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neteyamsilly · 1 year

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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 1

summary ;; As Jake Sully's oldest daughter, you never see eye to eye with him, always challenging him and pushing his buttons to the limit. What happens when things go too far one day? [PART 2] pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader genre ;; pure angst and family feels notes / explanations ;; welcome to the labor of my daddy issues and my very own therapy. this fic is inspired by this one by @layonatanvi and I only wanted to borrow the running away from home to get an ikran idea/prompt! Please excuse my mistakes if you see any.

There’s a widespread belief among sky people that every first-born daughter is a direct copy of her father.

You listened in on your own father complaining to your mother about this privately one time; according to him, this was why you guys kept banging hammerheads like 'angtsìks.

Lo’ak was his troublemaker, yes, but you were the rebel pain in his ass, wouldn’t stop questioning one tiny simple step he made, never took anything seriously when he needed you to be on top of things hundred percent of the time... Even your younger brother knew boundaries after he was given the stink eye, but you hadn’t stopped testing him every single goddamn day after the sky people had come back.

His youngest son and oldest daughter were nearly identical in the speed they got him seeing red, but the similarities ended there. Lo’ak would go behind him to cause trouble, and you would do it right to his face, that fearlessness and defiance made you more dangerous than your brother in your father’s opinion.

His blood pressure skyrocketing was reserved for Lo’ak and the shenanigans he knew right away the boy was getting into, and you got his explosive anger the moment you would open your mouth to defy him — he couldn’t talk to you, a normal conversation even about your mother’s cooking wasn’t possible without you being passive-aggressive and things snowballing from there.

(“This is delicious Neytiri, thank you for the food. Sturmbeest?”

“Sturmbeest meat ran out like two weeks ago, father. You ask this everyday and mom answers the same everyday.”

Cue him reprimanding you for talking to him like that, you saying maybe he should greenlight a hunt soon to calm his nerves and promptly being sent to your room. It was Neteyam who’d saved some food for you that night.)

If only you would stop talking back to him and listen for once, he’d said, pacing in the tent with hands on hips like an agitated viperwolf as mother watched on, most likely tired from going through this loop for yet another day. You are the older sister to Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk, why can’t you be a role model for them like Neteyam is?

(Mom had given him the flattest, “She is at the age for such behavior, Ma’Jake, we’ve talked about this. Let her be.”)

In your defense, he didn’t make sense sometimes, what harm was there in wanting him to explain the thought process behind his decisions?

Apparently you simply were prohibited from doing that to the Olo’eyktan.

But he was father, he was your family. Why did that have to be disrespect?

He wasn’t like this before.

A small part of you was aware this was you lashing out because you missed your father — the lighthearted rock in your life, the big shadow protecting you from the heat of the world, who knew how to smile and show his love before all of this. Now he was just the leader of the clan, the weight of the revered Toruk Makto on his shoulders made him a total stranger you didn’t recognize.

He barely ever called you sweetheart anymore, punishing you for being a brat, most likely. You tried to act like it didn’t hurt.

But it did. You missed him dearly when he was right in front of you. The rest of the family did, too, they just didn’t say it out loud the way you expressed through what you called standing up to him — in reality, it was a statement about the man he had become, father couldn’t read between the lines to understand.

Mom did.

She would always explain he did it out of love and worry, and his every move had a reason behind it after the scoldings ended. It was as if she saw right through the prickly exterior of her eldest daughter.

Her love wasn’t held back like his was, not shared like military MREs at decided moments in a day in between attacks, raids, meetings and duties. Hers were long touches, hugs, kisses on your temple, shared time and hunts together, her letting you ride on her ikran with her, the warmth of a meal and soft smiles; whilst his was randomly asking how you were after training and where you’ve been if he caught onto your absence sometimes. He didn’t have time for you or your siblings except for Tuktuk these days. That’s why you were now a mama’s girl.

Sooner or later, the breaking point was finally bound to arrive.

Yours did after a particularly heated-up fight about your rite of passage. You had had enough of father postponing it when Lo’ak, younger than you, had already gained his own ikran and gone through uniltaron. He was present in the tent while you were fussing and debating with your immovable mountain of a father only answering with single syllable responses, and his light snickers made you all the more aggressive. He got a strong jab from Kiri after a loud snort.

Kiri, you could get. She was built different from the start — got her mount earlier than anybody else, just walked up to it and asked. Besides, the girl wasn’t a dick about it like Lo’ak was.

“You aren’t ready yet,” father answered the more you asked him. You thought he'd say a different thing the hundredth time, but he didn't. “Your brother was.”

Lo’ak puffed his chest at that, desperate for a drop of recognition as always, and you could only roll your eyes. “So you think I’m weak? I’m not strong enough?”

Father sighed at the provocation. “That’s not what I’m saying. This and being ready are two different things.”

“How are they different? If I’m on top of my training, that means I’m ready.”

“Physically ready, and mentally ready are not the same.”

“How can I not be mentally ready, I’ve already seen what happens—”

“Enough!” He stood up, towering above you and leaning in slightly. Your younger brother had stopped smiling so quickly you almost let a laugh escape you, and father got agitated when he saw that, thinking you were making fun of him. “Some don’t return from the dream hunt. Do you understand? The strongest sometimes don’t return from that. Your mind needs to be strong.”

“And mine isn’t?”

He gave a slow exhale through his nose, not actually wanting to say it for some reason. “No it isn’t.”

“Why?”

There it is. Your signature phrase. ‘Why?’

And it made your father look above, asking silently for patience from Eywa as it always did.

“Ma’ite, why don’t we take a break, hm? Come walk with me,” your mom interrupted, taking your hand and standing next to you, your four fingers got enveloped in her larger, warmer grip, strong and insistent.

“No, I wanna hear it. What do you think makes me not ready?”

You insinuating that your father was entirely going off his own wrong opinion and not knowing any better set him off. You saw the change from ticked off to borderline on edge, but instead of giving into it, he turned his back on you and went back to cleaning his gun, movements choppy and harsh. “That immaturity for a start.”

And you hissed at him—actually hissed at him when none of your siblings would ever dare to talk back to him during a lecture.

The audible gasps, the holding of breaths, and the slow turn of your father’s head looking like he was going through confusion of reality upon being hit on the head had followed. His eyes narrowed and the lines of his eyebrows got gradually lower on his face, his form seemingly expanding in mass from building anger, spine slowly straightening after fully comprehending what you just did.

“I’m way past you giving me attitude missy,” his baritone and low voice was so steady that you’d rather him yell at you like usual, but he was scarily calm, pushing you to raise your chin righteously at him to show you weren’t bothered by him none, but your ears betrayed you by cowering flat and taut against your skull. “But you’re hissing at your father now? Hm? You think this right here is gonna get you the respect you think you deserve?”

“You don’t listen,” you said, ignoring your heart trashing away from how coldly father was to you. “Disrespect,” your fingers quoting in the air resulted only in making him angrier. Neteyam to his right, silent and observant the whole argument, was furiously shaking his head that the beads in his braids were clicking loudly. “is the only way you ever pay attention to anything anymore. See? Look how sharp you are right now. Mission accomplished, I guess.”

“Bro…” Lo’ak, frightened by the wide eyed glare father was giving you, weakly protested, but you knew he would never be able to interfere in the verbal struggle between you and father the way you did to his.

“You will go to your room,” father said between his teeth, “Do not let me see your face. I swear to Eywa—Neytiri, get her outta here.“

“Do you ever want to see our faces anymore, father?”

A beat.

Mom gasped your name in shock, grabbing your arm this time as if she wanted to drag you away.

All his fury froze away immediately. “What did you just say?”

You just stared at him.

“That’s enough,” your mother snapped at you, but you didn’t hold it against her, she was more worried about what would follow if this went on. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Okay.” Father slowly shook his head, the storm brewing right under his skin got you preparing for the impact, and all the kids flinched when he threw the unloaded gun back in the crate. “You know so much, don’t you? You’re smart, wise. Know better than Tsahik herself. Fine, you get your way. Go.”

You froze. “What?”

“Yeah, go. Get yourself an ikran.”

“Father—”

“Don’t father me. Go on. I’m not stopping you. Since you’re so ready and you’ll say just about anything to get what you want, who am I to get in your way, huh?”

But you didn’t want it to be like this. Iknimaya was supposed to be something exciting, prideful — a ceremony. He was saying it like you were being thrown out. Who was going to paint your face? Be proud of you?

“Why are you just standing there?” He poked your crushed ego further, confident in the fact that you wouldn't set one foot outside of the cave systems at this hour of the day. “Didn’t you want this?”

You didn’t want this.

“Dad, it’s the middle of the night,” Kiri said, appalled, not quite believing her ears.

“What does it matter?” He showed you in mock pride, up and down that you couldn’t stop the tears from stinging the corners of your eyes. “Mighty hunter here is ready.”

“Jake,” your mother warned in such a threatening tone that he stopped and shifted on his feet, almost uneasy.

“What? If she doesn’t want a father’s concern I’m not giving it to her.”

Like you weren’t standing right in front of him at all.

“Jake!”

That was the final straw. You wrenched your arm free from mom’s iron grip and screamed, “I hate you!” at the top of your lungs at him before storming off the tent.

His ears flattening was the last thing you paid attention to as everything became a blur because of tears swelling. Yeah, right. You wished you could hurt him, unfortunately he was too much of a wall for that. You bet he was scoffing at your declaration right now.

Your body thought faster than your brain did even when the emotions had you drowning under the current, deciding you were going to sneak off to the ikran rookery tonight. You knew he would send Neteyam after you — him barking, “Follow your sister,” at the boy right after you hid yourself between the rocks surrounding the tent was the confirmation of the hypothesis. He was to make sure you didn’t leave High Camp.

Everyone in your family knew your favorite hiding spot to cool off, Neteyam of course was heading there automatically, and it was the headstart you needed to get a move on.

Fine. You would complete your iknimaya yourself without anybody’s support, as if these things had any value anymore with how military he’d conditioned the clan to be. You were going to make him eat his words for humiliating you.

The muffled of father drifting off flared up your determination as you soundlessly sneaked off. "Jesus, I've spoiled her too much..."

#dad!jake x daughter!reader #dad!jake sully x reader #jake sully x reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #dad!jake sully x daughter!reader #sully family x reader #mom!neytiri x reader #neteyam x sister!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #irma: 📝#📖: light

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awritesthings1 · 26 days

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Good Taste

Pairing: Tommy Shelby / Wife reader

Summary: You get made fun of for wearing your sapphire necklace to the foundation dinner. Tommy always finds a way to make things better.

Warnings: swearing, implied smut.

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“She was making fun of me!”

“Yeah? And when has that ever bothered you before, my darling?”

“Since all the bloody country wives started debating whether my jewelry was in fashion or not, Tommy,” you huffed at your husband, who was having no luck pinching away the creases between his eyebrows.

Tommy sighed deeply, not really bothered to continue the conversation but irked because the wives down the lane had gotten under your skin, and if you were unhappy, then he was unhappy. He fueled his throbbing head with a cigarette, chain-smoking them back-to-back while he hunched over on the settee.

You were sitting at the vanity, fingers tangled hopelessly at the stubborn latch of your necklace that just wouldn’t let, when you saw how Tommy was beginning to fold in on himself. Guilt consumed you immediately. It wasn’t that you actually cared all that much about what people said, but when you were around Tommy, your guard slipped, and all the things that made you tick during the day would come cluttering out of your mouth like an unwanted clash of symbols and noise. Tommy would sit there and listen, hum, nod, and completely detach himself from the world.

You ran each other around like clockwork. He leaned back, you forward. Lust swelled in his eyes, concern in yours, a tug at your hip, and a gasp from your throat. You smiled sympathetically, apologetically. He kept quiet, forgivingly holding your gaze, until a defeated sigh broke the tension, and you both understood how silly the whole ordeal was. Here was Thomas Shelby, a man of great power, slumped against the settee, utterly exhausted.

“Darling, this is fucking Birmingham. Good taste is for people that can’t afford sapphires.”

That brought a smirk to your lips.

“Oh?” You muse, watching him through your vanity mirror.

Tommy huffs, but it’s more out of amusement than agitation. The cigarette between his lips twitches as a smile graces his face. He hums in affirmation.

