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snenbubs · 5 months

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Imagine: Mammon's manifestation of Greed extending to his s/o in how he expects/demands monetary goods/compliments from others - but now, his s/o is there too, like a pretty little butterfly plucking his mind's webbing. Can't have a bad image on his hands, can he? Mass production is greed in itself, and that is the usual shtick - but what if you had a little nicer things? Things Mammon likes on you - same items, but tremendously high quality shit.

If he requests something, you'll be getting a version of it for yourself. One that compliments Mammon, of course.

New clothing made for him? Matching quality one for his s/o is now an unspoken demand. Interviews at a talk show or meet-n-greet - well, you're answering questions now too (obviously redirecting them all to be praise for Mammon, how great he is, exct.) Gifts brought to an elaborate blue-blood demonic soiree? - what do you *mean* none were brought for his little doll, too!? 110% absolutely the kinda guy to demand your items be brought out perfect and then some. Even goes as far as to demand a take-out meal (not quite fine dining, but not fast-food; the sin of Greed is at least trying) to be re-made all because you asked for the garnish to be removed - *and* you're getting dessert now, as an apology.

But, Mammon wouldn't be caught dead telling you the reason why. Not in public, at least; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!", don't question why he's pummeling imps and demons alike for missed delivery or promises. He paid for that shit and they dare to bring you something sub-par!? Like he wouldn't check that quality for the $$ he dropped.

You better speak up too, if the quality/taste/item isn't to your liking. Mammon totally gets all butthurt when you don't. Grumbling about 'Wasting money on shitty things', and throws a tantrum, where for a week, he doesn't underhand the revenue from Fizz-merch to 'gift' you things.

'Cuz all of his gifts would probs come with webby-little metaphorical strings attached

(RIP to any s/o who says they don't need the stuff given to them - Mammon wants you dressed and presentable in the most marketable-patent-pending finest, and you wouldn't want him to feel bad for all this work he's put into making you look nice with him, right? Right?!)

I've been side eyeing this ask for ages because its HUGE oh my lord you put your whole being into this and i LOVE IT.

Now, Mammon being the manifestation of greed is really interesting when it comes to having an s/o because there are SO SO many ways his greedy nature would impact the relationship, both negatively and positively. This idea of him ensuring his s/o is bathed with extravagant items, and that others are expected to give to you is amazing because its like, he adores you so much that he's projecting his greed onto you. It's such a common thing in relationships and since greed is one of his core personality traits its really fitting!

So, catch this;

- Mammon has so many outfits for so many different occasions and because of this, so do you. It's not obvious, at first glance a person wouldn't be able tell that you were matching but the themes and colours of the outfits are strikingly similar. BUT, you will always have an outfit to match with his. Everytime he gets something new - which is often, he has something made for you. It's cute!

- He doesn't even need to put in the request anymore, his retailers just know they'll need to be making you something similar.

- All of his business partners know, actually. Bringing a gift to Mammon and feeding his neverending desire for material gain is like a peace offering. However, its heeded that if a similar gift is not brought to you too, then it's no-deal.

- It has to be good too, nothing cheap or casual. It must be luxurious, wealthy, and pristine. You are a nuisance to corporate wallets.

- Seeing you get given gifts of high quality and standard brings Mammon immense joy, close to that of how he feels when recieving items himself. He likes seeing the way you light up as you recieve such gifts, so greatful every single time despite how often it happens.

- Thats why it all has to be perfect, because if he gets even a whiff of disastisfaction on your behalf someone is dying.

- You don't know how he does it, but he always somehow knows whats wrong with the gift, and is always able to redirect the blame onto anyone but you. The gift is cheap, or tacky? These business demons are rich, how dare they try to play it cheap! You just don't like it? Well, you aren't ungreatful, they should have put a little elbow grease into figuring out what you're interested in!

- You don't really get why he's so invested in ensuring you recieve gifts. You've inquired about it many times, most commonly after you've disliked an item you had recieved and he had torn through half the underlings in the room, but he never spoke about it.

- He made obvious, half-assed excuses. I'm quoting you here, anon; "It's just image, you little treacle-tart!" But honestly you never thought to much into it, you guessed it was just his love language. That, and excessive physical touch.

- I think any normal person in this situation would try so, so hard not to become spoilt and demanding, but its honestly very hard to not cave into spoiling desires when the man you are in a relationship with can and absolutely will provide everything you could ever need and or want at the snap of a finger.

- Even if you don't ask for anything, he's still getting you stuff! He keeps a constant eye on the things you're interested in, recent views on shopping websites, items in public you took a particular liking to ect. He probably keeps a list somewhere.

- You don't have much of a say in getting these gifts though. Even if you didn't want them, if you weren't that much of a material person he's drowning you in them anyways. There's definitely a thin layer of guilt there too, because, I mean... he spent so much money on you, because he loves you, and wants you to have the perfect items! Don't you want to be perfect, and pretty, like him? Just let him spoil you, it can't hurt. He only wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

- This goes hand-in-hand with those metaphorical webs and strings attatched to his gifts. He's doing all this work for you, so you better like him. You can't complain when he needs something of you, because he treats you so well.

- Now then, I agree with you in the aspect that before he realised you should, as standard, be getting gifts and rewards from everyone around you, that he fed into your whims and desires in a quantity over quality fashion. You're happy, and it saves him his hard earned money which he absolutely despises parting with.

- But he gets more of a kick out of getting you the expensive stuff, a result of his overwhelming greed. So, this phase of quantity over quality didn't last long.

- He knows what products are the most extravagant and of fine quality and he always gets you that. I would say nobody ends up dying at this point, but that'd be a lie. Mammon is an impatient demon and so if an order is late, or if an item he has bought is skewed or damaged in delivery, blood is being spilt.

- I LOVE THE LAST ONE CUZ I ALSO HC THAT. I think Mammon is a very insecure man, deep down. He puts on this performance persona because he worries about the way he is percieved, so when Fizz just like, up and goes he gets extremely worried you'll do the same and has an extremely possesive few weeks.

- He convinces himself you have some sort of distaste for him, and so to keep you by his side he provides more erratically and richly.

- Though, he is typically quite possesive of you. You are always near, or around him. There's a common joke made among Mammon fans that if they spot you, the Sin is most likely nearby. He always is.

- He even takes you on talk-shows. It isn't normally allowed but he's a Royal so he can do whatever he wants. Of course, the interviews are typically all focused on him and his career; new songs he's writing, upcoming clowns, recent shows. You don't input much, but when you do, its typically to stroke his ever-growing ego and compliment the things you adore about him.

- Dates and dinners can be rather embarassing though, wherever he takes you, because his need for everything given to you perfectly seeps into this aspect of life too.

- I'm just reiterating what you've said now, but, you could be at a take-out place, nowhere too fancy, and he's demanding shit be brought out in silver platters. You made the mistake once of commenting about the garnish, and how you didn't want it on your food, and suddenly he's yelling out that it be remade because how dare they not know you didn't want it!? They told him, quite snarkily might I add, "It's just decorational, you can remove it yourself."

- That take-out place ended that day with one staff member less than they had started.

- He's crazy, but you love him.

This is probably what he looks like asking for shit to be changed for you tbfh.

ANYWAYS YEAH, I HOPE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU MEANT!!! its quite late, but i really wanted to answer this ask before bed so here y'go :] i hope you enjoy, anon!

#helluva boss x reader #mammon hb #mammon hb x reader #hb mammon #mammon helluva boss #hb mammon x reader #husband material #he's just so cute isnt he #the skrungle #i wanna fuck that christmas tree so bad

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kimbappykidding · 9 months

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Imagine flirting with Yeonjun but having no idea he’s being serious

"Why don't you let me get this?" a voice asked "you're too pretty to pay for your own drink". You smiled already knowing the smug expression Yeonjun had on his face without having to turn around. "Yeah but if we're going by that rule I'd have to buy you yours because you're gorgeous" you replied spinning around. Yeonjun pretended to swoon and you laughed picking up your glass. You paid for your drink and then nodded to him “see you around”. "Later Y/n" he winked and you smiled at him before walking away.

"What on earth was that?" your friend asked and you smiled "what Yeonjun? He's cute isn't he?". "Yeah, are you two together?". "What? No! We're just playing around". "It didn’t seem like it" your friend cried but you just smiled. “Ow come on Yeonjun is just a friendly flirt. It’s not proper flirting". "Okay so how about the way he stared at you when you walked away?". You shrugged "he was probably not even looking at me just staring in my direction. Trust me Yeonjun isn’t interested in me". He was.

Yeonjun watched you walk away and then sighed as once again you thought he was joking. "Struck out another time?" Beomgyu asked appearing. Yeonjun jumped "we need to get you a bell". "She had no idea you're interested in her" Beomgyu brutally pointed out. Yeonjun rolled his eyes "don't you think i know that?". “Then why aren’t you acting any differently?” Beomgyu asked “to let her know you like her?”. Yeonjun sighed “and just how would I do that, please tell me Beomgyu because you’re so wise!”. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow “don’t appreciate the sarcasm but I will help you because it’s so easy...stop acting like it is a joke. You’ve got to commit to the flirt. So that means no laughing or brushing it off, make her realise you’re serious”. It was actually pretty good advice but Yeonjun was still stuck “but how?”. Beomgyu rolled his eyes “do I have to teach you everything? When you flirt with her look into her eyes, go all serious for a few seconds and if you can, blush a little and say “i’m being serious T/n””and really emphasise her name”. At that moment Huening Kai and Soobin appeared. “Hey, what are we talking about?” Soobin asked. “I’m giving Yeonjun tips on how to let Y/n know he’s being serious when he flirts with her”. “Ahh he struck out again?” Huening asked and Beomgyu nodded. Yeonjun sighed “Beomgyu’s given me this checklist of things to do...” and he repeated them “tell me he’s not crazy”. “He’s not, that actually sounds pretty great” Soobin nodded and Beomgyu smiled proudly. Yeonjun sighed defeated “fine but help me practice it!”.

