#this honestly isn't nearly as long as I thought it'd be

[ginevrapng]

𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄?

pairing: george weasley x slytherin!reader

word count: 5.2k words

content: no war au, non canon quidditch match, fluff, some angst, insecurities

a/n: this was super fun to write and my first long harry potter fic, hopefully you all enjoy it! hopefully george isn't too ooc in this. i might make a part two of this with smut but i'm not sure yet.

"did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?" spitting out your drink in shock you turn to look at your best friend and see him looking at you, swaying drunkenly. george has definitely had too much to drink tonight. before he can say anything else that you know he'll regret in the morning you cover his mouth with your hand. "honestly george, i leave you alone for an hour to talk to adrian and you get wasted and start sprouting nonsense. normally you're the one stopping me from doing stupid stuff, georgie," you giggle, vowing to make sure you don't get any drunker so you can get you both home safe.

you first met fred and george in potions in your 4th year and it was a rocky start, they didn't like slytherins and you didn't have the time and energy to waste on trying to get people to like you. however that all changed when in one class fred nearly messed up his wit-sharpening potion by putting gurdyroot in instead of ginger root, immediately you grabbed his wrist before he could put it in, straight away scolding yourself for doing such an idiot thing and dropping his hand. normally you wouldn't've minded if someone messed up their work, plus potions was your best class so it'd be less competition but sitting in front of george weasley and then right next to fred it was inevitable you took a liking to their antics, even if you never told them so or even spoke to them.

at the time fred was extremely suspicious, some girl who he'd never spoke to before stopping him from putting in an ingredient. before he could even question it you stated, "it's meant to be ginger root, you've got it wrong." you turned away from him and carried on with what you were previously doing, not wanting to see his reaction, you warned him and he'd do with that what he will. you expected him to not respond but you didn't expect utter silence from his workside. "you can believe me or not, i don't care. don't just do nothing though, snape's going to think you're up to something and it'll distract me when he comes over."

you started to get pissed off at weasley's lack of movement before you heard him not so quietly whisper to george, "oi, what's meant to be in this thing? gurdyroot?" you didn't hear what george said, you're not sure if it was because he was actually quieter or if you were slightly stunned and pleased with the fact he took some notice on what you said and didn't throw away what you said you said completely. in the corner of your eye you saw fred turn back around and almost sounded reluctant as he replied, "shit. urrr thanks.. i guess."

after that day you both took more interest in each other, only talking when having something that needed to be said but that was definitely an upgrade in your relationship. george took notice of this change but others didn't. by the end of your fourth year you talked in potions together all the time, with george joining in by leaning over to talk to you both, cheekily winking at you whenever he caught you looking at him, promptly leading to an eye roll from you and occasionally walking over to you under the guise of needing to get something where you were, leading to many detentions and you vowing to never speak to him again if he distracted you in crucial parts in class. everybody just thought george wanted to talk to fred but they were wrong.

you also listened to their prank ideas, giving impute when you can but mostly just fascinated by everything they were saying. you'd stealthily give them presents for christmas and their birthday and they'd always tease you about it but you'd always be able to tell they liked what you gave them. they also decided to bother you while you studied in the library. to this day you think about shock people must have had when fred and george said they were going to the library for the first time, madam pince probably thought she was going mad when she saw them.

it just turned into a secret, your friendship, you're not really sure how, you just knew that fred and george didn't want people to know about you. you wish you could have said the same but you had no interest in what others thought of you. you were very prideful of your house but you didn't care about your reputation, at those times you wish the twins felt the same. you would like to say it didn't bother you to keep quiet about how you're friends with them but it did, not all the time but sometimes it did get to you. you'd finally found amazing friends and they actually liked you for you and have interest in what you had to say, they were probably the closest friends you had and had ever had. you knew that you kept to yourself and you liked that fred and george somehow managed to get you to open up so being made to never speak to them in front of other people hurt sometimes. you sometimes wondered if you mattered that much in their lives.

that was answered to you after a quidditch match, slytherin against gryffindor. slytherin won by a landslide and for some reason the other team were off their game this time, whatever the reason it was a win to slytherin. you wished you could have cheered on fred and george, they are great beaters but you knew you couldn't have cheered for them, that's okay though because adrian was on the slytherin team and you two have always been close since first year. you were decked out in all green, cheering him on and the rest of the team, house spirit and all, scarf and socks matching, watching them play.

on your way back into the castle you see a small commotion and notice the green robes so you went over there to see an argument between some of the two teams. malfoy spewing rubbish like all ways. more and more people were starting to come over and you knew soon one of the professors would get there, you were not going to lose house points today, especially when you've just won the game and gained house points in return. "the only reason you're still on the slytherin team malfoy is because your father's paying flint's parents to keep you on the team." you heard potter say as you walked up towards them.

you reached your hand out to touch malfoy's shoulder pulling him back. "let's go malfoy, it's not worth it, we just won."

you froze as you heard potter talk to you, he'd never even looked at you before, now he's got it in for you. "who are you, anyway? just some other blood-purist? bet you're so proud of your house cheating." if you were more confident in that moment you would of spoken up, would've told him to shut it, that he knows nothing about you. but you realised everyone is looking at you, slytherins, gryffindors even hufflepuffs and ravenclaws and the twins are behind harry and oh god you felt sick. you tried your hardest to not look the twins in the eye or even in their direction at all. you thought that they're probably disgusted that they ever talked to you. you're nothing like what potter thought you were and everyone who knew you knew that but fred and george never did ask you questions about your beliefs, maybe afterwards they had doubts when potter said that.

you kept your head down and walked away, pushing against people, clearly trying not to cry. you just wanted to get out of there. you found out how much you mean to the twins when george see's your figure leaving, going back to the castle. without much thought about the situation he goes to correct harry, because there was no way in merlin he was going to let someone think that about you. fred beat him to it though, "she really is nothing like that harry." george pushes against everyone as he followed you, catching up with you quickly.

