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gumycandyyy · 7 months

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Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

#no beta we die like Jake #simon petrikov x reader #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #pre fionna and cake events #simon petrikov #simon petrikov is a wet cat #fandom #brainrot #finn the human #adventure time #simon needs a hug #fanfiction #selfshipping community #simon petrikov x male reader

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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Joint Coping

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst

Dialouge: "Help me understand."

Summary: Max helps his partners learn to cope in healthy ways

Warnings: Selh-harm, unhealthy Coping, blood, Ferrari, Max being the sane one of the group

Notes: I would like to emphasize that this is a thing that does happen. I know because I've done it. This specifically is not something to be glorified at all. Self-harm done in groups can become competitive. This is a pretty toned down version of things I've experienced and it's less toxic. THIS IS NOT REACHING OUT. Just wanted to clarify :)

This is part of my 1000 follower celebration! Requests are still open if you'd like to participate (the link will take you to the request form).

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Max knows something is wrong with his partners. It's like an itch in his brain he can't scratch. A sixth sense, if you will.

The two Ferrari drivers are struggling with their team. Every problem is their fault. They have become the Ferrari scapegoats. When they do poor, it's the driver. When they do good, it's the team and the car.

He's coming to the end of his patience. If he has to hear them self deprecate one more time he might actually consider making them stand in the mirror and say nice things about themselves. Can he fuck it out of them? Is that a possibility? He really doesn't know but is desperate and willing to try anything.

They both DNF at the next race. Max is a man on a mission through media and debrief. He needs to see that they are okay. At the very least not sitting through some kind of lecture a parent gives to a child.

He sprints to the Ferrari garage and runs into Carlos. Despite his injury that took him out of the season, he still comes to support his team and teammates.

"Carlos!" The Spainard spins around to face him. "Have you seen-?"

"They already left over an hour ago. Did they not text you?"

There are warning bells going off inside of his head. Something is clearly wrong and they aren't telling him about it. He's about to sprint away when Carlos stops him.

"Before you go, you should that there were some awful things said by their engineers and they looked really upset about it."

"Thanks Carlos."

Max is back at the hotel as fast as he can manage. He tried both their cells with no answer. It's killing him from the inside out with anxiety. He's probably just overthinking, but it'll feel better when he sees they are okay.

He keys the door open and doesn't bother taking off his shoes. The lights are off aside from the one in the bathroom. Maybe they decided a nice relaxing bath would do the trick. Max could also go for one. He pushes that thought aside for now.

He knocks gently on the door. "You two in there?" No response. Or at least - not one to him directly. There are a few hushed whispers, but nothing loud enough for him to hear.

He waits Aproximatley ten seconds before he can't handle it anymore and swings the door open. He expects to see fogged mirror and water on the floor. Instead he's met with the sight red wrists and thighs.

He's lost. Max Verstappen has no idea what to do.

They are stripped down to undergarments. Legs dangling over the side of tub. A switchblade in the hands of Charles. They both look teary eyed and doped out. Are they enjoying this?

God, he feels so stupid. Weeks of having Sex with no lights on, sweatshirts in hot weather, no swimming and doing private ice bathes away from trainers. He should've noticed. Max could've stopped this sooner. He wants to rewind and tell them to come to him instead of relying on this to get the through.

"Guess you caught us." Charles let's out a half assed laugh. "You gonna stare at us all night? Or can we get the yelling part over with? Last three partners left us when they caught it. I understand if it's to much. Not your burden."

Max had been a later addition. The two in the bathtub had been together since their teenage years. Had they been Coping like this for so long?

"Sorry about the mess. Relapses are hard. We made it all season until a month ago." She leans her head onto Charles' shoulder. How can they make this type of environment endearing? This is unreal and they need serious help. Which Max will eventually get them when he can get his act together.

He kneels on the floor in between them. Max is just now registering the tears on his cheeks. They'd been in pain for so long. It hurts him just thinking about it.

"I'm not going to yell-" he looks at one. "-I'm not going to leave-" he looks at the other. "But help me understand. I want to help."

"It's easier to do with someone else around. It's more therapeutic." The lopsided smile on the female's face is not helping Max. He has to many questions.

First, he gets them cleaned up. Neither of them flinch when he disenfects the wounds. They don't look at him as he wraps them in whatever gauz is in the first aid kit. They look ashamed as he puts the knife in his bag and rinses the tub.

The one that gets him, however, is the look of pure confusion when Max hugs them both so tightly. It's like they don't know how to respond.

They sit in a circle on the bed. It's comfortable and Max can see both their expressions clearly.

"I know the struggle." He starts. "Punishing yourself is better then someone else doing it, right? But I had Daniel there reminding me to reach out."

"It's just easier this way."

"Easier isn't better. Look at the state you're in. I'm not leaving, but I am getting the both of you help."

He followed through with this the next morning. Then looked supposed to see him when they woke up. He, and his childish mind, kissed all the cuts and scars. Every single one of them received proper treatment.

