point but

tbh I go back and forth on the idea of the Gang all being some kinda weird vs. it just being those two because like. A lot of the weirdness is condensed to Shaggy and Scooby.

But also like. I think it's fucking hilarious.

So yeah Witch!Shaggy and Eldritch Demigod!Scooby is on the table.

I am absolutely a fucking sucker for the put together rich girl being a Werewolf and getting to go feral so Werewolf!Daphne is absolutely here.

I think the rule of funny means that either Fred or Velma has to be the 'genuinely normal one' but I can't decide which because both would be oblivious to the gang's not-human-ness but in other directions? Fred would just be full on oblivious 'ah yeah they're just Like That™' while Velma would be pulling out explanation after explanation for rational and logical reasons her friends can do weird shit.

[suffarustuffaru]

ok but fredotto is sweet and all but have you considered the comedic potential. like ottos gonna be nice to her and all but like not only is his luck gonna leave him half dead in a ditch every day, its gonna transfer over to fred. like shes gonna end up broke someday i swear. and then ottos over here getting mysteriously injured (brawled with subaru again), making unhinged rants on the daily (got pissed off over either a minor inconvenience or a Major (in his head) inconvenience), and he keeps trying to spy on roswaal and clind to varying degrees of success while freds poor brother garf is left with the despair that not only is HIS older brother figure insane but also hes now dating garfs sister. fredotto will go out for their first date and itll start raining for no reason and otto will break every bone in his body after tripping over a puddle. fred looks away for one second and ottos starting a fight with clind (also totally not to get revenge for fred). subaru ram petra and garf all tell fred that she can do better than otto. fred meets ottos family and theyre all like “yeah good luck lol”. someone looks at fred funny once bc of her demihuman traits and otto proceeds to get rid of that person behind freds back. she contemplates all her life decisions when she sees otto once again punching the shit out of subaru. garf consolingly pats her on the back. otto returns from a business trip one day and gifts her a stunning bouquet of flowers but he is literally covered in blood bc he got into another accident (or…. “accident”…). unbeknownst to her he is also trying to figure out if cat flirting tactics work on cat demihumans (or if thats actually like super offensive). he is blushing hardcore the moment he sees her fighting for the first time. this is because he wants to get stepped on— *gets shot*

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[iminlovewithwomen]

Could you do a romantic x reader headcanons about Ray Manchester/Captain Man 😍 (First Meeting, Spending time with reader and giving her job at Junk N'Stuff, Finding out that Ray has romantic feelings for the reader, Ray flirting with the reader, First Date/First Kiss, The reader finding out Ray's secret, the reader on a secret date with Ray as Captain Man) !

yes ofc i love him

GENDER NEUTRAL FOR ALL Y'ALL WOMEN AND MEN THAT LOVE HIM

Ray Manchester Headcannons

ok so

y'all met in like the middle of season two

you were casually looking for a job when you found the junk n stuff application

you were like

"holy shit this is perfect"

just to find the most HANDSOME man you've ever met

you work as the cashier

ray would sometimes come out of the basement and hang out with you on not so busy days

you guys would joke around and laugh and it was amazing

you eventually felt feelings for him but you hid it well

one day

henry came out of the back and was like

"yo i just wanted to tell you that ray likes you but he's too much of a coward to tell you that"

you sat there in shock while henry left and as soon as he did

ray came dashing to you saying stuff like

"i promise you whatever he just said is not true!"

you assured him that it was okay and that you felt the same but he could not believe it

yeah he was cocky a lot about how he's so handsome and yadayadayada

but he just couldn't realize why you liked him

you started dating after that

he would sometimes come up to the store just to be like

"hi, love"

ITS SO ADORABLE AHHHH

everytime he came up just to see you

you were as red as a tomato

that man is so in love with you istg

as soon as he saw you he was like

"yep. they're the one"

a little while after

ray asked you out on a date and you started screaming and jumping because it had been around 2-3 months by that time and you were just patiently waiting for him to ask you out

he took you to Fred Lobster bc he wanted it to be perfect for your first date

and it was

guys this was sitting in my drafts for a month straight.

YES I KNOW I DIDNT GET TO ALL OF THE PLOTS IN THE REQUEST IM SO SORRY ANON 😭😭 i felt bad for keeping you waiting for so long

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[turvi]

Art Deco

The picture was taken from Pinterest obviously

George Weasley X f! Reader

You have always loved taking pictures and have requested your father for a camera for a long time. When you finally turned 18 your father gifted you a camera. When you took your camera back to Hogwarts all your friends were amazed at the photography skills you had. The Weasley twins were especially interested.