"don't worry about it, harry just doesn't know you."

you couldn't help it, it just came. you were overwhelmed with emotions and frustration you stop momentarily, spun to face him and shout, "that's the whole problem. he doesn't know me! leave me alone weasley, i never want to speak to you again." you walked off quickly, deciding you're done. it's over and you just want to sleep for the rest of the day.

george wasn't too fond of this idea and he catches up with you again. honestly he was slightly taken aback by your outburst, one second he saw you desperately try to stop malfoy from saying anything else due to not wanting to get into trouble and the next second harry made you run off while trying not to cry. he wished that you never saw the fight between them all, he hoped you didn't think ill of him. "please don't go, let's just go wait for fred somewhere, he's probably still fighting with malfoy."

"didn't you hear me weasley, i'm done. i'm not going to be your stupid secret. i don't want to be your bloody friend only when it suits you."

george never meant for you to think that you're a secret and he knew fred felt the same. "i'll fix this." you didn't answer but all you could think was 'no, not this time.'

you did however successfully help deescalate the argument. gryffindor's confusement with how the twins stood up for you left malfoy to throw a couple of snide comments without any reply from them, leading enough time for pansy to notice mcgonagall on her way over and warn all her house that they should leave, including a very worked up malfoy.

"what the bloody hell was that all about?" ron questions fred, everyone else turning to face him thinking exactly the same thing.

"well obviously malfoy was being a git like always."

"you know bloody well that's not what i mean."

"is she who you go see when you 'go to the library'?" ginny asks. "i mean seriously, it's not like i believe you both have suddenly started studying multiple times a week."

fred knew ginny's caught him out but he doesn't know what to say. how would they all react to finding out about you and what if you don't even want anyone in slytherin to figure out your friends with two gryffindors.

"we're friends." fred hears as he turns round to see george had come back. he didn't want for you to feel like a secret anymore. he wonders where you are and questions him. "she said she's going... actually i don't know where."

"is she okay?"

george pauses for a second, "we'll figure something out."

ginny was the only one who didn't have something to say about what they'd all just found out. she had a suspicion something was up, she just didn't know what, she really did not think that it would be something to do with a slytherin though. but everyone else definitely was not taking the news too well. not just a slytherin but someone opening being friendly with malfoy, at least in their eyes that's what it looked like.

every time you saw the twins after that you walked away, doing everything in your power to stay away from them. that did not work for long, as two days after the incident you had charms first period with george. mentally preparing yourself to see him and ignore him no matter what he said or how funny he is, you get out of bed, get ready and leave the common room.

as you left you get the fright of your life. "oh merlin, george! what are you doing lurking about?" your heart racing out due to the jump and still trying to be angry and scold him even though you missed him and fred incredibly so. you see him smirk as he tries not to laugh and you want so bad to wipe that smirk of his stupid face.

"i've come to carry your bag, you always complain that you have to carry to many books on tuesday so i've come to save you, i'm your knight in shining armour! we've got charms." before you can even retort and tell him to go away he's taken your bag and is walking off.

"hey give me my bag back!" he doesn't try to keep in his laugh this time as he then assures you that you'll have it in charms. "i need that bag now weasley, if you remember before class there's normally a little thing called breakfast."

"i did actually forget about that. let's go have some breakfast then." he carried on walking and didn't give you your bag back. you're walking in the halls together and you don't know how to react. not only are you angry at him but now you're confused because what the hell does he think he's doing and why did he suddenly care about you enough to be seen with you.

"stop thinking so much. you know me and fred really care about you and we'll make it up to you. we never wanted you to feel the way you have been feeling. godric i'll even drop a bag of dungbombs in mcgonagall's classroom because i know how much you secretly don't like her. even if you pretend you do, i see your face scrunch up in annoyance all the time when she talks."

you unsuccessfully tried to hide your smile, as you mumble about how you want your bag back and how you wasn't even thinking about that. george relaxes more as he see's you smile, there was always that insecurity that you'd never talk to him again after the quidditch match although fred was so sure you would and told him so and he's so fred was right glad.

right now though at this party fred's on his own this time with getting home. you're pretty sure he was talking to seamus finnigan and neville longbottom last time you saw him anyway so it's unlikely you'll see him again tonight if he's with all gryffindor alumni.

you've found it best to stay away from that lot anyway, as you've only properly met the twins family and harry, and you know they're probably very welcoming people now that they know who you are and the twins want you to properly meet them but you had a hard enough time meeting hermione granger for the first time, you don't want the hassle of going through that all again and even after all these years you know that she still doesn't like you, no matter how close you both are to the weasley family. you remember bursting out crying the first time they invited you to spend the holidays with them at the burrow when they found out you'd be staying at hogwarts that year for christmas.

now george has come to find you he hasn't left your side, not even by an inch, so close together you can feel each others body heat, squished on a small sofa together with your thighs touching. he tries to hold out to you and you're unsure about what he wants to do but lean into his touch anyway. "don't get your drink on my dress or i'll kill you weasley."

he grins and pulls you closer, you're now tucked under his chin, being able to feel his heartbeat. you're already hot from the summer heat and the dancing, but you welcome being so close to him, quickly getting used to the position.

'fred's normally the one who's touchier.' you didn't realise you said that out loud until george pulls you tighter to him, humming back to you.

you both sit together for a minute or two, listening to the party-goers and the music in the background. you could sit there all day with george, doing nothing in particular, just being next to him. just like at hogwarts when it was only you and him, fred's off somewhere else and you'd both sit under one of the oak trees in the shade away from everyone else and play with his hair absentmindedly, reading to him as he closes his eyes and listens. but as you go to sip your drink you hear george say, "i don't like how you and fred always touch each other." you stop moving and draw your hand back down without drinking. he really must have no filter when he's had too much to drink.