The female cried and thre her arms around Max. Charles had looked away in shame. The reasons they started this are still foreign to him, but that's not his priority.

He gets them help. All of them, mind you. They do group sessions as the three of them to find healthier ways to cope with each other.

Reasons seem to fade into the background because they don't matter as much. The important thing is that Max caught it in time. That he didn't lose them to their own minds. They are partners, and Max would be devistated to lost someone he loves to those dark places.

He rests easier now that the itch has been scratched. His partners are doing better. They smile and laugh at his stupid jokes again. A bit of confidence regained.

And Max reminds them daily that nothing is worth it if you have to destroy yourself for it. Drivers or not, he loves them regardless.

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dxrksong · 1 year

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Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

#danny phantom #dp x dc #jason todd #red hood 13 #halfa jason #dc x dp #johnny 13 #dc red hood #dc x dp au #dc x dp crossover #jason 13 #more memes #kitty danny phantom #dp spectra #ember danny phantom #johnny 13's shadow #shades #blob ghosts

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bonknigirlinthehood · 2 months

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//Contains canon divergence// i tried to make it as a gender neutral as possible, i think?. But yeah, if you know me i'm fond of fathers having daughters.

Have you ever thought about the chance of Jing Yuan having a foxian as a descendant?. It was extremely thin, given only one of his parents is one. Yet how surprised he was when his wife gave birth to a beautiful foxian baby. Doctors immediately do a DNA test, of course, which obviously turns out it's true that the baby belongs to Jing Yuan. I mean, who could've mistaken that fluffy white hair and a little mole under the eyes?. If anything, the baby itself looks more like Jing Yuan than its own mother.

Now here's the catch. His baby is not a normal foxian baby. It has 9 tails. It's a nine tailed foxian.

Its birth turns the whole of Xianzhou upside down. Other alliances are notified immediately, and Luofu itself is treading between celebration and war gossip.

Nine-tailed fox, a rare species of foxian whose existence has become a legend, a fairy tale, as for millennia there are none of them ever in any of Xianzhou ships. Its story is a common legend, a story about a holy fox who could grant any wish in exchange for one of their tails. It is said each of their tails contained almost 1000 years worth of life, meaning they can exist until 9000 years or even more.

Many people sought the holy nine tailed fox tails, for immortality, health, wealth, even it is said the tails can cure mara struck.

And the fact that Jing Yuan, the general of the Luofu has the ancient species itself is very shocking and somehow understandable at the same time.

Other Xianzhou generals even came to the Luofu to see the divine fox by themselves, even giving their blessings to both the baby and their parents. Hell, even the emperor themselves has come to visit Jing Yuan.

It was such a blessing, both to Jing Yuan, his wife and everyone else in the Luofu. Yet also a very tiring time. He has to put extra security everywhere, especially his abode-, to ensure no harm comes to his family. Having a divine fox as a child means there will be endless interview requests, which he easily turned all of them down. The problem is the higher ups who can just barge into his office and have the audacity to ask him to see his baby. For the first time in years his guards at the Seat of the Divine Foresight actually had to 'work' to shoo the unwanted visitor away.

For 5 years, no media or a person can successfully have a picture of the general's infamous baby. The only picture that ever circulated around is the photo of Jing Yuan and his wife leaving the hospital with their baby in hand. Even with that photo people are barely able to see the baby fox.

So you can imagine what kind of uproar happening when suddenly, out of nowhere, the general himself is taking a walk with a toddler--a correction, a toddler with nine tails.

All of the media is immediately filled from front to the back page with the picture of Luofu general taking a walk with his child. All kinds of gossip begins circulating, but somehow also dies down pretty quickly (thanks Qingzu). After this, many other Xianzhou generals paid a visit to Luofu to see the divine fox after 5 years. Needless to say, all of them are happy to see the little foxian with the fluffy tails.

It was a common topic for the people of Xianzhou Luofu wanting to bury their heads on those white, fluffy tails. They really envy the general for being able to do that anytime he wishes (he does), to the point some people actually starting a new business on to fluffed foxian tails to be as fluffy as the general's child.

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, the guards in the Seat of the Divine Foresight are filled with anticipation of receiving the precious foxian into the office. They always received a lot of gifts from the general's child, and they've been taking that as a divine artifact or something like that (even though it's just a normal flower or a pretty pebbles that look like a gem) to them, receiving such a gift is a blessing on itself--i mean, who would reject a gift from a divine fox??.

Jing Yuan's quality time with his little one is taking care of those nine tails. It was a lot of work. He even commissioned a special drying machine from the Artisanship Commission so he could practically skip the drying process after giving his baby a bath.

Many lotions, shampoos, and perfumes used are handmade and specially crafted for the little fox uses. They have to make sure the one and only general's heir is getting the best treatment, you know!.

