#rule of threes damnit

[luveline]

Hello Jade! I have a request for hotch if that’s okay, I was thinking something like he’s dating sunshine!reader who goes to a police precinct with the team and the sheriff/deputy insults Hotch in front of her (maybe she’s not part of the BAU so he doesn’t realise she knows Hotch?) and she snaps and punches him/pushes him to the ground and afterwards she’s really quiet and refusing to tell anyone what happened cause she doesn’t want Hotch to hear that people were bad mouthing him. Everyone is confused cause she’s usually so bubbly and it’s disconcerting to see her so stern but she has to protect her man damnit 😤

(Ps I’m the anon who got confused about rules n you’re right I was looking under guidelines not requests 🤦🏼‍♀️ sorry!)

hi babe, thank you for your request! (and no worries at all, no sorry necessary!!)

—hotch is dumbfounded when you slap a deputy sheriff, but you have your heartfelt reasons. fem, 2k

You're not specifically BAU, but when Hotch calls, you answer. You don't look BAU either in your skirt with your blue laptop carry case; twice you're asked what you're doing in the precinct and if you need assistance, but eventually you get to the centre of the action upstairs, meandering through the detective's desks toward a conference room with a sticky-taped sign that says to knock before entering. 

"Hey, Spencer," you say, shouldering open the door. "They leave you behind?" 

Spencer turns away from his white board. "I'm more useful here right now. Did you bring the ethernet cable for Garcia?"

You put your laptop case on the table and pull out her desired cable. "Where is she?" It's hard-pressed for Penelope to be found anywhere away from her computer during case times. You must get twenty or more rejection emails a month from your fellow tech analysist. Sorry, working a case :'( 

"Bathroom. There's a kitchen if you need coffee. You have a badge?" 

You flash your visitor's badge at him. "Get you one?" 

"Four sugars. Thanks, L/N." 

You flash him a smile. The kitchen is back the way you came and to the right. It's nowhere near big enough for the workforce, three tables and one microwave next to a sink full of mugs. You smile at anyone who looks at you and beeline for a coffee pot. No one questions you. They must be used to outsiders invading their space this week. 

"Mean fucking guy." 

You tilt your head to the side, hand paused in their cup cabinet above the sink. You shouldn't be nosy, but they're not being very quiet, either.

"He has to be mean, I guess. That's a tight ship to run," says a second voice.

"I'd understand it if I thought they were getting somewhere. It's been four days, and between the string bean and his pushpin map and that tech girl who won't shut up? They're doomed. The boss is either too stubborn or too damn stupid to realise." 

You close the cabinet and turn around. 

"I fucking hate this shit. Ties in their suit jackets coming into our investigation and chasing the wrong leads. We could've had Miller in cuffs two days ago if Hotchner hadn't shut us down, two days ago! And now another kid is dead, and there's not a drop of remorse on him. He doesn't care about doing his job, he–" 

"He what?" you ask. Your heart is beating hard before you've so much as parted your lips, your hands trembling. You screw them into tight balls. 

"Excuse me?" 

Your opposition is a rough hewn man in a deputies badge, a cup of coffee held between two paws. He narrows thick salt and pepper brows at your question, his mouth screwed into a telling snarl. 

"You think Agent Hotchner doesn't care about his job? So why is he here? Why did he agree to take the case?" 

"Who the fuck are you?" 

You shake your head in annoyance and take the FBI badge from your little cross body bag. You toss it on the table, your beaming face looking up at him a juxtaposition to the glare you wear now. 

He stands up from his table. The lunch room hushes but the riot of precinct cacophony stays strong just outside of the door, a thrum that battles your roaring heart. You're so angry you can barely speak, and it'll only get worse. 

"I'm sorry you have to hear it from me, darling, I am, but your boss out there? Agent Hotchner?" The deputy scoffs. "He's a fool running blind. He turned away from the real issue here. He's a prideful, narcissistic idiot who's let the power of his paycheck get to his head, and as far as I'm concerned? So long as he stops us from arresting Jaden Miller? He's a murderer, too. The blood is on his hands." 

You know you're going to slap him from the moment he says 'murderer', but the knee to his crotch straight after is a surprise even to yourself. All you're thinking for one horrible white-hot moment is How can I hurt him? It's shameful, and you slam your knee up a second time anyhow. 

—

"You can tell me what happened now or later, but it's going to be much easier on you if you tell me now." 

Hotch hates this part. What he wouldn't give to have someone else here to reprimand you. He understands why Gideon left and he wouldn't want him back unwillingly, but Hotch thinks your nightly phone call may go over smoother tonight if it were Gideon standing in his place. Half the time Hotch finds he's uninterested in scolding you. It's why you stay firmly in your department and away from his bias in the BAU. He can't be optimal at his job while you're around. 

It's not limited to telling you off, of course. When you're near, he wants to act like it. He wants to take your hand, hold your arm, rub a palm between your shoulders. He wants to pull you into his lap, or pinch the soft lobe of your ear between his fingers to watch you shiver, blow warm air at the back of your neck to hear your laugh. This cold silence is his worst nightmare, but he can't cross the line. 

Well, he can't cross the line too much. 

In the privacy of a cordoned, borrowed office, Hotch can sit beside you. The blinds are closed, and his intimidation act wasn't getting him anywhere anyways. More flies with honey than vinegar. 

"I can't show favouritism here, do you understand? Especially when you're being physically violent against the deputy sheriff." Hotch watches the soft pillow of your bottom lip tremble in a private terror. "I know you wouldn't do this for no reason. I know. Give me a reason to take your side and I will." 

"I don't want to talk about it." 

"Did he say something inappropriate?" 

You don't answer.

"Did he?" Hotch can feel the anger he's been pushing down start to rise. When a woman like you, happy-go-lucky, pretty, and always smiling, turns to violence, it's not hard to picture why. He knows full well the horrible things a man can say to a woman. "Please, trust me to take care of this." 

"Hotch, I really don't want to talk about this. You can reprimand me, send me home." 

"No. Tell me what he said." 

You glare at him. Hotch finds with a heart-skipping hurt that it's the first time he's been on the receiving end of your disdain. "No. I don't want to." 

"And I don't want to send you home." He knows how he looks, stony-eyed and furrowed brow. He has to try hard to relax into a more neutral expression. "I won't. Not when I know you'd never hurt someone." 

"Well, I did." 

"We all do things we don't mean to in anger." 

In the quiet, he can hear Emily asking loud questions about what happened, and her almost comedic gasp as someone informs her of the situation. Morgan couldn't find the words to tell Hotch over the phone what happened, just told him to hurry back, and it was doubly difficult to get the story out of Spencer, who'd been the one responsible for standing in your way. 

"He called her a bitch," Spencer told him. "I didn't want to hold her back after that." 

The sheriff deputy has a good hundred pounds on you, so no matter what he called you, Hotch is glad you were pulled away. 

Hearing that you'd been called a bitch set his nerves aflame. When Spencer explained that this was said by a man on his knees after a swift jab to the crotch, Hotch was more confused. 

He follows a whim. He's biassed for sure, but he knows you're the most beautiful woman in any room that you walk into. It doesn't shock him that a high-ranking authority figure would take advantage of his position to make a pass at you. 

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," he says softly. "Whatever he said to you, I– I'm not supposed to support violence, but I understand if it got too much. Sexual harassment is unjustifiable, and I'll stand with you and your actions completely." 

"He didn't harass me, Aaron," you say, looking down at your knees. You're wearing dark stockings, pinching at the fabric distractedly. 

"Did he touch you?" 

"No, Aaron–" You sigh frustratedly. "I don't want to tell you what he said because it's not true." 

"He insulted you?" 

"He insulted you." You glance at him and then away. "I couldn't stand it." 

If there weren't cameras in the room he'd bundle you into his arms and kiss the slope of your cheek, because how is he supposed to handle this? You're hitting people when they talk bad about him now? 

Hotch doesn't need to ask to know it was bad. You're a well-meaning, well-adjusted person. You'd hardly hit somebody for calling Hotch a jerk. Something severe would've been said to have pushed you over the edge, but, to his detriment, Hotch has heard a thousand awful things about himself from a thousand different mouths, and he doesn't worry about what it was. 

"Alright. Listen to me carefully." Your shoulders stiffen. "I don't want you hurting people over me. I don't need you to defend me. I don't want you to fight my battles for me, and I certainly don't want you assaulting people on my behalf." 

Your lip again begins to tremble. "I'm sorry." 

"No. Don't be sorry." He covers your knee in his hand gently, ducking his head to meet your glassy eyes. He's gone about this the wrong way, upsetting you unnecessarily. He rushes to correct it. "I love that you want to defend me, I love that you did, and it isn't lost on me how much it means to have you at my side, but… You could have been seriously injured. Honey, picking on someone your own size is a double-sided coin. What if the deputy hit you back?" 

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt." 

He leans down more, imploring, desperate to be heard. "I'm afraid of you getting hurt. Me. I'm worried someone's going to hurt you when I'm not around." 

"He was saying all this stuff about you and it wasn't true–" 

"It's okay," he says, shaking his head slowly from one side to another. "It doesn't matter. I know what people like him think of me, and he's not in an easy position." He drops his voice to a murmur for your ears alone. "I'm not saying you should agree with him, I can't tell you that I like him much." 

You laugh weakly, the sound quickly melding to a sniffle. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I shouldn't have hit him. I don't know what came over me." 

"We get angry for the people we care about." 

He can't kiss you, really, not at work, but he can show you some heavy affection. It's a boundary crossed. Luckily, Hotch knows you won't report him. 

"Thank you for defending me. You can stay on the case if you promise not to do it again," he says, squeezing your smaller hand in his, drawing a lopsided heart with his thumb into the back of it. 

"I'll promise not to do it again if he promises to keep his stupid mouth closed," you mutter. 

"Is it wrong of me to like this version of you?" he says. 

You look him straight in the eye, your usual lightness restored, if dimmed just a touch. "I like all your versions, Agent Hotchner." 

"Good. Remind the version that's your boyfriend to treat you accordingly tonight. Okay?" 

You nod emphatically, both relieved and chastened. "Okay. Thanks, handsome." 

You look tired. Tonight, he'll kiss you like he means it, maybe a touch too rough but apparently you're a hard ass now who can handle it, and he'll hold you close even if he can't give you the attention you deserve until the case is done. He'll make sure you know how much he appreciates your protection, rub your back for hours just the way you like it while sleep fails. 

"You're welcome," he says. He has more to say but there's no more time to waste. There's still work to be done. 

It'll come easier with you at his side, he's sure. 

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[arreuyas]

HOW MUCH? | Toji X Male! Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ In which he was paid to kill you but you offer him to get fucked instead.

warnings: sub!toji, degradation, edging, spanking/slapping, choking, bratty toji, cursing, toji is a bit out of character tbh, zenin bc he doesn't have megumi and his wife here.

wordcount: 1.8k

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TOJI ZENIN, the sorcerer killer, doesn't do any extra work for free. But it's not against his rules to accept a request from a client who is a sorcerer. He doesn't question his client's motives or what they are after all, what matters it the good ol' money.

That's why, when he had a gun aimed at your head and you smirked instead of trying to doge or counter-attack like most sorcerers would do, he raised an eyebrow until the words left your lips: “How much for getting laid by me? I'll pay double of what you're going to get.”

Of course, betraying his clients is one thing that he doesn't do. So yes, he did shoot you, pissed off that those were your last words— or were supposed to be, since the bullet didn't get through your head at all. His eyes widened when you appeared in front of him, hands in your pockets and eyes of someone who wasn't planning to fight him.

“C'mon, don't be like that~” you smiled, your sneaky hand going to his waist and bringing him closer. At this point Toji was so dumbfounded that he took some time to understand what was happening. It was the first time his target flirted with him so blatantly, after all. “How about three times the price, then? Three times the amount and you let me fuck you once.”