"what on earth are you talking about george? you make it sound like we're bloody all over each other. you know we don't have any kind of feelings for each other. plus does it really matter to you?"

you look to him and see his eyebrows furrowed and lips in a tight line. "you are all over each other though." he looks you in the eye while whispering. "and pucey, what's his deal, you know he was a shit quidditch player right?"

you get up to leave, george may be pissed drunk but right now he's pissing you off. you decide you'll cool off and come find him later on to take you both home. that is unless you see him making out in the corner with alicia spinnet. last time he got in a mood like this with you it was at a party in your last year at hogwarts. for some reason george just had so much to drink and started questioning why you spent the night dancing with fred and even started talking about how you went to the yule ball with flint. aware that you were both drunk you didn't want to argue you left to find fred. later when you came to find george after missing him and wanting to forget about the outburst, you saw him snogging alicia spinnet, his hands on her waist and her hands in his hair. just seeing it made you feel sick and overcome with feelings you don't want to confront as you left the party without saying bye to anyone, nearly forgetting the password for the common room as you stumble inside, wanting to forget about the entire night.

this won't be like last time though as before you can successfully make your escape george holds onto your wrist and drags you back down onto the sofa, nearly landing on his lap. with his other hand he tilts your head towards him, so you're face to face and eye level. too flustered and surprised, you don't move. you're so close to each other that you can can smell the firewhisky he's been drinking and the sandalwood shampoo he uses and his cinnamon scented body wash and cologne. you're so close you can count his freckles and you're trying desperately not too think about this. george is your best friend, george weasley is not someone who should distract you from your surroundings because all you can focus on is him.

"the only person who you should be all over is me. not pucey, not fred, not that twat flint that took you to the yule ball, not that bloody ravenclaw who kept eyeing you up in our 5th year, it's me, not them." your eyes widen as george talks softly to you. you're gazing into each others eyes and you don't think you've ever seen george look so nervous in his life. you think his eyes are beautiful, you've always thought that. like he told you he thinks yours are tonight, like how he told you how beautiful in general you are tonight. but right now it's different, he's being vulnerable and trusting you by letting you look, by letting you softly study his features in more detail than you've ever been able to in the past, it's an open invitation into his heart and soul, trying to convey to you how much you mean to him. his chocolate brown eyes are glazed over and you're unsure if it's due to him drinking or if it's because he's telling you how he feels and he's getting emotional. you see crinkles under his eyes from his countless hours of laughing and smiling and pulling pranks. how he's slowing blinking as if his eyelids feel heavy. you wonder what he can see in your eyes and during this moment you can't even begin to recall what your own eye colour is. the warmth of his eyes making you forget your own, you believe they're probably glassy due to what george confessed.

you licked your lips, suddenly finding them incredibly dry, "why?"

george slightly moves his head back further away from you, "why, what?" george didn't know what you would say but he didn't expect it to be a one word question that he's too drunk to wrap his head around to understand. he genuinely did not know where this night was going to go at the beginning but one thing lead to another and in george's eyes you started getting to touchy with someone and then all these words kept tumbling out that he thought he'd never say out loud.

"why you?" you turn your head away slightly, twidling with your fingers.

"thought it was pretty obvious after all i said love." your stomach flips at the name, "i'm mad about you." he looks at you with bated breath, waiting for your response.

"tell me you mean it." george hears your voice shake and as he leans closer to you to try and get you to look at him again he see's tears running down your face, uncontrollably. he's taken aback by seeing you cry and hates that he's the one who caused it, he's unsure of what he should do after but right now he can't help but to draw you into his arms, holding you against his side, placing a kiss on your head and stroking your back. he hears you sniffle and strokes your cheek, wiping away all the tears. "please.. please georgie. tell me you mean it."

"i-i mean it. i've never meant anything more in my life-," george starts to say but you cut him off.

"are you sure? your friends don't like me and what if alicia spinnet comes up to you and kisses you again or asks you out on a date." you whisper, still holding on tight to him. you're insecurities flowing through you.

"well firstly, i have no idea what my mates have to do with how i feel about or why it matters. and secondly..." he trails off as he then realises exactly what you said. george lifts a hand to your face and gently places under your chin tenderly, lifting your face up and facing him. "wait, are you jealous of alicia spinnet?" he studies your face, red eyes still watery and seeing you heat up and pout. he knew he got his answer and became more confident and self-assured. grinning from ear to ear, he says, "i didn't even know you saw that love. we only kissed once." you furrow your eyebrow causing george to chuckle and gently smooth out the wrinkles with his fingertips before kissing your forehead. "you seem bitter, love?" he teases.

you knows he's riling you up for a reaction but that doesn't stop the reaction. now he knows you might share feelings for him nothing will stop him from pressing your buttons in hopes that you'll get fired up and shout at him because he finds that you're so cute whenever that happens and you might even shout out your feelings and tell him how you feel. he might be able to get you to tell him how you feel about him or if it's only you being possessive of your friend after you've had a few drinks but he really hopes that isn't the case.

"weasley if you keep teasing i'm going to be mad at you," you huff. george hasn't stopped grinning though and you want so desperately to wipe that grin off his face, to have the upperhand but you've lost all capability of telling him you feel the same, you have since your fourth year and even now you worry that you aren't good enough, but you remember to before how he was looking at you and what he said about you and how pleased he looks right now and all of that worry goes away for awhile.

you lunge closer to him and close the already small gap between you two and kiss him, momentarily stunning george by your bold attention before he's smirking and kisses you harder, moving his hands so one is tracing patterns on your waist and the other delicately holding your jaw and cheek.

after kissing for so long it feels like your lips might just fall off, you reluctantly break apart, not realises how much you currently needed air until you could get some. "so you like me too, ay?"

you refuse to answer out of being shy and kiss him again, mainly to get him to stop speaking but there is one thing about george and that's after all these years he knows you like the back of his hand, so he doesn't kiss you back to watch you get frustrated, and boy did it frustrate you. you scowl as you look at him, "why'd you do that?"

george tucks some of your hair behind your ear, causing you to shiver at the action and george to smirk at your reaction. he whispers in your ear, "tell me you like me too, love." you want so desperately to hold onto him but he's moving away from you before you even get the chance to. he's looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to crack.

you soon crack, just as george knew you would. "bloody hell, george i am in love with you, alright! so kiss me now!"