Many Xianzhou alliances have been asking Jing Yuan about the possibility of sending the divine fox as a temporary priestess, giving blessings to other Xianzhou ships. Jing Yuan was not particularly fond of the idea, but he knew the importance of having the blessing of the holy species that barely exists in the whole universe, so he proposed a condition; his child needed to be at least half of a century first, and he HAS to accompany the trip. This means during his leave, Fu Xuan will be his acting general for a while. There will be a temple build exclusively for the said holy species. It was a grand, majestic temple that only exist in Luofu--and now has become a major tourist attraction. Most of the attendants are foxian of course, but there are also normal long life species working there. And just like the father, the famous foxian child of the general is also like to skip work. His wife already scold him several times about it, but it seems like an apple never falls down far from the tree i guess..., the holy priestess somehow always found a way to sneak out of the temple and hide somewhere to play with general's favorite lion, Mimi. But one thing for certain, Jing Yuan's beloved child is already using one of the tails to extend his lifespan, so he can be there longer for his family.

#jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #hsr men x reader #jing yuan x child!reader #honkai star rail #reddrambles #hsr jing yuan

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helyeahmangocheese · 1 month

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we honestly do not talk enough about how percy got snatched up so early in their relationship that it 1000% could have happened that he'd been switched with jason and forgotten his past (maybe or maybe not including annabeth) without even a moment of a peaceful relationship with annabeth. and then bam 2nd war. like yeah I know that in publishing that wouldn't have happened but just logistically it really could've and FUCK I crave the angst

#....who wants to be my personal fanfic writer lol #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #the lost hero #son of neptune #pjo

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inbarfink · 7 months

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Ever since we saw Finn and Simon’s little failed camping trip

I’ve been thinking a lot about this scene in ‘Prisoners of Love’, the very first Ice King episode in the whole show.

Because like… even this early on, long before Finn even heard the name ‘Simon Petrikov’, he already recognized that Ice King probably needs some serious help. But being a young child and a ‘simple dude’, he can’t give Ice King the help he needs - and he knows it. He just kicks his ass and rescues the princesses basically because he’s painfully aware of the limits of his emotional maturity.

And now, Finn and Simon are genuine friends and he’s actually the first person Simon really confides with about the fact that he still needs help

And while his child self was sure he couldn’t help Ice King, he’s now honestly believes (or at least wants to believe) that he can help Simon

And he tries so earnestly to help, from the bottom of his heart, and he still fails miserably and he doesn't even realize it!

On some level because he’s still that ‘simple dude’, but he actually had a better understanding of his limitations as a child than as an adult. And on some level because he has grown more complex, but in the sense that he now has a fuck-ton of his own trauma and grief that he has no idea how to handle.

And it just says so much about how far these two have come, and how much Finn grew and matured since the start of Adventure Time and how much things changed - and also how much they’ve stayed the same. And like, even about the nature of ‘maturity’ in general. Y’know, what does it mean when Child Finn at his very childish knew his limitations so vividly - while as an adult he denies them?

But I’m also thinking about the last part of Finn’s ‘Prisoners of Love’ dialogue - the part where he suggests that the Ice King could talk to Jake. Especially when everything about Finn and Simon’s F&C interactions happens very obviously under the shadow of Jake’s death.

Now, I was never really quite sure that ‘Prisoners of Love’ Finn was right about Ice King needing to talk to Jake. I think that was more of Finn idolizing how wise and mature his big bro was. Because, like, Jake kinda alternates between genuinely giving a lot of good advice and between just saying whatever makes excuses for his many personal vices. Plus, he always had less patience and sympathy towards the Ice King compared to Finn.

Including that very scene! That’s literally shown in the next line of dialogue!

But, maybe if it was Finn and Jake together - the combination of Finn’s sympathy and genuine drive to help and Jake’s wisdom and good advice could've helped a lot more. And also... it is literally Finn’s grief over Jake that indirectly led to Finn’s attempt to help Simon to fail so spectacularly. So you can at least say that if Jake was around - as in if he was still alive, maybe this wouldn't have turned out so badly.

And also.......

It feels pretty notable to me that by the end of the Series, the person who did get Simon to the root of all of his Issues, possibly the most important singular conversation Simon had

was with Beth the Pup Princess. The Jake of the +1000 Era. Quite possibly Jake's literal reincarnation.

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Curves

Femrecom!reader x Miles

Summary: Curvy Reader comes back as a Recom and isn't pleased with their new body. Someone's gonna have to remind her she's perfect either way!

Warnings! body image issues, mentions of dieting and ED, smut, no protection, penetration, oral female receiving, use of Mama and Papa pet names

It took you years to accept the body you saw in the mirror. The dips and curves, the wobbling, the bumpy cellulite, the stretch marks. The way uniforms clung and sagged in all the wrong places. Long years of fad diet after fad diet with nothing but hair thinning and acne to show for it. You'd even spent some unfortunate years taking matters to an extreme, counting bellow 1000 and throat raw. You were lucky your teeth and guts stayed mostly intact. You'd cringe at the memories now. How you could've been so cruel to the body that carried you here, the body that kissed your love.