Because whenever they asked you to let them see the pictures in there you would refuse. So when during the holidays you were at the Burrow along with your friends Harry and Hermione you decided to bring your beloved camera, Fred and George made a plan to get hold of your camera as soon as you left it.

"Y/n hurry up we are getting late" Ginny yelled from downstairs.

"Just a minute I can't find my camera," you said breathlessly

"Oh, Merlin Y/n were are going Christmas shopping, give your camera a break you won't need it there" Hermoine voiced

"Hermione my love you never know when a pretty view is in front of my eyes and I would like to capture it with my camera, for example right now," I said descending the creating stairs

"Right now we are standing in front of you," Ginny said putting her hands on her hips resembling a lot like Molly.

"Exactly my point," I said finally giving up my search for the camera to look at the two blushing girls.

"Ok girls looks like I am going without my camera" you huff

As soon as you close the door Fred and George come out of their room.

"Ready to look at some pictures George?" Fred asked with his signature smirk

"Absolutely Fred"

"Why don't I make us some hot chocolate Ginny said they will be out for a while so while we look at the pictures we will have a hot beverage to enjoy" Fred suggested

"You read my mind, Fred"

Soon Fred entered their living room with two mugs brimmed with steaming hot chocolate.

"Ready George?"

"Ready Fred"

They soon were going through the pictures you had taken and as expected they were very beautiful. It looked like a professional photographer had taken them. You had taken photos of literally everything from the first sunrise of the winter to birds feeding their babies to George. Wait!??

"Go back"

Fred clicked the buttons to see a candid picture of George.

"She must have clicked my photos too since I am more handsome than you" Fred quipped

George didn't even bother answering as he was busy calming his beating heart. He had feelings for you ever since Ron first introduced you two but never acted on it since Ron is your friend and thought it would make things awkward.

"Huh, looks like our Y/n has feelings for you"

He was stunned at his words. He stopped paying attention as soon as he saw himself on her camera

"What makes you say that?"

"Look she has taken only your pictures" Fred had a shit-eating grin now. He was enjoying this. His twin brother and Ron's friend who would have thought?

Yeah, sure he saw when George would dagger stares at some poor boy when he approached you, or the time when he caught George giving you heart eyes when you were discussing your passion at the dinner table, or the time he walked in on George smelling the blanket you used. Ok yeah, he knew it was very obvious.

"Show me" Fred handed your camera to George's shaky hand. He noticed how the color of his twin's cheeks was turning the same as the color of their hair as he went through his photos. You made him look so beautiful. There were so many pictures of him.

Pictures of him laughing with Fred, sleeping on the couch, smiling in the sunlight, all sweaty playing quidditch. The butterflies were now breakdancing in his stomach.

"So are you going to finally tell her about your feelings?" Fred interrupted him from his thoughts.

"Wha- what feelings?" his palms were sweaty, there was no way Fred knew about his feelings

"Come on George I am your twin brother you thought you would be able to hide your feelings from me for too long?" he patted George's back

"Now you better tell her how you feel or I will kick you out of our home because your puppy love is slowly driving me crazy"

With that Fred left George in the living room to wonder how will he confess his love.

It was getting dark when you, Hermione and Ginny returned to the burrow. A huge commotion started forming at the doorstep. Everyone excited to see their presents.

"Kids no one will see their presents until Christmas" Molly berating the kids trying to clear the crowd

As soon as everyone took their spots you noticed George was still there leaning on the wall looking at you with an enamoured look.

"So you like taking pictures of sunrise?"

"Ye- yeah I think they are beautiful"

"You think I'm beautiful too?" he asked without missing a beat.

Your breath hitched his smirk only growing at your reaction. He closed the distance between you not breaking eye contact. You felt sparks when he took your hand putting your camera on your extended palm.

"I am so sorry I -

You got interrupted as he closed you in between him and the wall, putting an arm beside you.

"Sorry? Oh no love I loved the pictures you took there are so many I bet if I try looking I'll find more"

"ah," that's the most you could get out of your mouth.

"Don't worry I think you are beautiful too, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me sometime?"

You quickly nod

"Words baby" nuzzling in your neck with his nose enjoying the reactions you are giving him.

"Y-yes I would l-like to" you took a deep breath to calm your beating heart

"Good I am looking forward to our first date," he said leaning away but not before kissing your cheek.

A/N: Was that good?

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[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 5: the agreement

Ftm trans Bright eyes

Tank uses they/she pronouns. Primarily 'they' but for the purpose of this fic they are occasionally referred to as the "cool step mum"

TW: smoking

Out of all the people Bright had met since turning, Tanker was the one he trusted and genuinely liked the most.

Which did suprise Sam but In retrospect, it did make a lot of sense.

They had so much in common, so much so that Tanker sometimes would refer to Bright as a "mini them".