Three times the price of your head... it was big money, and it certainly catched his interest. It's not like Toji minded sleeping with men after all, the problem was betraying his client. “And an extra so you can kill whoever it was who asked for my head.”

Alright, that was enough to convince a money-hungry like Toji. He lowered his gun, still a but uncertain about the deal but fuck it, he would think about the consequences later. You smirked with that reaction from the non-sorcerer.

That's how you two ended up in a hotel room, Toji sitting down on your lap, straddling with that big ass of his. You already had a prominent bulge on your pants as the Zenin rubbing his covered rear and dick against your thigh, letting out some grunts between his heavy breaths from time to time.

Fucking humiliating. It was what Toji thought. He was literally acting like a whore— moving himself on top of you for some money. Well, at least the money was way higher than what a whore would get, but still...

“Damnit, stop fucking teasing me.” He protested when you started pinching his exposed nipples, another grunt coming from him as his body trembled. That bulky man wasn't used to having anyone touching him like that, he usually was the one who held the reins in bed.

“What, can't handle a bit of teasing, sorcerer killer?” You chuckled, rubbing the wet spot on his boxers, the pre-cum leaking out his tip already.

“Can't you just fuck me already–” You stopped his words with a rough spank on his ass, making him shut up with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moving to hold your shoulder.

“Shut up, slut.” You hissed, taking him off your lap and throwing him in bed. Then you unbuckled your belt, glaring down at him. “Take off your pants and spread your legs for me.”

Toji was about to complain but instead he rolled his eyes and obliged the command, getting himself naked. Yet, he didn't spread his legs, receiving a sigh from you. You got on top of the bed, your hand moving to his neck before he could react and gripping tightly on it, chocking him just slightly.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?” You gripped tighter on his neck but Toji kept glaring at you, a hand on your wrist threatening to break your arm. “Unless you want to forget about the money and fight me instead. And believe me when I tell you I'm going to make you fight while being naked.”

He let go with a groan, and you let his neck free again— a reddish mark of your digits on the skin of his neck and you liked it. When you looked down, Toji's dick was twitching and more precum was leaking from it, then you chuckled with a raised eyebrow. “Oh? Someone likes getting choked and degraded? Such a whore.”

You grabbed a lube from the bedside table, pouring the liquid on your fingers and some on Toji's rear, then watching it go down to the entrance of his ass, his naughty hole blinking. You didn't wait much though, there was no reason to be gentle with him— and you knew that Toji would prefer that way, too. So you immediately inserted two fingers inside, already moving them to loosen him up. Toji grunted, biting his lower lip with his eyebrows furrowed before you added a third finger.

The Zenin had such a nice body, it almost looked like a sin— as if he was begging to be fucked. After all, what's the use of having such thick thighs and such a sexy ass if not for fucking them? You glanced down at him while playing with his hole, fingering him and teasing his prostate, your other hand stroking your cock slowly.

“Enough of foreplay. Spread your hole for me.” You said, watching him click his tongue in annoyance but still doing as you told. You held one of his legs on top of your shoulder. “And stop rolling your eyes or clicking your tongue every time I tell you to do something, it's getting me soft.”

Toji scoffed.

“Ha. Then maybe you're not a real man if a roll of eyes is enough to—” He couldn't finish his sentence as you thrusted your cock inside, invading his hole in one swift move. He gasped, his hands letting go from his ass to grab a handful of the sheets as he glared at you like he wanted to kill you.

You smirked down at him with a mocking gaze. “What were you saying about real man again? I don't think I heard you.” You teased, pulling your cock halfway out before slamming it back inside, the Zenin letting out a grunt. You moved your free hand to pinch his nipple, pulling on it.

“You bastard...” He muttered as you stopped your hips for a moment, leaning down to his chest. Your tongue licked and sucked his right nipple then your teeth sunk down for a bite, Toji flinched and groaned from pain mixed with pleasure. “The hell are you doing–”

“Taming you.” You cut him off with a sadistic smile. Toji wanted to make that smile of yours disappear because he was starting to like it more than he should. “From now on, every single time you complain or call me anything that isn't master you're going to be punished.”

You chuckled, pulling your cock out almost completely and slamming it back in, moving in slow thrusts. “Understand?”

You spanked his ass again, a silent warning for him to answer. The non-sorcerer groaned, biting his lip in both annoyance and pleasure. “Yes...” He took a second to continue: “...Master.”

“See? It's not that hard to stop being such a brat.” You said, starting to fasten the pace of your thrusts. Who the hell are you calling a brat? Toji wanted to shout, but didn't. Your veiny, fat cock was filling his insides and the tip pressing against his prostate was making Toji flinch every time you aimed at that spot. He was starting to actually moan too, instead of only letting out those grunts and heavy breaths of his.

The moment you grabbed his dick and starting stroking it he whimpered, one of his hands grabbing the sheets as the other was behind him, grasping the pillow. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge as you moved back and forth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Faster— Ugh, I'm close...”

But then you stopped moving your hips, pressing your thumb against the tip of his cock. The Zenin's eyes immediately moved to you, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and confusion. “What are you doing? I said I'm close to cumming.”

“I heard what you said,” you chuckled, slamming your cock inside one more time then stopping. “You're going to beg for if you want to cum. Or else we're staying like this for the rest of the evening.”

“Beg? Me? Ha. In your dreams–” Slap! Toji's eyes widened when he felt the hit against his cheek, his teeth gritting in anger as he glared at you, his mouth already opening to protest when you raised your hand again, now spanking his ass instead. “Fuck, cut it out!”

“Beg.” You repeated, your thumb making small circles on the tip of his hard cock, smearing the precum as his body squirmed under your touch. Toji knew he was at his breaking point and being unable to orgasm didn't hurt yet, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

“Damnit... Please, let me cum.” He muttered, glancing away with a frown. You raised an eyebrow with a chuckle, shaking your head in response. Another spank on his ass, Toji letting out a low moan.

“Beg like you mean it, non-sorcerer.” You said in a seductive whisper, your tongue sticking out from your lips to lick his neck up to his jaw.

“Please!” He said, thrusting his hips up against your touch, searching for his high only to be stopped by your hands keeping him still. The Zenin was physically stronger than you, and he knew that. But maybe because he was too horny he couldn't react very well or even think about fighting back and dominate you instead.

“Not enough.” You said, threatening to pull your dick out from him but his legs instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you back inside. You hummed in amusement, not expecting that from him. “So?”

“Please...” he repeated, then added: “Master. Keep fucking my guts until I cum.” You noticed how Toji couldn't keep glaring at you. He was embarrassed, and you found that cute. It was so unlike Toji to act so submissive like that from the little bit of time you talked with him.

“You still have a lot to learn... but for now I'll let it pass.” It was weird how you talked as if this wouldn't be the first and last time you two slept together. But Toji didn't have much time to react, as you finally started moving again, your cock inside him and your hand moving tightly and fast around his shaft.

“Fuck! Yes– Harder!” He moaned out loud and it only took a few more thrusts and strokes for him to shoot his cum, his back arching and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his legs trembled around you. His seed dirtied his abdomen and his hole clenched against your cock tightly, almost not letting you move.

It was such a sexy sight. You also didn't endure much after that, cumming right after him. Your load being pumped deep inside the Zenin as you let out a grunt, biting your lower lip with a smirk.

After some seconds and when the ecstasy broke down, Toji switched back to his cold mode almost immediately, looking at you. “About the money– What–” His eyes widened when you thrusted against him again, a involuntary whimper leaving his lips. You were still hard.

“Oh? I don't remember saying we were done. How much for a round two?”

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[sunflowergirl522]

Fat Cat

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie feeds strays and your cat gets out.

Word Count: 2033

A/n: Not my best work but enjoy it anyway? Also the Eddie Taglist may or may not open up after this one.

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s been feeding the strays around the trailer park for as long as he’s been living with his uncle. It started with one skinny kitten coming up to him on the porch while he was eating a hotdog. It let out the softest meow he’d ever heard and he didn’t even hesitate breaking a piece off and dropping it a few feet away from him. Over the years the amount of cats he was feeding grew and scraps of food and leftovers no one was gonna eat became cat food that Eddie went out of his way to get. 

Eddie was cleaning up the first time your cat trailed up to his trailer at night. It was one of Wayne's rules, if you’re gonna feed the whole neighborhood at least clean up at night so I don’t have to hear them when I’m trying to sleep. He happened to look up from where he was picking up the scattered pieces of cat food on the porch and came face to face with the fattest orange cat he’d ever seen. 

“Hello there. You look like you’ve already eaten five whole bowls.” The cat plopped down and just stared at him. “Oh alright, I guess a little more won’t kill you.”

“Oh my God!” You had rushed over as soon as you spotted Tigger scooping him up without even looking at the now wide eyed boy. “You’re such a fucking dick you know that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh! Not you, sorry! I was talking to this fatass.” You finally looked away from the cat and met his eyes. “He recently learned that he can bust through the shitty screen door if it’s not locked. Were you about to give him food?” 

“Uh, I think so?” Eddie wasn’t completely sure what was happening exactly.

“I’m trying to keep him on a diet so hopefully he loses weight. I’m Y/n, just moved into the trailer over that way.” You motioned to a trailer behind you without looking before holding your hand out for him.

“Eddie.” He frantically brushed his hands off on his jeans before standing and taking your own. 

“This menace is Tigger and despite who he’s named after he’s the laziest piece of shit you’d ever see. Isn’t that right baby boy?” You brought his face up to yours as you cooed at the cat in your arms that was purring up a storm. “I’ll let you get back to what it was you were doing, bye Eddie see you around!” And with that you turned and hurried back to your trailer leaving Eddie to wish he’d said something, anything, else.

Since then Tigger has found his way over to Eddie’s trailer at least five more times, but most likely more because those are just times Eddie’s caught him when he’s getting home from work. He’s always quick to scoop the cat up before heading over to your place to drop him off. If you weren’t home he’d leave a note on your door saying he had Tigger and to come get him when you could. But when you were home you’d usher Eddie in and make him dinner as a reward for bringing your baby home. Usually it was some form of pasta but it was always one of the best meals Eddie’s had, and he made sure to tell you. 

“Listen all I’m saying is you’ve been in a suspiciously good mood lately and I don’t get why you’d hide a girlfriend from us.” Dustin says for what feels like the millionth time today but really is only the second, Mike asking earlier makes it three times total, as he follows Eddie to his trailer's door. 

“I’m not hiding a girlfriend. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t have one?” He groans as he fishes out his key to unlock it glancing over quickly to the porch. He does a double take when he recognizes the orange ball. 

“Hey there troublemaker!” He jumps from the stairs and steps to the porch tapping it to get the cat's attention. Tigger turns around at the sound and lets out a small sound while running to Eddie’s hand to be pet. “You get out again?”

“God fucking damnit!” Eddie can hear your yell from your trailer across the way thanks to the door being open and it being a quiet afternoon in the trailer park.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie smiles as Tigger bumps his head into his hand knowing you’re about to make your way over.

“Are you gonna unlock the door anytime soon or what?” Dustin asks from where he’s been standing at the door.

“Eddie!” Your voice fills his ears before he can respond to Dustin and he turns his head to watch you come towards him, his smile bigger than Dustin’s ever seen. “Please tell me he came over here again.”

“Yep.” He moves out of the way to reveal the cat purring into his hand.

“Thank God! I really have to start locking the door so fatty stops coming over and eating all your food.”

“Don’t be mean.” Eddie snatches Tigger up before you can grab him, protectively holding him close to his chest. “He’s lost weight and deserves a little treat.” That was true, Tigger is now much smaller than he was when Eddie first saw him. Thanks to you taking him on walks, a feat you had to do with his treat bag in hand, and having him on the diet.

“You’re awful, oh my god!” You laugh through your words. “Stop spoiling him before he starts liking you more than he likes me.”

“What am I watching right now?” Dustin pulls the two of your attentions over to him. Eddie throws his head back suppressing a groan at the reminder that he was there at all. 