Colonel Miles Quaritch was not a mushy man. Grumbling in his sleep as you pecked his other cheek to wake him. You showered, lathering yourself in the nice soaps he'd bought in special for you. Caressing each curve you'd grown to love. Admiring the litter of love bites across hips, chest and even a couple on your stomach. Heat pooled even thinking about him between your legs again.

You did your hair and makeup allowing your body to dry as you stood in front of the mirror. You'd covered the hickies before but Miles had seemed disappointed when he'd seen you later without them. Today you decided to leave them bare, teasing Lyle be damned. You pulled lacy underwear on, everything you owned seemed so beautiful these days. Bless your over generous lover, though his motives might not be so pure.

He was sitting up now, rubbing his face to try return to the living. You smiled, pulling your tights up. A wolf whistle distracted you. He smirked at you through the mirror, clearly admiring your bent form.

"Shh! We'll be late if you start with that again!" You laughed flushing, remembering morning quickies that never seemed to be that quick.

"And we'll be forgivin'. 's my operation we're runnin'. Plus the lab coats ain't got nothing better to be doing anyway. Let them wait!" He got up stalking behind you and wrapping arms around your middle. He hummed, dipping his face in to kiss at your shoulders.

You twisted in his arms, leaning up to cup his face and kiss him fully. Sinking into him as his hands dug into your hips. Perfect.

Then you woke up.

The lights were blinding, a hum of sound around you as your head pounded. A hangover? You'd not been that drunk since the Christmas party. How'd you end up here? Had something happened? Were you injured? There were doctors now, swaying in and out of view as their distant voices came into focus.

"You hear us Y/N." Snapping fingers at your ears as they shone a torch past your eyes, you squinted cringing away from the too bright light and loud sound.

"Move it!" You heard your lovers voice. The face that appeared wasn't his though.

A na'vi! In the base? You shrieked, scrambling back and kicking out at them. There was sounds of protest as more circled, you grabbed an IV poll and swung it in front of you. Jabbing at whomever tried to come closer.

"Y/n, please, look at me." The first male spoke in Miles voice. The dawning realization creeping up. If you looked closely his features were there, pulled out across a more na'vi nose and very blue. Younger too, without the wear of his years and scars of battles past. Worse however was the creeping feeling that they all looked too short. Your eyes flashed down to the poll in your own blue hands.

You screamed again, dropping the poll with a clatter. Miles was close now, cupping your cheeks in his hands as you shook.

"S'okay peach. We're okay, just a lil bigger and bluer is all." Your breathing slowed, keeping your eyes locked on his now bright olive eyes. His hands slipped to your elbows as he helped you stand.

Looking around you saw familiar faces. Prager, Mansk, Zdog, even Lyle. All gently smiling, giving you a little wave as you continued hyperventilating. The group you'd gone with to get your mind copied with. Shock rippled back through you again, gripping Miles forearm.

"We died!" Your voice was shrill, edged with a panic that wouldn't stay down. To this he actually laughed, holding your cheek and stroking a thumb across it.

"Suppose we did a little."

It was then you felt the swishing of a tail, you spun to try get a look of it. Lyle barked a laughed at this, though his mouth clamped shut when Miles shot him a glare. You ceased chasing your tail, feeling incredibly off all over. Your skin seemed uncomfortable somehow, in a way you couldn't pin point. Like being far to aware of it and how it stretched over your bones.

You'd avoided it somehow until now. The full length mirror that covered the entire wall infront of the stretchers. Some subconscious part of you knowing that this would snap your mind and it did. Your own features morphed across what felt like an entirely new face. It was more than that, your body long and lithe. It was too much your brain felt like it would burst, the room spun and Miles' voice eched distantly as your vision darkened.

You woke alone this time. The room so like the one you'd shared with Miles but not. The mess of your previous life was gone. The room was practically sterile. You shifted out of the sheets, staring down at the thin sticks of your legs. That was unfair, they were fine really. Toned muscular, long, you could even say shapely but they weren't yours.

Almost afraid you stood, the mirror was in the same place as it always had been. It was slightly too small now, only reaching your neck. It was all you could bare at the moment anyway, your face could be a problem for another time.

You lifted your hospital gown over your head. You squeaked, clenching your jaw to stay quiet. The other body continued much the same as the legs. Delicate long fingers, toned arms, a collar bone that jutted out and your breast could barely be cupped. You stared at the stomach you'd have killed for when you were younger but you couldn't help but feel wrong.

"These are still familiar." You spun, not noticing when Miles had returned. He turned you back from him to the mirror, hands tracing up the stripes of blue on your thighs and lower stomach. You cringed away from his touch.

He pulled his hands back, hovering near you but waiting for permission.

"I'm sorry it's not you, I just... this isn't me...I don't like it." You turned back to him, reaching up to his face. His head tipped into your palm, kissing it before turning eyes to yours.

"hmm, well I certainly loved you before" You stilled at his comment, stomach churning at his past tense. "I'd like to love you now," He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. "If you'd let me sugar." He smirked, fangs flashing.