"you..you what?" if you were more sober you would have instantly regretted saying that, however as soon as the words came out of your mouth you forgot what you confessed to entirely.

you grab hold of his shirt and pull him closer towards you again. "please, georgie, 'need you." that snaps him out of his thinking as he starts kissing you again, this time less soft as before. he's almost hungry now as he's holding onto you tight, and has started moving down your neck, placing kisses in his wake. you softly moan at the sensation before you're rudely interrupted by whistling.

"oi, get a room you two. it's bad enough to have seen you make heart eyes at each other for the last six years." you've never wanted a strangle fred more and it looks like george is sharing a similar sentiment, as he glares at him across the room.

"lets get out of here sweetheart before i punch him in the face." you giggle and stand up.

"that's awfully violent of you george, i'm meant to be the one that gives threats." you've started to sober up a bit now but lean against him anyway, wanting an excuse to be close.

" 'fraid i've always seen through that. you're not very scary love, i mean you scream every time you see a spider. if i trapped you and dear little ronnikins in a room with a spider, just imagine the chaos." he chuckles as he looks at you fondly and holds your hand while pulling you tighter to him, he sees through your guise of needing help to stand and keep steady but that doesn't stop him from holding on to you, any reason or excuse to hold you and touch you he's going to take it, especially now you're both sobering up.

george steers you through all of the people as you're making your way to the door. "wait georgie, do you need to say bye to everyone?" you stop in your tracks and pull in your hand back a bit.

"nah, doesn't matter." you softly smile and hold tighter onto his hand. you hum and follow him out the door.

as soon as you're out the door you're hit with the winter cold. " 'm cold," you grumbled as george was already taking his jacket off.

"here, love," he replied as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, giving you extra warmth. "if i knew it was going to be this cold i'd have brought a scarf." he wraps you up in his arms, slinging his arm around you and sharing body heat, making in difficult to move quickly but appreciating the warmth.

"don't know why we couldn't apparate out of there, bloody annoying if you ask me." you complain.

he laughs as you make a fuss. "there were muggles there."

"what the bloody hell were muggles doing there?"

"careful, love, you're starting to sound like malfoy," he responds playfully, causing you to lightly hit his shoulder and pout.

"you know what i mean. how does he know muggles?"

"dunno honestly, but on the brightside i get to walk home with a pretty girl." you pinch his arm softly to silently tell him to quit it, getting a laugh out of him.

"there's no 'brightside', it's night. plus i'm just pretty?" you feel the need to tease him like he's been teasing you as george always wins in this kind of thing, never failing to make you shy and flustered.

"oh no, not just pretty. the most beautiful person in the world." he tells you without missing a beat. in response you kiss george's cheek, pleased and feeling fuzzy at what he said and you both walk together in comfortable silence.

"so you're in love with me," he remarked. you can hear his grin. the cogs turn in your brain as you remember what you told him.

you keep your head forward even though you want to turn away, and silently thank how you're still slightly tipsy, giving you the courage you need to not deny your deeper feelings. "shut up weasley."

george spins you to face him, your skirt flowing with the movement, the skirt that you definitely should not have worn tonight no matter how long it is. pressing your foreheads together he whispers, "i love you too. now lets get home before i freeze my bloody bullocks off."

you burst out laugh and bury your face in his neck, this time making him shiver at the touching contact. you don't think you've ever felt happier than right now, as the man you love loves you too.

you carry on your walk and swing your hands intertwined with his. "does that make me your girlfriend georgie?"

"merlin! it better be, six years is a long enough wait."

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[dawndelion-winery]

Hii can i request streamer Childe,Xiao,Kaeya,Kazuha x online friend!reader?(separate) Like sometimes reader streams with them and LITERALLY his fans can tell that he's inlove with reader.💞

I can already imagine those ship edits on tiktok...👀🍵

Hello, I'm sorry it took so long to get to this- I hope you like it (also added Scara<3) now for streamer duos<3

Streamlined

Streamer au! Ft. Childe, Xiao, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche

Childe:

Often streams your co-op for the sheer chaotic energy of it

Tries his best to be family friendly which results in very amusing variations of swearing from him or you jabbing him in the gut when he's about to curse

“You’re so mean to me, comrade. What happened to me being your favourite person? Look at how you wound me.”

He gets insufferable, clinging to your arm and resting his chin on your shoulder

He’s disgustingly affectionate even on camera

“Why do I play this character so often? Well obviously because y/n thinks they’re hot and this’ll make them associate being hot with me therefore they’ll think I’m hot.”

He sounds so sure of himself, people just roll with it because it’s hilarious to see him try

The most popular streams are the ones where Teucer crashes because it looks like a cute lil family all gaming together

Xiao:

Surprisingly calm

Has a tendency to go quiet when he's focused on the game, so that's when he thought it'd be a good idea to have you narrate for him

Sometimes Zhongli or Ganyu brings in some cut fruit for you two

Funnily enough, neither of you would remember to eat the fruit on your own, but somehow manage to remember to feed the other bites of fruit to make sure they're hydrated

Cue those compilation videos "Take a shot every time Xiao and Y/n feed each other"

Please don't actually take those shots, you will die from alcohol poisoning

Xiao honestly highkey gives off gamer boyfriend energy, and people probably would've assumed you were already dating when you started streaming together

They only realised you were both dense idiots when someone light-heartedly commented that it's a shame both of you were taken and you two looked confused

Kaeya:

Calm on the surface, is actually worse than Childe

Family friendly? Nahhhh, he said he'd try at first but the moment he teams up with Rosaria, the innuendos and swearing never end, as much as you try to censor it

Nowhere nearly as shameless either, but viewers still somehow notice his hand creeping across the desk to hold yours

Has the not so subtle "please date me" eyes when he looks at you and it's now a meme

"Get someone who looks at you the way Kaeya looks at y/n," Kaeya chuckles as his eyes flicker between his twitch chat and his game. "So who'll look at me that way?"