You give up on trying to unlatch the sapphire necklace around your neck. You’re far too distracted by the way Tommy leans back on the settee like he knows it’s his damn right, spreading his legs, chain-smoking cigarettes, and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. He’s completely in the wrong if he thinks you are going to keep your hands tangled up in a necklace when they would be much more useful somewhere else…

When your chair screeches against the wood as you push it back to stand, his head snaps to attention. He has a faraway look to his eye, haunted even, but he swallows when you sink to your knees between his legs, and something else begins to swell other than his pupils.

You run your hands up his knees to his thighs and back again.

“I know it’s stupid. They just get under my skin sometimes,” you resign.

He clears his throat and reaches past your head to set his cigarette on the ash tray. He stays there, bent forward, a breath apart, and begins caressing your face with the back of his fingers. A faint smile softens his features and warms his skin.

You laugh because it really is ridiculous. For marrying someone who spends most of their life buried in their head, you sure have picked up on his tendencies.

“Do you think I’m becoming obsessed?”

He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. “No.”

You were; he was just treading carefully. Because while he wandered off to speak to god knows who at the foundation dinner, your feathers were being ruffled by stuck-up old women who were too busy being stuck up to notice their husbands’ lingering eyes. However, being able to defend your vanity was another thing compared to dealing with Shelby Company Limited business. And if it came to surviving passive aggressive remarks from old women or being led into another room to talk with Mr. Thomas Shelby, head of the Peaky Blinders, you would sneer rudely at Margaret any day.

You voice the thought at Tommy, “I take it your night wasn’t as successful as mine?”

He exhales and raises his eyebrows playfully, more or less confirming your suspicions.

“And should I ask you about it like a good wife?”

He hums, “no.”

He’s so entranced in running his fingers up and down your jaw, around your chin, and thumbing your lips that you’ll just have to forgive him later.

You pull a face. You’re not mad at him. Far from it. Those fingers of his dancing across your face are your weakness.

“You’re not listening to me.” You lean in closer.

“Yes, I am,” he smiles.

You try to pull back in faux skepticism, but with his hand holding your face so close to his,

“Where are you going, eh?” Tommy leans forward to steal a kiss, and he feels your laughter against his lips, a pleasant sensation.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby,” you jest.

Together, you fall back onto the settee with you astride his lap. Your hair falls over his face like a curtain, keeping him safe from the outside world. He doesn’t want to move; no, he will stay here for the next couple of months, transfixed inside this moment. The gun tucked away in the holster beneath his arm feels less heavy, and the clock ticking above his head slows. He can breathe. He can gingerly stroke your jaw with his thumb in the way you adore. So he does, and the shuttering thoughts that occupy so much of his head stutter in fear because they know they come second to you.

Then there’s that pretty sapphire necklace hanging from your neck. The one that got you both in this position in the first place. Those fucking people, eh? Those fucking people with their fancy palaces and prim and proper manners judging you, his wife, refusing you, his wife? That got him going.

You can tell he is in his head by the way his eyes linger on your sapphire necklace. He looks irked.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?”

He shakes his head lazily.

“Speak to me, love,” you insist.

Fuck em. Fuck the bastards that made his wife feel unworthy. They wouldn’t know taste if it hit them like a fucking train. He won’t let them bring her down.

Tommy clears his throat. “I’m sorry for being in my head, Mrs. Shelby.”

His apology is soothed into your skin with a gentle brush of his thumb at the end of your chin. He tilts it down to lay a kiss on the corner of your mouth. He always knows how to make you smile.

You press more of your weight into him and deepen the kiss, to which he grunts. It stirs a honey warmth in your stomach.

As for Tommy, the need to be closer to you is suffocating; he’d rather just lock you both in this room and throw away the key. He’d rather the stifling walls close in on you both until he can’t even open his lungs, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough. He needs to be in your skin, in your thoughts, but most importantly, right now, in your underwear.

It’s your goddamn nails clawing at his scalp that do it for him. It winds him up like a fucking pocket watch, boils his blood like good whiskey, and fuels the fires.

He urges your name in warning because he’s so strung up he might just rip the seams of your pretty dress, and you make the mistake of swallowing his plea with a huff and a tangle of tongues.

“The necklace, Thomas,” you gasp.

It would really be a pity if he accidentally broke it in the rush to remove your dress. It slows him down momentarily removing it, and his fingers can’t quite function being away from your skin but he knows ever since he gifted it to you, there’s been nothing you loved more. When the latch finally unclasps, he parts from your lips to gently lower it to the coffee table where it remains unscathed for the rest of the night. The same couldn’t be said about your dress.

Taglist: (i was drunk when I posted this so I forgot to add it lol).

@maliceofwonderland @fairytale07 @goblinjnr @ilovepeoplesdads @multidimensionalslut @blogforficslol @elenavampire21

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carionto · 6 months

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What Humans call the "Thousand Yard Stare"

As more and more Humans interact with and integrate within Coalition stations, reports, closer to hushed whispers really, began to circulate of some Humans being... discomforting... to be around.

Initially we thought it was just rudeness or passive aggressive behavior or any number of subtle actions or choice of words, no matter how advanced or civilized there will always be some assholes.

However, when some of these "offenders" were presented to us peacekeepers, we found them to be perfectly polite and reasonable. As our conversation continued and shifted topics, whenever there was a lull or the focus was on another speaker for a longer time, the Human's gaze drifted somewhat.

Sometimes she would look to the side and it was harder to tell what her exact expression was, but every so often she would be looking at one of us, but... not. It was as if she was staring at something behind us, through us even. Beyond the walls of the station, it even felt as though beyond space and time itself.

It was one of the most unnerving and chitin-chilling feelings we've ever felt, but then the Human seemed to notice our change and became that friendly and cheerful person once again:

"Sorry, my mind drifted there for a bit. What were you saying?"

And the conversation continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary for the Human.

Upon our return to our office, one of the Human peacekeepers heard about our impromptu assignment and offered this explanation after we told him what happened:

"Oh yeah, I think that person was a retired firefighter or rescue worker of some kind. Professions like that can be dangerous and you'll eventually encounter something horrible at a disaster site or crime scene. Probably saw someone die, or a person they rescued later didn't make it, or it was a kid... It's the toughest when you're the last one a child sees before..."

There it is again. That look, but with a tinge of sadness this time. We didn't know he was carrying such memories. The untimely death of anyone is a difficult time for those that survive, especially when it is the young whose life was still just starting. It seems Humans with their heightened senses and sensitivity to the feelings of others these kind of experiences imprint a far stronger memory than for most.

"Anyway, we've got a bunch of names for such things, but typically we call it the thousand yard stare. It's an old measurement unit, don't worry about it. I think the meaning may have changed a bit over the years, but basically some people go through traumatic stuff and they decide, consciously or not, to sort of... detach themselves from reality. It's a coping mechanism.

A few people thrive on horrible things, but they're the exception. Most of us would go crazy or depressed or any other infinite bad possibilities our brains can go in if we don't find a way to separate ourselves from certain realities. It can get real bad otherwise. It's rare, but a few go truly nuts and try to inflict their pain unto others. Most end up suffering alone for a long time. And some can't take it anymore and decide to end it themselves.

Thankfully therapists and support options are widely available, so those kind of scenarios are really rare, like... suicide accounts for about three out of a hundred thousand deaths last time I saw those charts. Plus drones and automation take care of most of the dangerous tasks, leaving the vast majority of cases to be caused by interpersonal relations actually. A broken heart is one of those traumas we'll never get rid of it seems. That's just life, I guess."

#humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #I don't know if these tags are actually appropriate for this one #it feels weird writing about depressing adjacent topics like that #one one hand #I don't feel good about it #on the other #I feel I have to put it into words or it'll leave a stain in my brain #sometimes words are more like a tumor #and the only way to get rid of it is to transfer them to a public space #carionto

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talaok · 7 months

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I NEED some protective pedro. Oh God how about them being in a relationship, had a fight and not talking to each other at that moment, attend a friend's party and pedro taking care of her and making sure she is alright while being mad at her and maybe some cute sexy ending...

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

Warnings: the most allusion you can allusion to smut

It wasn't one of those huge important fights that break up couples, it was just a stupid little fight.

You wanted to spend Christmas with your family, and him with his, and neither of you was gonna budge.

Silly, right?

Now the only problem was that this "little" argument, had happened right as you were getting ready to go to a party, which you were now driving to in complete silence.

Not even the radio was on, only him, you, and countless passive-aggressive comments on the tip of your tongue.

The tension in the confined space was more than palpable, and when you finally got out of the car it felt as if you'd been underwater the whole time, and for the first time in twenty minutes, you could finally get a breath of fresh air.

Which, now that you realized, it really was fresh... maybe even a little too much for the dress you chose.

"You're cold" Pedro stated, a clear tint of annoyance in his tone.

The fact that all he needed to do was look at you for a second to understand what you were thinking would have been sweet at any other moment, now it was just irritating.

"take my jacket" he urged, handing it to you without so much as a second glance.

"I don't need it, I'm not cold"

And just as you, he would have found your stubbornness cute if it had been any other time.

"The party is in the garden y/n, you're gonna freeze all night just to prove a point?"

God but did he always sound so condescending?

"fine" you grumbled, begrudgingly putting it on as he started walking to the front door, not even bothering waiting for you.

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You spent the rest of the night purposely ignoring each other except for exactly three times (yes you had counted them), the first one was when Margareth, whom you very much despised since the only way she seemed to be able to talk to people was by judging them straight to their faces, had cornered you and forced you to listen to how much better she was then you until Pedro had appeared out of nowhere, and pretended he needed to talk to you just to get you away from her.

You didn't even have time to decide whether you wanted to thank him or not that he'd already gone his way.

The second time was when he saw you trip over a patch of grass out of the corner of his eye and as much as he wanted to ignore it, he just couldn't, so he had to excuse himself from the conversation he was having and reach you to make sure you were alright.

"I'm fine Pedro" you'd rolled your eyes

"Have you drank any water?"

"Oh my god, I'm not drunk I just tripped"

And that's exactly why the third time you had talked to each other he had approached with a glass of water.

"I told you I'm not drunk"

"You should still drink this"

"Who are you, my mom?" you'd exhaled dramatically "Oh no that's right, My mom is in New York and I won't get to see her this Christmas because apparently we just have to spend it with your family"

You were lucky nobody was ever around anytime you talked because... sheesh, that would have been embarrassing.

"Just drink this please" he'd insisted with a sigh, and finally, partially because you wanted him to go away and partially because you were actually kind of thirsty, you had accepted with a heavy "fine"

And now you were back at home and back at not talking... except that this damn zipper was stuck and as much as you forced it it just wouldn't go down.

"You need help with that?"

He would have been lying if he said he hadn't been enjoying the show for a while now.

"it's stuck"

Without another word, he was up from the bed and walked behind you as you stood in front of the mirror.

He put one hand on your waist while the other undid your dress with care.

And now yes you were in the middle of an argument, but you weren't responsible for the warmth that spread inside your body at his touch.

A soft thud reverberated through the room as your dress fell to the floor and a low "fuck" fled his mouth as he took you in from the mirror.

A long beat passed, and then, as if he'd read your mind he asked "Truce?"

And all you could do was nod

"truce"

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daisy-mooon · 1 year

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Divorce quartets dynamic is fucking funny this season. Scott and Martyn decided to move in with each other and steal Cleo's brand of being Mean Girls. Pearl passive aggressively asking Martyn if he has Tilly and Martyn going "oh yeah I cremated her :)" and throwing gunpowder on the floor. Martyn telling BigB not to trust Pearl because if "the moon is high, you might die". Cleo gaslighting Pearl into being her ally and then when Cleo asks for books Pearl straight up lies and starts punching BigB so he won't tell her. Cleo and Martyn having the world's most awkward conversation and Cleo going "you and Scott are... sort of survivery". Pearl standing on a tree and staring at Scott instead of walking up to him like a normal person. Scott spending an entire episode making his and Martyn's house look cute and designing their shared storage system to only suit him and leaving Martyn to cope. Cleo doing their very best to ignore them all and juggling Scar and Bdubs forcing her to adopt them, allying with the entire server and the Bad Boys turning their base into bread and killing them whilst Pearl is like thirty blocks away and blatantly not helping. Most divorced polycule EVER. I am studying their relationship under a microscope.