The heat pooled same as ever with him. Despite his own changes you still felt drawn in by him. His charm was unchanged, his strong arms were dotted with the same tattoos. You ran you hand along them, wishing some part of you still felt the same.

He leaned down to kiss you, feeling his lips form and shape around your own. Even in whole new bodies they still locked together, maybe you'd always been made for one another. You needed to feel him, only him to leave yourself for a while. You dipped your tongue through meeting his. He groaned, tugging you closer, his large hands engulfing your hips. You cringed a little again, as he grabbed at the skin. It was short lived, even without the cushion he pawed and groaned against you like always.

He dove to your neck now, nipping and sucking, as hands wandering up and down your sides.

"Oh I need you Mama, I wanna make you feel real good." He cupped your cheeks, his large hands covering your cheeks. His eyes now blown, black with lust. You imagined you must look the same by this point, barely able to do more than nod.

"Please" You whispered. That was all he needed, scooping you up and taking long strides to the bed. He always manhandled you. You'd been embarrassed at first worried that he'd strain or be unable to lift you, past lovers had failed before. He'd been so strong though, his thick arms holding you up making your heart flutter.

It was no different now, he was on top caging you in with swelling biceps. Kissing down your chest, hands running up to squeeze and knead your breast. Your head lulled back, fingers finding his hair and combing nails through it. You avoided his queue at first but as his first nips on your hip began you couldn't help but grip it a little. He growled against you but only furthered his attack on you, pulling your thigh up to kiss down.

"These won't do." He tore off the simple underwear that'd been provided in disdain. "Papa'll make sure, only the best for his mama." The idea of some poor designer having to make some na'vi sized lingerie made you blush. He dove back down swiping a long line up from your core to your clint. You moaned out fingers lost in his hair again. For a moment you missed feeling the ridges of his scar but then he had your clint in between his teeth. He rolled it so gently before tonguing it. You felt his familiar technique spelling his name out against your sex as you squirmed under him, gasping and clawing at his back.

His finger joined him, dipping into your core and curling up. You clenched around him as he thrusted, the tight knot in your stomach growing. You felt your own pleasure rising as he didn't let up.

"Miles I'm gonna...." You babbled out, feeling lightheaded the cord snapped. Your orgasm washing over you in waves as he kept going.

He pulled up when your moans subsided, chin glistening. You looked down, you were soaked, far more than you'd ever been before.

"Did I?" Miles just grinned at you, leaning in to capture your lips before pulling back. Was this a na'vi thing? Or did you just squirt for the first time?

"Hmm guess who's not a virgin anymore." He smirked. You scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Hmm not you?" His eyes widened a little at your implication. Technically speaking he was one again and he'd just taken yours.

"Aww Papa" you cooed, watching his eyes blacken again as you held his chin. "Mama can fix that." You kissed him again, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You pushed up, sitting in front of him, hands on his jaw as you continued to taste him. There was more strength in you now, your new body felt like it could go all night. You wondered if you could push him down.

The though too tantalising you gave it a go. Hands shifting down to shove his shoulder blades. Through strength or surprise he toppled back. Seizing the moment and rush of power you straddled him, smirking down as you teased his underwear down. He stayed down, allowing you to grip his cock at the base, you pumped bringing his erection to hover over your core.

His hands came to your hips again, pulling you down so his head brushed against your heat. He hissed as you took his length, inch by inch.

"So tight peach." You slid him in with ease, your slick guiding him up to his hilt. Then you rose, his breath catching and stuttering. He pulled you back down and you began to ride him, small mounds bouncing with the rhythm. His hand reached for one again, palming and massaging the tender tissue.

His other hand traced around behind you pulling you close as he sat up. You road on, feeling your own high coming up again. His mouth dipped to catch your nipple, rolling a tongue around the peak and nipping the skin with fanged teeth.

He was groaning more, hips bucking against yours as your own pace became sloppy. His hand darted low circling your clit as you felt him getting close.

"Cum on me again sweetheart" His rough voice was in your ear, nipping the skin bellow it. You did, harder than before. The same dizzying high coursing through you as your walls shuddered against him. Milking his own orgasm out he growled against your neck, a mix of your own slick and his cum leaking out around his dick.

He lazily kissed your throat, following up your chin to your lips. You feel together onto your sides, still locked together. You couldn't tell where you started and he ended, all you could feel was the bliss of being.

#miles quaritch #quaritch x you #quaritch x reader #avatar imagine #the way of water #recom reader #human miles quaritch #recom quaritch #my fics

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daemon-in-my-head · 2 months

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I need Gortash to find the prayer before Durge became subject of a homemade lobotomy.

Because this means Gortash, for 1000% knows that Durge will kill him. He will die at Durge's hands one way or another. I need him to know that, maybe even confront the Bhaalspawn about it and still decide to side with them. I need him to feel abandoned and alone despite being very aware that if the Bhaalspawn was around he'd have ended as a sacrifice for Bhaal and that their disappearance was objectively the best thing that could happen to him (cuz make ur Steelwatchers as great as u want, they can't kill a deity).