*Shocked Kaeya face* when someone replies no one because he'll be the one doing the wistful, longing stares

He is hurted /lh

"Y/n my dear, my darling, the twitch chat has spoken and they've said you should date me"

"Isn't this the same chat that said you should dye your hair pink?"

He's never recovering from that one

He does light up when you ruffle his hair though

Something his viewers pick up almost immediately (they're bloodhounds, I tell ya)

Kazuha:

The true comfort streamer

He just has such a gentle, soothing voice

And it's hilarious because he keeps that calm smile and tone even when the scenes get vicious

He tends to finish your sentences for you when you stream together

Lastly when you trail off at the thought of how dark the lore is

"Wait so that means we'll have to..."

"Sacrifice the children, start an uprising, and ultimately overthrow the king to take his loot for ourselves<3"

He scares everyone at times

It's so easy to forget he says things like that when he takes your hands in his and comforts you when you get spooked by some horror games

"Is my maple alright? Of course you are, what could touch you when I'm here?" he says as he kisses the back of your hand

Scaramouche:

Bastard. Why are you even friends with him

His snide comments about enemy mobs or rival players are always hilarious, and he has the best insults

Surprisingly doesn't swear as much as you'd expect him to when trash talking

"Oh you think you're so clever~ I don't want to hear that from someone who looks like they pulled their nose from a dying giraffe's tongue, you lemur-faced buffalo wing."

Does, however, swear extremely frequently on a regular basis

"Scara's 'what the fuck' count exceeds 500 per week not clickbait!!!"

Even you aren't exempt from his snarkiness and people wonder why you're friends with him

Until they notice how his insults towards you aren't exactly mean

Also he tends to cuss in his insults only when he's not serious so "You're so fucking stupid" roughly translates to "You're my favourite idiot"

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[beansnsoup]

Request: Can you do movie Donkey Kong or bowser x a reader that is kinda shy but has a crush on him and think they are good hiding it?

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Summary: You're not really good at hiding your feelings, but you think you're a master at disguising them, turns out you're really not.

Relationship: platonic??, romantic?

Warnings: fluff, awkwardness?, gn reader

Bowser

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You hadn't always lived in Bowsers kingdom. All you knew was that you wanted to forget your past, so you never thought about it.

You were like the better version of Kamek, helping him out with him trying to capture the princess.

You first realized your feelings when he was going on and on about Princess Peach. You never liked hearing about it.

When you went to sleep that night you were up tossing and turning, thinking about how he'd be better off with someone who actually cared for him, not a princess who wants to destroy him and his empire.

You sit up,

"Oh my stars."

That's when you realized you were the one that had feelings for him, if only it were you he was going after.

You get up from the day and make your way down the corridor to the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of water.

As you're almost finished gulping down the drink, you hear footsteps reach the door frame, and you jump as the shadowed figure is right behind you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You hear a low growl,

'Wonderful.' You thought he was the last person you wanted to be confronted by at the moment. You felt your stomach go queasy, and you face go pale.

"Are you sick?" He asks, you shake your head, holding in your breath.

He noticed you staring him down, then he thought back of how weird you've been acting recently. He wanted to tease you for, but he knew how terrible that'd make you feel.

You honestly couldn't tell that he'd already figured you out. You genuinely thought that he just assumed you were sick,

"I'm going to go back to bed now."

You shove past him and speed walk back to your room in the castle.

That's when he decided to lay off Peach for a while.

♡

Donkey Kong

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The kongs had always been family friends. If you weren't in your kingdom, you were most likely Kong Kingdom.

Donkey Kong had been your closest friend for as long as you can remember. There really wasn't a time when the two of you weren't together.

You'd root him on when he was in the ring. You would also comfort him all the time when his dad wouldn't give him his much needed attention.

Loving attention, to be exact, not everything his fans would smother him in.

The both of you were sitting up on a cliff above the water as he went on and on about how his dad would never appreciate all of the things he did.

You leaned on his shoulder and continued to listen to him vent. All you could think about was how much better things would be if the two of you were actually together.

This wasn't the first time you've thought of this. You're not saying that you could be better than his own father, but at the same time you had always been there to comfort him.

You had also thought about what it would be like to be labeled as his, not just his friend. You'd be his partner.

"Y/N?"

You came out of your trance and totally forgot about where you were, "I'm sorry, what is it?"

"What do you think I should do?"

You didn't answer his question for a second time, looking into his eyes. He noticed this nearly immediately. The way your breath hitched covered your cheeks that felt way too warm.

He sent you a smirk and looked away. He wanted to say something about it but didn't want you to feel embarrassed, although it'd be funny.

You let out an awkward cough and got up, "I think I should be on my way home. It's getting late."

He wanted to protest, but he just let you go. He gave you a hug before running off, causing you to tense up.

When you left, he couldn't stop thinking about what just happened, causing him to question his own feelings.

First nintendo writing I've done that isn't about Luigi 😭

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser super mario #donkey kong #donkey kong x reader #donkey kong super mario bros #nintendo #nintendo x reader

[stop-talking]

Mike & Abby Easter Headcannons

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• Mike always hides eggs for her. Without fail. Every year. He probably enjoys hiding them more than she enjoys finding them, honestly.