“Oh hello! I’m Y/n, and that’s my cat Tigger.” 

“I’m Dustin, Eddie’s best friend.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Dustin.” You smile at the younger boy and Eddie clears his throat to bring your eyes back to him. 

“Has he been gone long?” He nods his head down at the cat in his arms. 

“I don’t know, probably not. I just got out of the shower and the door was cracked open so he must’ve escaped while I was in it.” You step closer to him so you can scratch Tigger behind his ears and Eddie’s heart picks up a bit at your closeness.  “Are you just getting home?”

“Yeah. I was unlocking the door when I spotted him.”

“Oh!” Your sudden exclamation has Eddie and Dustin both slightly jumping. “I finished your book! Let me take him home and I’ll come right back with it and you can give me the next one.” You take Tigger from his arms and hurry off to your trailer.

Eddie had let you borrow Fellowship of the Ring after you stopped by his trailer to talk to him after seeing him reading on the porch. You had noticed how the book looked like it’s been read more than once and Eddie mentioned it being his favorite series. You’re the one who asked to read it and he had shut the book and handed it to you right then and there. 

“So that’s what’s got you in such a good mood.” Dustin states as Eddie comes back up the steps to open the door. 

“Alright c'mon punk inside.” He holds the door open for his younger friend. 

“Why don’t you ask her out?”

“What makes you think I want to ask her out?” He desperately does but he’s not sure exactly how to. Being friends with a girl? That was always easy for him but going from friends to something else with girls? That was always something that was difficult for him but has become so much harder since the Vecna stuff last year seeing as people barely wanted to be seen around him if they weren’t before even after his name was cleared.

“The heart eyes you got the minute she came over and how it was like watching parents fussing over their child.” Eddie tinges pink at Dustin’s correct descriptions. 

“Just shut up and pick a movie. I gotta go find The Two Towers.”

Dustin’s looking through Eddie’s and Wayne’s limited pick of movies, wishing they had stopped by Family Video, when there’s a knock on the door. He knows that it has to be you and in that moment he comes up with a plan without thinking twice about it while he opens the door.

“Hi again!”

“Eddie wants to know if you wanna go on a date with him?”

“What?” Your eyes go wide and you step back a little bit as if the shock of hearing those words come out of Dustin's mouth was so strong that it forced you back. At the same time Eddie freezes in the kitchen, eyes basically bulging out of his head and his mouth agape. What he should do is grab Dustin by the back of his shirt and throw him back into the living room before trying to laugh it off but he can’t get himself to move, stuck in his spot book in hand and heart racing in his chest anxious for what Dustin might say next and how you’re going to react.

“He wants to take you out to dinner or something and then kiss you at your door. Maybe then introduce you to all his friends and move in together and have babies and-” Eddie rushes over and throws his hand over his friend's mouth who’s now on thin ice.

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” He awkwardly chuckles as he shoves Dustin off to the side. He peeks at you out of the corner of his eye before turning to look at you instead of glaring at Dustin when he sees the soft smile on your face.

“Here’s your book. I really really liked it and I can’t wait to read the next one.” Eddie takes your words as a signal that you’re just going to forget everything that was just said to you and he doesn’t know if he’s more disappointed or relieved that you’re not saying anything about it.

“Here.” He hands you the next book while taking the first one from you. “The first one’s my favorite but the rest are just as good.” 

“Hey Eddie?”

“Yeah Sweetheart?”

“There’s this movie coming out next week, The Princess Bride, you wanna maybe take me to see it? Then depending on how that goes we can kiss at my door and maybe you can introduce me to your friends.” Eddie’s mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish out of water as he tries to find the words too shocked to think of anything.

“Yeah, yes, I would love to take you out to see it!” He beams at you once he does find the right words and you return one of your own in response.

“Perfect then it’s a date! See you tomorrow probably.” After a quick finger gun and wave you’re hurrying back home to dance around in excitement with Tigger.

“Well, it looks like you should be thanking me.” Dustin says once Eddie steps back from the door and turns to him, arms crossing over his chest.

“Run.”

“What? But I totally just got you a date!” And yet Dustin’s realizing he may have taken it a little too far in the process of getting him said date.

“And I’ll give you a head start because of that. Starting…now.”

“Why don’t we just watch a movie and celebrate the accomplishment that just happened?”

“You’re wasting precious time.” And with that Dustin rushes out of the door Eddie hot on his heels.

“What happened to the head start?!”

“I lied!” With that he tackles Dustin to the ground, both boys laughing in the process of falling. “Thanks.” He punches his arm after a minute of them both just laying there on the ground and stands up offering a hand. “Now let’s go have that movie night you begged me for.” Dustin rolls his eyes following Eddie back inside.

Eddie Taglist(Closed): @sadbitchfangirl​ @notbeforelong​​ @munsonswhore86​​ @navs-bhat​ @emotionaldreamer​ ​​​​​ @fangirling-4-ever​  @gaysludge​ @audhd-dragonaut​ ​​ ​@eddiethesexy​ @mazerunnerrose​ @tvserie-s-world​ @midnightsgetawaycar  @goldylions  @spacedoutdaydreamer @mushroomelephant @saramelaniemoon @kaylshunter @nojamsonmytoast @vintagehellfire @esoltis280 @spikedhe4rt @let-love-bleeds-red @siriuslysmoking @toobsessedsstuff @alana4610 @gretavanfleas @sparkletash @aactuaaltraash @spookyemorockbabe

Everything Taglist: @matchamunson @bubsonnobx @practicalghost @katsukis1wife @crustyowos @yourfavdummy @protecteddiemunson4vr @kennedy-brooke

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[thecuriousquest]

Bakugou with a darling that refuses to eat?? ❤️

EAT, DAMNIT!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (abuse), force feeding, tiny bit of spanking, manipulation, face slapping, vomit

Master List here.

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“Really? You’re being a brat now?”

It always starts out with him calling you a name, anything insulting or condescending, even if it’s a pet name.

You turn away from him, not with a huff, not with disdain, but an air of sadness. You miss your old life, and you want it back. Fuck, you’ll do anything to get your old life back. Not eating is your only semblance of control under his strict rules and regimens.

Wake up at 7:00 am. Shower. Brush your teeth. Dry and brush your hair. Get dressed in what Bakugou has laid out for you the night before. Go to the kitchen. Eat the food he has prepared. Take your vitamins for extra nutrients. Go back to your room so that he can lock you in it while he’s at work.

And that’s just the fucking beginning of it all.

Not abiding by his strict routine results in harsh discipline, and you always try to avoid it at all costs. However, after spending three months in his house, you just can’t seem to do it anymore.

You did part of his regimen before getting so fed up you decided to stay in your room and skip breakfast. Now, he’s standing before you with his arms crossed while you sit on your bed, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. His expression is…less than pleased.

“I have to go to work, so get your tiny ass downstairs and eat before I haul you over my shoulder and make you.”

“You can’t keep treating me like this,” you convey to him, glancing up at him from your hands in your lap.

He really doesn’t look happy at all.

Bakugou strides over to you and leans down, caging you in with his bulky limbs as he rests large hands on either side of your hips.

“You defying me? You really wanna do this? I’m giving you a chance here. One chance is all you get.”

“Please, just, let me go home.”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and grabs you, pulling you up and towards him. He bends until your hip connects with his shoulder, and then you’re looking down his back at the floor.

“No, I don’t want to eat! You can’t fucking make me!”

“Yeah? Wanna bet?” he challenges as he slaps your ass with a splayed hand. “You’ve been a good girl so far. I don’t know what the fuck changed, but I’m not putting up with it.”

You feel each bump as he descends the staircase, holding you closely with an arm wrapped around your thigh. You grip his hero costume with both hands, silently praying that whatever is about to happen won’t be too bad.

He puts you down on the table, forcing you to sit right next to your plate of food. You notice it has cooled down considerably since there isn’t any steam wafting from it. Then, he’s pushing you down so that you’re looking up at the ceiling.

“Katsuki?”

He grabs a handful of food and stuffs it into your mouth, clapping an unmoving hand over your lips.

“You’re gonna fucking eat this food, damnit! You got that?!”

You don’t dare let the tears out, you don’t dare vocalize any of your suffering. The food stays put in your mouth as you breathe through your nose.

He narrows his eyes at you and pinches your nostrils shut with two fingers. His grin is wicked as he forces your compliance.

You shake your head, trying to get away from him, trying to get your bearings so that you can slip away from his grip and spit the food at him.

You try to kick him, but he’s pressed in between your legs. You claw at his arms, but it’s nothing to him.

“Eat and I’ll let go.”

What choice do you have? Swallow or die? Those are horrible choices!

You try to wait it out and see if you can just die, but your brain won’t allow it. Survival instincts kick in, and you end up gulping down the egg and rice in your mouth. He lets go and pats your cheek lightly.

“All of that just to end up eating anyway. Haven’t you learned a thing by now? You can’t beat me.”

Your hands shake, but you still refuse to give in.

“There. I ate. Can you just let me go back to my room now?”

“Sit down and eat it all. You can go once you’re done.”

“I’m not fucking hungry! How many times do I have to say it, you pig headed bastard?!”

You hear it before you feel it, the sharp crack of his large palm on your cheek. You’re lucky he didn’t singe your flesh with an explosion like he sometimes does during a spanking.

Holding your cheek, you look at him with shocked and wide eyes, glistening orbs threatening to betray you with tears sprouting up in them.

You want to hold them back so badly. You don’t want to hear him call you a cry baby, don’t want to feel him lick the salty droplets off of your face.

He begins rolling up his sleeves. “You’ve got two options. Either you can eat, or I’ll just keep hitting you until you do. Either way, you’re fucking eating that food. What will it be, Teddy Bear?”

Teddy Bear…you hear that name often because your quirk allows you to shift into a brown bear. With the quirk cancelling cuff on your ankle, you haven’t been able to run free and use it in a long time.

You rub your cheek slightly and push those tears back down like cotton in a stuffed animal.

Bakugou reaches out for your chin, lifting it slightly so that you can look into his crimson eyes. “I can be gentle, you know? I can be nice. Let me show you how nice I can be. Just…be good for me and let me show you.” He sounds desperate for you to hear him. It’s different, and you don’t know what to think about all of this.

Instead of being hit again, you nod your head and whisper, “Okay.”

He grabs the chopsticks and tells you to open your mouth, feeding you with caution this time instead of slapping the food into your open cavern. You have to admit that it does taste rather good now that you’re not forced to eat it. The hero feeds you bite after bite with zero aggression, only the stored up love in his heart that he never really gets the chance to show you.

He even praises you…somewhat.

“That’s a good Teddy Bear. There you go. See? Doesn’t have to be that difficult.”

You finish your entire breakfast with his help, and he sends you back to your room.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon to check on you. Read a book or watch a movie. Love you.” He gives you a kiss on your stinging cheek before locking you inside.

You wait to hear the door to the house open and shut. Walking to the adjacent bathroom, you throw up the contents of your breakfast into the toilet. Now, you feel like you’ve beaten him at something.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere katsuki bakugou

[janus-cadet]

Spice up your life!!

Have the Toymaker, as the Knight of Cups, and happy 60th anniversary ! :D

(It might be my fav tarot card so far, just love the vibe)

Explanations under the cut! In broken english, but I don't think I can do worse that the figure of that card.

As all the knights so far, the Toymaker does not get to ride an actual horse- but hey! Who does not want a hobby Horsen to go clippety-clop down the Straße, ja?

The Knight of Cups, upright, is a card deeply linked with creative forces. While the Page of Cups is inspired by an imaginative idea, the Knight is motivated by action : you have dreamed about what you want to create, and you are making this dream into reality. Or perhaps reality is really just a dream to you; perhaps all dreams are real and reality is fake. It's all the same: you, a creative mind, have the ability to act, and make dreams... true. You follow your imagination, as wild as it can be, and are always happy to be exploring new passions and ideas- even discover a whole new universe, who knows! The Knight of Cups is the alliance of true imagination, and action. You, as the consultant, you who do not possess power beyond the realm of reality, have to see it as a reminder to act, or your dreams will remain just that- dreams, and not reality.