So the members did and by the next day they declared him ready. You and Yeonjun were MCing together which the members argued would be an excellent time to put everything into practice. Yeonjun wasn’t too sure but he was ready for you to notice him more so he agreed.

Yeonjun was waiting to begin hosting when he spotted you making your way over to him. He saw what you were wearing and began to applaude you. You noticed and laughed slightly "good?". Yeonjun nodded "you look really beautiful Y/n" and worked on making it sound serious like Beomgyu said. It seemed to work because you paused and glanced at his face with a blush. "Thanks...you look really nice too". Yeonjun smiled and touched his chest without thinking "we're kind of matching" referring to the complimentary colours of your outfits. You nodded grinning "we are! see we're already pros at this. I knew we'd smash this". Yeonjun agreed and got ready for the cameras to start rolling.

Halfway through the show and so far things had been good. Yeonjun had been sneaking in flirts when he could and you seemed to notice he was being more serious about them. Yeonjun was feeling pretty confident when the worst happened, another guy started out-doing him.

You were interviewing Ateez and while the group were normally very fun and playful today there were even more energetic and one member in particular was clearly fond of you. San had been bringing you into the conversation every chance he got and kept complimenting you, making you blush. Yeonjun couldn't believe San was flirting with you so blatantly but he wasn't about to let someone jump in the middle of all his hard work.

Once the interview was over the boys went to leave but San stayed. “That was a really great interview Y/n...I have to ask, you’ve done this before right? Because you seem like a pro”. You blushed and Yeonjun saw even some of San’s members smirk at his flirting. You shook your head “no I haven’t”. “You’re kidding right?” San asked his face deadly serious and he continued to tease you, insisting you must’ve done this before. Finally Yeonjun interjected “I can confirm Y/n is just extremely talented and good at everything she does” Yeonjun smiled. “Ow yeah?” San asked smiling as you blushed. Yeonjun nodded “we’ve been friends a while and every day she surprised me with how great she is” Yeonjun smiled looking directly at you "she's very special". You blushed, looking down and San realised there was something there between the two of you and backed off.

After Ateez had left Yeonjun turned to you “so I was thinking, maybe we could go out together after this to celebrate our successful night”. You smiled “yeah I think that sounds really great...” blushing slightly “should we head there together?”. Yeonjun nodded “sounds good” and he walked away feeling very successful.

Yeonjun walked back to his dressing room and found his other members there getting ready to perform. Beomgyu saw the smile on his face and paused “it worked?”. Yeonjun blushed as Soobin gasped and Taehyun’s mouth dropped open. “Really?” Huening asked “you’re dating Y/n!”. Yeonjun shushed the excited maknae “i’m not...yet, but we’re going out together at the end of the show”. That got them all excited and Yeonjun gave into it, getting excited with them. He didn’t even hit Beomgyu for proclaiming everyone had to call him the doctor of love from now on. He was that happy!

The rest of the show passed quickly and when the cameras cut you turned to Yeonjun “give me five minutes to get my stuff and we can go?”. “Sounds great” Yeonjun smiled “I’ll get us a car”. He waited awkwardly near your dressing room and said hello to all your members as they passed. They shot him smug smiles and practically delivered you to him suppressing their giggles and barely hiding their happiness. “We’ll see you at the club Y/n” they called and as you were walking away one added “have her home by 12 Yeonjun!”. You went bright red and shook your head “I’m going to kill her!” but Yeonjun just laughed “how about 12:30?” he called back making you blush even more.

When you arrived Yeonjun told the woman his name and she nodded “your table is ready sir” and you shot him a look. “I called ahead and had them arrange a table for us” he explained. You smiled “that’s so sweet but you didn’t have to, I know it’s expensive here”. Yeonjun shook his head “but I wanted to make it special! Something tells me I’ll always remember the night I MCed with you”. You blushed but nodded “yeah I think I will too”.

You were led to a table in a VIP area of the club but still central enough to have all the atmosphere and fun. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket and some nice snacks on the table. Yeonjun popped the cork and passed you a glass “to a job well done”. You nodded “cheers” and clinked glasses. “So” Yeonjun smiled “we’ve been friends for a while but I don’t think we’ve ever actually sat down and talked before”. You nodded “yeah we haven’t, it’s always just quips exchanged across a crowded room”. “Well I’m glad to finally engage in something more personal with you” Yeonjun smiled making a chill go up your spine.

You and Yeonjun chatted for an hour before even realising how much time had passed. You talked about everything from serious topics like family, being an idol etc to stupid stuff like who was your favourite pokemon and why. It was so nice to be alone together and give one another your undivided attention. Plus he wasn’t all serious, there was plenty of flirting but it felt different now and more real. Once you’d finished your second bottle of champagne Yeonjun noticed you waving to your friends on the dance floor and smiled “would you like to dance?”.

You knew Yeonjun was a good dancer but you didn’t expect to have so much fun! Yeonjun twirled you around and you laughed loving the sensation. "I think we did a pretty excellent job!" you cried and he smiled "we did. Thanks for being my partner". "Anytime" you smiled and Yeonjun nodded "okay how about Friday night?". You grinned "deal" but weren't being serious so instead of moving on Yeonjun paused. "No I mean it. Are you free Friday night?" Yeonjun asked. You paused "I...you're really asking me out?". Yeonjun nodded "I've been trying to work up the courage to do it for ages but yes I'm finally asking you out". You blushed "I...had no idea you were serious. I figured you were joking". Yeonjun smiled "nope I meant every word I ever said to you" and you blushed "wow that's a lot...". Yeonjun nodded "so what's your answer now you know I'm definitely being serious". You smiled "I'd love to of course" and Yeonjun grinned a goofy grin that made you smile even more. "Cool...cool" he nodded looking dazed and you smiled.

He suddenly focused on something behind you and blushed. You turned to see his members gesturing to him and doing anything to make him blush. They froze when they saw you. Soobin smiled awkwardly, Taehyun stared, Beomgyu did a thumbs up and Huening Kai just turned around. You laughed and Yeonjun sighed “I’m going to kill them later”. You grinned “fair enough but how about we give them something to stare at?”. Yeonjun saw the glint in your eye and smiled “I’m down”. You smiled and leant in to kiss him.

“Oh my god!” Beomgyu yelled and Huening Kai let out a squeal. “They’re kissing!” Soobin cried and Taehyun nodded “on the mouth!”. The two of you kissed a while too and when you separated you both looked over at the members. You burst into laughter seeing them all gaping at you and carried on dancing happily the rest of the night.

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cbsxreader · 9 months

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hii! can you make mercs (separate) reacting to their s/o that has recently dyed hair? ⭐️⭐️

Mercs' reaction to their S/o having dyed hair

Scout

He's surprised, happy and curious about that his S/o has dyed their hair. He's always seen people who have changed their hair color as cool.

And the reason why he's curious and finds it cool, is because he'd like to try a different hair color as well!

So, his partner can't be too surprised when, after about a week of them having changed their hair color, Scout thinks about trying a different color himself.

And then they could have matching hair colours!

Soldier

He is a little bit surprised at the change, asking his S/o why they wanted a different hair colour when their original color was great. But he supports their decision.

"While I may not have wanted to dye my hair, you look amazing, cupcake!"

He thinks they look good with it, and no one else should disagree. That's why he tells everyone that they've dyed their hair, so people notice and compliment his S/o.

Pyro

Oh, are they surprised, but happy!

They immediately start to inspect it. Like, Pyro takes their S/o's hair, running their fingers through it, splitting it apart into sections, raising it up and letting it fall, all while mumbling to themselves.

After all that, they can't help but style it into different hairstyles to see which ones fit their partner better, so they have to be prepared to sit for a while as Pyro braids their hair.

Demoman

He thinks his eye is fooling him when he sees that his S/o has a different hair color. But he sort of jokes about it by being playful.

"Is it the scrumpy or my eye? You seem to have gone to the hairdressers! Ain't I right?" He playfully lets some of their hair flow in his hand with a smile on his face.

But seriously he loves it. Just like the other mercs, he touches their hair way more often, entangling his fingers in it whenever he gets the chance.

Engie

He's in his workshop when he hears his S/o call out to him, making him turn around to face them.

He's visibly surprised before a genuine and happy smile appears on his face.

"Are my goggles foolin' me or is that a new hair color? It looks great on you darlin'!" He quickly compliments them with a smile.

Catches himself looking at his S/o's hair and gets distracted because of it, but in a good, admiring way.

Heavy

Heavy is, kind of amazed. Like, back in his homeland the best way you could change your hair color would be by rubbing coal dust and soot into your hair.

But after that small culture shock, he shows that he loves it.

Him being a poet, he'll randomly compare his S/o's hair to objects from nature or some complex and detailed feelings.

Medic

He shows his support...by asking them a bunch of questions, oblivious to his S/o's thoughts.

"But vhy vould you change your hair colour if there was nothing wrong with your original look?"

"Uhh..."

But he eventually understands and respects his partner's decision, even if he wouldn't try it out himself.

Sniper

When his S/o shows him their new hair color, he's surprised, but happy for them. Like, he didn't expect it, but he likes it.

"Look at that! You're lookin' great, love!" He says, putting an arm around his S/o and pulling them close to get a better look at their new hair color.

For the next few days, Sniper can't help but constantly having his hand in his S/o's hair, entangling his fingers in it and twirling a strand of hair around his finger.