Tank did see Bright as kinda like a step son and Bright saw Tank as like the cool step mum to Sam's grouchy step dad.

And it was because of this, the two had made a habit of hanging out whenever Bright was.....feeling bad.

It started out as them just going places together, karaoke, party's, exploring old abandoned malls, just like when it was just Bright and Fred, but eventually they started sparring and working out together.

Bright wanted to compensate for being turned by new blood and Tank wanted to let off some steam so they became gym buddies.

Then, once they were done, they would go to a clear part of the woods and sparr.

A little while ago Tank beat the crap out of him and asked "do you enjoy being a vampire?"

Obviously Bright said "no" and in response, Tank grabbed him by the hair and said

"Then stop trying to fight like one".

It was only then did Bright understand that he'd never be a strong vampire if he played by their rules, he was turned by new blood, he knew that, but maybe he could be strong

If he fought like a wolf.

Bright had learnt from Tank that vampires, wolfs and elementals all have different fighting styles but vampires specifically see their fighting style as gospel so its easy to spot there weaknesses.

So Tank agreed to train him and now he has the strength of a vampire, but the skill of a wolf.

But unfortunately that wouldn't prevent a wolf like Tanker from beating him.

Tank may have admitted that Bright is the only vampire they'd ever let beat them, but that was because they had sympathy for him not because he necessarily COULD beat Tank.

"Ow ow! OW! OK OK TIME OUT!"

"Alright, Alright, get up"

Tank let out a few chuckles as they helped him up from the hard, dry forest floor.

"OK, OK you've done good today, you wanna take a break?"

Trying to hide his breathlessness, Bright replied.

"Yeah....that sounds good"

They both sat on the floor, Tanker pulled out a canteen and gave it to Bright.

"Thanks"

He glugged down the water, it had a mild iron taste to it.

As he did, Tanker pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

Bright noticed this and rolled his eyes.

"I still don't understand why you always do this, you don't smoke! What's the point? You're wasting a perfectly good cigarette!"

Tank just shrugged at this, they always had this same conversation basically every time they saw each other.

"I quit a while ago, but I still like the ritual of it, besides this helps me not smoke, but I know you think that that makes no sense"

"Yeah, cos it doesn't, anyway just give it to me once your done holding it"

"I thought YOU were quitting? And that you took up that push-pop looking, flavoured shit"

"Vapes, and yeah, but I propose the point of, it's not like vampires can die of lung cancer"

Now it was Tank's turn to eye roll

"Just cos somthing won't kill ya doesn't mean it isn't bad for ya"

Hearing this, Bright's mind went to what happened yesterday night.....he felt the scars brush across the fabric of his clothing.

"Y-yeah"

Tanker noticed his sudden change of tone

"OK, what's wrong, you know as well as I do that we only hang out like this if one of us has got a problem we can only share with each other, so have at it, whenever your ready"

Bright sighed and it sounded painful

"K but, I'll be needing that"

He gestured to the rolled up, tobacco filled paper that they held in their two fingers.

"Fine then"

Bright took a drag from it, then felt the confidence to tell Tank about what he did the other night wash into him.

As he explained, he pulled back his sleeve and slowly removed his glove, so as to not rub on the scars that William's healing could not fade.

Tank looked at him with a sympathetic disappointment, though they weren't disappointed in him, they were disappointed with themself for not being there to stop him.

However those thoughts were quickly pushed away by Bright as he reassured Tank that it wasn't somthing they could have stopped him from doing at the time.

He then explained what happened with William and how he had prevented him from burning himself to the bone.

"William? Why would William do something like that? I mean I'm grateful that he did obviously, and you should be too, but why him specifically?"

"Oh! I totally forgot to tell you! Sorry, I probably should have started with that"

"Tell me what?"

"Well...."

Bright took another drag then went on to explain what had been transpiring the last couple of days.

After he'd finished, Tank exasperated heavily as they took it all in.

"So he wants you as his progeny?"

Bright nodded almost sheepishly.

".....do you WANT to be his progeny?"

"......yeah....I think I do"

"Then why didn't you take up the offer right away?"

"Because I....I don't want him to regret it....I don't want him to regret ME. I like him, he's nice to me Tanker and I just....you know I've been passed around by father figures before and William has regretted every progeny he's ever had so....I don't know"

Tank understood, they probably understood better than anyone Bright knew.

"Yeah, so what are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea, I was kinda hoping you'd give me an answer?"

Bright elongated the last words of his sentence and heightened the tone of his voice, implying that what he really ment was

"pleeeessse tell me what to dooo"

Which Tank found amusing.

But would not entertain.