Reversed, the card tells you that maybe, just maybe, you're spending so much time dreaming, playing with your imagination, that you are starting to loose sight of what is real and possible (and, in a certain elemental, unstoppable force's case, any regards to the rules beyond those of the games. Was ist right und wrong, again?). The Knight encourages you to ground your ideas into reality, which might be helped if a certain someone decide to cast salt at the edge of the universe. The card can also indicate that you are sulky, moody, and are perhaps acting a bit like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Perhaps you don't like to loose. Well, that's alright, then! But you are allowing your emotions to get the better of you, when you are not getting your way.

Overall, you can be quite disconnected from reality. If you want to live the better version of yourself, remember that you need to keep your dreams in mind as much as you need to keep track of what's going on around in the world. You don't need to be so small, mate.

(and ffs please when David Tennant is asking you to go off to the stars with him you say yes, damnit)

And that's for today!! This card was an absolute delight to do. And, I mean, so was those three episodes, and so was the Toymaker. That dude has been dancing in my mind for almost a week, now, non stop. So dang excited for 15th run, he's already an absolute icon.

Also! With this card, I reach the sixth Doctor-Who-themed one. First one who is not the Doctor or my precious little 🦷 ! More to go. Many, many more to go. Bill Potts (not Stooky Bill, but Lady Bill) should be next...

#fanart #my art #tarot card #knight of cups #doctor who #the giggle #the giggle spoilers #neil patrick harris #nph #the toymaker #dw 60th #doctor who 60th anniversary #dw #dw the toymaker #the celestial toymaker #tarot project

[idkfitememate]

My boys Bennett and Razor need more love and I had an idea to give it to them.

Imagine Seelie!Reader meeting Bennett and Razor and is all like "I've met these two 5 seconds ago but if anything happens to them, I'm killing everyone in teyvat then myself". Then proceeds to lead them to a massive treasure location. And what makes Seelie!Reader different from other seelies is that instead of giving one treasure, they give multiple, leading them to more all across mond.

Just imagine Bennetts face to see all that treasure (🥺🥺 My baby boi).

Bonus: Seelie!Reader and Boar!Reader team up and Seelie!Reader only gives Venti common chests or nothing at all 🤣

(I've been reading your works since Boar!Reader pt. 1 and loved everything so far. Finally came out if my shell to send this. Don't have to expand on it if you don't want to, I just had the idea and needed to get it out. And if it's possible, can I be 👻 Seelie Anon? I just tend to... lurk... like a Seelie)

You can absolutely be 👻 Seelie anon! Welcome!

And AWE WHAT A CUTE IDEA!!! I love my babies sm-

I imagine you seeked them out first (is seeked a word??) because no way they were just gonna find you randomly-

You’re now officially apart of Benny’s Adventure Team I don’t make the rules sorry.

You are the opposite of Bennett’s bad luck. You know Nagito from Danganronpa? Yeah, Benny is the bad luck and you’re the good luck. Every time something shitty happened, you’re there to counteract it because GOD DAMNIT he deserves to be happy.

The entire guild is confused when Bennett suddenly starts finding all these amazing chests and historical artifacts they’re just like “???When???Did you get good???At adventuring???” But in a good way not a degrading way-

You float beside him everywhere. And if anyone says anything bad about your Benny? All they’re gonna get for the next few months are empty chests. Nothing more, not a single mora.

Now with Razor, you were probably leading Bennett to another chest and found him on the way and just kinda… took him. Like led him with Bennett to a pair of chests with a fuckton of mora in them.

Also meat. For some god forsaken reason Razor’s had meat in it. And potatoes.

Best friends for life.

Benny’s adventure team has three members, Bad Luck Child, That One Wolf Kid, and Glowy Lucky Seelie.

… You may or may not have led one of Razor and Bennett’s bully’s off a cliff into an undefeated cavern filled with Monsters and Ruin Guards… Not your fault though, he followed you, he got what he deserved :)

… Jean does suspect you of being tied to all these disappearances though, not cool Jean, not cool >:(

Just a silly little guy doing what they gotta to make sure their friends are happy, nothing more nothing less *Whistles suspiciously* ૮꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ა

#asks <3 #anon <3 #👻 Seelie anon <3 #Seelie!Creator

[amaryscita]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠

𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙

Tw/Abusive relationship (mentally) manipulation (Gaslighting, guilt-tripping) stalking, threatening, baby trapping, hidden cameras

𝑀𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑂'𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑎

You were Miguel’s favorite and everyone knew it, you’ll pull some pranks with Hobie and you got in less trouble than Hobie, and that was unfair but little did you know you were being punished mentally

Miguel looked at you like you were a child when you disobeyed your parents rules, Miguel then sighed as he touched your hair stroking it making you look at him “God damnit,baby. What did i tell you about being around Hobie.” Miguel scolded as you lowered your head “I’m sorry miggy..” You mumbled as you felt bad about not listening to Miguel :(

But Miguel didn’t care about the prank at all. Well not with you, he cares about the fact you were around talking giggling with Hobie and that pushed Miguel’s buttons. “Don’t you love me? Huh?” Miguel got closer as you backed up “I do Miguel! I do!” You repeated ‘i do, i really do’

Miguel frowned “Then why don’t you listen to me, mi vida? I’ve told you over hundreds of times yet you always go back to Hobie?” He frowned tryna guilt trip you and it was working :(

“I-I won’t talk to him anymore! I promise i promise..! I won’t talk to Hobie anymore!” You were practically on your knees begging for forgiveness and he was enjoying it so much. He pressed his lips against yours as he rubbed your cheek.

He broke the kiss and smiled “Thank you amor, i love you.” You sighed and smiled “I love you too Miguel.” And after that interaction you never even looked at Hobie :(

𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛

You were a fan of Hobie band and he noticed you who wouldn’t notice someone as attractive as you? He definitely noticed you and now you’re his.

No if’s no but’s no what’s you’re his, so he convinced his band mates to do a meet and greet praying you’d come and guess what? You did! B i n g o! You asked him to sign your card and he signed it of course

But also you were the first inline so he gave you a plushie handmade too!! You were so happy! He also signed your card! “Thank you! Thank you!” You said reacting to the plushie as Hobie smiled “I appreciate you for being a fan darlin.” He winked at you, as you blushed

And then he gave you a special pass?? :0 a pass to go backstage after the new show!! You were so happy you went home with the plushie, you set the plushie down as you told your friends about the interaction.

Little did you know Hobie put cameras in the plushie, so now he’s watching your every move, he’s starting to know more about you and he knows how you have baby fever and stuff. He’s taking that to his advantage

The day of the show

Hobie was excited to see you as he had a turkey baster full with his sperm waiting for you, after the show you made your way backstage as Hobie smiled at you “Hey my favorite fan… can you do me a favor?” Hobie asked as you nodded quickly “Anything for you!!” You said excitedly as Hobie passed you the turkey baster “Can you…can you shoot this inside you..? I just wanna see if it’ll work.” You tilted your head “What happens if it works?”

“It saves me.” Hobie said with a frown “For me..please..?” Hobie looked at you with begging eyes, you didn’t know what was inside it but you decided to trust him as you went to the bathroom and shot it inside you.

And the next show you were three months pregnant. Having a boy.. you didn’t know what happened? You were single?? You wondered if the turkey baster saved Hobie. Next show you seen him and you sighed in relief “Hobie!” You waved as he smiled at you “Hey my favorite fan.” He waved back at you and noticing your stomach “Oh? Hookup gone wrong?” He asked

“No! I just woke up pregnant!” You explained as Hobie smiled and whispered “You saved me.”

You were trapped with his baby.. no escape..

URGH TYSM FOR READING FR

#female reader #spider man: across the spider verse #x female reader #x fem!reader #atsv hobie #astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #hobie x y/n #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie my beloved #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #yandere

[8-rae-rae-8]

BABBBEEESSSS

HONEYBEEEEEE

FIGHTER AU?!?!!YOURE BRAIN SO BIGGGGG

IT WAS A THOUGHT

I haven't expanded much upon it but I will !!! (Hopefully...)

Im gunna tell you who's most careful with their fighters

First we have Laswell. She pulls Kyle out of a few fights when she notices the opponent isn't going by the rules, or has seriously hurt him. She doesn't let him fight with a concussion. Kyle is viscous, yes, but he's calculated. Not scrappy. He knows where each punch is gunna land and he easily anticipates opponent movement.

Then, very surprising, we have Roba. He cannot let his prized possession get too damaged. Simon's scarred up already, yes, and he's a machine at work, but Roba has him trained for that. And when he's done, he's done. Even when Simon is pulling back and trying to knock out the opponent. Like a dog fighting on a leash. It doesn't matter how many bruises or blood he's covered in, Simon wants to fight.

Then it's Price, He doesn't have the same restraint, we'll say. He wants the opponent down just as much as Johnny needs it. But he's by far the most encouraging and will gladly tend to wounds. He gives Johnny a safe and warm place to sleep at night, hot meals and a comfy bed.

And finally, Shepherd. He's the real animal, really. It doesn't matter if Graves can't walk, he will get in that ring, damnit. There is no warm bed for him to sleep in. He only gets bandaged up when it's severe. Three of his bones are held together with metal. But he's out there anyway. He's angry, and fucking scrappy. He bites, he scratches, he hits and kicks all messy. It didn't matter as long as he won, Shepherd would tell him. He'd only be taken out to be scolded and then immediately thrown back in. Unless he was unconscious.

#🫣😳blushing /j #fighting ring au #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #general shepherd #phillip graves #john price #kate laswell #kyle gaz garrick #manuel roba

[macsimagines]

can i request yan tokyo manji mikey, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya watching the barbie movie with reader

for mitsuya you can include his sisters thats so cute

and have you watched barbie it’s so good i just finished it, imma be 🌺 annon

Hi 🌺 anon, heads up i keep it at max three so im going to take out mikey! please read my rules next time thank you.

Yandere!Baji

Is pissed. You'd been throwing a fit because he won't let you hang out with your friends tonight so now he's the one taking you to see barbie.

Wasn't going to back down. He made a promise damnit. Then he sees you pull out a hot pink crop top and pink hair accessories. "The hell is that?" "Your uniform, Baji."

Can't believe he looks like this. Can't believe he's not the only one. Baji can see that there's multiple guys all forced into this and he suddenly doesn't feel bad.

His crop top at least shows off his abs.

Yandere!Chifuyu

Begged you to go with him instead of your friends. Not because he wanted to but because he just doesn't like being apart from you. If he has to be in hot pink pants then.. so be it.

"This means I'm your ken right... Right?"

Passes out. Look, baby, he showed up. Lets just be grateful for that.

When he wakes up he plays like he wasn't just dead asleep. "Ya uh... I liked the part with the... birds?"

You proceed to fuck with him. "I think my favorite part was the peace negotiations between the dinosaurs and martians. Barbie really did make a great peace keeper."

Goes back and watches the movie. Realizes you were messing with him.

Yandere!Mitsuya

He suggested it. Mitsuya has been making clothes for barbies since his sisters were young so obviously he needs to make sure they did his first model justice.

Does it up. Has got the look down. Makes sure you do too of course but you swear he's wearing more pink than you are...

"Look, Y/N, I'm reppin' my whole family and all of Toman. This shit is serious."

Loves the movie. Eats that shit up. Loved all the fashion. Wants every look. And talks about it nonstop for the next few hours.

"Clearly the themes of femninity being tied into the toxic idealism of-" JFC. We get it the movie was awesome!