Spy

He knows all about wanting compliments and feeling self-concious about haircuts, so either way, his S/o gets bombarded with compliments.

"Mon deu, that hair color on you looks stunning, you're going to make me jealous."

His mind starts racing in ideas for outfits and hairstyles for his partner. He tries to see if the outfit matches the hair color and style. He doesn't let them go in public if he thinks there's room for improvement for their look.

And, of course, he styles their hair more often, finding solitude in brushing his partner's hair.

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buzzyb33 · 4 months

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Hey!! Could I please request a fic for Danny Aarons?! Nobody writes for him and they should because he is absolutely beautiful! Maybe where you’re also a YouTuber and friends with Danny and pretty much everyone in the uk YouTube scene and it’s the night of the sidemen 10 year party and he confesses he loves u. Thank u!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course!! This is a great idea and I love my boy Danny.

Prompt: in request.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, bit long, detail on reader appearance.

I sit at my desk as I record a Fortnite video with Danny, Simon and Josh.

I go through my locker as the three talk.

“Y/n hurry up and pick a fucking skin” Danny groans.

“Shut up Danny wait..” I respond in a distracted tone.

I scroll through my locker and settle on panda team leader.

I ready up and sip my water.

“Simon don’t take all my kills again either.” I shoot as I adjust my position.

Josh laughs and Danny speaks up before Simon.

“Wait- you two play together?” He asks a little confused to which Simon laughs.

“Thanks for watching my videos mate.”

Later on when playing I look at Josh’s skin and do the high five emote, Simon is still recording and he does the emote with me.

Josh laughs and pipes up “you coming to the party next week? I know you said you might but..”

“Hm? Oh yeah probably don’t wanna miss that- it’s important for you lot so-“

Danny cuts in quickly. “Can we go together y/n you don’t live too far away from me.” Simon hums in acknowledgement at Danny’s eagerness.

“Sure okay- I’ll message you, you can come mine and have some pre drinks with me.”

After that recording I did a few more on the same scenes to clear my schedule knowing how pissed I’ll get, recording a video with Deji just a simple TikTok reaction:

“Eugh- dej! That guy is so- mmmm- eww look.”

I say as beavo eating rice comes up.

“When I first saw him he actually made me physically gag at my phone- he’s rank.”

I say in a passionate tone and he laughs loudly.

“Would- you do the same content?” He cuts himself off from his laughs.

I chuckles and shake my head.

“Nah then I’d have to pay for an editor because I can’t watch myself do that..” I shake my head.

“Wait you edit all your own videos?” He says to me sincerely.

“And your other channels?”

“Yeah! I edit for my main, second and I mod my own social medias, while I pay Danny Aaron’s editor to do my twitch shit so- yeah,” I hum as I adjust my hair.

“Oh cool- Kay then.”

The next day when I was getting my clothes ready for the next day I got a FaceTime call from Danny, answering it wouldn’t be a problem, would help me pass the time.

I answer and smile into the phone, propping it upon my monitor as I logged around my room, AirPods in.

“Hey Danny!”

I call as I look for a dress.

“Hi- what you doing?” He responds, taking an inward breath.

“Pickin’ an outfit for tomorrow dunno to go for pink or white..” I let a ghost of a smile wonder on my lips as I shift through my many clothes.

“Pink- you look p- pinks a better colour especially in dresses, anyway.”

He says and I pop my head back into frame, my freckles dusting my face and light blue yes looking into the camera.

“Alright- yeah you’re probably right I’ll pick some stocking then we can talk, yeah?”

I pick a light pink play suit, white stockings and white flats, I put my outfit down and talk to Danny through it, after that I sat at my desk and spoke to him, a gentle tone in his voice which seemed to be only present around certain people.

“What’re you wearing Danny?”

I say after a couple minutes of silence on the call, my attention taken up by the sims.

“I dunno- cargos and a shirt. Yeah.”

The next day as I get out the shower, I put my clothes on and start on my makeup I get a knock on my door.

“Come in Danny! I’m in my room!”

I shout and I hear my door open and footsteps ascending toward my room.

He leaks his head round and gives me a cheesy grin.

“Hey y/n.”

He was in a crisp white shirt with a blue spray paint font smiley face at the back. He was in black cargos and to match his shirt, crisp white airforces.

“You look smart, Mr Aarons.” I smile and he smiles back, sitting in my bed.

“You look pretty, miss l/n.” He retorts, the grin not leaving his face.

We speak as I do my makeup, about videos, friends, family, us.

Mad I finish my makeup I order him to get the drinks from my kitchen as long as some glasses.

I smile as I face my chair toward the bed where he sits, pouring a vodka coke.

“You excited? I’m looking forward to it.”

I Say with a cheeky grin, leaning forward slightly and sipping it.

He smiles and nods.

I lean back and smile, flicking my light brown hair behind my shoulder.

“When should I call the Uber, n/n?”

“15 minutes let’s get the buzz.”

I grin at him.

Over the next 15 minutes, the two got laughs in, and Danny even getting a confidence boost.

In the taxi, Danny let his arm hand loosely across Y/ns shoulders.

Getting out the car and getting let into the party the two going their separate ways for a bit, the boys had rented a decent club in north London at a lot of people were there, A LOT.

Y/n went to go talk to george Clarkey and then Talia.

After mingling around she was getting tipsy and when in this state she got very giggly.

“H-hey-“ I turn around and find Danny’s eyes, his ones deep and hazy, clearly already intoxicated.

“Hi darlin’…” he murmured as his hands find my shoulders, his head falling slightly.

“Danny? You okay?” I say as I inch closer to him.

“Y/n- I just-“ he says and closes his eyes briefly.

“I think-“ he sighs

“I can’t help falling in love with you..”

I look at him and feel my face flush, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too..”

He smiles lazily and brings me into a passionate kiss, oddly coordinated from the intoxication.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps moving his lips with mine, meanwhile, Ethan goes up to josh and elbows him slightly.

“Never guess who I just saw tonguing it on?” He says with an almost proud look.

“What? Simon and Talia? Vikk and Ellie? Uh- Lannan and ilsa?” He replies sipping his drink and side eyeing Ethan for a confirmation.

“Nope- Danny Aarons himself and miss Y/n l/n”

Josh sputters and looks at Ethan “fuck off.”

The next morning where Danny had stayed at Y/ns their words weren’t forgotten, a simple but gentle feel to the air, a new found tensions, just bellow awkward.

Finally approaching him as he was getting ready to leave she spoke with reluctance.

“Do- did you mean what you said or- well, and did, or was it just the alcohol, Danny?”

With no hesitation he shook his head: “I meant it, every word, every kiss, I- do love you- if that’s okay?”

I smile and feel my face heat up again.

“That’s okay..”

A/n:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. CHRISTMAS AND THAT 😭🙏🏽

Finishing up a request then another zerkaa fic!!

Requests are open!!

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emhasthoughts · 6 months

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Trick or Treat

Summary: Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats.

A/N: "I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna - Fuck it" I had to write this bc I got the idea in my brain during a stream and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it

Thanks @dcartcorner , the two chatters in stream and my friend who helped me decide on some of the costumes.

Inspiration for Daisy's costume

Not beta read, just me, lil document and thoughts about cats

Pt 1, Simon, Peter, Elias and Mike / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, Maxwell, Manuela, John, Jane / Bonus, a visit to the vet

Gertrude blamed Eric Delano for the situation she was in. Well, Eric and Fiona Law. She could hear the two talk on the 30th that Gertrude felt was not work related. Her suspicion was confirmed as Eric knocked on the door to her office, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for her to look up.

“Yes Eric?”

“So… Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because it’s Halloween. Going out for drinks with, oh, what was his name? Jurgen Lighter?”

“Leitner.” Gertrude sighed. “And no. I’m going to be home. Halloween is just a time of year to give children excuses to eat a lot of candy.”

“Riiight-” Eric drummed his fingers against the door frame. “You got cats though, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to dress them up?”

“Now why would I do that?”

Because Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats. So after work they forced Gertrude to the local pet shop in order to find enough costumes for the cats. It was quite hard figuring everything out. Spending hours there looking at photos of the cats to find the right match.

“We’ll go home to yours directly after work then?” Fiona clarified with Gertrude before they went their separate ways. Gertrude only answered with a nod and mumble about how tomorrow would not be a great day.

31st started just fine. The day went on as usual, though her assistants were more talkative than normal. Eventually it was time to leave and the four stood ready as Gertrude exited her office. She sighed. Clearly no one had forgotten.

Some of the cats were very easy to get into their costumes. Oliver, Maxwell and Manuela got dressed as bats with wings, matching their already black fur. Oliver let it happen while the other two put on a bit more of a fight. Eric had a bit worse of a luck than Emma as he decided on the twins, both wearing a very colourful snake costume that Michael had first fought to not have to wear, Gerry however had been more peaceful, glaring at Eric as he got a onesie full of different types of eyes on it.

Poor Sarah had decided to take on Mike, which had gone as well as one might expect from him as Sarah tried to get him into a cloud costume. She had then taken three of the more peaceful cats. Simon, dressed as a bee and Peter who had accepted his fate to be dressed as a jester. She had even managed to catch Elias to put him in an owl costume.

Gertrude decided to make it as easy as possible by taking the cats that seemed the most interested in the costumes. Tim dressed in a cape similar to how a vampire costume would be, Martin who got a cow costume, Sasha who got a small knitted sweater and quickly made glasses to fit a cat, Jon who joined - or was bullied by Tim - was put in a moth costume. Agnes came up to her for her costume, looking like a fire with a crown on top of her head.