• He's super annoying about not just TELLING her where one is when she can't find it, he'll just go "warmer..." or "colder...!" until she gets fed up and throws empty plastic eggshells at him.

• Abby knows the Easter bunny isn't real. She's not dumb. But it's a fun tradition, and she's willing to play pretend for as long as Mike is.

• Mike never busy himself any Easter candy. He "doesn't need the extra calories". Yet every year without fail, he ends up bumming Abby for candy, stealing a chocolate here and there. (She acts annoyed, but secretly doesn't mind sharing.)

• The first time Mike showed Abby the "draw with white crayon on an egg before dyeing it and the dye won't stick there" trick, she thought he was magic. Now, she draws a doodle on every single egg before dunking it in the colored water. Mike always makes comments on how they look "too good to eat," then eats one before they're even done dying them anyways.

• Once he forgot where he hid one of the hard boiled eggs... until it stank up the front porch. He nearly gagged when he found it two weeks later, tucked into an old flowerpot.

• Easter is like, the one time a year Mike drags Abby to church... If only for the giant egg hunt they host. He definitely has some kind of religious guilt from not going more often, but he's just too busy and tired. (He used to use Abby as an excuse, since she refused to sit still when she was younger. Now that she's older, he could go, but just doesn't care to. Neither does Abby.)

• (Post-movie) He and Abby happened to run into someone dressed as the Easter bunny outside of, like Walmart. And it just so happened to be a YELLOW bunny. Mike jumped two feet in the air and nearly pissed himself, and Abby just laughed at him. The guy in the costume thought it was hilarious to see a grown man so scared of a bunny, and the high-five he gave Abby made Mike just want to punch him. He didn't, thankfully.

How Mike would treat his 💙partner💙 on Easter:

(slight NSFW warning)

• He'd definitely make you an Easter basket. Nothing super fancy or expensive, he spends most of his budget on Abby. But he'd make sure you feel included and appreciated.

• Your basket would include: Your favorite candy, a pack of gum, something related to one of your hobbies, (ex: guitar pick, yarn, nail polish, colored pencils, etc), a cheesy hand-written note, a few plastic eggs with candy, a small stuffed animal, and a savory snack, like chips or pretzels. He's attentive, and knows what you prefer.

• Depending on how long you've been dating, he might even throw in something a little raunchy... like a pack of flavored condoms, lube, or a "toy". More as a gift to himself than you.

• He'd absolutely let you spend Easter with him and Abby, but wouldn't pressure you if you wanted to be with your family. If YOU invited HIM to spend the day with YOUR family, though? He'd fucking melt. ESPECIALLY if they were warm and welcoming to him. It'd make him cry like a baby to see Abby getting along with the other kids.

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Happy Easter to those who celebrate!! I thought about writing a whole fic on this but just don't have time. If anyone wants to steal these ideas, be my guest. Love y'all!! 💖

#mike schmidt #micheal schmidt #mike fnaf #fnaf mike #abby fnaf #fnaf abby #abby schmidt #abby fnaf movie #fnaf movie abby #fnaf movie mike #mike fnaf movie #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader

[generic-sonic-fan]

I’d love to hear your headcannons on what G.U.N. thinks of the sonic cast! Idk what it is exactly but the idea of G.U.N. coming up with a bunch of plans in regards to (mostly) a bunch of teens and kids is intriguing to me

This is such a fun and interesting prompt, thank you so much for sending it! I love worldbuilding in the Sonic universe lol. LONG post below cut

Sonic:

The ultimate worst case scenario.

Much in the same way an ICBM can be anywhere in the world within 30 minutes, Sonic can be anywhere at any time and cause MASSIVE amounts of destruction.

GUN wasn't nearly as worried about Sonic before they tried to frame him in SA2. They thought it'd be easy to pin the blame of Shadow's behaviors on Sonic and then pardon him later.

They were wrong.

Now GUN threat evaluators place Sonic just behind Eggman in world threat level. They struggle to understand what his morals might be and all their attempts to reach out to Sonic and ask him to clarify have been met with a "nah!" from the hedgehog himself.

There's one group in particular within the organization who are extremely paranoid about Sonic to the point of suggesting proactive measures against him.

. . . which everyone else in the organization either laughs at/ignores/prohibits.

There is no set-in-stone contingency for Sonic, as nobody can agree on one, but the plan that has the most consensus is to somehow utilize Team Dark.

Any attempts to discuss this with Team Dark have been turned down. Shadow refuses to speak of it, Rouge laughs it off, and Omega refuses to collaborate because he promised Shadow he wouldn't.

Tails:

Due to Tails' extensive social media presence, GUN feels like they have pretty good tabs on what's going on in Tails' head at any given moment, so they're a lot less paranoid about him.

A very exclusive group of people brainstorm what the contingencies might be on the off chance Tails does present a threat to the world.

(Because even in discussing Tails, they're much more worried about Sonic's reaction to them have contingencies for the fox)

A lot of their contingencies for Tails are the same as those for Eggman. GUN feels pretty prepared for any sort of Tails Overlord scenario, actually.

Minus Sonic, that is.

Current GUN protocol is to treat Tails very very nicely so that Sonic doesn't start getting concerned.

This is why Tails is allowed to be Omega's primary mechanic.

Knuckles:

GUN sent drones directly to Angel Island. Once.

Their old protocol was for him to remain "uncontacted". Yikes.

After Knuckles started getting more involved in struggles against Eggman, GUN started doing more research into him.

Because he mostly stays up on Angel Island and acts as a competent guardian of the Master Emerald, GUN isn't too worried about him? If anything, they're glad that someone with a significant power level is preventing Eggman from stealing the ME.

They've tried to initiate diplomatic contact with him but he's turned them down every time

He knows that GUN monitors the ME from afar- sometimes on clear days he sees a GUN drone floating a few miles off of Angel Island.