Ends up taking his sisters. "We don't even play with barbies anymore-" "Don't ruin this for me.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere baji keisuke #yandere baji #yandere chifuyu matsuno #yandere chifuyu #yandere mitsuya takashi

[sharksupermacy]

cool with you (a-side)

cool with you (a-side) - !non-idol lia x !cupid reader

synopsis: you were a god and she was a human

genre: fluff, them actually being adorable couple, reader sacrificing their powers, kissng??????, bit of greek mytholgy, based of cool with you lore kinda? a tiny bit of angst, latin but dw i included a translation at the bottom

you were a god.

simple. your job was to make humans fall for each other. you always love your job. it was cozy; you didn't have to interact with other gods who were filled with themselves, and better yet, you got to live among humans.

that was until you met lia. now, despite the fact that one of the rules of gods living among humans is never to form an actual bond with them, you found yourself breaking this rule when it came to her. meeting her accidentally while at an arcade and winning a prize for her that she was struggling to get was the start of your relationship. a week with her had turned into months, and soon enough, it had become three years.

eventually, during this process of forming a bond with her, you fell for her. you felt your heart thumping, your hands sweating, and your heads pounding at the thought of her. you had passed off your relationship with her as just status quo, trying to find the perfect match for her, but you were just stalling for the perfect time to get into a relationship with her.

it was saturday, and snow was lightly falling on the ground. a small smell of chamomile lingering on you as you had just bought a new perfume that you liked. a bouquet of sunflowers in your left hand, meaning a bag of dog treats in the other, while walking down the street towards lia's house. it was the day you were going to finally ask her to be your girlfriend.

you had weighed the pros and cons of asking lia to be in a relationship with you. the latter being that you were so in love with her that you were ready to abandon everything just to have a chance of love with her now. knocking on her door on the chilly day only to be met with the sound of something falling along with groaning near the door. you smiled, and a moment later you were met with an out-of-breath lia smiling back at you.

"may i come in?" you asked her.

"yes, you may," lia said while wiggling her eyebrows. "you bought treats for bella, and sunflowers?" she looked at you weridly while stating what you were holding. 

"the sunflowers are for you if you agree to be my girlfriend," you quickly stated hoping that she would agree. 

"have you not seen the hints i've been throwing at you for the past year?" lia questioned her while taking the flowers. 

"does that mean we are.." you put your hand on your chin. 

"gosh damnit, " lia brought you into a kiss surprisingly. her lips were home, and you had decided that it was worth sacrificing everything for her.

"can i have another?" you asked the slightly shorter girl, smiling at her with a love-sick expression.

"sure, just close the door behind you," she said as she pulled you in for another while you closed the door, locking it behind you. just then, time had froze, and your hands were binded behind your back in an uncomfortable position. looking above you, a nearly blinding light shone down on you. met with the goddess you had served for nearly centuries with a face of disdain and fury on her face.

"y/n," she called for you in a stern voice, squinting her eyes around your lover's house," is this what you were doing this entire time?" she turned towards lia with eyes of pure disgust, turning away at the thought of you being in love with a mortal. "you have broken the one rule when presiding on earth. meaning you will be held accountable for your crime that was given to you by the king," she said, looking away from you towards the light.

you uncomfortably got up on your knees, looking around at the hall of judgement. being surrounded by the stares of many gods you had been friends with, as they looked at you with pure disgust and smirked with whispering surrounding you. "silence to the hall," a booming voice above you said. "now, dear traitor, do you know what treasonous act you have committed?" questioned the voice.

"i fell in love with a human," you said, smiling to the floor and chuckling a bit at the irony of your job and the situation you were in now.

"yes, and do you know what the consequence of the action is?" asked, as you can feel his burning eyes against the back of your head.

"to be banished from godhood and being banished from ever entering olympus again?" you answered while finally having the courage to look up and smile at the zeus. 

"your memories as well are erased; you are forever cursed to roam the land of the mortal lands," he said.

"well, then deal out your punishment, mister king," you said in a mocking tone, then smiled at him.

the click of the door locking brought you back from your thoughts.

"c'mon now," lia said in a soft tone, smiling while pulling you inside her house. the smell of home invaded every single one of your senses. she pulled you to the kitchen, setting down the flowers you had given her and fetching a pot while you contemplated how much you love her.

"semper te amo," you said underneath your breath while looking at her slowly putting in the sunflowers you had given her across the room. you smiled at her with pure love and infatuation.

you had found your home with her. that was all you knew. you were content with that. her dark brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes captured every single crevice of your heart.

diligitis eam

a/n: ok, some lovely translation time!!!! 'semper te amo'= love you forever from latin and 'diligitis eam' = you love/ cherish her. idk it just seemed fun to have latin in a random fic. plus, the banner was in latin, so... it's none of my business... what you do is none of my business. none of my business being hit diff a bit these days..

(btw theres a second part to this)

#lia x reader #choi jisu x reader #lia imagines #itzy x reader #itzy imagines

[indouloureux]

What about some fluff where you and Joseph play a board game or do a puzzle together <3

i've been playing scrabble for the past week so i'm putting that here

joseph pouts at his letters, annoyed eyes flitting between the board and his tray. "is there such word as q-i-p?"

you shrug, arranging your own letters into words that you can muster. "i don't know. i'd say we google it but... it's against the rules."

he picks a letter up — u, placing it beside the letter q before he realizes he doesn't have an i or a z. "damnit."

"you know, it's just us playing," you raise your brows at him. "nobody's gonna know if we use google or not. it's not like we can form words when we search what word starts with q?"

"but that's cheating," he exclaims, laughing slightly. "you know i don't cheat."

you roll your eyes. "yeah yeah." say that to monopoly, your mouth wants to say. but you don't, because soon you'll forget the game and start talking about it. you take a small cube between your thumb and index, pouting at the blank square. "why don't you just skip?"

"we can do that?"

"duh."

"alright, i skip." joseph raises his hands. "i'm— my mind isn't functioning. your turn, love."

he places his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his fist as he watches you choose a letter. joseph's eyes scan the word quill aligned horizontally, before they see you place the letters e-e-r beside the first L.

"leer," he reads out loud. "leer for?"

"six," you say. "it's a double letter."

"fuck,"

you chuckle when he writes the words down, knowing you're ahead of him from the way his points ranged between 3-5. joseph sets the pen down on the table beside the paper, frowning at his letters once more as you take out three new cubes.

too distracted from arranging your letters, you don't realize that he's forming something else that isn't connected to the words. you see i-l-y placed beside each other on top of the green board, making you look up to see his lips etched into a cheeky smile.

"i love you," he mouths, then winks. but you purse your lips and huff.

"i'm not forfeiting."

"you don't love me."

"honey, i do," you coo at his pout, his curls astray on his forehead that hide the wrinkles of his furrowed eyebrows. "its just funny that you can't accept the fact that i'm smarter than you."

small blurb before i go to bed

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

[quokkafoxtrot]

First fill for the Spotify wrapped fic meme 🎉

Mid-80s NY. Hustler!Eddie.

“Step right up! Anyone can do it! Anyone can win!”

“It’s a scam, Steve,” Robin says, narrowing her eyes as she watches Steve bite his lip and stare at the man on the street corner shuffling cards from place to place. “Nobody can actually win those things. They cheat.”

“I bet I can come out on top,” Steve says with a wink and jogs across the street.

Robin huffs a sigh and follows, muttering about not wanting to eat lentils for a week when he loses all his cash.

“We have a discerning gentleman stepping up right now,” the hustler says, warm brown eyes twinkling as he looks Steve up and down. His long brown curls shake around his shoulders, hanging over a multitude of patches and buttons on a ratty, sleeveless, denim jacket. “You know the rules, you’re looking for a lady,” he continues, holding up the cards and showing the queen of hearts between the eight of clubs and the three of diamonds. “See the lady, follow the lady, find the lady. It’s so simple, my aunt’s schnauzer could do it. Only ten bucks to find the lady.”

Steve slaps ten dollars on the rickety table with a grin. “I’ve got this in the bag.”

“A confident one,” the man grins and spreads the cards face down in front of him. “He’s got the guts but will he get the glory? Follow my hands see where it lands.”

Steve looks down at the man’s hands as he flips the cards around at speed, rings glinting in the afternoon sunlight, patter falling from his lips like he was born to spin tales.

“She’s here, she’s there, she’s on the L, the R, she’s in Jamaica, Rockaway Bay, treat her right you could find her tonight.” The guy’s hands are a blur as they move the cards around and around until finally they slow and stop, but Steve stopped looking at those a while ago. “It’s 10pm, do you know where your queens are?”

The guy looks up and finds Steve already looking at him. Steve reaches out a hand and taps a card at random making the guy’s forehead furrow.

“Ooh, I’m sorry,” he says with an exaggerated pout of consolation. “Your princess is in another castle.”

“That’s okay,” Steve says, leaning in and cutting the guy off before he can continue his patter. “I was looking for a king.”

“You- Wuh-“ His jaw drops as he stares at Steve glancing briefly at Robin as she slaps a hand over her face, hiding her eyes.

“Damnit, Munson. What have I told you about hustling from my stoop?” A man grumbles, bell jingling as he pushes open the door to the nearby bodega and stares him down.

“Show’s over, folks! Later, Hop!” The hustler shakes himself out of it, collapsing the table in one swift motion and shoving it under his arm as he backs away, grinning at Steve. “I’m Eddie.”

“You’re dead meat if I catch you again,” Hop says around a plume of cigar smoke.

Eddie laughs and jogs across the street, dodging cars in the slow moving traffic. He turns and bounces on the balls of his feet yelling: “What’s your name?”

“Steve!” He calls back, shifting away from where Hop is watching with tired eyes.

“L’Amour tonight, Steve!” He turns and runs down the street, doing an endearing little fist pump before he turns the corner and disappears from view.

“I hate that that worked out for you,” Robin deadpans beside him. “Well, apart from the fact that you just spent ten dollars to get a date.”

“Date? I didn’t get a date,” Steve says, turning back to Robin and shuffling away from the narrow-eyed gaze of Hop.

“L’Amour is a club, dingus. It’s-“

“Oh… Oh! I thought he was just saying he loved the line.” He slings an arm around her shoulder, jostling her as they walk away. “You’re coming with me, right? I’ll do the dishes for a month. Two months. And I’ll remember to water Audrey.”

Robin sighs, patting his hand and linking their fingers together. “I can’t believe I’m going to Brooklyn for you.”

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #quokka writes #not sure if this song was for the fic meme or the song meme #but ​the idea of Eddie running three card monte on a street corner are my brain #don’t ask me what Steve and Robin do #let’s say… carpenter and box office at an off-off broadway theatre #Spotify

[crusty-chronicles]

The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Chapter 4: The Winner and The Loser

Synopsis: Things go from bad to worse as Bisky is eliminated from the game. You watch helplessly from the sidelines as both boys are drained and injured. And just when you think you've won, Razor pulls the rug from under you with shocking revelations. 

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Razor stared curiously at the injured young adult. Twice now, they thwarted his attack. And twice, they had been very successful. You weren't a normal nen user. Your speed was unusual and precise. Like you'd spent years perfecting it.

And your nen...

It wasn't Ko you used to deflect the ball. You weren't protecting your leg, you were amplifying the power already there.

A very interesting turn of events

But the most interesting part was despite the power you displayed, you were still holding back. Whether it was knowing or unknowingly.

And that made the game all the more fun.

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"Estimating the ball's drop point, the game will continue. Team Gon has possession," #0 announced.

"And since Y/n is no longer able to play, they're out!"

"It's almost as if my leg's broken or something," you muttered, still bitter about the current situation. Bisky smiled down at you.

"Yeah, almost." Her tone shifted into a softer one. "You sure you'll be fine here on your own?"

You gave a huff of irritation.

"I don't have a choice, but if it makes you feel any better I can finally catch up on sleep."

You felt a thump on the back of your head.

"I'm being serious you dolt!"

Aww she cared.

"I'll be fine. Just make sure to keep Hisoka away from the boys." You did not trust that clown's intentions whatsoever.