Fiona got Daisy into a dog costume, Melanie got on a lion's mane and Basira who got put in a box painted like a police car, though not without some chasing, scratching and something that fell from a table. Emma stuck to the theme of the matching outfits as she managed to get Jane into a worm costume, John into a fly costume and Annabelle into a spider costume. Eric changed out Georgie’s collar to one that said ‘The Admiral’. Jared got a onesie similar to Gerry’s though this one had a pattern of bones. Fiona had to take Jude and Nikola. Jude dressed up as a flame while Nikola looked like a toy soldier.

After a bunch of photos and attempts at getting Gertrude out with them, Emma, Fiona, Sarah and Eric decided to leave. Planning to go to some bar they liked. Leaving Gertrude alone with cats in stupid costumes and having to answer the door as people dressed up came by. Which was a bit of a pain as cats wanted to get out or the people showing up saw the dressed up cats. Gertrude was not very happy to get the cats OUT of the costumes again.

#gertrude robinson #eric delano #fiona law #Emma Harvey #Sarah Carpenter #the magnus archives #cat avatars #I'm not gonna tag all of the cats #I refuse to tag all the cats

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Dare

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 6.5 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Finally, we're on Part 3! This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story.

This part contains smut. There is a warning on the divider. In case you don't want to read it, you can skip to the ending. You won't miss much. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 2

Ivy felt confident in her look. She picked a plain white A-Line dress and matching white stilettos for the evening, along with silver hoop earrings and an old bracelet, with a hanging charm. She used curlers to make her wavy hair more defined and put on light make-up, but went with the bold red lipstick to complete her look. She wanted to look good for the evening, try and find a man who may take her mind off the one she’d given her heart to. The party was meant to start at six in the evening, and true to her style, she reached on time, not wanting to miss out on any of the fun. Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, she waited for the other attendees.

Fred was running late as usual. He was hesitant to go to the party, because he knew it would be impossible for him to find someone as good as Ivy. He’d decided his outfit with Lee’s help the previous day but it took him a lot of effort to convince himself to put it on. After making a few changes to the original idea, he peered into the mirror, fixing his hair while getting a look at his clothes- a white and blue pinstriped shirt, with blue pants and his usual brown leather watch, that perfectly matched the colour of his shoes and belt. He reached the pub around six thirty in the evening, and walked through the slowly filling up party hall, admiring the changes that had been made to the place since Tom’s son, Ethan had taken over. The place looked a lot cleaner, and much more welcoming. It wasn’t as dingy as previously, and there were party lights, currently switched to the normal lighting mode, but ready for the dance later in the evening. He scanned the room for any girl who may grab his attention, but found none. They were all too over dressed, or under dressed. Some were already drunk, barely able to stand. Others were standing amidst groups of men, clearly not looking for someone to spend more than a night with. A drink was all he would need to settle his mind. Maybe then he could relax a bit, be the old Fred Weasley who didn’t care about the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

Ivy sat at the bar, sipping a cocktail, completely unbothered about the growing party behind her. She had been approached by three guys so far, but not one of them tickled her fancy. How could they, when her standards were as high as Fred Weasley?

Fred saw Ivy leaning against the bar, astonished to see a girl as beautiful as her all alone. She was sipping a pinkish coloured drink tapping her heels to the music. He thought she looked absolutely perfect, angelic even. There probably was some kind of magnetic pull between them, because he didn’t realise when he was next to her, opening his mouth to speak.

“Fancy seeing you here, Roberts.” Fred’s voice said from next to her, and she immediately turned to look at him.

“Hi Weasley!” She grinned. “Looking good.”

She internally cringed at how quickly the compliment had slipped out of her lips, but Fred’s smile grew wider at that.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on his toned chest, slightly exposed through the top two buttons of his shirt that he’d left open and the rolled up sleeves that showed off the veins on his arms. There goes her plan of getting over him, right out of the window. She’d grow old and die before getting over him if he looks that amazing.

“You look great too, Ivy. Good old Gryffindor bracelet.” He smirked, “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not!” She replied, sliding over and allowing him to sit on the bench next go her.

“Now show me that.” He said, gently pulling the martini glass out of her hands and taking a sip. “Nice choice.”

“I do have the best choice,” She retorted.

“Cosmopolitan, isn’t it? Didn’t think of you as a vodka person.” He teased, drinking down the rest of it in one go.

“You haven’t seen me party yet, Fred.” She said honestly.

“I’d love to see you doing anything darling.” He mumbled incoherently, eyeing her up and down in the white dress. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling that way, but seeing the fabric clinging delicately to her waist made him want to run his hands all over her.

“What was that?” She asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I said, I expect you to order some more for me to steal darling,” He lied, biting his lower lip.

Ivy was used to his flirtatious comments by now, and she knew they didn’t mean anything, but they still made her blush each time. Rolling her eyes, she ordered some more drinks for them both.

“I let you pay for dinner the other night, so it’s on me this time,” She said.

“Yes ma’am.” Fred answered.

“How the fuck are you not even tipsy yet?” Fred asked some drinks, and a lot of random chatter later.

“I’m quite a party animal Mister, didn’t I mention?” She said simply. “Plus, you’re not tipsy either.”

“It takes something stronger than these little tiny shots to take me down love.” He said, before leaning in and taking in another one.

“You know, if you keep sitting with me, they’ll think we’re together, and you won’t find someone you’re actually interested in,” Fred said.

“I’m not looking for anyone tonight honestly,” She said. Her plan had been watered down the minute Fred had walked in, and she couldn’t think of looking at any other guys as long as Fred Weasley’s handsome face stayed in her mind. She’d try next time, at some other party. Just one more night of being in love with him couldn’t hurt her too much. “The same goes for you though. Go ahead, find yourself a nice girl. I’ll just relax here with Ethan.” She said, motioning to the bartender.

“I only came here because Sophie forced me. She made Lee choose my outfit too,” He said reassuringly. He was sure she must be joking. Did she actually expect him to make a move on another girl, when she, Ivy Roberts, the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on, sat right there? He wanted to spend that night with her, just as a friend, being in love with her. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate it in any way, but he couldn’t change his own mind. “Now that I have the drinks, and I have you, I’m not moving.” He stated, earning a light chuckle from her. “By the way, did you buy your dress for Oliver’s wedding?”

“Nope. I have no idea what it should be like.” She responded, fidgeting with her rings.

“Oh come on! Wear anything you want. Just tell me what colour you get, so I can buy myself a tie of the same colour as my date’s dress.” He reminded, earning a shy smile and nod from her.

A few more hours passed the same way. They’d talked non-stop about their school memories, and all the times they’d driven poor McGonagall mad, and finally the two were bored of sitting around, having nothing else to do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance Fred?” Ivy asked, looking at the flashing lights over them. “There’s this really pretty girl looking at you from the dance floor.”

“Nope. You should go if she’s that pretty.” He teased.

“Mmm no thanks. I’m not into girls.”

“Shame.” He said, sounding slightly bored. “Let’s go to my place and watch a movie.”

“I’ve got to get home,” She replied. She was afraid that if she found herself alone with him, she might end up doing something stupid and regretting it later.

“C’mon Ivy, don’t be a bore! Floo back to your place after the movie. I don’t want to be alone.” He pleaded, wanting to spend just a bit more time around her.

“Alright. Just one movie.”

They stumbled into Diagon Alley, headed towards Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. It was a long walk, about fifteen minutes, and they’d decided against apparating with all that alcohol in their systems. Fred slipped his hand into Ivy’s without a second thought, intertwining their fingers. Ivy felt a slight tingle running down her spine at the gesture but oddly enough, it felt natural this time, as if this was how they were meant to be. She began to swing their hands between them as Fred chuckled, joining her action.

“Wanna play a game until we get there?” He asked lightly.

“What game?” She questioned.

“Truth or Dare. You go first.”

“Sure. Truth.”

“Hmmm let’s see...” He said, thinking while swinging their hands between themselves.

Ivy waited patiently for him to come up with something. He always came up with something, it was one of the things she admired so much about him.

“Are you in love with someone?” He asked after a bit, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

“Wh-Why do you think I’d be in love with someone?” She asked nervously. She didn’t make it obvious, did she?

“You weren’t interested in anyone tonight. Either you already love someone else, or you’re trying to copy me.” He said, nudging her shoulder with his own and smirking. “Now answer my question.”

Ivy’s brain literally switched off. She couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. She wished he would stop staring at her like that. Too much pressure on a little girl.

“I- Fred...” She mumbled, the heat steadily rising to her face, making her cheeks as red as his hair.

“So I should take that as a yes?” He teased, coming to a halt on the sidewalk, still swinging their hands.

“Yes.” She said finally, looking down at her feet. What if he knew? Was he just teasing her so that he could laugh at her?

Fred’s mind went blank. He sort of expected her to say yes, but now that she’d said it, it was definite. Ivy was in love with someone, most definitely not him. It broke the little hope that had built up in his heart through the night.

“Who’s it?” He asked, trying his best to sound casual, plastering a fake smile onto his face while his heart felt like ripping out of his chest.

“Yo- No wait! One question at a time.” She said, quickly. “You can’t ask me a second question.”

“You’re evil.” He huffed, a tiny smile playing on his lips at the frightened look on her face. “I won’t tell them.”

“They’d know anyways.” She said, walking again.

“How?”

“Ask me next round and I might tell you.” She said, making a mental note to not choose ‘Truth’ again. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare baby!” He shouted in his thick accent.

Ivy took a second to think, before tugging his hand to get his attention. “See that old wizard there? Convince him to support Chelsea Football Club in the match next week.”

“Easy.” He grinned, walking to the said man and pulling her along.

“Good evening Sir. How are you doing?” He asked the man politely.