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archangeldyke-all · 1 month

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Mmmmm I’ve been thinking. About. What if reader and sev have a kid but they’re divorced. And they still love each other but ended on bad terms, so every interaction radiates passive aggressiveness. But one day they fall apart and admit they still have feelings. Maybe some smut, who knows(I’d prefer it if there was smut but you do you)

OOUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHH the angst! the anger! the desire! let's do it.

men and minors dni

you've been divorced from sevika for two years now.

when people ask, you shrug and tell them that it wasn't meant to be, it was an amicable split, and you guys remain good friends.

this is true. for the most part.

you're not really friends anymore, but you're still family. you're co-parenting the coolest little girl in the world, you're bonded forever by your shared admiration of little fucker.

despite the fact that you guys don't laugh together as much as you used to, your familiarity and comfort around one another mean that sevika's still one of the few people in the world you can fully relax around.

but... you're not sure you fully believe that you and sevika weren't meant to be.

and lately, it seems like little fucker's starting to feel that way, too.

"ma." she starts from the backseat, kicking her legs in her carseat. you just got her from sevika's for the week.

"yeah, kid?" you ask.

"mom says you don't live together because you're divorced." she says-- too young to remember a time when the three of you were all living in one home.

"yep." you say, nodding.

"well... why?" she asks. you cringe and shrug, letting out a sigh while you try to think up an appropriate answer.

"what did your momma sev say?" you ask. little fucker shrugs.

"she says you got in a big fight." you bite your tongue to keep from spitting out a curse at your daughter's words. of course she'd say that. "what'd you fight about?"

"we didn't fight, your mom's just a drama queen." you sigh. your daughter giggles.

"we played queens last night! she was the queen of winter and i was the queen of summer, we had to fight in the back yard!"

you smile, imagining the scene-- sevika with a little tiara on her head chasing your cackling daughter around the little yard.

you think that's the end of the conversation, until you're back home, tucking her into bed for the night.

"goodnight, kid. i love you."

"ma?" she whispers. you nod, assuming she's going to ask you to check for monsters. "if you and mom didn't fight, why don't you love each other anymore?"

your heart breaks a bit at the question and you sigh sadly. "we still love each other, i think." you say. "but... we just love so differently."

"waddya mean?"

"like... like when you were born." you say. "you were the most amazing, precious, important thing in the world for me and your mom." you say. "and your mom wanted to show you that love by making sure you had everything you could ever need." you say simply, trying not to let your personal feelings get in the story.

if this was a friend of yours, you'd word it a bit differently. you'd say that sevika became unhealthily obsessed with work and money, paranoid and horrified about the idea of her daughter ever having to want for anything. you'd say that she started missing the important shit for late-night meetings-- doctors appointments and anniversaries and, the final straw, your daughter's second birthday party. but this isn't your friend, this is you and sevika's kid. and you aren't going to bitch about your kid's other mom to her.

"so she worked all the time, super-really hard, so she could buy you a big house to grow up in and a lot of vegetables to make you big and strong. isn't that nice of her?"

"and so we could adopt shimmer?" little fucker asks. you giggle and nod at the mention of sevika's new dog.

"yup. she worked super hard so you could have a furry baby brother." you say, nodding. she grins.

"what's wrong with that ma?" she asks.

"nothing!" you assure your kid. "there's nothing wrong with that! it's just... different from the way i show you love." you say.

little fucker pouts. "but you work too." she says. you chuckle and nod.

"yeah, but have you ever noticed that my house is smaller? 's 'cause instead of making a huge buttload of money for you, i do different things to take care of you." you say. she hums, considering this.

"like... makin' me pancakes for dinner on fridays?" she asks. you smile and nod.

"and being on the PTA at your school, goin' to mommy-daughter dance classes with you--"

"and goin' to the movie theater on our saturday girl-dates!" she cuts in. you giggle and nod.

"exactly." you say. "see? we both love you more than anything in the world, but we do it in different ways."

"huh." she says.

"which is okay." you assure her. "it's all okay. it just... our ways of loving were getting in the way of each other's."

little fucker frowns. you kiss her forehead. "i love you ma." she whispers. you smile.

"i love you too, sweet girl."

you see sevika again three nights later at little fucker's montessori talent show.

you sit beside each other like you always do-- both of you are too introverted to find any pleasure in bonding with other parents.

"hey." you grunt as you collapse into the chair beside her. she smiles at you.

"you look like shit."

"she's been having nightmares. did you show her a horror movie last week?" you ask. sevika furrows her brow, then a guilty expression spreads across her face. you sigh in disappointment.

"fuck. it was just the sixth sense! 's only pg-13, and she was supposed to be sleeping."

"sevikaaa, how many times do i have to tell you to keep the horror movies to your off-weeks?!"

"i'm sorry!" she cries. a few parents turn around to look at you two, and you elbow her. she huffs. "sorry."

"it's fine. it'll be your problem soon enough." you say. sevika chuckles.

"how are you?" she asks. you sink farther into your seat, groaning again. your ex-wife chuckles. "that bad?"

"it's fine. she's been asking about our divorce. it's just fuckin' hard to re-live it all with our own kid." you explain. sevika's shoulders slump a bit, a sad expression crossing her face.

"she did that to me last week, asked me why i don't just move you into the guest room at my place." she says. you snort.

"i know. you told her we got in a big fight." you say. sevika nods.

"'cause we did." she says. you laugh and roll your eyes.

"makes it sound so simple." you say. sevika grunts.

"it is simple." she says.

"if it was simple, we wouldn't be divorced."

"then maybe we shouldn't be fucking divorced." sevika spits out.

you turn in your seat to gawk at her in shock, and sevika's got her eyes set on the stage ahead of her-- knowing she fucked up.

"that's awfully fucking bold coming from the woman who was at the club the same night it was finalized." you growl. sevika's nostrils flare, her fingers digging into the armrest between the two of you. "honestly, i don't know why that still surprises me, after all those 'late nights' you had at the office with that paralegal girl." you spit out.

"are you fucking kidding--"

"hello parents!" a teacher greets from the stage. "welcome to rainbow montessori's annual talent show! we have a variety of performances we are so excited to show you..."

sevika's hand wraps around your bicep, sinking her nails into your skin. you try to pull your arm out of her grip, but she just pulls you toward her, her lips on your ear.

"don't go fucking anywhere when this is over. we need to talk."

the show goes great, little fucker beams when she sees you and sevika in the crowd, and then proceeds to win over the hearts of everyone in the room when she shows 'how big a bubble' she can blow with gum. a skill she got from sev.

sevika gets teary eyed with pride while she watches, and you so desperately want to take a picture of it to tease her, but you keep your camera on your daughter.

when the show is over, little fucker runs up to the two of you grinning, launching herself into sevika's arms as she laughs.

"momma sev! you're here!"

"hey baby." she chuckles, kissing her head. "amazing bubbles."

"it wasn't my biggest ever, but it was pretty close." your daughter sighs. sevika laughs.

"go play with your friends a bit, i gotta talk to your ma." she says, kissing your daughter again before setting her back down. little fucker gives you a quick hug, then runs off toward the jungle gym. your heart drops when you remember the argument you were in the middle of before the talent show.

sevika tugs you to the corner of the play-yard, away from other parents and kids and teachers. "is that really what you fucking think?" she asks when she gets you behind a few bushes.

"what?" you ask.

"you really think i fucking cheated on you?" she growls.

you roll your eyes. "it doesn't matter anymore, sevika."

"answer my fucking question!"

"well, what was i supposed to think!?" you shout. you bite your lip and close your eyes, collecting yourself before speaking. "you were at work all the time. i was still carrying my pregnancy weight, you'd come home too tired to fucking talk, much less touch me, and the second i brought up divorce, you jumped at it like you'd just been waiting for me to say the word."

sevika's silent for a second, and when you open your eyes, you catch her wiping up a few tears. your heart breaks a bit, and you bite your cheek to keep from reaching forward and wiping the tears up for her. "i'd never cheat on you. i never have-- i swear it, baby." she whispers. you just huff at the pet name. "you-- i haven't fucked anyone since you." sevika admits miserably. "i know ran saw me at the club but i was just there to get fucking plastered. i just lost the love of my fucking life, you gotta give me a bit of a break." she says.

you blink at the confession, your heart doing a backflip at her words.

"the only reason--" sevika cuts herself off, scrubbing her face and groaning. "i wanted to do this differently." she says.

"do what?"

"this." she says, waving her hands between the two of you. "this conversation. i-i've been talking about it with my therapist... i was gonna ask you to come over for coffee or something." she says. your face screws up in confusion, both at the revelation that sevika's been seeing a therapist, and at the rest of her sentence.

"what conversation?"

"i fucked up so fucking bad." sevika whispers, ignoring your question. you snort a laugh and nod.

"i'm aware." you say. sevika chuckles sadly.

"i lied." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she huffs. "the little fucker didn't bring up the divorce first, i did. i asked her if she ever wished we were together." sevika says. "thought maybe if i could get her fixated on it she could bug you into gettin' back together with me or something."

you snort.

"i miss you so much." sevika says miserably. "i've missed you for years, even while we were still married, and it's all my fucking fault. i thought..." she sighs, hanging her head and looking away, her eyes wide and vulnerable and unable to look at you.

"sevika--"

"i thought i didn't deserve it. any of it. you-- i was so happy when i got you. when we met and got married-- i thought i couldn't be fucking happier. then we had the kid and i..." she trails off for a second. "i was too happy. i didn't think i deserved it-- you, or the kid, or the weekend trips to the zoo and the family dinners... i didn't..."

tears start to well up in your eyes, and you reach out and grab her hand in yours. "i know." you say. you do know, you've always known this about your ex. her biggest weakness is her own self-doubt.

"and i hurt you so fucking bad." sevika sobs. "i didn't know-- i mean, i knew you were miserable, but i didn't you you thought i was cheating, honey. i didn't want to make you feel that w-- you're so impossibly perfect. you're beautiful. then and now. i just felt like, like i had to earn you guys or something. so i... i kept working because it was the only way i knew how to earn the blessing."

sevika reaches up and swipes away a few of your own tears that you hadn't felt fall.

"how do you feel now?" you ask. sevika smirks.

"like the biggest idiot in the world." she says. you chuckle. her smile grows at the sound. "like i'll do anything to undo my mistake. anything. i've been cutting back a lot at work-- silco hates it but it's been worth it to go to shit like th--"

"you've been goin' to therapy?" you cut her off.

"...yeah." she says. you smile.

"how's that been going?"

"...good." she says, simply but sincerely. you laugh.

"and what does your therapist think about your plans to win me back?" you ask. she shrugs.

"she says she's got a good reference for a couple's counselor if we want."

you burst into laughter, and sevika grins at the sound. your heart melts a bit at the sight of her toothy, goofy smile, and you sigh.

"you really haven't been with anyone this whole time? we've been divorced for years." you say. sevika shakes her head, giggling a bit.

"have you?" she asks, skeptically. you duck your head and chuckle.

"no, i guess i haven't either."

"so... should i ask for that counselor's number?" she asks. you reach out and smack her shoulder, giggling.

"you should maybe start with asking me out to dinner, first." you suggest. sevika grins.

"how about tonight?" she asks. something flutters in your stomach, something like butterflies.

"i dunno. me and the kid have plans to hit up applebees for some chicken fingers after this--"

"sounds perfect." sevika says grinning. "i'll drive." she offers.

you smile, and sevika reaches her hand out between the two of you. you roll your eyes and give her your own hand, giggling at the way she grins as she intertwines your fingers.

it feels so fucking right to hold her hand again. it feels a bit like coming home.

but it feels even better when she uses her hold on you to tug her forward, wrapping both of her arms around your waist as she presses her lips against yours. you both let out simultaneous breaths of relief, moaning as something familiar and exciting builds between the two of you.

"what're you guys doing?" little fucker asks. you both pull away, gasping and looking down at your feet where your daughter is standing, a mildly disgusted look on her face. "why's your tongue in her mouth?"

sevika snorts, and you cringe.

"we were making out. like in the movies." sevika says.

"why would you tell her that!?" you groan.

"what, like... romance kissing?" your daughter asks.

sevika ignores you and nods.

your daughters eyes go wide as she looks between the two of you.

"is it cool with you if i crash you and your mom's applebees date tonight kid?"

"like... a family date night?" your daughter asks.

sevika laughs beside you. "would that be okay?"

"this is so exciting!" little fucker squeals, jumping up and down. "are you guys getting married!?" she asks. you groan, grabbing your daughter's arm in one hand, and sevika's in the other, guiding them all out toward the parking lot.