"Of course. Just sit tight. Everything will be over soon, okay?"

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With that, you were seated a little aways from the court. Razor's nen beasts had offered you crutches to use, but you didn't want to get up quite yet. You wouldn't put strain on yourself if you didn't have to.

Killua and Goreinu started off by passing the ball toward one another. It ended with Goreinu deciding to enact his revenge on Razor for traumatizing him.

"Just so you know, I'm the type to hold a grudge. It's time for payback, Razor!"

He threw the ball with all his might and switched his nen beasts around, along with the beefy ex-convict.

It was a miracle he caught Razor off guard, leading to the ex-convict getting hit square in the jaw.

"That's what you get! You mess with me and I'll take you out!" Goreinu sounded quite proud of himself.

But there was just one small hitch, the ball never got the chance to hit the floor.

You see, after the ball hit Razor, his nen beast #2 threw itself outside the court, and tossed the ball back inside to #13. And just to pour salt in the wound, #13 lobbed the ball back at Goreinu, knocking him out.

Goddamnit.

"Wait a second! What the heck was that!?!" Bisky exclaimed. Razor turned to her with his forever grin.

And he was so close too.

"There's no rule against passing the ball to an opponent. And if the ball had actually touched the floor, I'd be out now." He explained.

Then his eye caught yours.

"It's all about having the right speed for it."

You growled at his jab towards you.

He dismissed your agitation and prepared another throw.

There were only four players left: Gon, Killua, Bisky, and Hisoka. Whoever Razor had his sights on would surely be out, leaving your team with three. It was unfortunate you couldn't use Back.

"Tell me, who wants to be next!" And just like that, Razor loaded the ball with his murderous nen. It's trajectory heading straight for...

"KILLUA!" You screamed, immediately forcing yourself up despite the pain. Goddamnit, you weren't close enough to help.

Damnit Damnit Damnit.

It was last second the ball changed it's course and swerved left. It narrowly missed the small assassin, passing him and then passing Bisky. You held your breath as Hisoka barely dodged it by bending backwards.

Luck was not on the clown's side as #5 rebounded the ball and threw it back. Hisoka, having no other option, used his Bungee Gum to catch the ball. Just like with you, the force from Razor's nen pushed him back.

Miraculously, Hisoka kept his grip on the ball, actually catching it in full. As he stood straight his predatory nen skyrocketed.

With the adrenaline finally wearing off, you struggled to keep standing and hesitantly reached for the crutches. That was too close. Way too close.

"Biscuit is out!" #0 announced.

"Bullshit!" You shouted. She dodged it, you saw her. And your eyes never missed anything.

Bisky looked down at her dress. The corner of it was scorched, just like the back of your shirt.

"I'm out...So that means clothing counts as part of your body..." Bisky sounded pissed.

"Yes."

Then why did-?

Why the hell had-?

"My ass she's out! If we're going by that rulling then I should've been out the first turn!" It didn't make sense. And you'd be damned if you didn't argue your case.

"Why did I get to stay and Bisky doesn't!"

Razor's grin widened.

"Why? The first three turns we let you make mistakes. A way for the opposing team to get used to the rules. And an exception for you was made because your nen is very interesting. Amusing if you will."

Amusing

Like you were some toy.

How dare he have the nerve.

Your aura spiked momentarily, anger seeping through.

"What you have is a gift, little one. So very special and unique, even Father envies you. You're lucky he finds your tricks amusing enough to keep you close."

Then you remembered where you were. You needed to calm down or else everything you'd worked towards, everything you sacrificed would be for nothing. And everything you gained would be lost.

You could feel eyes on you as you finally relaxed, or became as relaxed as you could. You didn't look up yet, not wanting to see their reactions at you losing your cool. But you could feel them.

You could feel Razor's satisfaction from getting a rise out of you.

You could feel Bisky's concern as she approached your shaky state.

You could feel that damn clown's lust after finally getting a real look at your aura.

And you could feel the darkness from both boys leaking through. Combined it was angry and defensive.

You felt vulnerable.

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If looks could kill, Razor would be dead ten times over with the way both boys were glaring at him.

In the six months they'd known you, you had not once lost your cool. Always staying level headed and cautious. Always having a watchful eye. Always remaining collected, even when something was bothering you.

But ever since Razor had entered the picture, your lazy demeanor shifted.

He made you scared.

He had hurt you.

And now he disrespected you.

The last and final straw that sealed the fate of this game.

"Gon," Killua addressed.

"Yeah?" The other boy answered, determination unwavering.

"Let's beat this guy no matter what."

"Not no matter what. We're not gonna let him off by getting a cheap win. You think he deserves that after what he just said to them? Well I don't. I'm gonna crush him and make him apologize. It's a promise. Are you with me?"

Gon's nen had spiked with his rant, letting Killua know he was going through with it whether or not the assassin was on board. But Killua didn't need much convincing anyways.

Friends stood up for each other. They protected each other. And they always looked out for each other.

"Always, one hundred percent. Now let's teach this bastard a lesson."

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"You're not even playing anymore and he still taunts you. What a creep," Bisky commented from besides you. She had a hand on your back, giving your body more support.

You said nothing, eyes staring blankly at the court.

Bisky gave a sigh at your unresponsiveness.

"Thank you though, for trying to keep me in the game."

Still nothing, so she decided to redirect her attention to where you had been staring so intently.

"Are you worried about them, or just focusing on suppressing your aura?"

Not a word

With no other option, she waved a hand in front of your face to try and gain your attention.

You grabbed it and moved her hand to the side, unblocking your view of the court.

Then....

"Why are they so mad?" It was more of a whisper really. But at least you said something. Bisky assumed you were talking about the boys' shift in demeanor. The answer was obvious really, but perhaps the lack of sleep and constant stress had muddied the water for you.

"Watch and see."

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Gon ordered Killua to the front of the court and had him hold the ball, knees braced for impact. Then Gon started pouring his nen into his fist.

His aura spiked erratically, resolve stronger than ever.

"Show me rock!"

So much determination

So much power it was almost scary.

"JAN-KEN-ROCK!"

He used as much force as his body could give and punched the ball straight from Killua's hands. It flung at such an incredible speed, you could barely keep up. It landed in the grasp of #13. But even though the nen beast had caught the ball, it didn't mean it could stop the sheer force from flinging it out of the court.

You let out sigh of relief. They'd done it. Smart kids. You just hoped Killua would hold out until they beat Razor.

Was it a good idea not to use Ko to protect his hands?

No, no it wasn't

But the alternative was having Gon's attack be reduced. And they were gonna need every ounce of power they had to win.

You would scold the both of them later.

"# 13 is out!" #0 announced. "Catching the ball while your body is touching outside the court is illegal. Possession goes to Team Gon."

Your teammates cheered besides you. And you wanted desperately to join in on the celebration, but the disappointment from Gon's aura held you back.

Why would he be-

"Damnit! That one wasn't nearly good enough! It needs to be strong enough to make them proud!"

Killua, who had just caught the ball with his injured hands, encouraged Gon further.

"Then don't hold back! They're watching, remember? So hit Razor with everything you got! Make him sorry like we promised!"

Gon smiled and nodded at him.

"You get it now?" Bisky asked you as Gon charged up.

You did.

You finally understood what had those boys so riled up. It was almost enough to make you cry. Almost.

Bisky then turned her attention to Razor.

"I think you picked the wrong sport. Nothing in the rules limits the amount of time he can take to build up his power. You also picked the wrong person to mess with. Might wanna get out of the way."

But Razor payed no mind to her warning. If anything his aura radiated more excitement.

"You're kidding me, right?" His aura output spiked to match Gon's.

Although you were scared for the boy, the resolve in both his eyes and aura gave you the reassurance he'd be okay. That he would beat Razor and then some.

And that small feeling of pride was back.

"Okay, show me rock!" His nen busted a few lights with it's power. Then it seemed to envelope the whole building with it's light.

"THIS IS FOR Y/N, RAZOR! TAKE THIS!!!!"

Gon's entire fist was aflame with power as he struck the ball with everything he had.

"JAN-KEN-ROCK!!!"

The ball went spiraling in a mass of flames. And despite the speed, the power, Razor's expression hadn't changed.

That damn bastard was still smiling.

You could see the quick flicker of doubt in his aura. Then it was gone as he braced his feet and hands to volley the ball.

He was the one skittering back this time, but like you, his determination hadn't wavered. His will to win was strong. Strong enough to stop the ball from spinning and bumping it upwards.

What was this dude made of???

"The game's not all about dodging and catching. I'm sure your friend over there knows it. And had they actually used Ko, they would've been completely fine."

You hated that he was right.

But whereas Razor planned to volley the ball from the start, you were in a frantic state trying to figure out how to protect your kid. Not exactly the time to stop and think about what you were doing.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a panicked Gon.

"Wait!" He was waving his hands frantically at you. "Pretend you didn't see that Y/n!!! That was, uh, a test throw! That's it! A test throw! Next time for sure it'll-!" You cut him off with a soft laugh.

He really thought you would be disappointed after that? That you wouldn't be proud?

It was absurd really, to think someone could be so cruel as to not appreciate the sentiment. So you laughed. You laughed because Gon wasn't worried Razor had deflected the ball, he was worried that you'd be mad he missed.

"Don't worry about it kid. You did just fine." Then your eyes caught the small assassin's behind him. The one whose hands you were sure hurt like absolute hell. "Both of you."

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With the ball still in the air, Hisoka took the opportunity to use his Bungee Gum to grab it. Because Razor was the last person the ball hit, he was out. Temporarily of course. Nothing would ever be that easy with him.

He used Back shortly after.

A damn shame.

Everyone on the court was either injured or drained. Tsezguerra seemed to realize this and called a timeout. Bisky helped you hoble over on your crutches to hear what he had to say.

"Gon, if just step outside of the court before you strike, I can hold the ball for you. Killua's hands must be totally ravaged by now. I sincerely doubt he's in any condition to hold the ball, or anything else."

It was a good idea in theory, but Tsezguerra failed to realize one thing. This match was personal for the two boys. It was their battle to fight. And no matter how much it hurt or how much energy was spent, they were gonna make sure they finished it.

"I know a way that'll allow me to protect my hands with a lightning fast coating of aura. I can hold the ball while you take out Razor from here. It's the only way that we can win this."

And just as you suspected, they'd denied Tsezguerra's help.

"We can't do that." Killua argued. Gon nodded his head in agreement. Tsezguerra floundered about for a rebuttal.

"But why not!?! What's the problem with that!?!"

"It feels like a copout. And we promised we'd get a real win." Killua glanced at your shattered leg.

But Tsezguerra wasn't done protesting.

"You're kidding, this is not the time to be thinking like that!" Then he doubled over as the pain from his ribs flared.

"Take it easy old man. You took a hit, you're only gonna make it feel worse. Besides, I'm feeling fine. I'm not hurt nearly as bad as to might think."

Killua's aura radiated deceit. He was lying, and as he looked over to you again, he knew that you knew.

"Show me your hands," Tsezguerra demanded.

Killua tensed.

"I said I'm fine." But nobody was buying it.

You looked away as Bisky tugged on his arm to reveal his hand. You'd seen enough carnage for today. But that didn't mean you couldn't sense the leftover nen covering his hands.

"Like I thought. I bet you he can't feel anything but pain. Y/n, right? Can't you talk some sense into him before he hurts himself worse?" Tsezguerra pleaded.

You leaned further on your crutches, circles under your eyes seeming to darken.

"I'm not his mom, and I'm not his dad. If he thinks he can take it, then who am I to stop him." You found the strength to look up, trying your best not to let your gaze linger on Killua's scorched hands.

For the first time in years, you flashed your real smile at the white haired boy. It was crooked and tired, but it was yours.

"What can I say, the kid's tough as nails. As long as he doesn't get himself killed from one of Razor's throws, it's not my problem. Right, gremlin?"

You could see blue eyes beaming up at you. Joy and relief flowing from his aura.