“Doing well son, how about you?” The man smiled.

“Alright, could do better.” Fred replied.

“How can I help the two of you?” The man asked.

“Well Sir, do you happen to know anything about muggle football?”

“Oh yes, yes! You’ve come to the right man, my boy! I’m muggle born, absolutely love football.” He grinned.

“Well then Sir, you make my job easy.” Fred said, returning his grin. “My dearest friend here,” he said motioning to Ivy, “wants me to convince you to support Chelsea in the next match.”

“Oh don’t you worry, young lady.” The man chuckled, unzipping his jacket. “Your friend doesn’t have to convince me.”

To Ivy’s surprise, he was wearing a yellow Chelsea jersey, the most recent edition. “Job done. Go enjoy your night!” The man said, patting Fred’s shoulder.

“Thank you Sir.” Ivy smiled at the man, as Fred bid goodbye to him and lead her away from him.

“How’d you get so lucky?” She laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder.

“I’m always lucky,” He boasted. “Back at you now. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” She said immediately.

“That’s not fair. You know what I was about to ask!” He said.

“Exactly. Try giving me a more innocent dare, will you?”

“Alright, you have your phone with you?”

“Yup.”

“Text the person you’re in love with. Tell them how you feel,” He said. Crazy as it may sound, he wanted to see Ivy with someone else. In his mind, it was the only way he could get over her.

“Why are you so invested in my love life?” She protested, hoping to get him to change the challenge. What would his reaction be when he’d receive the message?

“Because you’re my friend. And I want you to not end up like me.” He said, trying to not let his real emotions slip through the tough facade he was putting up.

“Oh alright!” She said, pulling up her courage to do it, once and for all. How bad could it get?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as Fred dragged her to a corner of the street.

She looked for Fred’s contact, clicked it and chose the ‘type message’ option. She took one last look upwards, towards the man she was deeply in love with. He was standing opposite her, looking at her encouragingly. He could only see the back of the phone, not the screen. Taking a deep breath, she began to click the keys, typing ‘I love you’ with shaky hands and pressing ‘Send’.

Any moment now. Any moment, Fred’s phone would buzz, and he’d receive her text. And then she’d loose his friendship. That was it.

“Done?” He asked, still remaining respectful enough to not look at the screen.

“Done.” She replied, almost shivering with nerves.

“Can I check?” He asked, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Sure.” Ivy replied, turning the phone towards him, making sure her thumb covered the contact name. She wanted to take as much time as she got, before it got too awkward for them to even stand in the same room.

Fred’s face fell when he saw the words on the screen. Ivy had sent out an ‘I love you’ text to someone. She did actually love someone. It was real. She wasn’t his, and would never be.

“What’s wrong?” Ivy asked worriedly, watching his expressions. Did she not cover it properly? Had he already seen it?

“No.. nothing.” He brushed off. “Your phone doesn’t have network Ivy. The message is in your Outbox.”

“Oh. So I’ll delete it!” She said happily.

“No you will not!” He said, snatching her phone away and closing the messaging app using the red button on the right, without looking at the screen. She didn’t wish to show him who she loved, and it wasn’t any of his business either. All he needed to know was that it wasn’t him. He never had a chance. “This stays in my pocket until your lover texts back.”

“Fred no, please!”

“No Ivy. You’re making the first move.” He said, stuffing it away. “My turn. I choose dare.”

“Fine.” Ivy said, giving up and beginning to walk again. At least he hadn’t received the message yet. She had a few more minutes until her phone began receiving network again. Maybe once they’d reach the shop, he’d get the message, some the network was pretty strong there. “I dare you to do something you’ll regret later.”

Ivy was the only thing on Fred’s mind. And he knew he would regret confessing his feelings to her. And this might be his last chance to tell her how he felt, he was sure the man she’d texted loved her back, because who wouldn’t love a girl as perfect as her. He stopped on the sidewalk again, facing her, and she faced him back. This was it.

“I’m in love with you Ivy,” He said, without any hesitation.

Ivy was lost for words. This obviously had to be one of her dreams again. Her imagination was beginning to get wild, completely out of her control, too clouded by Fred. She was brought back to her senses when she found herself looking into Fred’s eyes, his sincerity clear.

“Fred-“ she started in disbelief, immediately interrupted by him.

“I know you don’t feel the same Ivy, and it’s alright. I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.” He began, quickly letting her hand free.

“Fred no-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry. It’s my fault and I know you want to get back to your place now.” He rambled, looking away from her. He put one hand on his hip, the other lightly tugging his own hair in frustration.

“Fred, listen to me.”

“I’ll get you a taxi, and you can go away, and I promise I’ll never see you again if you don’t want me to.”

She reached her hand out towards him, holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger to turn his head to face her. He shut up, looking down at her sadly.

“I’m in love with you Fred.”

Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. There was no way she’d actually said that to him.

“You don’t have to say anything you don’t mean Ivy.”

“I mean it. I love you.” She said sincerely.

There was barely a second’s pause, before he leaned in, trapping her lips in his own. The kiss was sweet, gentle, full of hesitation, yet loving. Ivy had just began to process the feeling of his lips against hers, when he pulled away.

“You deserve better than me Ivy. You’re not doing it because you feel bad for me right?” He asked worriedly.

“Are you calling my emotions fake?” She said in an irritated tone. “I wouldn’t mind if you tell me now that this was a joke to you Fred, but don’t you dare say my feelings aren’t real. I’ve never felt this way for anyone before, and I know that I’m in love with you.”

“Sorry,” he whispered, leaning closer to her again, their lips brushing as they stared unblinkingly into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I really love you.”

Without another word, she raised one hand, placing it behind his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He gripped her waist with both his hands, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss, that grew more heated with each passing moment. His mind was clouded by her. It took all of his strength to stop himself from holding her impossibly close to himself and never letting her leave. Ivy couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips moving on hers, perfectly in sync, as if he wanted to imprint every bit of her onto himself. She felt dizzy with excitement, and wrapped her other hand around his neck too, making him lean even closer, if that was possible. Her fingers found their way to his soft hair, tugging gently, making him groan against her mouth before pulling away. Her lips chased his, making him chuckle slightly, and he pecked them again.

Looking around, they blushed at the realisation of in the middle of Diagon Alley, giving passers-by quite a show.

“We can continue this at my place if you want.” Fred said in a hoarse whisper as they resumed their walk towards the shop.

“Mhmm... A bit of privacy would be nice.” She agreed with a slight smirk.

“I think so too.” He said, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to himself.

Ivy stood up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, before turning to the ground and blushing furiously. Fred turned towards her, a soft smile on his lips. Tucking the hair that curtained her face from him behind her ear, he kissed her temple, then the top of her head, before burying his nose in her hair. “You smell amazing.”

“I’ve dreamed of this exact thing so many times... Walking on the street with you so close to me,” She confessed shyly.

“I’ll make all your dreams come true Ivy.” He said.

“No,” She said softly, taking him by surprise. “Stay with me while I make my dreams come true.”

“Promise,” He smiled.

The rest of the way to the shop passed rather quickly, with soft kisses and shy glances exchanged between the new lovers. As soon as they reached the shop, Ivy made her way to the front entrance, but Fred grabbed her arm, getting her attention. He smirked, shaking his head from side to side, and gently pulled her towards the back of the shop. They stopped in the corner between Number 92 and 93, a smirk etched to Fred’s face.

“What are we here for, Fred?” Ivy asked, confused.

“Hmm, you’ll see.” He replied, gently pressing her against the wall and dropping his forehead against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Fred wrapped his arms around her waist, and then slowly trailed them down to her hips, caressing her with his fingers. He prodded her mouth open with his tongue, and Ivy could taste the cocktails they had been feasting over just half an hour back on his tongue.

The kiss slowly grew heavier, neither of them breaking free to breathe, and turning into complete messes in each other’s arms. Ivy’s hands now rested against his chest, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. Feeling a surge of confidence, she slid her hands towards the buttons, popping the third and fourth one open without him realising, and letting her fingers glide across his skin. Fred gasped at the touch of her skin against his, before smirking against her lips and roughly squeezing her hips. Ivy moaned at that, and he quickly pulled away from her lips to smirk down at her. She looked up at him with the same expression, and in the dim lighting, she could make out how his pupils were enlarged, and her eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants.

“Someone’s really turned on.” She said huskily, jerking her hips forward, grinding against him and earning a slow groan.

“You see what you do to me Ivy? Nobody’s ever made me feel this way.” He whispered into her ear, tightening his grip on her, starting to move his hips in sync with hers.

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you,” She started, “that the moment I saw you in this shirt, I wanted to rip it off you?”

“Would I be a pervert if I tell you I have similar thoughts about your dress?” He replied with a smirk.

“I don’t quite enjoy the idea of stripping against a wall, Fred.” She teased, picking up her pace against his hips and threading her fingers through his hair.

“Well then I think I should do what I came here for, Ivy.” He said, kissing her one more time before releasing her. He pulled his wand out and walked towards the wall, tapping against the bricks in a specific pattern, and a door appeared in the wall.

“So you don’t plan on killing me in a dark corner of the alley?” She mused, watching him open the door and walk up a staircase.

“No love, too risky to kill you in a dark alley, might raise suspicion. My flat’s a better place for that.” He replied in the same tone, nodding his head and motioning her to follow.

“Do you take last wishes?” She asked, walking right behind him now.

“Depends. If you ask for the best sex of your life, I can’t exactly decline, can I?” He retorted, without turning back.

“The best huh?” She said, walking into his flat, and he quickly shut the door and pinned her against it, placing his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his arms.

“You doubt it?” He asked in a breathy voice.

“I don’t believe it till I see it darling.”