"no, and we might not ever get married again." you say to your kid. "we're just eating dinner tog--"

"not yet." sevika cuts you off. "give it a year, it takes a while to plan a wedding. plus, you gotta help me pick out your ma's ring." sevika says. your daughter giggles in excitement.

you elbow sevika, but your glare is softened by the grin you're trying to bite back.

she just smirks, then swoops in to kiss you again.

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vivmaek · 1 year

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PART SEVEN (roast edition)

Libra Suns are soo oblivious sometimes. I can never tell if they’re doing it to get something or if they’re actually having a dumb blond moment.

People with Mars in the 2nd house need to learn how to share. They become territorial over their possessions. As children, they were the types of kids to show off a cool toy and then go, “but you can’t play with this one because it's special.”

Mars in Pisces are the types to make a passive aggressive comment under their breath, and then when someone calls them out, they go, “I didn’t say anything!”

When people who have Mercury in the 8th house become obsessed about something, they will never shut up about it. Just when you think you’ve managed to steer conversation into a new direction, they will find a way to bring up whatever topic is plaguing their mind.

Pluto in Sagittarius generation is so self-righteous. Everyone is overly aggressive with their opinions, everyone thinks they’re right, and everyone is under the impression that we’re going to be these revolutionary radicals who will serve justice to those oppressed when most spend their time on the internet trying to cancel people. Like seriously we get so heated over nothing sometimes. I think that's because this generation really struggles with misdirected passion. I’m excited for these Pluto in Aquarius babies tho

Aries Moons and their temper tantrums, that's all.

People who have their Mars in Taurus will destroy things when they get angry, literally like a raging bull. They make a mess and fling things around, like what is that accomplishing?? And then afterwards they clean it up like nothing ever happened.

The uncomfortable look on a Gemini Moon's face when someone starts to cry, they wanna leave asap and are looking for the nearest exit.

Leos will cry, scream, and throw a fit over their hair. DO NOT MESS WITH THEIR HAIR. It's the one quality they like about themselves. A bad haircut or color treatment will have them SPIRALING. Like a serious identity crisis. They die inside when someone goes, “It's just hair, it will grow back.”

Mercury Libras and the lies they spread! They lie about the smallest things and it's usually in an effort to people-please.

People with their Mars in Sagittarius are psychos when they're mad. They lack the foresight to see how they’re putting themselves and others in danger. I’d say they are the most likely to carry out some form of revenge.

If you’re dealing with someone who has their Venus in the 8th house, make sure to establish some firm boundaries. They will just keep taking if you let them.

Venus 11th housers cause so much drama every time they develop feelings for one of their friends, I never seen this not cause tension within a friend group.

12th house stelliums and the way they always maintain distance, and everytime you get too close they pull back, actually super frustrating. Also the silent treatments they pull! They’re not even doing it to punish, they're just doing it because they’re uncomfortable, but it still ends up feeling like a punishment for the other person.

Mercury in Taurus individuals are sometimes too blunt. I honestly really love this quality hehe, but I have to admit they’ve offended me just by pointing out the obvious.

Aries 11th housers always feel like they’re in competition with their friends.

Moon Trine Uranus and crying at the most unexpected things. I have this friend that I’ve known since middle school, never saw her cry once. Even when we graduated and said our goodbyes for college, nothing. Then a year later, we were watching the finale for Euphoria together, and this girl started bawling at the end. I was like out of all the things to make you cry this is it?? Haha, I love her.

The Pluto in Virgo generation hands out criticisms left and right. If my friend's parents had this placement, I always felt like they were judging me.

Capricorns and their obsession with money, and also how they fail to realize that not everyone else is driven by monetary gains.

Aquarius’s love to act like their egos aren’t big. The only reason why Leos get checked more on this is because of their bold sense of expression.

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HI! I was wondering if you do like a concept where reader and Spencer have relationship problems because he's in love with JJ? But if not that's okay. I hope you're well ❤ I love your works!

aw of course nonnie! thank you for reading and the love 🥹🤍 this is rushed since its like an idea but i hope you like it :)

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do you like how i look? or just how i look on you?

you watch him carefully through your lashes, the pen threatening to break under your grasp. the way he had felt so ease, the way he could engage in a conversation with her, all of it so very easily angered you.

"don't you agree y/n?" jj smiles, her gaze shifting towards you.

"hm?" you replied, completely lost in thought and she gestures to his hair. her slender fingers run through his messy locks and he sits there, giving her a soft chuckle. it makes you want to knock his lights out truthfully.

"he looks better in long hair, doesn't he?" she giggles and you raise an eyebrow, looking at them both. even you would've mistaken them for a couple despite actually being in a relationship with him.

"i wouldn't know. i don't spend enough time with him to see how his hair looks" your passive aggressive tone doesn't go unnoticed by spencer and immediately his eyes dart to yours. he gives you that specific look that you're treading in dangerous waters but there's not a cell in your body that cares anymore.

jj awkwardly looks between you and spencer, him staring you down but you refusing to back off so you hold his eye contact. she coughs and it snaps you both out of it and towards her once more.

"i have to go, i gotta file these and give them to hotch. but i'll see you later?" she gives you both one last final smile and she goes, leaving the two of you alone

"what was that?" he asked irritably, his tone offended as if you'd genuinely caused him some pain

"honesty. i haven't seen you in so long but you wouldn't know that since you're so absorbed with jj" you know you shouldn't start the fight right now, a case could come at any moment and you'd be called in seconds but you can't help yourself. he was so incredibly selfish, couldn't he see how he was treating you?? couldn't he see how much you cared??

"i have no idea what you mean" he replied flatly, standing up to his full height and turning his back on you. you scoffed, turning around in your chair. you were already hanging on by a thread and his attitude would be your undoing.

"oh, you don't?? i've never seen your eyes shine more than when you're with her, like she's gathered all the stars and placed them there. you look at her..... like she's the most perfect thing you've ever seen" your voice trembels at the end of your sentence, you could only wish he gazed at you with half the adoration he held for her

"is there a point to your accusations? or can we move on to more pressing matters?" spencer furrows his eyebrows, turning his back on you. you don't know which is more aggravating, the fact that he brushes you off so easily or that he continued to defend jj even after everything.

"you know at first i didn't like jj, i really wanted to know what made her so special that you couldn't take your eyes from her for two fucking seconds but..." you pause, remembering all he times you had felt so insignificant to him. so inferior to jj, even though she didn't know.

"you adore everything about her, or rather, you love her. from how she talks to how she is. you notice everything about her. coffee orders, food preferences, hell even her moods, sometimes i wonder why you just didn't date her instead" your tone is biting, daring him to object. you hope he does, you hope he can finally see his wrong doings. you hope he can see how unfairly he had been treating you.

but fiction is far different than reality, sometimes things didn't go the way you so desperately hoped they did.

you know why he didn't date jj, she was already married. so he settled for the next option, pining and yearning for her in the dark while he had you as a front so everyone could see he had moved on too. you thought deep down he would learn to love you as you did him but after 2 years, it was never going to change.

"do you love her?" the question left your lips so quickly you didn't even register you had said it until he looked back. the pain settled in your heart, anxiously waiting for his answer. even though you knew deep down what it was.

"y/n plea-" he rolls his eyes but you stand up, walking toward him

"do you love her or not? it's a one word answer reid" the use of his last name instead of his first insinuates you're serious this time.

"i..." he breaks off, trying to find some way to make sense of it. in the midst of it all, you catch a glimpse of his true feelings before he composes himself once more.

but even for him that was a second too long

and when you see it there's shock on your face. confirmation and resignation plastered on his when he learns what he had done.

a small voice in you berates you for not seeing the signs at the start, they were so painfully obvious how could you have ever missed it. but people never do when they're in love.

"guys! c'mon, hotch is waiting" garcia knocks, looking at you both expectantly but you can't seem to rip your gaze from the man opposite you

i loved you, i loved you, i love-

"yeah..." you don't want to cause a scene, bringing yourself back to the crushing weight of reality. hitting you like a ton of bricks, tormenting you over and over.

"y/n..." spencer calls out, his hand reaching to yours to stop you but you snatch it away. like his touch is poisoned and you'd fall deeper into the darkness that so eagerly awaits your presence.

"y/n?" penelope asked, the smile she usually donned was slowly dropping from looking at the pair of you back and forth. looking to reid for some answers but he could only look at you and you could only look at the floor, wondering why you weren't good enough.

"let's go" your voice is a strained whisper, needing to throw yourself into something so you didn't need to think of him.

you realised that heartbreak is quite similar to the movies you used to make fun of. the second its over, all you can remember is the moments that made you fall in love. blazing through your mind, a rom com montage made of the sweetest poison.

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hey there honey! i'm here to request deerest alastor meeting a blitzo-like gn! reader fic if that's alright with you;) ( by that I mean either the reader with blitzo's story/persona/both if you wish. )

the genre? fluff, angst- anything, really. i kinda just wanna see how one would think they'd interact !

basically, i'm fine with anything, i do love a good surprise haha . it's rather more interesting;)

on a sidenote; i actually got this idea after watching some snippets of our boy and by recalling our conversation earlier. so i was hoping to see what's in store for our beloved if al were to ever cross paths with someone like him.

for an afterthought- man, i must say that i absolutely cherish this emo guy now.

( this could be platonic, or romantic; whatever you think fits for this shot/anything that is to your liking! )

hopefully this ask wasn't too confusing, and that you're fine with it. thank you, have a great day<3

Y E S! I love Blitzø from Helluva Boss so this duo will be so interesting! Alastor will have quite the difficulty to deal with a Blitzø! Leitora but yet, he will like them!

Alastor- Chaotic I.M.P

General

Alastor has such the passive-aggressive, crude, snarky, prickly Imp to handle. He doesn’t do that well but he also doesn’t shut said Imp out for the way they are… it’s just rough

Alastor’s patience is both worn out and stretched over further with you, the head of I.M.P and the royalty of being so immature and blood-thirsty. A assassin that’s trigger happy, and he isn’t sure how long he can stay calm with you

Alastor finds you interesting. Your mouth is vulgar but you’re actually very intelligent in your work and you rile up your little employee group very well. How fascinating, he considers studying you to figure out how native demons like yourself act

Alastor likes teasing you about your much shorter height and tugging you on your long tail. Both are methods to piss you off and maybe methods to make you pay attention to him as well

Most HCs of platonic can also apply to romantic then a few HCs of romantic can apply to platonic!

Platonic

Alastor doesn’t know how to react to the fact you’re constantly stalking him and following him around. You envy his relaxed, happy self and craves exactly what he has so you regularly watch him. All the times he’s caught you filming him… too many times

Alastor finds you hilarious. Your violent, dark sense of humour actually makes him chuckle and he encourages you to feel confident in what makes you laugh. It makes him laugh so it’s simply perfect

Alastor likes to tease you even more than he already does. Annoy you, piss you off, squeeze your face inbetween fingers to lead you on. It’s all so amusing and the way you bark out with rage at this has his day fixed instantly

Alastor does speak honestly about his own issues with you. He trusts you, you’re like the other friends he has, he may have known them specifically longer but he feels like he can be himself around you. You’re not that bad after all

Alastor finds it pretty cute that you have your own Hellhound child. You have a 22 year old Hellhound son/daughter/child and you’re so loving and affectionate to that Hellhound. He just watches it from the sideline, smiling widely and planning how to use this against you to mess with you

Alastor invites you out to hangouts regularly. To clubs, to drinking bars. Anywhere where it’s just you and him, and you two can just let loose by having drinking contests that end in Alastor slamming alcohol like a sailor and struggling to keep up with you on the dancefloor

Alastor will let you touch him with it seems fit but he doesn’t mind you randomly touching him. He likes you, you’re a wonderful snarky little Imp so he can excuse any type of touch, any time

Alastor’s smile and personality is more natural around his Imp friend and he treats all his friends equally so when you’re around, he’s smiling, giddy and sweet just like he is with other friends like Rosie, Mimzy

Alastor is the type of ‘I’ll do something for you at the right price’ friend. Give him what he wants and he’ll do a favour for you, he may like you as a friend but he wants to establish that you’re just like his other friends and you’re not that special at all

“Ah. My dear, this Hotel and my home is for everybody, including yourself. Feel free to get comfortable and we can chat more later”