"Right! There you go, old man."

But Tsezguerra was still not assured.

"Gon, c'mon. You know you can't let him do this!"

And yet again, the boy in green refused.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tsezguerra, but I won't move out of the court. I need him to hold the ball for me. I can't do this without Killua." It was said with so much affirmation. So much so that it caught Killua off guard.

"If Biscuit or Hisoka held it, I probably couldn't use my full strength. There's only one reason I can focus everything I've got on hitting the ball... It's because I know Killua is the one holding it."

You softened as you saw both auras shift into contentment and trust.

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Bisky was able to get her revenge on the nen beast that had gotten her out. She threw a curve ball at Razor, hitting #2 on it's foot.

The only one left was Razor, and unfortunately he had the ball. He watched in silent interest as Gon, Killua, and Hisoka came up with a plan.

Fate was not on your side as Razor called back his nen beast to him. His aura increasing as he absorbed them.

Your body trembled slightly at the power increase, not used to feeling so much bloodlust, nevertheless being able to see it swirl around him.

Then he poured all his nen into the ball, throwing it up afterwards.

Oh God.

He was gonna spike it.

You looked over frantically towards your side of the court. Your panic subsiding for a brief moment with protectiveness.

"WATCH THOSE DAMN HANDS HISOKA!!!!!!" You threatened.

He stood over your boys, with his arms outstretched in front of Gon. You realized shortly after that they were gonna try and catch Razor's throw. It didn't mean you trusted that damn clown to be so close to them.

Your panic was back as Razor slammed the ball straight towards them. All three of them immediately went skidding down the court, dust getting kicked up in the process.

You focused your eyes, seeing Gon using as much nen as he could to protect his hands from the ball's aura. You also saw Hisoka use his ability to make sure the ball wouldn't go bouncing off. And then your attention focused on the boy sandwiched between them. His aura being distributed perfectly between his back and legs.

The dust cleared and you let out the breath you'd been holding in. They were still inside the court.

"Hell yeah! Now don't miss this one, ya hear!?!?" You cheered. Look at you be all proud.

Both boys nodded over at you.

Gon and Killua got into the position from before, with Killua holding the ball and Gon throwing. Something seemed to snap inside the boy in green. His aura starting off small, then exploded out in a fiery glow. It radiated confidence. Like he knew this would be the the throw that defeated Razor.

He channeled all his power into his fist once more. If Killua's hands were damaged before, they'd be unusable when this was over.

Gon mumbled something to him before launching into his attack.

"Now, show me rock!" All at once a bright light filled the court. And the power you felt from it had you stumbling forward.

"JAN-KEN-ROCK!!!!!"

The force of it was stronger than anything Razor had produced. And one quick look over told you that he knew. For the first time since this game begun, Razor was nervous. You could see the gears turning in his head. Then relief as he seemed to come up with a solution.

He used every ounce of his nen to bump the ball, not upwards, but towards Gon.

You let out another involuntary screech.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!" You tripped over your crutches trying to get to him. You could feel him fading fast. He wasn't in any position to dodge, let alone move out of the way.

You couldn't hear anything else besides your heart thudding in your ears. You couldn't force your body up this time. You could only watch.

You could only stare in mortification as Gon passed out right on the court. The ball missing him by a hair. A small feeling of relief that it had passed him, but not enough to soothe your frantic mind. You tried and failed to get up on your feet.

Not seeing Hisoka catching the ball with his Bungee Gum. And certainly not seeing as he flung it back towards Razor, finally ending the game. You didn't even hear #0 announce the win.

All you could focus on was making sure Gon was okay.

So you stumbled and fell as you inched closer to the unconscious boy. Already on the ground, you pulled his head towards your lap to cradle.

"Kid! Hey kid! Get up okay!" You gently shook him. "Give me a sign, anything! Just wake up!"

After what seemed like an eternity (it was just a few seconds really) Gon opened his eyes, sitting up from his passed out position.

"Huh?" He said as he noticed your presence. "What happened? I missed it." You gave an airy laugh and pulled him into a hug. Relief that he was okay passed over, and you preceded to grab his shoulders and shake him.

"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER YOU JUST PUT ME ON!!!! I THOUGHT YOU GOT HURT YOU BIG DUMMY!!!! AND WHAT IF YOU DID!?!? WHAT THEN, AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST MOVE ON WITH MY LIFE!?!? DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN OR I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!?!?!"

You stopped your shaking of the poor boy and let him regain his bearings.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He said as his world continued to swirl.

You noticed Killua's presence from behind you and turned to face him.

"You really shouldn't shake him like that, you know," he commented.

You reached up and pulled him down, repeating your previous actions.

"DON'T YOU THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!!! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS!?!? YOU THINK JUST CUZ YOU WERE AN ASSASSIN THAT YOU'RE IMMUNE TO PAIN!?!? CUZ BIG NEWS DUMMY, YOU'RE NOT!!! WHY WOULD YOU EVER THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO LEAVE YOUR HANDS UNGUARDED!?!? YOU THINK I LIKE WATCHING YOU GET HURT OVER SOME STUPID GAME!?!?? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HOW HIGH YOUR PAIN TOLERANCE IS, YOU WILL NEVER DO SOMETHING THAT STUPID AGAIN!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!"

You released Killua, watching as he tried to process your words like Gon.

"It won't happen again, I swear."

"Good, now then, all things considered... Good job boys. Couldn't be prouder." You could feel both auras shift into contentment at your words. Then you felt the predatory one next to you.

You let out a groan before deciding to be nice. He did help them win after all.

"You did great too Hisoka," you begrudgingly praised.

"Aww thanks. We only won because we worked together. That makes this a team victory." He said as he placed a hand on your head and ruffled your hair.

You let out a small growl.

"I can still kick your ass with this broken leg, ya know!" Your threat caused the small group to burst into laughter. You were so focused on the boys that you didn't notice Razor walking up.

"I lose," he started. "As I promised, we'll all leave this town immediately. But first, you asked about Ging, so I'll tell you." His words were directed at Gon.

The boy in question looked over at you, silently asking if it was okay. You flashed him your tired smile.

"What're you waiting for, munchkin? Go on, we'll be right here when you're done talking. Alright?"

He beamed up at you and followed after Razor.

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You watched as Bisky bandaged Killua's hands. He let out a shriek at the harsh contact.

"Don't be baby. If you can take the injury, you can take the healing," You chastised.

"Says you! You can't even use your crutches properly!" He argued.

"I was panicking!"

"Excuse, excuses, excuses!"

Bisky thumped the both of you an the back of the head.

"Can you two stop arguing for one second!"

You were about to give a rebuttal, but were cut off by Gon sprinting towards you. He looked rather giddy. Whatever Razor told him must have been pretty special to have him this happy. He started ranting to Killua, excitedly waving his arms as he spoke.

"Y/n," Razor called out. You looked up at him from your place on the ground.

"May I have a word with you?"

You focused your eyes on his form, trying to pick up on any malice that may be lingering in his aura. Nothing, except for content.

Weird.

"Sure?" You had no clue what he would ever want with you. And you weren't exactly fond of him as it was.

You hastily got to your feet, both boys helping you up. You grabbed your crutches and followed after Razor. When you were far enough away from the others, he finally spoke.

"For starters, I'd like to apologize about your leg. I hope it heals well."

You gave out a small huff.

"You and me both...Look, I know you didn't just call me over here just to apologize, so out with it." At least he hadn't turned out to be a complete ass afterall.

"Right. You've been here for two years, correct."

"...Yes..." You had no idea where he was going with this.

"Well just about two years ago some people arrived on the island through unconventional means."

They tried to get in from the outside.

"And said they were apart of [REDACTED] and were looking for a child that had run away from home."

You froze in place.

"Don't panic, I did my duty as gamemaster and shooed them away. But I'll admit, I was curious to know if one of their own was truly here.

"When I saw your nen ability, I had my suspensions. But you're reaction just now confirmed it. Am I right?"

You gave a shaky breath.

Demons from the past just couldn't leave you alone, could they.

"No...No you're wrong. I'm not one of them and I never will be." You looked up and stared straight into Razor's eyes, unwavering hatred on full display. But it wasn't him who your rage was directed at.

And it was then he understood. He understood very well now why you were unknowingly holding back earlier.

"Let me offer you some advice, then. When you leave the island, be very careful with your aura output."

"Who says I'm gonna leave." You knew it was a futile argument, but you just wanted some semblance of control right now. You wanted to have a choice. You wanted anything but to face the cruel reality before you.

"Those boys, they look up to you so much already. All it takes is one person who believes in you to change. And perhaps you already knew that. Perhaps you've already started noticing little differences in your everyday life."

The smiles

The laughs

The fear

And the protectiveness.

"It's just something to think about."

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"What did you talk about?" Gon questioned.

You forced a smile. One that clearly wasn't yours

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing important."

"Not buying it," Killua interjected. "If it wasn't important you wouldn't have been over there for so long."

"Fine, fine. Badger the injured person will you." You tried to tease.

"Well I'm injured too, so you can't use that excuse!"

"You can walk, I don't want to hear it."

"WH- HEY!"

"They're right Killua, you can move around just fine with your legs, but Y/n? They might never walk again." Gon joined in on the teasing.

"Hey! Whose side are you on!?!"

You'd successfully changed the subject.

Good, you'd have time to process everything later.

For now, you just wanted to enjoy what you had while it was still here.

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Fun fact #5: Y/n is in the specialist category.

MASTERLIST

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon x reader #killua x reader #mayhaps a kite x reader??? #x reader #platonic #older reader #big sib reader #found family

[clowntown0129]

RRAAARAGGAHAGHh

in other words, heres a list of twst characters and what kind of lives they would have in project moon the City! im set on most of these but would love feedback on what other people think 🥰🥰🥰 more under cut because good lord. still need to think of the districts they all live in 😭

HEARTSLABYUL

the Adeuce duo dont realize it but they end up working at the same Allas workshop and often get into trouble despite Deuce trying to be a good employee and make his mom happy:( Ace says fuck that. glove with the power of a small tornado to face

Trey being a baker in district K but unfortunately gets caught up in more syndicate business than he would like to admit (he still lives a normal ordinary life he promises)

Cater being a plain office worker in and hates his job but god damnit if he isnt gonna act like he looooves it!! he often gets called up often by Seven assoc. members because hes got connections to get info quick. also once did a totally legal experiment for a totally not shady organization where he was promised money but instead just snuck out with four clones of himself that all live in a friends like scenario in his (their??) apartment but would kill each other if it comes down to it. how the Head hasnt found out yet boggles him every day

Riddle being a super strict office manager thats studying to become a judge (weird ties with a syndicate?? at the very least knows azul)

SAVANNACLAW

Leona being the second son of a super important family that runs a huge company but hating constantly being in second so he runs away and starts his own syndicate (NAME PENDING idk if i just want to call it savannaclaw that seems…lazy). everyone in his syndicate all get metal prosthetics to make them look like animals. leona ofc has his own lion ears and legs.