With that, Fred connected their lips once more, and Ivy took the opportunity to let her tongue roam his mouth this time. He pulled away soon, trailing wet kisses down her jaw, before sucking a spot on her neck, definitely leaving a mark. Ivy moaned softly, tugging his hair a little.

“Should I stop?” He whispered against her skin.

“Please don’t stop.” She answered, breathing heavily.

“I love you so much Ivy.” He said, kissing her lips once more, cupping her bum.

She took the cue and jumped, and he caught her, allowing her to wrap both her legs around his waist. With their lips still glued together, he carried her to his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed. Ivy quickly settled on top of him, straddling him and beginning to kiss his neck, leaving stains of her red lipstick all over his skin. She gently undid the last two buttons of his shirt, leaving his torso exposed to her. She trailed her kisses downwards, onto his chest, while slowly rocking her hips against his and earning a few moans from his lips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” She said, looking up at him once more.

“No.” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “I want you.”

She tugged the ends of his opened shirt, and he obliged, pulling his hands away from her body and discarding the shirt into some corner of the room. Ivy stood up from his lap, getting rid of her heels as Fred fiddled with the hem of her dress.

“Can I rip it off?” He asked with a smirk.

“You’d never see me in it again.” She warned, raising one eyebrow.

“I’ll repair it later.”

“Doesn’t feel the same. The edges get rough so I won’t wear it.”

“Nope. Can’t risk it.” He grinned, looping his arms around her and pulling down the zipper.

He toyed with the straps for a moment, before pulling them down, sliding the dress off her waist and adding to the pile of clothes. He looked up at her with lust filled eyes, tracing her figure with his fingers and rubbing her nipples through the lacy white strapless bra, and she moaned softly at the touch, before sitting back on top of him. Kissing his lips, she leaned him back slowly, until his back was flat against the duvet, their chests pressed together.

Ivy knew the man in front of her was truly special. Everything about him was perfect, as if he’d been made just for her. And she wanted him to know how much she admired him, turn every single one of his insecurities into something he could be proud of.

“You’re so perfect Fred.” She said, tracing his jaw with her finger. “How are you so perfect?” She placed wet kisses all over his cheekbones and jaw, aware that she couldn’t get enough of him.

Fred had always been the most confident person in the room, along with his twin. Ever since the war, his confidence dwindled. But when he was with Ivy, he felt absolutely free. Free from all his insecurities, free to be himself, the mischievous boy he had always been. And when she said things like that to him, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love towards her.

She slowly moved herself off him, trailing her kisses downwards, leaving painless marks all over his chest and stomach as he played with her hair. When she reached the waistband of his trousers, she ran her palm over his clothed erection, before settling over the buckle of his belt, looking at him for permission.

“Go on darling. No need to ask me.” He said breathlessly.

Ivy immediately unbuckled the belt and tossed it on the floor, as Fred kicked off his shoes. She then unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down his legs and off his feet, leaving him only in his boxers.

Fred suddenly felt conscious of his left leg. Nobody had seen him this way for years. But Ivy was quick to understand what he was going through, and she gently began to caress both his legs with her hands, and then leaving wet kisses all over, aware that he could feel every bit of it.

As much as she loved seeing him squirming under her, she wanted to pleasure him. So she hooked her fingers around his boxers, pulling them down, and letting his erection free. Her mouth watered at the sight, and she licked her lips, before locking eyes with Fred. He winked cheekily at her, making her blush, and he let out a slight chuckle at her flustered look. In return, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, fisting him, and his laughter quickly turned into uncontrollable moans. She ran her thumb over his swollen tip, letting a few beads of his precum drip down his length, and he gasped, shutting his eyes tight and bucking his hips upwards into her hand.

Letting out a chuckle at his desperation, she dipped her head down, slipping her tongue out and gently circling his tip with it. Fred’s eyes flew open at touch of her tongue against his sensitive head. He let out a loud moan that made her laugh again.

“So desperate, darling.” She whispered.

“Please Ivy.” He replied in a strained voice.

“If you ask so politely,” she smiled, and opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around his length, taking in as much as she could without gagging.

All her mind could focus on was the way Fred moaned her name as she moved her mouth on him, sucking enthusiastically. One of his hands was resting on the bedsheet, tugging it hard. The other was tangled in her hair as he watched her intently, his cock slipping in and out of her. She gradually increased her pace, enjoying the way the sounds from his throat became louder and hoarser. Her panties soaked with her own wetness and she was aching for release, but all she focused on was the man in front of her. She could taste his precum, oozing out of his tip, as he twitched in her mouth, signalling he was close. She began to move as fast as she could, and Fred picked his other hand off the bedsheets to move it onto her back. He fiddled with her bra clasp, managing to open it, dropping it down and exposing her breasts to him.

“Ivy.. oh.. love.” He said in a shaky voice, and she hummed with him deep in her throat. Fred couldn’t contain himself anymore, allowing himself to come undone, his release hit the back of her throat. Ivy happily swallowed all of it, moving her head at a slower pace and helping him ride out his orgasm.

She pulled away from him with a slight ‘pop’, moving upwards and putting her mouth onto his. Fred moaned at his own taste on her tongue, cupping her cheek and deepening the kiss, before letting her pull away.

“Are you okay?” She asked, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone.

“Absolutely amazing.” He smiled, his cheeks tinged a deep shade of pink. He pulled her down once more, kissing her lips softly.

Fred quickly flipped her over, making her gasp at the sudden movement as he climbed on top of her. He hovered above her for a moment, before shifting his weight to one arm, using the other to roll her pebbled nibbles between his fingers. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it while kneading her left breast with his hand, as she sighed and tugged onto his hair. Once he was satisfied, he moved his mouth to the left one, giving it the same amount of attention by sucking and nibbling on her flesh.

He finally pulled off her, making her whine in protest.

“Patience sweetheart.” He whispered, pulling off her white lace knickers, leaving her completely bare in front of himself.

He bent her knees upwards while spreading her legs apart, admiring how soaked she was. Without warning, he pressed his fingers to her aching clit, and she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his hand. Fred used his other hand to push her hips downwards, back into the bed, as he traced gentle circles on her bud. He loved seeing how much he affected her, how much she begged him to let her come undone. He picked up his speed, flicking her sensitive clit faster between his fingers, making a mess out of the beautiful woman under him. And when he felt her clit throb as she neared her release, he pulled his fingers off her.

“Fr-Fred no ,” she begged breathlessly, once again moving her hips, trying to get him to touch her where she needed him most.

“Shh,” he coaxed, running her hands over her thighs and spreading her legs wider.

“Please!”

“Yes darling. No need to beg.” He said, lightly smacking her ass and slipping two fingers into her cunt, curling them to make her gasp. “Better?”

Ivy nodded and arched her back as he continued to slip his fingers in and out of her. She gazed at him through her half lidded eyes, watching the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk, before he dived and attached his lips to her clit. Her hands immediately went up to his hair, tugging the copper strands while he pleasured her.

Fred enjoyed his room being filled with her pants and moans as he got her closer to her high with his mouth and fingers. He loved the sight in front of him as she gave him all. He thought she couldn’t get more beautiful, but the way she was moaning underneath him at the moment made him hard once again, and he was desperate to see her come. He sensed her getting closer once again, and he moved his fingers faster, making her reach the peak of her pleasure, moaning his name and making him feel like he could come once more just at the view.

Fred sat up in between her legs, rubbing the sides of her waist as she came down from her high. As soon as she was able to regain some control, she grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him down in a heated kiss. Feeling his hardness against her thigh, she teasingly moved her leg against it, making him gasp into her mouth.

“I don’t use birth control.” She stated in between kisses.

“I’m glad you don’t. It’s terrible for your health,” He replied seriously. “I don’t mind using a condom forever, but I won’t ever let you have those pills.”

Ivy felt taken aback by this. He was being a true gentleman, a perfect person in fact, concerned for her safety over his pleasure. She’d never felt so cared for in her life.

“You’re amazing Fred. I love you.” She said before kissing him again.

“I love you too Ivy.” He replied, getting off her and walking to his bedside table to take out a condom. “Remind me to thank Lee for this tomorrow.”

He tore the packaging open and carefully slipped the condom on, then returned to his position on the bed.

“We can stop if you want to.” He said reassuringly, waiting for her response.

“No. I need you Fred.” She said, spreading her legs and allowing him to sit between them.

He started playing with her nipples once again, and then kissed her neck and waist gently. He aligned himself with her entrance, before locking eyes with her for permission, and she nodded eagerly, so he let himself slip into her, both of them moaning at the new sensation.

“Please move Fred.” She said, digging her fingers into the flesh right under his shoulders.

He complied with her request, beginning to move slowly and gradually picking up pace. A few sharp thrusts and whispered love professions were all they needed to reach heaven in each other’s arms. Ivy was still under the effects of her first orgasm, so she was the first to give away, screaming his name as he helped her ride out her second high. It didn’t take Fred long before he came again as well, filling the condom with his release.

Once Fred had reluctantly pulled out of her, he walked to the bathroom to dispose the condom and came back with a damp washcloth to help her clean up.

He lay down on the bed next to her, running his fingers through her hair that he’d just messed up. Ivy shifted closer to him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, enjoying the comfortable silence between them.

Fred smiled, remembering the times he’d imagined this exact scene before he fell asleep at night. He looked down at the woman in his arms and felt like he could stay there forever. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips to her head. Ivy turned her head to face him, and kissed his lips softly.

“What are you all smiley about?” She asked, placing both her hands on his chest, one on top of the other, and then resting her head over them.

“Just thinking...” He said with a cute smile.

“About?”

“About you. And about the number of times I’ve imagined you here with me, in this exact same position.” He said, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it.