Romantic

Alastor knows of your intimacy and commitment problems, and since he really likes this cute small gun-wielding badass imp more than he could suspect, he is willing to wait for you to get more comfortable with and trusting of him. Hence what actually fires up the relationship you two share

Alastor is extremely protective over you: you’re a mortal demon, he’s immortal. You can die, he already died and now immune to fatal blows. And the fact you’re an assassin that takes care of humans as well. You have the Radio Demon on your beck-and-call, and goddamn, how glad you are that you’re dating Al. You have a loving, doting but also scolding and cautious boyfriend right there to save your flank

Alastor expresses his loyalty, love and respect through that way he acts around you, giving you whatever you want free of charge, gifting you all kinds of presents, constantly writing you name on random pieces of paper or even the Hotel walls, being smitten of you around the Hotel staff. He can’t get you out of his head

Alastor loves carrying you around. You’re so small but you’re so squishy and cuddly, day or night. He loves hugging you to his chest and carrying you around, you’re smaller than Niffty and he’s living for it! You can be asleep and he’ll keep wondering around with you in his arms bridal style

Alastor is half for I.M.P, half not. The reason he isn’t is because he doesn’t want this psycho humans laying their hands on you and the reason he is is because he loves seeing you happy and he wants you to express your passions so he tries his best to be as supportive as he can

Alastor may or may not be the one taking care of you. You let loose sometimes after bad situations and he is the one reassuring you he’ll always be there, he won’t let you die alone and he’ll always be with you. He loves you and he wants you happy and healthy

Alastor’s ideas of a romantic date is to a nice restaurant, all dressed-up and bonding over simple conversation. Yeah, he isn’t the most ‘interesting’ date-planner but his vanilla tastes are so much better than anybody could ever suspect. You bond with Alastor very well with every date

Alastor enjoys bragging about you. He brags about you on his radio show and even promotes your business, I.M.P. He is going to show who you belong to and he’ll even mark you more… physically, if he must. You’re his and he won’t let any chance that somebody will try to steal you away

Alastor is an affectionate boyfriend and when I mean affectionate, I mean lovey-dovey, complimentary and touchy. He loves giving you kisses, holding you in his lap, giving you hugs, holding your hand all the time. He loves holding you, you’re so sweet and cute

“Darling. You should be a lot more careful… I wouldn’t do well without you, so please. Do both of us a favour and do not charge into battle recklessly… please? For this poor lovestruck little deer?”

Alastor also might just try figure out how to make you immortal so you’ll stay with him for all of Hell’s time

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fierymiasma · 9 months

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ꕥ A Little Game // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio ꕥ

Summary: Ominis's smile was dangerous. "Sebastian here proposed a contest. Of course, we'll all be together eventually in the end, but while we are wooing you, why not try a fun game?" She gulped. "A game?" "A contest: whoever charms you more, gets your first kiss." Requested by holotapes

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A/N: This will be a short mini-series, I promise it will eventually get to the prompt, please be patient!

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It was hard for her to see anything through the thick billowing steam of the Hogwarts Express. The hero of Hogwarts spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of her Slytherin friends amongst the crowd of bustling students. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't managed to find them in any of the train carriages.

Sebastian and Ominis had been acting strange for the entirely of their 6th year. She had naturally expected there to be some distance between the two Slytherin boys after Uncle Solomon's death. Yet, as the weeks dragged on and winter turned into spring she was surprised the find the utter vitriol that they two had for each other. It seemed like whenever the three of them were together, Ominis would sneer some passive aggressive comment aimed at Sebastian's character (or lack of). And Sebastian would scowl, and tug her closer to his side possessively, trying to keep her away from Ominis.

It was honestly a nightmare being the mediator between the two boys. She had absolutely no idea what could have exacerbated the rift that was in between them, but she prayed that it had been resolved by now.

"There's my favorite girl." A smooth, purring voice whispered into her ear from behind her. She squeaked in alarm, nearly jumping out of her skin to bump into the larger man behind her.

She spun around, hands on her hips, right about to give the rude interloper a piece of her mind. Any reprimanding words died in her throat. Her mouth became suddenly dry.

Sebastian greeted her with the confidence of a man who knew how attractive he was. His already smooth voice had dropped an octave. Only one summer has passed since she last seen him. They used to be the same height, but now she had to look up in order to make eye contact with him. Sebastian had filled in, shoulders a lot more broad then they used to be. His thick school robes failed to hide the muscular definition he had built up. The baby fat on his cheeks that she liked so much had disappeared, instead replaced with a handsome jaw line. His new tan failed to hide the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose.

He was…well…Sebastian had always been devastatingly handsome-objectively speaking, of course- but this…this was far too much.

"You…look….you look-" her face turned bright scarlet, unable to find an adjective that was appropriate. It was normal for good friends to comment each other's appearances. Right?...Right? Sebastian's lips curled upwards teasingly, no doubt taking joy in her discomfort.

"-you look…well, Sebastian."

"The summer air in Feldcroft has been kind to me." Sebastian stared at her with the sort of intensity that made her look away from his gaze. "I could say the same to you. It seems that the sun has blessed your skin rather nicely over the long break."

Her brows twisted in confusion. Had her skin been that bad in their sixth year? She hadn't been the most immune to typical teenage acne woes, but surely, they hadn't been so awful?

She brushed her fingertips to her cheeks. "Sebastian, what do you mean-"

Before she could finish the thought, a new voice from behind her interrupted their conversation. "Hello, dove."

Again, she jumped a good inch in the air, nearly tripping over her feet into Sebastian's chest. Ominis's smooth aristocratic voice was recognizably familiar. However, the new nickname for her, "Dove", was certainly not. Since when was Ominis, the boy who was bred upon fine etiquette, ever so forward with his female friends? She turned around, blinking in confusion.

Whatever strange phenomenon happened to Sebastian over the summer seemed to have inflicted itself upon Ominis was well. In only a couple of months, Ominis had sprouted as tall as a giant. His legs seemed to travel forever. It didn't hurt that he was always dressed so well, the well-fitted expensive fabric clung to the sharp lines of his body. She couldn't help but rudely ogle at his pale neck. With his high cheek bones and beauty marks, Ominis had always been unfairly pretty. Unfortunately (fortunately?), it had only gotten worse over time.

Her brain finally caught up with her. She had been staring rather rudely for a while. Finally, she blinked, registering the new, odd, nickname Ominis called her. "D-dove?" She repeated dumbly.

Ominis smirked, getting closer to her. Wow, even if she got on her tiptoes, she wouldn't be able to meet him at eyelevel. "Is that not what you are: an innocent, beautiful bird amongst the sea of hawks?"

Her throat was dry. Who taught Ominis to talk like this? In their sixth year, Ominis was nothing but curt, overly formal, and incredibly testy whenever Sebastian was around.

Was this even Ominis at all? Perhaps this was Polyjuice. Or maybe it was a prank. Ominis hadn't taken too kindly to her prank as Headmaster Black all the way back in their 5th year. Yes, this was certainly some sort of jest to make her feel incredibly nervous.

It was working.

Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips. "A-am I to understand, in your analogy, that I am your prey and Sebastian and you are the hawks hunting me?"

Ominis was so close to her. She couldn't help but take a step back, only to nearly step on Sebastian's shoes. It seemed as though the path blocked by Ominis in front of her and Sebastian behind her. Her head swiveled around. Neither of the boys seemed particularly upset at the violation of her personal space.

Sebastian threw his arm around her neck in a friendly manner that was anything but causal from her perspective. "Ominis, give our poor girl a rest! She's had a rather long journey after all." Sebastian winked.

Her muscles stiffened in surprise. Sebastian was always a more tactile person, always clapping his friends on the back, always pulling her close to his side in a duel. None of that was new…but the thickness of his biceps certainly was. As his biceps flexed around her neck, she shivered. She could feel the toned fibers of the muscle straining against his Hogwarts robes. Was Sebastian always so muscular?

What…in Merlin's name was going on? Her brain felt so foggy, maybe it truly was some type of hex they secretly cast on her. Shaking her head, she tried to get rid of her dazed state of mind. She needed to gain some type of normalcy to this frankly bizarre exchange.

Coming up with nothing to fix this rapidly escalating situation, she stuck out her hand for a handshake, as if she was greeting an old acquaintance instead of one of her closest friends. Even as she did so, she cringed, already feeling so awkward.

"Um….how was your summer, Ominis?"

Ominis's thin hand reached up to hold her hand, but instead of shaking it, he held it in his. Her body stilled, frozen in place, not wanting to ever let go of him. Before she could even react, he bent at the waist bringing her hands up to his lips. His cold lips brushed against the top of her hand, in a very polite kiss. It was a featherlight touch, barely there, but it still left a searing burn on her skin that travelled up her arm. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

This…wasn't…she wasn't trying to offer her hand for him to kiss it! Sure, it was normal, even respectful for any gentleman in this day and age to greet a lady in this manner but…common courtesy dictated that it last no more than a few brief seconds.

…and…well, time seemed to be moving differently, but she was certain that his kiss lasted far longer than normal.

As Ominis (quite sadly) pulled away, the bustling noises of the other students around them came back to life. She was suddenly reminded that they were not alone. Sebastian, jealous, envious, possessive Sebastian, had bore witness to it all. Even if it was a polite gesture between friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow it to happen.

She looked back fearfully, terrified that Sebastian's infamous temper would boil over and lash out at Ominis.

To her shock, the same flirty look was on his face. "Why Ominis, leave some for me next time?"

She felt lightheaded. She never labelled herself as one of those highbrow fancy ladies who needed a fainting chair everywhere they went but…at this rate, it might be a good idea to conjure one up anyway.

This all had to be attributed to the vapors of the Hogwarts train, a collective moment of craziness or delusion that they all shared. They were all having an active psychotic break. Or…some type of magical curse.

"I…I need to go um…" Her brain came up blank. "-say hello to Poppy and Natty!"

And, the hero of Hogwarts and the most powerful witch of their generation, fled the scene with as much grace as she could muster.

As she turned to look back, Sebastian sauntered close to Ominis, learning his shoulder against his. Their bodies pressed closely against each other, uncaring of the lack of personal space. They both looked completely unperturbed at how she rudely brushed them off.

She shivered. What in Merlin's name was going on with them?

Part 2

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hphl #harry potter #sebastian sallow fic #harry potter hogwarts game #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts oc #ot3 #ominis x sebastian #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #silver trio

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wndaswife · 11 months

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frustration’s rekindling | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

In the midst of a particularly difficult time in your marriage, you catch your wife masturbating to you when she thinks you aren’t home.

Word count: 3516

Tags: smut, slight angst, fluff, marital issues, masturbation, fingering, breast play, praise, brief voyuerism, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader | MINORS DNI.

gif credit to luke-skywalker

Lately, it’s been your intention to waste any amount of time possible after getting off early from work in order to avoid coming home to Wanda, who you knew was home from school. She was a high school teacher, and yet always found the time to come home before dinner, always enough time to spend the rest of the day with you.

The time and devotion she put into being with you whenever she could was one of Wanda’s greatest traits. Like every person, she had her faults, but Wanda was almost… the perfect wife.

It wasn’t something to complain about, and you certainly couldn’t have ever fathomed it being a factor of any argument until a few weeks ago.

Perhaps it was a coincidental meshing of stressors that had caused it — Vision’s asking for Wanda’s permission to take the twins on a week’s vacation with his girlfriend, your concern with being liked by Tommy and Billy as much as they liked their father’s partner, your late nights at work, Wanda missing you when she had come home on time with the intention to be with you.

Such things were never urgent issues until they boiled up into an argument from both parties, bringing up concerns and worries that neither of you had ever even known were on the other’s mind.

Then it was the lack of communication that became frustrating, then it was the anger that was redirected to nothing in particular but the very nature of the hostile situation that only seemed to grow by the minute.

For close to an hour and a half, you and Wanda argued in the kitchen after Vision picked up the kids for the weekend, and finally ending it off with Wanda storming upstairs and abruptly choosing not to discuss anything any longer.

Finding that things were otherwise hostile and at the brink of exploding again, you chose to sleep in the guest room, which was where you’d been sleeping since the argument occurred weeks ago.

In the morning after, Wanda eyed you coming out of the guest room to head to work as she was packing her things for school. She seemed like she had opinions about where you’d decided to sleep that evening, but she kept quiet about it.