It's a bit of an uneasy truce honestly. GUN's biggest concern is that Knuckles could start using the ME for his own purposes, but so far it hasn't looked like that would ever be the case.

As for contingency plans- GUN has asked Rouge if she thinks she'd be able to steal the Master Emerald. (To which she's replied yes, of course.)

The plan is to get the ME off of Angel Island and into a specially designed GUN stronghold in an undisclosed location.

Once the guardian is separated from his emerald, GUN is pretty sure they'll be able to deal with him.

(They are VASTLY underestimating him due to a lack of data)

Amy:

No contingency plans. She's flying under GUN's radar.

They probably should have something in place for her honestly.

See Knuckles' note about vast underestimation due to a lack of data.

Shadow:

The contingency for Shadow is the most detailed contingency file GUN has.

. . . and Shadow himself has helped write some of it.

The file has a long and storied history reaching all the way back 50 years. It's always been something on GUN's mind.

The current contingency is based on the idea that the first thing he'll do once he goes rogue is try to collect the chaos emeralds.

A lot of the plan involves setting a trap with lots and lots of firepower.

There's also an addendum of the plan about utilizing the other members of Team Dark, either to combat against Shadow or as hostages. Shadow is unaware of the latter. In either strategy, Omega is considered vital.

GUN has a lot of scientific data on Shadow's weaknesses to certain kinds/amounts of chaos radiation and all that jazz, so they feel a lot more confident about their ability to bring him down compared to Sonic.

Something about the enemy you know being better than the enemy you don't.

Rouge:

GUN has determined that Rouge is very unlikely to be a world-ending threat.

But a GUN-ending threat? Absolutely.

Rouge going rogue is the worst case scenario for GUN's continued survival as an organization.

They know they can't keep her out of their files or any of their locations. If she wants to sell all of their secrets or steal all of their tech, they know they're very unlikely to stop her.

Current contingencies include using the other members of Team Dark to persuade her against destroying the organization if they're willing to cooperate, or taking them hostage to negotiate if they're not.

They also plan on a public smear campaign against her- basically revealing everything they know about her while she tries to reveal everything about them.

Rouge knows about all of these plans, of course.

There's definitely a tension between her and GUN because of this.

The current plan is to treat her well and convince her to stay on GUN's side at all costs (usually through bribery!)

Omega:

GUN's contingencies for Omega are really, really barebones.

It pretty much just boils down to "destroy him".

They aren't too worried about him, kinda like with Tails. GUN knows how to destroy Badniks. They've been destroying Badniks for lots of years at this point.

If anything, they consider Omega to be the least threatening member of Team Dark and the best lynchpin for if either other member of the team goes rogue.

(It should be noted that they still expect any scenario where Omega goes rogue to have the highest number of immediate civilian casualties.)

See my fic on this

Silver:

HOO BOY, is GUN worried about Silver.

Not because of his powerset- GUN is pretty sure they can just knock him on the head to neutralize him.

(Like Knuckles and Amy, they are vastly underestimating him)

But the time travel shenanigans scare the shit out of them.

GUN is the sort of organization to have protocols in place for working with future or past versions of themselves.

They also fund a shitload of research into detecting changes and potential threats in the timeline.

(They detected the Sonic Generations incident when it happened and it remains one of the most intensely studied events.)

(They've also detected a strange sort of time blip over Soleanna, but every time someone gets interested in studying it, their drive seems to wane until they're no longer concerned about it. Strange. . .)

TL;DR: They treat Silver like a fucking SCP. Current protocol is for all agents to limit contact with him in order to prevent damage to the timeline.

Honestly if GUN wasn't so scared of him, Silver wouldn't exactly be opposed to getting their help managing the timeline shenanigans.

Blaze:

Blaze has not initiated any sort of formal diplomacy with any government or organization in Sonic's dimension.

GUN tracks the unique energy signatures of the Sol Emeralds through their strange link/interaction with the Chaos emeralds.

They haven't quite figured out what's going on.

And frankly, they don't actually know that Blaze is from another dimension.

They see her very rarely. They know that something is strange about her energy readings but just assume that she's one of Sonic's lesser known friends who doesn't get out very often.

Team Chaotix:

I'm grouping them together because GUN doesn't have any contingencies for them. Vector, Espio, and Charmy are all under their radar.

They should be worried about Espio. They're already worried about Rouge's stealth capabilities. I'm pretty sure whoever's managing these contingencies within GUN would have a heart attack upon learning that somebody on this planet figured out how to actually turn invisible.

And that's it!

I'd actually like to end this post with a bit of a weird note- I don't think that GUN would be evil for developing contingencies like this.

I myself work in the field of safety. This field includes things such as occupational safety, and most pertinently for this post, emergency management. I've actually helped write protocols for companies about what workplaces should do in the event of an active shooter or other outside threat such as a natural disaster or a civil conflict.

(If I lived and worked in Sonic's universe, I would most certainly have to write safety protocols about what to do if Eggman attacks, for example!)

It's important to have protocols in place for the worst case scenario, no matter how unlikely or unthinkable that scenario is. And in Sonic's universe, this is especially important! This is a universe where society is regularly attacked by a mustache-twirling, robot-building terrorist! Of course GUN is going to keep tabs on other individuals who could post a similar threat and plan on how to stop them should they ever become a threat to the public.

I'm definitely not excusing GUN for any of the shady things they've done in canon, but it is an interesting point to think about that they're the best equipped to handle any sort of Dark Sonic/Sonic.exe/insert your favorite name for "this character but evil" here/mirror universe scenario.