Ruggie being part of a very poor family in the backstreets and having to do everything to survive including eating corpses on the streets before the sweepers can get to them. worked at Pierre’s Bistro for a bit before he quit and joined Leona’s syndicate because it seemed more stable. if he hadnt found Leona’s syndicate and made a somewhat better life for himself, he mightve gotten kidnapped by a sweeper and turned into one himself. he tries not to think about it

Jack coming from the same district as Vil but hearing about Leona’s syndicate and more specifically Leona—thinking that this guy is super cool and strong to take others under his wing!! he joins the syndicate and slowly realizes that this kinda fucking sucks

OCTAVINELLE

Azul and the tweels running a restaurant called the Mostro Lounge but it’s actually just a front covering the fact that it’s often used as neutral grounds between different syndicates for deal making. along with that, the three take on jobs like they do in game and all have hidden prosthetics that let them turn into their merforms at will. Azul doesnt like using it often because it makes him kinda clanky

SCARABIA

Kalim being one of many heirs to either a huge company or like an actual ruling family (districts similar to district S im looking at you) and having not yet been exposed to all the horrors of the City yet

Jamil being a butler sworn to Kalim ever since birth. he has some sorta equipment on his legs that emits smoke to temporarily blind his opponents along with typical butler equipment

POMEFIORE

Epel being a (begrudgingly) recent Cinq assoc. fixer who actually finds the dueling aspect pretty fun. he doesnt like how Vil gets him to act cute afterwards even when theres literally blood on his clothes

Rook being a Shi assoc. fixer originally but joining Cinq assoc. when he sees Vil his beauty his grace his Roi du Poison his most precious wecious pookie be—

Vil being a director of a sub section for Cinq assoc. along with being a fashion model. a guilty pleasure he often indulges himself in is being a hero—the last one on the stage—as he wins another duel for the day

IGNIHYDE

Ortho being a robot built in his image after he died right after White Nights and Dark Days. one of his core parts is a memory chip with all his memories locked into it using Jcorp tech

Idia being the heir to a company called Tartaros—its original purpose just being viewing over workshops and making their own specialized equipment. now its purpose is to gather any rogue abnormalities and lock them up to be studied

DIASOMNIA

Silver and Sebek being Claws in (suspended) training that work as Malleus’ bodyguards. they both have the Claw arms but only have access to one serum each—Sebek with a serum that makes him lightning fast and Silver with a serum that stores and multiplies his power every time he falls asleep

Lilia being a bloodfiend that was captured by the Head and has been serving as their one man army ever since. hes been semi retired to act as Malleus’ caretaker and constantly uses tech to make his bloodfiend traits less noticable

Malleus being the son of ????. all the higher ups want him either want him completely under their control to use or dead and honestly either plan is still on the table. since hes naturally in his dragon form and the Head hate non-humans, theyve forbidden him from shapeshifting into his human form else they kill him. he sneaks out often in his human form anyway with the other diasomnia guys using a mask similar to Roland’s mask to make perceiving him as Malleus impossible to do

i should come up with all the equipment and enhancements these guys have. holy shit

#twisted wonderland #limbus company #i am not tagging all these guys. let this post stay low profile forever

[thecuriousquest]

Master List Part Two

Updated 11/29/2023

***My request rules have been updated on 12/11/2023 and can be found here.

<Master List Part One

Master List Part Three>

Key:

💙 = Platonic Yandere

💜 = SFW Yandere

🖤 = NSFW Yandere (I want to make a note that not all NSFW material mentions sex. Some of it is labeled NSFW because of heavy abuse, suicidal thoughts, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion)

💙🖤 = Platonic Yandere which includes NSFW material such as but not limited to: heavy abuse or abuse mentioned (whether brief of not), suicidal thoughts/tendencies, graphic depictions of whipping or death, etc. Read at your own discretion

🩶 = NSFW non sexual/non consensual spanking (EX: punishment spanking)

🩵 = NSFW platonic spanking

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou:

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here 💙

Have No Fear, Nii-Chan’s Here Part Two 💙

Sharing is Caring Headcanons 🖤

SFW Bakugou Sharing Headcanons 💜

Dirty Mouth 💙

Yandere Drunk Bakugou (NSFW) 🖤

Hole in the Wall 🖤

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

EAT, DAMNIT! 🖤

The Barbarian King and His Queen 🖤

The Ultimatum 🖤

Keigo Takami:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Baby Bird Part Two 💙

Come on Out, Chickadee 💜

Helplessly Trapped 💜

Eijiro Kirishima:

Yandere Big Brother Kirishima Headcanons 💙

A Night Out 💜

Dabi:

Your Big Brother is Here 💙

My Big Brother, My Hero 💙

Gentle Dabi Headcanons 💜

Playing with Fire 💙

Death, Sweet Death 🖤

Reaching into the Fire 💙

You’re Pissing Me Off 🖤

Body Mods 🖤

Tamaki Amajiki:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Shoto Todoroki:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Daily Reminder #2 💙

Skin and Bones 💜

Izuku Midoriya:

You’re My Everything 🖤

Shigaraki Tomura:

Yandere Shigaraki Headcanons 💜

Stockholm with Shiggy HCs 💜

Shouta Aizawa:

A Stressful Punishment 🖤

Kai Chisaki:

The Infection 🖤

Big Brother Overhaul Headcanons 💙

Overhaul HCs 🖤

Hitoshi Shinso:

Mind Jack’s Late Night Catch 💜

TodoBakuDeku:

Don’t Get Your Hopes Up 💜

Dabi!Hawks:

A Little Tied Up Right Now 🖤

Guardian Angel 🖤

EraserMic:

Dating Rules 💙

Platonic Yan!Dads EraserMic Drabbles 💙

KiriBaku:

Tag Team (NSFW) 🖤

Naruto Shippuden

Kakashi Hatake:

What Happened to Your Tag? Part Two 💜

Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun 🖤

His Little Leaf 💙

Horny Blurb 🖤

Itachi Uchiha:

Difficult Times Call for Drastic Measures 💜

Shikamaru Nara:

You Have Friends? 💜

Sasuke Uchiha:

Yandere Sasuke Pregnancy Headcanons 🖤

My Dearest Friend 💙

Naruto Uzumaki:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Kurama:

Yandere NSFW Alphabet: Kurama (Pre & Post Redemption) 🖤

Multiple Characters:

Punishment no Jutsu 🖤

Yan!Rock Lee & Yan!Shikamaru Nara + Chubby Reader Headcanons 🖤

Yandere Team 7 💙 & 🖤

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman:

The Favorite 🖤

Promise Me (AU of A Tonic for Jealousy) 🖤

If the Boot Fits 🖤

A Good Cadet Follows Orders 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess Part Two 🖤

Platonic Yan!Dad Levi Headcanons 🩵

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Best Husband Ever 🖤

My Stone Cold Husband 🖤

The Captain and the Duchess Part Three 🖤

Levi x Broken Reader Headcanons 💜

Midnight Walks 🖤

A Good Cadet Follows Orders Part Two 🖤

That Fateful Night 🖤

Little Pet (Prequel to The Favorite) 🖤

Runaway Soldier 🖤

A Rough Punishment 🖤

A Token of Appreciation 🖤

Safe Word Denial HCs 🖤

You Look Handsome Today 🖤

The Proud Marleyan Soldier 🖤

A Happy Little Family 💜&💙🩵

Years Later… 💜

Big Brother is in Charge 🩵

Be Quiet 🖤

Easy Way or Hard Way 🖤

Where Rebellion Leads You 🖤

Armin Arlert:

The Art of Manipulation 💜

Erwin & Levi:

Working Together 🖤

Fairy Tail

Natsu Dragneel:

Parties and Punishments 💙

Period Pains Headcanons 💜

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Happy:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Demon Slayer

Muzan Kibutsuji:

To Obey, to Service, and to Kneel 🖤

Horny Blurb 🖤

Giyu Tomioka:

The Choice 💜

True Adoration 🖤

Inosuke Hashibira:

Yandere Inosuke Headcanons 🖤

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Daily Reminder #1 💜

Tengen Uzui:

Daily Reminder #1 🖤

Tanjiro Kamado:

Tanjiro Big Brother Headcanons 💙🩵

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #triggering themes #triggering content #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #naruto #naruto shippuden #attack on titan #fairy tail

[dobnny]

@ladiesofhpfest

monthly mini for Ginerva Weasley

Summary: Ginny is being interview by Hannah from Risk-and-Taken, but someone interrupts their conversation.

The interview?

"So, Ginerva-"

"Please, call me Ginny." She corrected the interviewer, with a smile that didn't fully reach her eyes.

"Oh, of course. Ginny, as I was saying how excited are you with the upcoming Quidditch season? Do you think the Harpies has what it takes to win the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

"Well, Han-Han, I definitely believe that-"

"Erm, please call me Hannah," the interviewer from Risk-and-Taken, a new prophet company that was competing with the Daily Prophet.

"Of course, Hannah my apologies." Ginny replied, "I believe that this season the Harpies are certainly going to take a risk and come out victorious at the end. Yes, the odds are certainly stacked against us but there's one thing that we have that the other Quidditch teams lack."

The interviewer leaned in closer, intrigued by the determination in the young Quidditch star. Ginny could tell she was about to ask what exactly makes the Harpies stand out amongst all the other teams. When suddenly the living room became dark, and an unfamiliar muggle song started to play all around them.

Before the lights turned back on, instead of a soft white light, the room the light changed from red to pink. Thick smoke began rising from the ground, quickly spreading throughout the room.

"You don't have to be rich to be my girl. You don't have to be cool to rule my world. Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with. I just want your extra time and your kiss."

"Shit." She muttered, her face burning scarlet....damnit. Why now out of all times. She thought to herself, why couldn't Harry take Dobby with him?

Ginny stared at Dobby, who was wearing- wait was that little butter wearing her favorite jersey? She quilted her eyes, and realized that not only was Dobby wearing the jersey that she wore for her first Harpy match, but he was also wearing a pair of Harry’s grey joggers. It was magicked to fit the house elf, yet it didn’t suit him at all. In fact Ginny noticed how Dobby had to continuously hold onto the sides of the joggers in order to keep them up as he danced in a slow circle.

Merlin’s saggy left-

“Oh, it seems as if I’m in the middle of something intimate….I can reschedule this interview at a later time?” Ginny heard Hannah ask from besides her, almost in a strained voice.

Before she could reply to the reporter, Ginny noticed how Dobby had turned around and was staring at her. His eyes were extra wide open and he was watching her like a hawk, he had the audacity to wink at her as if saying, “you like the show?”

“Dobby, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?” She asked, through clenched teeth.

“Ms. Ginerva-“

“It’s Ginny.”

“Oh, yes sorry!” Dobby squeaked out, his face turning a shade of murky green. “Ms. Ginny, I wanted to show my gratitude for letting me serve you.”

She closed her eyes, willing herself to count to ten before reaching for her wand and firing a bat bogey hex to the house elf. After a few deep breaths, Ginny opened her eyes and spoke, “there isn’t a need for all of this, Dobby. Please can you leave? I'm in the middle of a very important interview.”

“But, Dobby needs to express his gratitude! Dobby has been practicing for hours, and this time the socks are clean,” the house elf squeaks out as he gestured to his feet. The pair of “clean” socks that Dobby claimed were a mixture of brown and green. It was also emitting a foul odor from the longer he stood there in front of them. Ginny tried her best to push down the bile in her mouth. Nope, she doesn’t want to even think about what the “dirty” socks even looked or smelled like for the matter.

Another silence stretched between the three occupants, that was until Hannah had decided to break the silence.

“You know what, maybe I should get going. Yes-I will send an owl to your manager and we will fix up a different date.” The reporter spoke with difficulty since she was doing her best to hold in her breath.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll ask Dobby to leave-”

“No! I mean, it’s fine….I’ll make sure to keep in touch with your manager and hopefully we’ll set up another date.” Hannah said as she gathered all her things quickly, “Besides, I believe Donny…?”

“It’s Dobby, Miss,” Dobby replied while attempting to give a lopsided smile to the reporter. It seems as though he tried to get that out of her brother’s Ron’s arsenal, because he would always smile like that to Hermione to get his way. Which worked practically all the time, but the way that Dobby is doing it, it just wasn’t pleasant to see. Ginny wondered if Hannah would end up sending in a restraining order against the house elf, just from the way he was trying to smile.

“Right. Dobby, I believe you two have some sort of conversation to finish, and I truly don’t want to interrupt,” Hannah replied and with that she was already rushing to the floor and before Ginny could even call out to her, Hannah was gone.

“So now that we are alone-”

Ginny pulls out her wand quicker than ever and stuns Dobby into the next realm. That buggering little shit.

#ladies of hp monthly minis #Dobnny #Ginny #Ginerva Weasley