To make matters worse, you and Wanda talked very little for the next while. Along with not sleeping in the same bed, you hadn’t had sex let alone touched each other at all.

You had things to say of your own, opinions that had been formed since the argument, and apologies, most importantly. But you could never read in Wanda’s face whether she was still upset, so you were never sure of how to bring anything up or what to say if you were to say something to her.

One afternoon on a weekend nearly two weeks after the argument when neither you nor Wanda had work, you came back home with bags of groceries and set them down on the kitchen counter.

When you left that morning, you supposed Wanda was asleep in the bedroom upstairs as you hadn’t spoken to her before you left. There wasn’t any sign of her having come downstairs yet, so you imagined that perhaps she was still sleeping. Even so, the time without your wife had reached the brim of unbearability, and you knew you had to speak with her at some point.

It was immature to keep loved ones in that silent, passive aggressive limbo for days instead of simply speaking with them about things that were important. The tension at home and the strain on your relationship with her and the nights and days without her greatly outweighed whatever pride and comfort came from avoiding the inevitable conversation.

So you stalled for a little and put away the groceries before heading upstairs to talk with your wife.

You planned how you’d wake her up and if you’d be sitting on the bed beside her hip or if you’d be standing. You planned whether you’d shake her gently or just place a hand on her shoulder through the blankets.

You were in the midst of planning exactly what to say before your eyes caught onto a light casted onto the floor on top of the stairs from the guest room which you very clearly remembered closing before you left.

Then delicate muffled noises and the subtle sounds of rustling sheets travelled out of the room, and you stepped forward carefully.

Pushing the door open slightly and allowing more light to flood the hallway, you looked into the room and saw a mess of dark orange hair stretched out along the pillows of the guest room’s bed, along with a familiar figure mumbling out your name with a pillow held to her chest. Her knees were lifted up close to her stomach and your blankets were wrapped around her body messily.

Wanda was still in her pajamas, her hand tucked between her thighs and her body squirming as she pleasured herself to the scent of you on the bed you’d been sleeping on for the last little while, calling out your name with her lips pressed against the pillow.

Her thighs pressed together and her fingers tightened their grips around the pillow, her breathy moans turning into soft whimpers while her back began to arch and she started to near her orgasm.

Before she could finally reach her peak, you approached the bed and pulled the blanket down from her body, tearing her from whatever fantasy was playing in her mind. She quickly readjusted herself and removed her hands from her body as if she were on fire then turned onto her back to look up at you, her cheeks flushing a humiliated shade of pink.

She moved to sit up with shaky hands and she let go of your pillow.

“I…” She cleared her throat and looked away as she stuttered. “I didn’t… know you w-were home.”

You tipped your head to the side a little, surveying her embarrassed expression and attempts to look up at you to read what you might be thinking. It seemed that Wanda had just as much of a hard time these past few weeks trying to figure out what you might be feeling, and felt she may have crossed a severe line getting caught masturbating in your bed when perhaps she should’ve been keeping her distance.

Reaching down, you cupped your wife’s cheek and stroked your thumb against the corner of her lips softly. “You don’t have to stop because of me, honey,” you whispered. “Why don’t you catch me up on what I’ve missed?”

Wanda hesitated as she explored your expression and when you met her eyes, she saw for the first time in what felt like centuries what you might be feeling. Then she laid back down and you sat beside her shoulder, watching as she tucked her hand back under the waistband of her shorts and between her thighs. She moved herself to the side slightly and rested her head against your hip.

You placed a hand atop her head and rubbed your fingers against her scalp soothingly.

She pushed two fingers past her opening and whimpered, her hips raising slightly from the bed at the overwhelming intrusion before her fingers found a gentle pace. She buried her face into your hip although you could still see her way her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted as she moaned.

Your free hand reached down and began unbuttoning Wanda’s pajama top, slowly exposing her breasts and nipples that stiffened when the lapels of the blouse slipped down her chest and brushed against the blush-pink peaks.

Wanda’s head turned to watch the way you cupped one of her breasts gently and brushed your thumb across her sensitive nipple. Your wife always had rather sensitive breasts, and would thoroughly enjoy the time you took teasing at them, running delicate waves of pleasure through her body, showing her how well you knew how to treat her.

Her nipple was taken between your thumb and forefinger and you pinched at it, running the pressure up to its very tip and releasing before doing the same to the other.

Filled with gradually heightening arousal, Wanda’s fingers began speeding up and she experimented by brushing her thumb against the hood of her clit, eliciting a gentle jerk of her hips and the catching of her breath in her throat.

You leaned down and kissed Wanda’s neck, causing her to tip her head to the side and allow you more space to trail your kisses, bringing shivers up her arms at the feeling of your soft lips against her skin. Your tongue darted out and ran up to her jaw where you then pecked her cheek before moving back down to her breasts.

With two hands, you groped both your wife’s breasts and brought them together, allowing you to kiss up each of them. The pads of your thumbs rubbed against her nipples and you then wrapped your lips around one of them, looking up at meeting Wanda’s eyes to convey your purposeful intent behind each of her pleasured whimpers.

She struggled to maintain eye contact with you and you released her nipple to look down between her thighs. Even her fingers began to stagger as she began to quickly pick up from where she left off before you came into the room.

“I want you to…” Wanda whispered hesitantly and reached her hand behind your head, fingers playing with your hair as if to help you understand what she was saying. “Please.”

On any other day, you might’ve had her beg more explicitly, not sparing her any mercy in having her abandon her modesty as she pleaded for you to finger her pussy. But you wanted her as desperately as she wanted you; it’d been so long since you’d touched your wife like this and making her wait would only bring you torment.

And the sound of her wet cunt only made it harder to deny her request.

You needed to feel her.

A bit hastily, you pulled her shorts down along with her underwear and moved her hand out of the way. She was quick to oblige and wrapped her arms around your neck, but not before bringing her glistening fingers to your lips and allowing you to lick her flavour from them, which you did with unabashed enthusiasm.

The pads of three fingers circled against Wanda’s opening and you used your other hand to continue groping at Wanda’s breast and tugging at her nipple while you bit gently at her other. You teasingly rounded her stiffened nipple with your kisses, the tip of your nose brushing against it torturously.

She wasn’t far from orgasm, and you were much too desperate to see her come for you to prolong her release, so you swiftly entered three fingers into her which she accepted gratefully in the way she squeezed around you and tightened her arms around your neck.

“I’m so proud of you, Wanda, taking three fingers just like that,” you told her, taking one of her nipples between your teeth and tugging at it gently. She squirmed in response and made an attempt to reply verbally but found she could only whimper.

You kissed her nipple that was slightly sore from the teasing then ran your tongue up against it. You moved up her body and kissed her temple, your fingers quickly picking up speed as your desire to make your wife come overtook you.

You moved to lay beside her, cradling her head against your chest and kissing her forehead. “You’re such an obedient girl, baby,” you muttered against her skin. Your fingers ran through her soft hair and Wanda buried her face in your chest, seemingly happily soaking up your praise.

From the angle you were looking down at her from, you could see with full visibility her long soft legs and perfect breasts, the gentle slopes of her body and the delicate fluttering of her chest as her breath began to quicken and catch in her throat.

“You look so pretty,” you said, caressing her cheek as she tucked her head between your chest and your supportive arm that held her up comfortably. “My beautiful wife… I’m so lucky to be able to love you, Wanda.”

Wanda lifted her head from your chest and looked up at you, uttering out a soft, “I love you, Y/N.”

With a sincere gentle smile that made Wanda’s chest flutter with warm thrill, you leaned down and kissed her lips, and whispered out an ‘I love you too’ against them, sealing the beloved words within your act of affection.

Carefully, you curled your fingers inside Wanda and found the place of pleasure within her soft walls and she reburied her face in your chest and let out a muffled cry as you pressed down against it, your thumb beginning to rub circles against her clit.

“Why don’t you come for me, my sweet girl?” you encouraged into Wanda’s hair, kissing the top of her head and pulling your fingers in and out of her with long swift thrusts, each time brushing the tips of your fingers against her most sensitive point and your thumb never ceasing its circling against Wanda’s swollen clit.

“Show me how well-behaved you are and come on my fingers, honey,” you whispered.

You felt hints of Wanda attempting to nod before her body tensed and a prolonged ragged cry was pulled out of her. Her arms loosened from around your neck and she instead hugged you around the waist, pulling herself against you for support as she came. She cried out against your chest, calling out your name as she had been before, but this time unrestrained and thoroughly proud of getting off to you.

“That’s a good girl,” you said in a hushed tone when your wife’s cries settled into breathless pants, her grip around your waist loosening slightly though she was still hugging herself around you. “You did so good…”

Wanda muttered something into your chest and though you couldn’t hear it very well, you could see her flushed cheeks and the way she buried her face against you and that was enough to understand what she had meant.

You regarded her with a proud smile and slipped your fingers out of her soaking cunt then licked her from your fingers. Then you slipped down beside her so you were face-to-face with her and cupped her face with two hands before kissing her.

The kiss was every apology you felt you should’ve said days before today, every feeling of desperation for Wanda’s company previously hidden because of your cowardly grip on your pride and all the nights missing sleeping beside her. Then you pulled her into a hug, your arms securely wrapped around her shoulders as she continued to hug you back around the waist.

“Tommy and Billy love you so much,” Wanda uttered into your shoulder. “Even I sometimes feel they love their father more than me, but I know they love me just the same. I just think boys just get to an age where they seem more affixed to their fathers. They’ll swing back; you know they’re always thrilled to be home with us.”

“I feel terrible being so… possessive of them, and to feel so insecure about my parenting,” you finally confessed. You didn’t have to say any more for Wanda to understand that you were struggling with your place as the twins’ stepparent, and you had felt clumsy in your footing trying to figure out what your role was between two of their biological parents.

Wanda pulled away and met your eyes, pressing your foreheads together. In the sincerity of her gaze, you saw how much she appreciated the way you treated her sons. “I think it’s sweet,” she said. “They know how much you love them. I think you’re doing a perfect job as one of their parents. They adore you.”

Suddenly feeling guilty for how quick Wanda was to comfort you, you finally spoke up about what you’d been wanting to talk about for the last while.

Without putting too much thought into planning or overthinking it, you just said, “You take on so much in our marriage, Wanda. You’re so devoted and loving and sometimes I just… get self-absorbed. I just forget sometimes that you’re not the only one in our relationship. I’ll try harder. You deserve that and so much more. I’m so sorry for how I’ve been neglecting you and how difficult it was for me to just apologise for not treating you with the love you deserve.”

You didn’t think Wanda began to tear up because the discussion was upsetting, but simply because it’d just been so long since she last had any sort of affectionate contact with you, and hearing you talk to her about how much you loved her made her feel so full of emotion that it brought her to tears.

She really was a rather sensitive person.

You loved that about her.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m sorry for being so controlling and… otherwise possessive with you.”

“Baby, I’d be lost if you weren’t so possessive over me,” you laughed and kissed her forehead. Wanda laid her head on your chest and you moved onto your back so she could lay atop of you. “You’re not controlling. Don’t apologise for wanting what you deserve. I haven’t been giving that to you. I’m sorry.”

Holding herself up with her arms on your chest, Wanda raised her head and looked down at you. “How about if… there are days where you can’t come home before dinner, then I’ll come visit you?” she suggested.

You were filled with so much joy at her offer. She really did love you so much, trying her best to find ways to be with you even through the most difficult situations. Some days you felt you truly didn’t deserve her. But you’d prove to her that at the very least, you’d treat her as she deserved, that you’d show her how much you really did love her — and it was a whole lot.

“I’d really like that, Wanda,” you replied and kissed her lips. You turned around so Wanda slipped from your body and was on her back, looking up at you as you covered her face in soft kisses. “But I promise there won’t be as many days like that as there used to be.”

Wanda exhaled when you laid down beside her, pulling her against you so you were curled up against her body again. “But parenting and marriage can truly be taxing,” she confessed. “I hate arguing with you.”

“There is no one I’d rather argue about ex-husbands and work hours with than you though, honey,” you said lightheartedly before leaning down and kissing the tip of her nose, which made Wanda scrunch it up with a tiny grin.

“Especially when it ends with you making me come with your fingers,” she teased and smirked against your cheek.

“No,” you said with a definite shake of your head. “We can’t forget about that, can we?”

With a humoured grin, Wanda replied, “No — certainly not.”

You jested, “Mm. Maybe next time I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter while you make lunch.”