Ivy opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted when a loud buzzing tone rang out from Fred’s phone. He reached out to his bedside table, picking it up and holding it up to his face to read the message. She watched intently as his lips spread into a grin, and he turned the phone around for her to read the message.

IVY: I love you

“Looks like my phone finally has network.” She smiled.

“I love you.” He said honestly.

“Thanks.” She replied cheekily, pressing her lips to his chest.

“Thanks? All I get is thanks?” He asked, amusedly.

“Reply to my text and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

Fred immediately began to type, and a minute later, Ivy recognised her phone’s message tone ringing from some corner of the room.

“Since your phone is still in my pocket, here you go.” He said, turning his phone towards her.

IVY: I love you

FRED: I love you too darling :D

She gave him a satisfied smile before speaking. “I love you Fred,” She said.

“I know.” He replied with a shit eating grin. Ivy slightly smacked his chest, feigning annoyance, and then both of them began to giggle like school kids.

“Now that I have you,” He said, wrapping both his arms around her waist, “can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Don’t we have to be there at George’s place for the baby’s gender reveal?” She reminded.

“In the evening, yes. But in the morning, why don’t we go shopping for Ollie’s wedding outfits?” He suggested. “A nice little shopping date, just for us.”

“Done.” She grinned, before he pulled her in and crashed their lips together again.

A/N: You've reached the end of this fic. If you've made it this far, THANK YOU!! Posting this has been nerve racking, and I'm so thankful for all the support. I'd really appreciate feedback 🧡

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wyattjohnston · 1 year

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daisy & birdie take miami - jack hughes | andrei svechnikov

series: we don't have no time to waste & starting at the end

word count: 1,345

note: this is such self-indulgent world building that idec that i’m shadowbanned and it won’t show up in the tags. i haven't finished birdie & svech's fic yet.

i made some insta edits at the bottom too :)

Daisy didn’t skip class very often—her degree was important to her and the effort she’d put in to get transferred to Columbia could not be wasted.

However.

She made exceptions for the All-Star Break because there weren’t many other times during the year where Jack was actually able to relax. Not that the All-Star Weekend resulted in much relaxing at all with a tight schedule and handlers making sure they stuck to it.

Daisy, though—Daisy got to enjoy herself.

She was enjoying the free alcohol that had been set up in a sectioned off area at the Resort for the players’ guests who hadn’t ventured out into Fort Lauderdale by themselves. Daisy had thought about taking herself around, but she was no stranger to Florida and it was easier to just drink where it was free. There was also the fact that she was only a quick walk away from the hotel room if she got antsy about the unfinished assignment waiting for.

It wasn’t even a big deal to be sitting by herself, alternating between scrolling through her phone and taking off-angle, long distance shots of the little rink or interview tables that had been set up.

“Can I sit here?”

Daisy lifted her head, already readily agreeing, and was a little shocked when she half-recognised the person standing in front of her.

It took a few moments for Daisy to realise that it was Birdie Jones—an Instagram model she followed, known for her bright, colour-blocked outfits with matching vibrant makeup. She looked completely different in jeans and a tank top.

Birdie relaxed into the free chair beside Daisy, immediately stretching out and craning her neck to see everybody in the area.

“Someone got married last year,” she said when she was looking back at Daisy. “I want someone else to do something insane this year.”

“I was the one who got married,” Daisy said, a shocked smile on her face. Nobody but Jack had brought it up and she fully expected it to just be something that had happened that wasn’t interesting enough for anyone to remember.

“It was you?” Birdie asked, her voice increasing in pitch considerably and she sat up straighter. “You’re my hero.”

“We’re not really married.”

“Oh, well, that doesn’t matter. Someone had to; it was Vegas.”

“That’s what we thought!” Daisy said, slapping Birdie’s arm in excitement. “Some people didn’t find it very funny, but we’re young and dumb so I think we got a free pass.”

“Which one’s your husband?” Birdie asked, gesturing to the hockey players.

Daisy pointed to Jack in the crowd of players, staff and media, leaning in so she could make sure Birdie knew where she was pointing, “Jack, from the Devils.”

“Oh, nice, I’m with Andrei from the Hurricanes.”

“I know,” Daisy admitted. “I really like your Insta.”

“Oh my god! Thank you, that’s great and really nice of you, but, like, I have an idea and I need a friend who will be in the post with me. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, so we’ll need to do a quick run to some stores but I have an idea.”

“Me? In one of your posts? I would be honoured but—”

“No buts! Whatever you’re about to say and put yourself down is not true and I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.”

Daisy stood up before Birdie did, the excitement of their afternoon already getting to her.

She hesitated only briefly before shooting Jack a text to let him know she was heading out, she knew that his phone hadn’t left his hand all day even as he sat in front of the media and that he was incapable of letting a notification go unchecked. That was a him problem, though, and part of her hoped that his reaction to seeing a text from her would be caught on camera.

Birdie had gone into the weekend with the intention of taking break from work. A lot of people would, and did, argue that taking photos and posting them to Instagram or making videos and posting them to TikTok didn’t constitute work but Birdie’s 3 Million Instagram followers had not appeared overnight.

There was one idea she wanted to do, though, far less formal and intensive than normal but otherwise much the same—Daisy was the final piece to that puzzle.

Birdie dragged Daisy through Fort Lauderdale, in and out of stores trying to find the perfect baby blue outfit to match the baby pink one she’d brought for herself.

“How did you and Svech—Andrei—meet?” Daisy asked as she pulled a face at a skirt Birdie was holding up. “Does it have to be a skirt?”

“Course not, we can find you something else.” Birdie hung the skirt back up and searched for the next baby blue item. “I met Drei through a friend of mine meeting a guy on the team. How did you meet Jack?”

“High school sweethearts; we’ve been together since junior year.”

Birdie’s smile was real, the sweetness of it all hitting her right in the heart. It was made all the sweeter by the lovestruck look on Daisy’s face. She hoped her own face looked like that when she spoke about Andrei.

They didn’t find anything that they both loved enough to make it onto Birdie’s feed, and wandered in and out of a few more stores—including a pit stop to get some mojitos because it was happy hour at the bar they passed.

“Do you know who Andrei is just from my Insta? Or are you into hockey?” Birdie asked, having clocked a few things Daisy said throughout the day as the latter but not being a hundred percent certain.

“I’m a Red Wings fan, born and raised. I was into hockey long before Jack came around—but the school I went to had quite a few of the US Development Team kids so I think I was doomed to love this stupid sport. Are you into it?”

Birdie laughed. “I love the Canes as, like, a little family, and that’s about it.”

Daisy agreed, at least, that it must be pretty bizarre to get thrown into the world of hockey if it wasn’t something you were interested in.

After a couple of mimosas, and a few texts from Andrei that moved from him being lonely in the hotel room to being less lonely at the hotel bar, the girls found the store that worked for them. The perfect colour caught Birdie’s eye as soon as she walked through the door, and she held up a pair of blue pants—that had a matching blazer—to Daisy who instantly agreed that it was perfect.

“This is so wild; I’m going to be in a Birdie Jones post. I know that you’re human, and I went through this exact thing with Elena Rubio where I like met her and was so uncool about it and now she comments on my Insta posts and it’s normal.”

Birdie snorted, loudly, “You did not just compare me to Elena Rubio.”

“I mean, like, you’re both famous or whatever and I’m a nobody college kid.”

“I’m not ‘famous or whatever’,” Birdie said as she rolled her eyes. Daisy protested.

They were back in the hotel lobby when Birdie said, “We’ll probably have to take the photo in the morning, I need Drei to take it but he’s out having fun somewhere.”

“No way! Like, I thought he was taking some of your photos but he’s like a full Instagram Boyfriend?”

“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?”

“Jack’s useless. I’m going to steal Svech for a little bit. Just a day or two, build up a backlog.”

“We should hang out in the summer or something—you don’t need Drei, you need me.”

There was some squealing, and some earnt glares from the older men in the lobby, before Birdie was catching Daisy who flew at her with an unexpected and excited hug. It was easy to be swept up in the excitement.

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stepswordsen · 1 year

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LimGuda WIP doodles

I wanted to compile my collection of LimGuda doodles mostly from 2021 ~ 2022. They’re rough WIPs, but I wanted to post the ones I still like. I’ll put them under the cut, along with some rambles I have on LimGuda wearing Việt phục, traditional Vietnamese clothes! I’ve been meaning to redraw these sometime in the future.

LimGuda my comfort headcanon NBLNB couple!!! 🥺 💚 🧡 God I love them so much it's unreal.

Việt phục talk

I’m planning for Douman and Ritsuka to wear matching Việt phục (“Vietnamese traditional clothing”). The specific type of Việt phục they’re wearing is called áo tấc (“10 cm dress”). It’s also called áo tế (“Ritual/Ceremonial dress”). Tấc is a unit of measurement. In modern times, 1 tấc = 10 cm, and it’s the width of the hem of the dress or bound seam.

Áo tấc is the historical predecessor to Vietnam's national dress, áo dài (“Long dress”). Áo tấc is also called Áo ngũ thân tay thụng (“Five-panel robe with loose sleeves”). It’s a type of Áo ngũ thân (“Five-panel robe”) with large loose sleeves. Áo tấc was worn by all classes for various occasions.

I have an art idea of Douman and Ritsuka wearing green and red áo tấc... Red is a colour worn by Vietnamese brides. I usually see Vietnamese brides wear red, pink, or gold, etc., or bright colours at their weddings. Red, blue, green, and pink are common Vietnamese wedding colours! So that’s why I want LimGuda to wear green and green áo tấc.