"Nah, sorry kid, you have to make this choice on your own, but I gotta say, what your doing now is good, your taking your time to think about it, your weighing out pros and cons and I'm proud of you for that"

Bright looked almost bashful, but he'd never allow even Tank to see that, so he turned away from them.

Tank responded to this by smiling and turning their head towards him, but he would not face them.

Then an idea struck them, the smile grew wider.

"Hey, you want me to do....the thing"

Bright's head turned just as quickly as expected.

"Y-yeah"

"Cool"

At that Bright turned away again as Tank got up and proceeded to remove layers of their clothing.

A little closer to when they had first met, Bright had confided in Tank that the closest thing he had ever gotten to therapy was an emotional support dog.

He was a bull Terrier named Spike and two months before Bright's turning, he died.

That was the first and only time Fred ever saw Bright cry.

At the time when Bright had told Tank that, they proceeded to shift into their wolf form

And Bright responded by crying for the first time since his turning.

The two huddled together for hours before falling asleep in the woods. Sam eventually found them and berated them both for being out so long but from then on, Tank would be there whenever he needed it.

It was safe to say Bright was a dog person.

Once Tank had shifted, they nudged him so he knew he could turn around.

Bright smiled as he began to stroke them. They got closer and eventually Tank found themself laying down in his crossed legs.

They were significantly larger than him but they managed and eventually

He let it all out.

Tank didn't mind that their fur was wet and smelled like salt from the tears, because they would have killed for somone to have done the same for them when they were a kid like Bright.

The closest thing Tank had to that was....him and while they may joke about Bright being like a mini them, the last think Tank wants is for him to go through what they had to to be where they are today.

This way....Tank could give him the thing they didn't have back then.

Somone they could trust and confide in.

Eventually, after the tears subsided, Bright pushed Tanker out of his lap and got up.

The cigarette he had previously held in his fingers was now burned out and on the dry forest floor, Bright stomped it out and started walking.

Tank, still in wolf form, followed along, grabbing their clothes with their muzzle along the way.

This was how I was, they would have their moment and then Bright would need some time alone, and Tank understood that, so as they walked back to the solaire mansion, Tank kept their distance.

Somthing not even his best friend could understand.

Eventually they made it back.

Bright gave one last look at Tanker before walking up the obnoxiously large hill that led to the solaire Manor.

Tank had to retreat back into the woods in order to go home to her Sam.

So he gave a limp, but filled with gratitude, wave of his hand before Tank trotted into the darkness.

As he staggered up the hill he thought about his decision for the 10000 time.

He knew what his decision was going to be.

Maybe be always knew.

He quickened his pace in order to gain momentum and eventually burst through the doors of the Manor.

Not stopping, he did what he referred to as 'zoomed' up the flights and flights of stairs

To William's office.

Once again, just as he had before

He burst in.

Slightly out of breath.

William looked more startled than before, maybe it was the storm brewing up outside or the fact that he looked like he was just on the phone.

"I'll do it....I'll be your progeny"

Before William could respond, Bright brought his finger in front of him.

"On one condition"

William smiled as he got up from his desk.

"Oh?~ and what might that be?~"

"Can you promise?"

"Promise what exactly?~"

"That you won't regret it?"

William stopped in his tracks as the smile faded from his face.

"You've regretted every progeny you've ever had, and I'm sick of being passed around from person to person, each making promises that they don't intend on keeping, so I'll be your progeny

If you can promise me that you won't regret it.

That you won't regret ME.

Can you do that?"

William thought for a moment, which to Bright, was not a good sign.

He did have a point, thought William.

He HAD regretted every progeny he had ever taken in.

However he regretted alexis because he had embarrassed himself by being a bad judge of character at the time.

He only regretted Vincent because seeing him like his own child was not only a liability but it also compelled him to bend over backwards trying to shelter him from the world that could hurt him.

There was no denying that William sees in Bright what he sees in relation to Vincent.

However he knew he couldn't shelter Bright the way he had Vincent.

Bright has already seen the parts of the world that William would have otherwise kept away from him, most likely even before his turning.

He can't protect him, but he can provide him with everything he needs when he gets hurt.

The smile returned to his face.

"Yes, I can promise you that"

Bright wasn't sure if he believed him.

And he knew damn well he didn't deserve what he was offering to him.

But.

"OK then, shake on it"

William continued in his stride across the room towards Bright.

When he was face to face with him, he shook his outstretched hand.

"I look forward to teaching you Bright eyes~ I'll make arrangements for your coronation during this year's summit~"

"....ok"

William was going to mention that he wouldn't be there but he thought it best to leave that to a better time.

(Sorry this one took so long, I've just been doing other sh*t)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted fanfic #redacted fic #redacted bright eyes #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted william #ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~