Wanda hummed as if contemplating something. Then she asked, “Do you happen to be hungry for lunch right now?” She looked up at you and blinked innocently.

The implication made you smirk and you looked away to hide the way she made you flush with the simplest of words. “I do happen to be hungry for lunch,” you replied.

Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, Wanda raised herself up and straddled your hips so you couldn’t look away from her, taking your embarrassed state as an opportunity to tease you. “Would you like to come downstairs and… help me make lunch, Y/N?” she asked, leaning down to brush the tip of her nose against yours.

You cleared your throat and rubbed at your cheek to partially hide the grin on your lips. “I’d just have to go upstairs and get something before I go down and help.”

“Okay,” Wanda said in a sing-song voice then slipped off of your hips to stand beside the bed. She buttoned up her pajama blouse halfway so you could still see her tits when she leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you down there, then.”

She left you with a teasing grin, leaving the bedroom in nothing but her top that only just barely covered her ass, her shorts and panties still discarded on the bed beside you.

You waited until Wanda was down in the kitchen so you could eagerly head upstairs to retrieve the strap without having your wife hear how quickly you went up to the bedroom.

Unbeknownst to you, she was waiting by the bottom of the staircase, giggling quietly to herself as she listened to how eager you were to be with her.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #elizabeth olsen

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myuni-moon · 2 years

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#just date already

―synopsis: so maybe you were doing things only best friends weren't supposed to ft. diluc, xiao, thoma, zhongli

―warnings: modern!au, romantic tension, mutual pining, mentions of unrequited love and jealousy(thoma), consumption of alcohol and slightly suggestive(zhongli)

—note: i had my sister give the names of four genshin men, hence the current lineup

— diluc

the tension that danced along your fingertips every time both of you even came close to brushing against each other’s hands never ceased to make your face feel warm each time it happened. there was just something about the closeness between you two that was enough to let the side of your palms stumble against the others' and the way your fingers inched ever so closely. you didn’t know if it was ever on purpose, or if he even noticed the implications that he was doing something that crossed the boundaries of anything platonic.

still, you’d never felt more anxious and invigorated in your entire life than when you danced across that line of being friends and lovers.

like now, as you shared a blanket on a movie night, it was no different. your arms were pressed against each other by the time the credits started rolling, but none of you paid enough attention to even switch to another one or do something else than sit there with your best friend. because right underneath the cottony fabric, your pinkies linked for the first time. oh god, you thought as your heart rate sped up by the minute. in the dim lighting, you could only roughly make out the red tinting diluc's ears, and you could do nothing but accept the shift in your relationship.

it only got more intense as you managed to lock eyes with him, and you swore his crimson irises made roses of the same shade bloom in your lungs. then you glanced at his lips, just a quick look. and it hit you square in the face:

yeah, best friends didn't hold hands and think about kissing one another.

— xiao

your friends always wondered why you never dated xiao, your roommate and longtime friend; and time and time again, you've explained to them that he was your best friend before redirecting the conversation to someone else's love life. that was most definitely just a coverup for the fact that you've been crushing on him for the longest time.

your feelings for him only amplified when he showed up while you were on an outing with the aforementioned friends. he'd appeared on his motorbike, leather jacket and all, as he parked upfront of the cafe you decided to go to. your friends spotted him first, nudging you the minute he took his helmet off to reveal his handsome face. you’d stumbled out the door to greet him.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, flustered at his sudden arrival. as always, his countenance was blank and perhaps mildly passive-aggressive to any bystander; however, you could tell that there was no aggression behind his eyes. your gaze drifted from his face to his hand which held a paper bag.

"the forecast said it might rain. you said you'd be here with your friends, and i came to drop this off just in case." he handed it to you gently. as you looked inside, you could spot an umbrella and one of his jackets. instantly, you felt a flutter in your gut. your heart palpitated the moment after; whether it was from the fact that he cared or he was willing to lend you his clothes, you didn't know.

nonetheless, you thanked him for his kindness. "thank you so much, xiao. you didn't have to do this, you know?" the male shook his head from side to side, dismissing you.

"no need to thank me. it'd be unfortunate if you ever got sick." as monotone as it might have sounded, you knew that xiao meant what he said. there's a lilt in his voice, one only you seem to have noticed, that betrayed all the softness he truly had in his body.

before your interaction came to an end and you both said your intentions to see each other later, you had tapped his shoulder just as he readied to put his helmet back on. you're not quite sure was possessed you at the moment, but you planted a kiss on his cheek before dashing back into the cafe where your friends would surely interrogate you and leaving xiao to watch your form withdrawing.

as he gently pressed his fingers towards the patch of skin your lips had grazed and his stomach swirled with something completely foreign to him, there was one thing on his mind.

best friends don't give each other butterflies.

— thoma

there was an icky green feeling that was instilled in you whenever people ogled at your best friend. it was no secret that the blond was attractive. with such a sweet personality and a house-husband aura, it shouldn't have been surprised when he started being chatted up on one of your grocery outings (thoma's idea after he figured you weren't going out as much as you should. you guys did it every week since then).

still, you could do nothing but hold your tongue. you were just his best friend after all, and there was no way he would be interested in you. you didn't even know his type, the more you thought about it. you shook your head, brushing off your feelings in favor of getting back to your task at hand.

you could only huff as you eyed the cereal box on the top shelf. normally, thoma would be the one to grab it for you, but he was clearly busy with other endeavors which left you to do it yourself. you looked around, wondering if there were any staff that could help you reach it. luck was definitely not on your side as you found the whole aisle empty with the exception of you. with a heavy heart, you decided to hop around until you could reach it. amidst your (failing) efforts, a kind stranger had reached up and handed you the box. you thanked them, flustered and scratching at your neck at how embarrassing it might have been to picture yourself jumping around the grocery to reach a simple cereal box.

this would not go unnoticed by thoma, not when he finally rounded the corner to see you acting shy. a strange sight and perhaps an unwelcomed one by the way he found his eyebrows furrowed and gaze hard on the floor the moment the two of you made it back to your apartment.

"who was that?" he inquired as you fixed up your pantry with thoma passing you each product. you hummed in response, curious at who he could've been referring to. "the one that you were with when you got the cereal."

just as you slid your favorite biscuits into the cabinet, you raised a brow before turning towards thoma who leaned against the island counter. you couldn't help but catch his aggravated expression. "dunno. they just helped me get the box. why?"

"you know you could've just called me over."

"you were busy talking. i didn't want to disturb you. did it bother you?"

it did. it really did if thoma was honest. there was something about the way that you didn't ask him to help when you knew he'd always put you first that just rubbed him the wrong way. even more so when you relied on a stranger that was too close for comfort, to thoma at least. he looked at the same cereal box from earlier that glared at him from just across the kitchen island; he shrugged. "you guys just looked kind of close there is all."

you tilted your head, "were you jealous?"

ok, best friends don't get jealous.

— zhongli

you didn't think the alcohol would be so strong. then again, what did you expect when it came from childe of all people? maybe it was your fault for trusting the ginger when he said that it was just mild and the fact that you didn't take into account that mild in snezhnaya meant "definitely-going-to-make-you-wasted-five shots-later" in liyue.

so there you were with your longtime friend, zhongli, absolutely drunk out of your mind in your apartment. maybe a bottle later and a drunken confession later, and you found yourself in your best friend's lap with your hands around his neck, his breath hot on your skin. you didn't exactly know what lead you two to that moment, but breaking whatever tension you had between you two when you were sober had been way overdue.

a blush had spread on his cheeks, whether it was from your compromising position or the alcohol— you couldn't really tell. his hands clenched by his sides, fingers digging into the skin of his palm as he balled them into fists. your hands, however, had long found their way to the sides of his neck until they had situated their place to caress his jaw.

"zhongli," his name came out as breathy from your mouth, "kiss me."

ever the gentleman he was (even while under the influence of a great amount of alcohol), he declined. "you're not sober."

you whined, and zhongli had never felt his body heat up so much. his adam's apple bobbed as you pressed yourself even more against him; by this time, zhongli had managed to snake his hands up to your wrist to keep you from getting any closer and effectively keeping you roughly an inch or two away from his lips. your struggling came right afterward, your body trying to wiggle against his grip.

"if i let you, you'll hate me tomorrow."

a huff passed your lips, brows still furrowed and a pout on your lips. your body momentarily halts as your eyes trailed from his mouth up to his eyes. his eyes of gold that looked at you pleadingly, almost paralleling your own desires for your companion. your front teeth nibbled on your bottom lip.

"no, i won't, and you know it too, zhongli. how long are we going to keep doing this until we finally cave?" you really did have a point, but perhaps that was just the liquid courage that finally made zhongli relent to the fact that there was indeed something between the two of you. something he'd turned a blind eye to because out of everyone in his life, you're the one person he'd never want to lose. he never wanted to risk your presence over something as foolish as his feelings for you.

so he stared back at you silently, heart threatening to give out when you eventually started to tear up from his lack of response. at that moment, panic overtook him for the first time in a long time; zhongli has never made you cry before— not even accidentally or indirectly. he's seen you cry, but he's never seen you cry because of him.

before he knew it, his body moved on his own purely out of instinct to what he thought could console you. the next thing he knew, his lips were on yours with all the grace of two drunk idiots in love, and your hands had found purchase on his shoulders once his hands migrated to your hips. just like that, something finally clicked in his brain after years of choosing to ignore it: you definitely weren't just friends.

best friends don't just kiss.

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sucker4colby · 10 months

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Friends in unexpected places

Warning: angst, cuss words

Word count : 2704

Summary: getting cast aside by everyone due to Colby’s new girlfriend but Sam being the only one to have your back.

Pairing : Colby Brock x female reader

Everyone knew that you and Sam never saw eye to eye, the only reason you guys tolerated each other was Colby. Sam had a longer friendship with Colby but you had his back through everything, always siding with him even if he was wrong. Everyone also knew you had fallen in love with Colby over time, and Sam took any opportunity to hold it over your head as blackmail whenever you were winning in arguments.

The only time Sam felt some kind of softness towards you was when Colby brought home his new girlfriend, he saw through the fake enthusiasm you had. His eyes softened knowing you truly did love Colby and like the good friend you were you backed all his decisions even if it hurt you. He watched as you forced yourself to hug her and welcome her into your lives knowing she had what you most wanted, Colby's love.

After a while of them dating Sam thought something was off about Colby’s girlfriend and his suspicions were confirmed when he overheard her talking about how she would break up with him if his views continued to fall. It made Sam so angry when he found out causing him to go up to your room and break the news making you equally as upset if not more. What infuriated him even more when she started pulling him away from you after you told Colby of your discoveries. He was so sure Colby would listen to you of all people knowing the feelings he harbored for you before he got in a relationship.

Unfortunately everyone else was also blind to her true intentions taking her as a sweet girl and taking you as the jealous girl with a crush. Embarrassed by the accusations you stopped hanging out as much opting to stay in your room or going out with friends outside of the trap house group. Sam was annoyed that everyone had shut you out so quick and welcomed her with open arms.

It worried him when you started looking into moving out knowing it would definitely alter your relationship with Colby even worse it would end it and he worried colby would lose someone so true for someone that was using him. Pretty soon Colby's girlfriend started showing her true colors, she wouldn't let him hang out as much anymore and only let him collab as long as she was included, she made comments that were out of hand. Everyone started feeling guilty about pushing you away for her knowing you only ever had Colby's best interest at heart.

Sam took it upon himself to host a get together and making sure you'd coming being the only one along with kat that still spoke to you. It was insufferable at first with the amount of tension that lingered in the air but pretty soon everyone was acting like nothing had changed. You hung around your old friends laughing and cracking jokes not wanting any bad blood between yourself and the people you considered family.

That was until Colby and his girlfriend showed up making the atmosphere change and everyone tense up, Colby's girlfriend was making things uncomfortable by making passive aggressive comments towards you. You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, she was being aggressive towards you but you hadn't even done anything. No body said anything knowing she had colby wrapped around her finger so they watched as you took it.

For the first time that night she left Colby's side to go use the bathroom so you took it as a chance to go say hello. Walking up to him you tried to suppress the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach, patting him on the shoulder as he turned to look at you. Everyone watched trying to see how the interaction would go between the estranged friends, it brought a smile to everyone's face especially Sam when you guys fell into a conversation so easily, almost like nothing had changed. They watched the familiar smiles that you guys sported when you were together, they watched Colby's eyes get their sparkle back for just a moment.