That reminds me, I've had the idea of LimGuda wearing áo tấc in my head for the longest time and I haven't refined the rest yet because I haven't been able to decide whether I want Douman’s hair in braids or ponytail LOL. These are my ideas for them:

Douman

Green áo tấc with black trousers, hair based off his 1st Ascension design, but styled into braids or a low ponytail. I think I’ll end up going with the braids! I’m also thinking of another version with him wearing black and red áo tấc with black trousers, based off his 3rd Ascension design.

I think for Douman, I'd use the same muted emerald green he wears. Áo tấc are usually simpler in style compared to outfits like áo nhật bình (“Square collared dress”).

Ritsuka

Red áo tấc with white trousers, maybe a red khăn đóng (turban headpiece), white and red beaded necklaces, and elaborate gold hairpins. As for their hairstyle... maybe I can have their tied back in a bun with some loose strands (the common Vietnamese bride look). Or their hair could just be let down loose.

LimGuda in in Việt phục… wearing my culture’s traditional clothes??? I AM ON THE FLOOR. The Nguyễn dynasty's áo tấc and áo nhật bình make great wedding attire. Red is such a classic colour for traditional wear and weddings to, and Ritsuka would look so kissable in red áo nhật bình~ My wifey wife wife...

I wanna draw them in áo nhật bình eventually, but the patterns on nhật bình are more colourful and detailed, so I'm saving that for another time.

Extra rambles

Douman has such a good design. Their design is amazing, but it’s so detailed and complex, so I wanted to draw LimGuda in áo tấc so I can have simpler designs to refer back to whenever I want to draw them quickly.

I still have to redraw the áo tấc Ritsuka though, it's an old doodle from 2021, and I improved a lot since then, so it’s outdated compared to my current art style. Somewhere around ~2022, I started using a weighted inky brush instead, and I think it suits my art style more! I love using weighted inky brushes! I've been using it as my sketching/lining brush ever since.

I read an article before that talked about how combinations of green and red in Viet weddings were considered a symbol of courtship and marriage... and romantic with erotic symbolism... Oh my god... LimGuda...

I read a post by @/lotusinjadewell that in Southern Vietnam, Viet brides would wear 2 áo ngũ thân on top of each other, with the outer layer being green, and the inner layer being red. That reminds me of Douman colours...

LimGuda wearing green and red Việt phục (Combusts) I wanted to choose those colours because green and red are also notable wedding colours! Anyways I'd have many more things to say about them, but it'd be an essay, so I just wanted to let people know about my immense love for them!!!

I wanna draw them more, since they’re one of my top favourite ships ever and incredibly important to me, but Douman’s design is the most detailed and complex out of my faves. Still, I'd like to become powerful at drawing them someday. Plus, I wanna give myself simpler outfits to fall back on whenever I don't want to draw their canon outfits (especially Douman's which has too many details)

They give me constant brainrot I think about them every single day. I’ve been down bad for them since December 2020. LIMGUDA

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gayaest · 1 year

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WAAA i love your paravolley au so much ... the art is all so beautiful and colourful and seeing people hc my little guys with disabilities is so cool and great !!! its just not the kind of thing you see in fanbases that often .. thank you so much (and also thank you for the bright idea to put charms on my crutches like in your sugawara design !)

Of course of course!! It means so much that other people like my silly disabled au’s, i must do it for every fandom i’m in because I just always want people like me to be involved!

Suga is someone I can see that has the coolest pair of crutches, he matches it to his outfits because he’s a little extra, and that works— and then thinking of him as a school teacher later on, he changes the charms out like mrs frizzle.

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Hiya!! I'd love a general matchup pls <3

My prefered fandoms are bnha and marvel 😊 I go by she/her pronouns and identify as bisexual with a slight male lean lmao

I'm 5'7 (literally only just by like less than 1cm) with brown eyes and long blonde hair that is dip-dyed a rose gold-y pink halfway down. In terms of body type I'm reasonably slim and, with no real way of wording this without it sounding weird (as if this is any better), shaped like the letter P. Haha ok ANYWAYS I tend to wear clothes that fit the "soft girl" aesthetic and have a huge love of cardigains and fake fur coats (I recently bought a massive fake fur leopard print coat and I would die for it in a HEARTBEAT).

My absolute fave things in the world are cats, the colour pink, nature and cosplaying. I have taken most of my friends on picnics with them and enjoy making rly flimsy daisy chains and also making the food to eat there because cooking/baking is one of my main hobbies and I make sure to make something every weekend (latest creations being flapjacks & coconut chicken with rice just not both together at th same time that would be such a cursed combo ew). Pink and cats are p self explanitory but cosplay holds such a huge place in my heart as a former drama kid it gives me a way to express myself and also combine my other loves of sewing and makeup into a final product 💗💗💗. OH I ALSO ADORE FASHION AND PUTTING OUTFITS TOGETHER IN A DIGITAL STYLIST WAY WHILE I SLOWLY GROW MY OWN WARDROBE HEHE.

Overall (as this is getting long soz) I am an extroverted bundle of joy and chaos who is incredibly feminine despite growing up a massive tomboy and I love nothing more than being able to interact with others and putting a smile on their faces 🥰 OH WAIT ALSO FOR SOME REASON I VERY MUCH FIT THE OPPOSITES ATTRACT VIBE WITH MOST MY FRIENDS AS ALMOST ALL OF THEM R INTROVERTED AND NEED ME TO DRAG THEM PLACES LMAO but they also come across a lot tougher than me so they always try and "protect" me from everything like i am a littol baby (which i am very much not and i have the martial arts training to show for it but it's sweet how muxh they care <3 RIGHT THIS HAS JUST BECOME ME LOVEMAILING MY FRIENDS I WILL ACTUALLY STOP NOW FR HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/WHATEVER TIMEZONE YR IN MWAH

hi my dear ! thank you so much for the request ! i hope you enjoy ! (also you sound really cool and while i was reading this i was like ‘omfg i really wanna be friends)

from my hero academia i match you with;

denki kaminari !

such a sweet guy <3 would love to see y’all together

- absolutely crack relationship ngl. loves to do stupid but sweet shit like dressing up for a gala and then just going to mcdonald’s, or getting on the subway just so you can hop train car to train car

- absolutely mind blown the first time you show him your martial arts training- he thinks it’s so attractive omfg he’s crazy about you

- most dedicated partner ever award goes to him 👍🏻 takes you on picnics, rollerskating dates, study dates (even if there isn’t much studying) like seriously would jump in front of a bullet for you

from marvel i match you with;

mcu! peter parker !

peter my love <3

- totally joins you in martial arts practice, and isn’t too worried about you guys when it comes to defending yourself

- let’s you in on the spidey secret a couple months into the relationship because he hates the idea of lying to his partner.

- thinks you’re the most adorable being ever- like seriously can’t get enough of you ever. takes you ice skating at rockefeller center, or musicals on broadway- whatever you want he’s going to try his best to make it happen

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #matchup #matchup request #marvel #mcu #mha #bnha #my hero academia #peter parker #spider-man #denki kaminari #chargebolt #x reader #headcanons #moodboards #imagines

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jadenightthewriter · 1 year

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Okay I know I'm sending these in all different rlly long asks which is probably a little annoying. HOWEVER. Sep and marcellus don't even rlly need to scheme bc a) marcias way less stubborn in this au than she is in canon. Like she's still super stubborn but if marcellus specifically brings an idea to her then she will genuinely consider it and also b) despite being 10 years younger than her, marcellus is Super strong from carrying around loads of gold all the time (and marcia. Lost a lot of weight in dn1) so whenever marcias. Neglecting her basic needs like food or sleep he can just pick her up and carry her to wherever she needs to be abdjfbfnfn. He doesn't do it in public tho he has Some respect for her dignity <3 also yeah their rooms r just. Full of random magyk/alchemy stuff like maybe marcellus has more alchemy when marcia has more magyk but honestly they use each others rooms to store stuff just as much as they use their own so it's all kind of mixed in.

AND YEAH UR SO RIGHT I have been making designs for them (+esmerelda) and I'm having a lot of fun I've given Marcia the curly toes. I think marcellus gets red python skin. I've got a baby marcellus design done and coloured that I put like. The smidgiest bit of effort (<-read:1 google search) into making period accurate as well as I could. But older marcellus is free game bc who knows what they dress like in the modern day castle it all seems a bit mad tbh

And. Yeah <33 septimus is having a better time in this au than in canon. Not that he was having a Bad time in canon especially (besides the horrors) but marcia in this au has some idea what she's doing (<-did frantic research on how to help traumatised kids when she first met marcellus) and marcellus also knows what he would've wanted to happen when he was in the same situation. So it's just. Nice?? Idk. Marcia has done this before and she knows at least some of the mistakes not to make again basically. Septimus is just happy and also kind of overwhelmed to have so many ppl care abt him

no it's ok lol, it helps me stop my brain from running too fast in too many directions

i meant more as in septimus wants a pet lizard or smth and they just trick her into thinking it was her idea lmao. but also it's So Nice to realize that in this au marcia has someone who's actually capable of making her take care of herself. in canon lots of people tried but they just didn't have the ability to actually Make Her. i feel like in thm the reason why she's doing pretty well and looking after herself is because she sort of had to after sep became eow and she was left to sort herself out.

marcia and marcellus absolutely do matching sibling outfits. they probably make sep join them <3 (the shoe guy terry or smth hates this whole family)

designs 👀👀 can i,,, see them,,,,, mayhaps

marcia and marcellus probably have lots of conversations about how to look after sep, and they probably cry a little bit about how marcellus only had marcia (which, i love her and marcellus loves her and she's super great, but also she was a singular traumatized person with 0 experience with children)

#M&Ms au

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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