Nothing speaks for his absolute flawed and twisted human side and the absolute pain of his character like choosing to be wanted over being alive. I need him to be absolutely willing to die for the Bhaalspawn as long as they continue to be his equal, his ally, as long as they want him and see him as Enver and not whatever everyone else sees.

I need Gortash, who tries so hard to be the better devil and the iron Tyrant, the Lord of the Steelwatch, to have this absolutely flawed human side that was his downfall. I need his plans in a state where they could've worked if he could've just become what he was supposed to be, instead of clinging to his humanity the way he does.

The assassin can not reign alongside the king. The sun and the moon can not rule the same sky simultaneously. And I need his attempt to defy this notion to be his detriment.

#im well about that thought #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gortash #durgetash #enver gortash #bg3 durge #gortash x durge #lord gortash #durge #dark urge

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leothil · 1 year

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Okay I'm thinking some more thoughts about Christopher and the use of the red umbrella on Buck's balcony, because I think it''s more connected to parenthood rather than danger, as I first thought.

As many have noted, in S6 we first saw the umbrella in the background in 6x04 (Animal Instincts) when Connor comes over to apologize for blindsiding Buck with the request to be his and Kameron's sperm donor.

It's very conspicuous in the background of this shot, almost like a divider between Buck and Connor. The scene continues with Connor talking about feeling like a total failure for letting down the woman he loves, and how he'd assumed the fault was with her. Interestingly, the umbrella is never in sight during the last scene of the episode where Buck tells Connor and Kameron that he will be their sperm donor. At least to me that makes it seem like it points more to the concept of family and fatherhood that Buck and Connor are discussing; the tone of the conversation is very much about longing for a family and feeling desperate that your own faults is what's holding you back from having one.

The next time we see the umbrella is actually in 6x08 (What's Your Fantasy?) when Buck is watching Jee-Yun.

It's only kind of visible in the background during the first part of the babysitting montage, but it's still noticeable, because you don't see it at all while Maddie and Chimney are in the apartment, even though similar shots are used where it very well could've been seen. But it makes sense that it wouldn't be as prominent with Jee-Yun - while Buck loves her, he's very clear on his role as her uncle. So it's more about Buck flexing his parenting muscles rather than actually acting in the role of a parent.

The next time the red umbrella makes an appearance is in 6x09 (Red Flag) when Buck reveals that Kameron is pregnant.

For the duration of the group call you can see the umbrella flapping in the wind behind Buck. Chimney wonders if they should congratulate him, Eddie says that would feel weird, and Buck (a bit later) says he's happy for them and that he'd been worrying about setting them up for more disappointment in case it didn't work. Very much the same train of thought as Connor in 6x05!

In 6x11 (In Another Life) the umbrella flashes by again, both in the coma dream and in the real world. Here it's very much in the background, though, and I think it's just as part of the set rather than having any symbolic role; it's never in focus or prominently visible in the background like in these other cases.

Now, in 6x12 (Recovery) it's harder to argue that they're not playing with some kind of symbolism with the umbrella!

We spend quite a bit of the first half of the episode in Buck's apartment, but the only time the umbrella is visible is when Connor comes over - not with Maddie there, not with Hen there. And once again the conversation between Connor and Buck touches on parenthood. Connor seems to hint at being a little bit spooked about becoming a father (understandable): "You hope for something for so long and when it finally happens it doesn't quite feel real."

And finally, today (yesterday for you living in UTC-negative time zones) it was there again in 6x13 (Mixed Feelings).

In this precious I-have-read-about-this-in-1000-fanfics scene Buck and Chris are baking cookies for Chris' class. The umbrella is visible during the whole scene, hanging out behind Christopher's head. It's very hard to not see this as a parenting scene: Buck and Chris are hanging out without Eddie, at Buck's house, and doing something for school. Buck even kindly rebuffs Chris' question about having cookies for dinner.

Does this mean anything? Who knows! But it's fascinating to be able to find similar themes connecting the scenes where the red umbrella is featured! If I were to guess, I'd say parenthood is the connective thread between all these different scenes, and specifically parenthood in connection to Buck. We've already seen him trying to figure out his own life more during this season, and the sperm donor storyline definitely seems to nudge him towards thinking about his own role as dad and guardian. The very domestic scenes with Eddie and Christopher have only served to underline this, in my opinion!

I am still very suspicious about this shot of Chris at the end of 6x07 (Cursed) though. Very suspicious.

#911 #911 fox #911 meta #oh god i didn't think i'd be writing meta posts rip #just frida thoughts

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mikeysbabygirl · 1 year

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Everybody portrays this man as a virgin loser bark bark ouaf ouaf who's just so nice and so shy, and I like it ! Don't get me wrong, he's such a sunshine.

But I'm thinking about this version of him, the dark one we saw after Manjiro's death (💔) and I probably shouldn't but man...

This is NSFW short draft so don't say you weren't warned. Word count : around 1000

Well for me, at least, this man is a menace.