Colby's girlfriend had come back and she was furious that he was talking to you, he wasn't supposed to be around you especially since you tried to feed him negative things about her. She was walked over angrily giving you a fake smile before pulling him away to the corner of the room.

You walked over to Sam and kat who were giving you sympathetic looks but you just smiled weakly at them accepting a drink from Sam. Everyone tried to ignore the arguing couple but it was hard to when their argument just got louder and louder. Corey and Jake slowly made their way over to you guys watching as your body tensed up with every insult she threw at Colby, they were hoping you wouldn't snap because they how bad you got when it came to backing Colby up. They watched as you took deep breathes each time your left eye twitched in anger. Jakes eyes glancing down to your clenched jaw knowing that tell meant you were about to become unhinged. Finally you snapped turning around as she degraded him. Corey went to grab you only to be pulled back by sam. "Let her, she's got it." Sam reassure their friends having faith in you . " You trust her ?" Corey asked, shocked that Sam of all people was backing you up . " no, but I trust her anger." Sam told them watching as you stomped over there knowing you'd be the one to bring Colby back.

" you're fucking useless ! I told you to stop hanging around these people that's why your views are going down !" She scowled him. You stomped over giving her a fake smile and standing in front of colby. " hi, sweetheart idk what you're doing, but I know you're not insulting colby especially not in front of his friends." You told her taking a step forward trying to give Colby space from her. " why do you care ? You're a shitty friend for trying to get him to break up with me just because you like him" she snapped trying to walk around you only for you to side step and block her . " you're a shitty girlfriend who's only using him so how about you do better and actually treat my friend right." You tilted your head narrowing your eyes and trying to ignore the burning feeling feeling that wrapped around your chest.

" are you jealous ?" She laughed at you " is that why you're over here butting into something that doesn't concern you ? You think you can play hero and he'll come back to you? He needs me, without me he's nothing." She smirked pushing you and stepping towards Colby who was watching the interaction stunned that even after everything you were still sticking up for him. He snapped out of it as you lunged for her from behind, he rushed forward knocking her aside and grabbing onto you so you wouldn't pounce onto her. " what the hell Colby?" Ignoring her shriek he focused on keeping a tight grip around your waist as you struggle against him so you wouldn't knock her on her ass.

" he doesn't need you, he was great before you , he doesn't need anyone because he's Colby fucking Brock." You spat at her holding onto Colby's arms as he handed you over to Corey who was now in charge of restraining you. Colby couldn't help the warmth that wrapped around his heart at your praise , making up his mind as he walked over to her and dragged her out of the house.

You slumped down in Corey's hold lip quivering, feeling defeated as you watched Colby walk out of the house with her in toll.

...........

Colby pulled his fuming girlfriend out of the house and walked her to the end of the street. He caught off her ranting " I'm breaking up with you." He watched as she froze up feeling a bit guilty. She glared up at him angry tears in her eyes. " I knew you'd chose her. I knew you loved her." She spat shoving him. " we're just friends but honestly she treats me better than you do." He shoved her off. " we're done I'll swing by to grab my stuff later." Colby told the crying girl making his way back inside. " She wouldn’t be defending you if she didn’t have feelings for you !" She screamed at him making him holt. Did his best friend actually love him ? He was scared he might've missed everything up by being so blind. He shrugged at her going inside the house knowing he had to go look for his friend.

He walked into the living room but you weren't there making him furrow his eyebrows and look at his friends who were all staring at him. " she's upstairs with Kat and Tara." Sam nodded at him knowing he'd be looking for you. He couldn't help but smile as Colby ran up the stairs knowing you'd be ok .

Knocking on your closed door he heard shuffling before Kat opened the door squinting her eyes in anger at his presence. “ I just want to talk” he raised his hands showing he meant no harm. Stepping out of the dim room and closing the door the blue haired girl glared up at him. “ what is it you’re trying to do Colby? You can’t keep hurting her, she cares about you so much and you keep messing up.” She scowled him quietly hoping you wouldn’t hear them through the door.

His blue eyes looked down at the floor in shame. He was trying to comprehend how everything went down the drain, had he of realized you requite his love he would’ve never of gone out with his terrible ex. He tried so hard to find someone to love him because he convinced himself your love was anything but romantic.

“ I just want to apologize, make things better. I know I fucked up and I need to make sure I don’t lose her.” He pleaded hoping shed move out of the way because one way or another he was going to apologize to you, he just didn’t want to have to apologize to her too. They stood in silence while Kat made up her mind, letting out a sigh she went back into the room to retrieve Tara.

You were confused why your friends had left the room until Colby walked in awkwardly shutting the door behind him. You rolled your eyes masking your sadness and hurt with annoyance and anger. You waited for him to say something because you weren’t going to be the one to initiate conversation after he had chosen her once again.

Walking towards you slowly and sitting on the edge of the bed next you he cleared his throat. “Thank you for standing up for me.” He whispered nervously hoping he still had a chance to fix things. “ i always do” you scoffed looking up at the texture of your ceiling. Gulping down the nerves he reached for your hand that rested next to your side intertwining your fingers watching as your body tensed up then relaxed. He was relieved that you didn’t pull away, he swallowed down the bile in his throat at a realization.He knew his missed your touch and your presence but he didn’t realize that was what was missing in his relationship.

Colby didn’t realize how good it would feel to be around you again. Taking a deep breathe to calm his nerves made it worse, he could smell your scent making him lightheaded.

“ I’m sorry, I don’t mean to put you in those situations.” He said watching as you sat up getting off the bed missing the feeling of your hand in his. You looked at him with glossy eyes holding back tears. “ Thats the thing Colby, I never minded, I put myself in those situations because i loved you ! But you never noticed that because you were to busy loving someone else to notice it!” You snapped closing your eyes in frustration at your voice cracking betraying the wall you built up.

He watched with his heart breaking at the damage he caused, he stood up grabbing you by your arm and wrapping his arms around you. He just wanted you close and he hoped he could provide some comfort. “ Thats not true.” He said causing you to look up at him in confusion. “I never loved her, whole time I was comparing her to you. How could I love someone that wasn’t you?”

Your heart was pounding at the confession. You scanned his face for any trace of a lie but you could read him like a book, he was nervous but he wasn’t lying. Letting out a nervous giggle you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your body. You were a bunch of idiots, the whole situation could have been avoided had you guys of told each other how you felt.

Colby was stunned at your change in demeanor, he wasn’t expecting you to have a good reaction yet here you were hugging him like your life depended on it. “ do you really mean that ?” You asked wanting to make sure and just to hear him say it again. He nodded putting his forehead against yours and rubbing the smooth skin of your waist under your shirt.

“ I love you” Colby whispered wanting to sooth any doubts you might still have. A big smile took over your face hearing him say that, the one thing you always wanted to hear sounded better than you could’ve imagined. “ I love you too” you said before reaching up to connect your lips for a split second before pulling away.

Letting out a airy laugh you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear bashfully at the way Colby was looking at you. “ we should probably go down before they think you took me out.” He joked his smile never leaving his face. You rolled your eyes pushing him away from you. “Way to kill the mood.” He let out a laugh as you walked out the bedroom with him in toll.

He grabbed a hold of you hand and intertwining your fingers making you blush as you walked down that stairs. Your friends noticed you guys instantly but Sam was the one to notice your in laced fingers, a smug smile on his face. You guys joined them , everyone instantly in a better mood now that things were back to normal.

Sam made his way over to Colby who had an arm wrapped around you as you talked to Jake and Tara. Patting him on the back he caught Colby’s attention to him. “I knew she would fix things.” Sam told his best friend causing Colby to raise his eyebrows in amusement. “you knew? since when do you guys get along. “ Colby asked looking down at you as you switched your attention over to them. “Since i knew she didn’t really want my spot as your best friend.” Sam joked looking at you smugly causing you to roll your eyes at the blonde boy .

Colby looked between you two now confused. “You knew she liked me ?” He asked surprised Sam never said anything about it. Colby wasn’t upset but he was surprised that Sam of all people knew considering you two were the least expected to be friends. “He use to blackmail me with it. But its fine he was just mad he knew he’d never be your number 1.” You shrugged wrapping your arms around his abdomen.

Sam rolled his at you knowing your relationship was back to normal but with more of a friendly twist. He muttered a “yeah ok” before walking away causing you and Colby to laugh.

Making eye contact with Sam you smiled at him in a way of saying thank you. He was the only one who stuck by you and believed in you and Colby. It was unexpected but you were grateful to have him in your corner and you were excited for you newly establish friendship along with your new relationship.

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Hope you guys enjoyed !

Im so sorry I haven’t been active my power was out all week due to some storms we had in Oklahoma.

I will be posting every other day this week to make up for the lost days.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 11 months

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HIII i have a request for some platonic HC with Tom x reader who's in love with Bill. This is based off of my dr self :P

Basically reader and Tokio Hotels have known each other for yearssss, but reader met Tom first so they just have some big best friend connection yk ? Then reader has started to crush on Bill and Tom noticed and like would he help reader to confess or.juts tease them a lot interviews and in front of Bill ??

(Hello! Sure I can and I had fun writing this! I hope you enjoy!)

Tom Kaulitz x Bsf!Reader

You've probably known them since y'all were kids

He was the type just to flirt with you for the fun of it

It wasn't anything romantic and shit and you would flirt back and fight non-stop

You both just annoy each other for the hell of it

Most videos are just you drunk, singing on stage, fighting, flirting or anything together

He could be the best friend to have ever or he could be a jackass also a best friend to have

There is no in-between

He could be protective of you when things go wrong but dw because you do the same

He hated when talking about crushes and boyfriends and girlfriends when young

Yeah, he likes women but when he was younger it was different then when you guys grew up

He would playfully yell to a guy in public you were checking them out

Or that you were single

Was playfully trying to hook you up with people but if they took it serious he's like

"Ayo, nevermind let's go!"

He didn't really want you to date because your like his sister with that connection you have

You guys could go to each other for anything and talk about the most jacked up shit

He did a full 360 when he seen you had a crush on Bill

It was probably your behavior around him and Tom was just staring suspiciously

He cornered you after because he noticed you looking at his brother and with a smile that was a bit too suspicious

"Ew, ew, ew. No, (Name), why?!"

That's his reaction you figuring out the crush

Is trying to curl into himself and not break down on the fact his best friend has a crush on his brother!

Twin brother in fact!

He was almost crying into you

"Bitch, no! I could treat you better, whatchu mean?!"

He plays around like that but seriously

What do you mean?!

He was like

"So you are pretty much dating me because he's just another version of me?"

"You guys are two different people, born at the same time, Tom."

Tom is trying to buff out any talk Abt his brother with you

"I was born first so actually, he's just another version. Get your facts straight, hoe."

He calls you shit like that dw, it's more like a brother sister relationship than a friendship

Is mean mugging his brother because he's "stealing" his best friend

Tom feels like choking him but also being happy his little emo brother has a actual shot

Acts like he's your brother and interrogates Bill instead when you guys get together, if you do

"If you hurt her-"

"I'm your brother?! You should be having this conversation with her!"

"I like her better."

He feels his eye twitching when you and Bill touch

When you and Bill sit next to each other in interviews he sits his big behind between you two

Smiles at the camera as you pull like pulling his hair out his scalp

Is constantly teasing you when it comes to your crush on Bill

Bill probably knows and is a victim of the teasing too

He blabbed to Gustav and Georg and they're in on it now

He constantly does that thing were you push your friend towards their crush into them

Tries to get you with Bill passive aggressively while saying he doesn't give a shit

Is secretly rooting for you two so you would be stuck with him forever

In the far away future when you marry Bill and Gustav, you practically married Tom too

Teases you in interviews and literally anywhere

Especially in front of Tom

He finds it just so funny

When you talk to Bill and you laugh, you just turn to see Tom's face and it's just a smirk with him raising his eyebrows at you all weird and shit

Y'know those memes, you'll understand

Please shut him up and get it over with

He probably got so fed up he yelled

"Bill! You fucking idiot, she likes you, you like her! Fuck or get it out so I can live in peace!"

Stuffed you guys in a hotel room and would not let you guys out

He was tired man, you gotta understand

If it worked, he'll always brag fans favorite relationship happens because of him

If it didn't, you always brag the death of Tom Kaulitz was at your hands

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