He was such a sweetheart to you, before everything that happened. He couldn't even believe someone finally agreed dating him, moreover, you, none of his friends believed him when he told them about you two because "she's way outta your league", but it doesn't matter because at the end of the exhausting day at S&S motors, he would come to your place, hold your body closer, and sleep in your bed.

Now it was all water under burned down bridges, now he barely talks to you when you occasionally visit to make sure he's eating at least a decent amount. You don't blame him, after the traumatic events he's been through, you rather alternate between being there for him and giving him enough space.

Lately he's been taking a lot of space... and well you just wanted to know how he was doing, it precisely is what brought you to his place, what got you standing in front of Shinichiro sitting on his couch.

-" Gotta smoke " Wakasa lies, wanting to leave you both alone. He gets up from where he was sitting on the armchair and as he walks by you, his hand reaches to rub your waist in a comforting move. You both miss the blaze flickering on Shinichiro's deep abyssal hues.

-" Careful, he's not... " Wakasa whispers, almost a soft gaze on you as you give him a knowing smile.

Alone in the living room with him now, you dive deep in his dark ocean of eyes. He has never stared at you with such an empty glare, both arms resting behind the sofa, legs parted, weary expressionless face, and you anxiously playing with your fingers in front of him.

-" I just came to check on you" you announce, you finally dare to raise your head only to be met by yet another empty glance. " And to see if you needed anything from me".

-" Do I look like I need anything from you ?"

You swallow it, you've grown used to this dryness anyway.

-" No but..."

-" So ? Why the fuck you here for ? " He insists, his stern tone kind of intimidates you, he can see it, he wishes he could feel the slightest guilt... But along with the destructive thoughts colonizing his mind lately, the last straw and last thing he needed was seeing Wakasa's hand on you. He wanted to hurt you...

-" Shin I just wanted to kno-"

-" You just wanted Waka's cock. And I wasn't in need to see that. "

Well you tried at least not to take it personal, but your nerves are also easy to get at.

-" I'm sorry about everything that happened, okay ?" You finally dare raising your voice, though he doesn't seem the least impressed. " I'm sorry that I did not yet found a way to help you, Shin. I'm sorry I can't seem to be a good of a girlfriend. "

His foggy eyes drink in your shame whilst you get closer to his sitting form, standing right above him.

-" But... You don't get to talk to me this way. "

Nothing, not even the slow lift of his eyebrow could've prepared you...

-" You deserve better than all of this shit, but so do I. And I'm not just gonna sit here and let you disrespect me. I'm out."

It could have been a beautiful, dramatic moment, the rebellion of a woman in all its glory.

Yet Shinichiro's ticking bomb of nerves exploded right there and then, a strong, deadly firm grip is tightening around your fist, and with a gasp from you pulls you straight up into his lap.

You're frozen, because as much as he was so dry toward you lately, he didn't touched an inch of your skin. Deep inside, Shin wanted you to keep the memory of his old gentle touches instead, but oh well, you played first.

And you gulp down, as his hands come to squeeze your hips tightly, adjusting your body his left thigh.

-" Y'know what ?"

You're not sure if it is his face getting closer to yours, his fragrance mixed with the smell of smoke, or just his magnificently cursed aura, dark hair and eyes swallowing you like a black hole. But something about the way he looks at you tells you...

-" I think there's indeed something you can help me with..."

And the way his voice drops, becomes a growling whisper tells you...

-" Oh ? " You nervously scoff, a coping mechanism, probably, never had he been so... Creepy. " And what is it ?"

Shinichiro's hands sliding under your shirt, rubbing your bare skin up and down tells you...

-" Fuck yourself on my thigh".

To run.

-" You ain't fucking serious, are you ?" You raise an eyebrow, and immediately lower your tone in front of his unimpressed expression. " That's so toxic, Shin. We need to talk your issues th-"

The sudden thrust of his knee against your clothed clit, however, leaves to place to talk. Your eyes widen, he tightens his grip around your waist.

-" so we're not running the cute mouth anymore, huh ?" He scoffs, and you think, it's not your boyfriend in front of you. " you said it. You wanted it. "

And suddenly, his thigh won't stop meeting your clit, again, and again, stealing the breath from you and you're forced to hold on his broad shoulders. It is wrong, so wrong... But it has been so long since you've been showered with his touch, the drought left you as thirsty as to drink the poison he was spilling.

-" You wanted to help me. And I'm asking you, ride my thigh like you mean it. Like the fucking gorgeous slut you are. "

It felt like, his degrading words left by the window, while the need of him came by the front door. He saw your walls of seriousness stumbling down, saw your cheeks heating, your eyes beginning to roll back in your head, and he thinks that's crap because he really missed you.

-" yeah, that's it... " He groans in your ear, feeling the way you begin insidiously grinding against his thigh. " Fuck yourself on me, might just wanna take this pussy next"

And along with the twisted thoughts living in his mind right now, a smirk creeps up on his lips, hearing the ecstatic sounds breaking through the barriers of your mouth.

A rather forceful, abrupt thrust of his thigh, coming with a sudden hand pulling your hair back got you releasing a higher-pitched sound between a moan and a gasp, Shinichiro brushes your lips with his, making you face him.

-" and you're gonna make him hear. " You don't quickly understand he talks about Wakasa. Smoking somewhere in the kitchen or whatever. " Make him hear how loud I can make my bitch scream, before I'm pulling them from you by ruining this puss' , yeah ?"

At some point, you're even way too far gone to think about what he is saying. The only thing on your mind being your near orgasm, as his thigh relentlessly abuses your clit. Shinichiro suddenly pulls your face closer, fingers intertwining in your hair seeing the damp spot you're leaving on his pants.

-" That's it... That's what 'm talking about... See how good of a girlfriend you are for me ?"

I know I'm supposed to be revising BUT I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS HELP. I'm probably just good for horny jail ( only for these manga boys tho)

Also it's not proof head so if you see a weird word just close your eyes on it lol

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mmmmmmmmm

Anyway, here I go again lol

Wednesday isn't soft, never was, and never dreamed herself to be so. Nobody could change that, many tried to and they all met either a swift end or were forced to change their identity, permanently. Wednesday is a razor-sharp edge and the rest of the world is just a whetstone that she is constantly sharpened against.

Well, at least she was. That knife's blade has slowly been dulled by a pair nobody could've imagined would be capable of such an impossible feat. A blonde, hyperenergetic werewolf and dark-haired, cocky-as-hell vampire. Ugh, there are undoubtedly some jealous perverts who would just love to take her place, Wednesday would happily rip them apart herself.

Somehow, some way, Enid and Yoko had managed to melt away those well-built walls around Wednesday's heart. Perhaps their personalities just mixed together into a recipe of acid, perfect for the task of exposing the kind girl inside, desperate for love and affection and desperate to show it to those she cares for. Either way, after giving herself to the two women, both body and heart, Wednesday wasn't quite the same anymore.

Typically, in public, nothing really appeared to change. At least, not to anyone who didn't know her well, her image of the terrifying Addams girl still well intact to the general school populous. But to her friends and family? Well, they could see the change, some of it. But only the wolf and vampire saw her, truly saw Wednesday. Whenever it was just the three of them, Wednesday held nothing back. She was touchy, needy, and even whiny when she was especially desperate for them, usually on harder days when the rest of the world got on her nerves.

Like today, for example. A group of werewolves thought it would be real funny to mess with her in small ways, all in build-up to some big show to humiliate the raven in front of the school. Thankfully, they never got the chance as Bianca, Nevermore's Queen B herself, caught wind of it and shut them down, hard. However, enough damage was done to Wednesday's social battery and she desperately needed her partners to bring her back to herself.

Returning to her dorm room, Wednesday sees the two waiting for her on her bed. Yoko and Enid quickly stand up just in time to catch the tiny seer in their shared embrace and less than a second later, they can feel their shirts dampen with tears as the body in their arms shakes subtly, tiny sobs wracking through her as the day's exhaustion catches up to her.

"Oh Wends, it's okay. They're not gonna bother you anymore, little raven. We've got you, Mommy and Daddy have you." Enid strokes Wednesday's hair softly, gently scratching her scalp the way she knows she loves. Meanwhile, Yoko guides them all slowly onto the bed and places Wednesday between her and Enid. Once they're all lying down, the vampire and wolf take their time to undress the raven and themselves, giving Wednesday the skin contact she desperately craves at the end of every day.

The rest of the afternoon and long into the night is spent like that, with Enid and Yoko holding Wednesday tight and whispering soft praises, telling her how much they love her and how proud they are of her until Wednesday finally slips softly into sleep.

End. <3

Oops, this was really long, didn't mean for that to happen... Anyway, I hope this is good fluff for my new favorite OT3. Also, I couldn't help myself, I had to slip in a little Mommy and Daddy in there, but it's not sexual in this context, just something to help Wednesday relax. Reminds her that she's safe, if Enid and Yoko ever refer to themselves that way, it means they're alone and Wednesday can let go.

Oh my god. Now this is the fluffiest fluff I’ve read of the three and I am LIVING for it 😭😭😭😭 Enid and Yoko comforting and reassuring their cute Raven after hard days is just *chefs kiss* Ugh it’s so cute it’s so adorable it’s so fluffy I love them together. I 1000% agree that these two are the reason Wednesday finally feels love and happiness and found two people she genuinely love and can be herself.

ALSO THE

“We’ve got you, Mommy and Daddy’s got you” OH MY GOD MY FUCKING HEART

MY FUCKING HEART

Sorry I just keep rereading that segment where the two of them comfort Wednesday and praise her for being such a good girl and a good girlfriend. And how much they love her. Ugh and the two of them sandwiching her as they all fall asleep together. Fuck I love these three they’re so cute.

Can’t stop thinking about these two praising their beautiful short girlfriend🥺🥺🥺

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