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #GUN #guardian unit of nations #sonic adventure 2 #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e-123 omega #silver the hedgehog #sonic worldbuilding #this sort of idea borders my other special interest #you could ask me to write actual in-universe contingencies for these guys and I could probably do it #(that would be unhinged. don't actually ask me to do that) #but it's an interesting subject to think about

[avaritia-apotheosis]

@skulld3mort-1fan replied to your post “PERSONAL ASSISTANT DANNY AU!!! Amity Park has a...”:

Question is this before brice adopted dick or after ?? Is this when he has either jason or tim?? Cause this could be hilarious that they see Danny as Bruce keeper by how he manages to get him to his next schedule despite the amount of bullshit he's gone through and they all love the man cause he manages to be able to scold bruce as well as has Alfred's respect ( this can also slowly build to bruce x Danny thered very few of them and I really want to find some other )

​I think there's potential for the AU during any section of Bruce's life! It'd be funny to see 40-something year old Bruce with a massive gaggle of kids and is also secretly a hardened vigilante, city cryptid, and recognized founder of the Justice League to be manhandled by some 25-year-old recent graduate that looks like he weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet.

However, I think for this AU I'm leaning more towards Danny and Bruce being around the same age. (I've already discussed my thoughts on a possible romantic relationship for them here if you're interested)

So to set the scene:

Bruce is around 25/26 when he returns to Gotham and is intent to regain his position as CEO and majority shareholder of his parents' company while also setting himself up as The Batman. The former he accomplishes with all the pizzazz and efficiency of Elle Woods from Legally Blonde (because you can't convince me that a competent Brucie Wayne isn't just Elle Woods). But the board members still underestimate Bruce. They think he's too young, too inexperienced, and honestly? He's been gone from the face of the earth for years so they just have no idea how to deal with Bruce. And if there's one thing businessmen don't like (other than losing money), it's uncertainty.

They pressure Bruce into getting a PA because "Well, Mr. Wayne you've been gone from Gotham for so long, there's so much you need to catch up on. A PA would do wonders in keeping you organized!" It's honestly just a very thinly veiled excuse to get someone to spy on Bruce. Bruce can't figure out a way to get out of it, so he's forced to go along. He rejects ever applicant that came at the recommendation of most of his Board, and while it would be great to hire someone from Gotham, this is the era before Wayne Enterprises gained its shiny and clean personality, and there's no telling if any of these applicants have been bribed by one party or another.

Surprisingly, the answer to his problems came from a business meeting with Vlad Masters.

"If you're still looking, I'd like to recommend a candidate," Vlad said. "He's the son of some good friends of mine and had worked as my own PA for some time. He's quite good." Bruce nearly missed Vlad mutter 'almost too good' under his breath, but didn't remark on it.

"Oh? Why are you handing him to the competition then?"

"Ah, the two of us had some...differences. And the boy's at that age where he wants to see more of the world. So, why not Gotham? I'll send you his resume. Just think on it."

Despite Bruce's suspicions, there wasn't anything sketchy that he could dig up on Danny Fenton. Besides, Vlad Masters was notorious in guarding his privacy, and if he recommended Fenton, well, Bruce could at least count on him not getting bribed by anyone.

#PA Danny AU #dpxdc #hope you don't mind commenter that i replied on a separate post. this is a side blog after all

[modelbus]

number 27 for Tommyinnit x reader? I feel like it’d be cute and uncoordinated and a lot of bumping into each other idk I love it tho ☺️

I couldn’t suffer the second hand embarrassment of normal dancing so I wrote it as slow dancing…

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flufftober 27 - Follow The Rhythm

"I think we should dance." You say, tilting your head to look at your boyfriend. Tommy sighs in response, not giving you an answer.

Weddings always make you a romantic. Something about seeing people you cared about so happy, so in love, just lit you up. It certainly helped that Tommy was in a suit that made it so you couldn't take your eyes off him. In your defense, he hadn't taken his eyes or hands off you either.

Innocent touches, like his hand around yours, fingers intertwined. Or the way it is right now with his arm around your waist. You had to tell him off for nearly messing up your hair already, taking one of his favorites off the table.

"Look at how cute it is." You insist again.

"We wouldn't be that coordinated," Tommy informs you, grinning. "We'd probably kill each other on accident."

"True. But it'd be funny."

"Is it worth it though?"

"And it'd make me happy." You add on.

His arm slips from around your waist, standing up. He doesn't offer you his hand so much as takes your hand without waiting, tugging you to the back edge of the dance floor. "You owe me. I'm picking the movie for the next four nights."

"As long as it isn't the same movie all four nights." You raise your eyebrows, knowing him and his tricks.

"Deal. Now what?"

"Now we dance, dumbass." You laugh, looping your arms around his neck. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, glancing around, before putting his hands gently on your waist. "Sway." You instruct.

"I'm swaying, I'm swaying!"

It's a simple side-to-side motion, yet somehow he still manages to bump his shoulder into yours. And you somehow manage to step on his foot despite barely moving your feet. It's a mess, and you're smiling so brightly that it hurts.

"Are we meant to be, like, moving and shit?" He asks, studying the closest people.

"Tom, do you honestly think we can handle taking steps?"

"...on second thought, swaying is great. I love swaying. Going to marry swaying."

"You can't, you're already married to the grind." You remind him. He rewards you with a laugh.

"How can I forget my one true love? You're second, don't worry."

"Oh, I was very worried, but now all my fears are gone."

After a moment, Tommy looks down at you. "Can I spin you? Like those people in the cheesy stupid movies?"

"I'd love that."

You take one of his hands, and he lifts it up, slowly helping you spin. It's more of you awkwardly shuffling in a circle (narrowly avoiding stepping on him again, might you add) before returning to swaying, but he smiles like he just won a million dollars from Mr. Beast.

At first, you sway in opposite directions, then you both correct and still sway oppositely, and finally you sigh and let him tug you along with his movements. Dancing definitely isn't for you two, at least not without some practice.

And yet, you couldn't help but feel warm inside as you stared up at him.

"See, it's not too bad." You can't help but say, fixing the collar of his shirt.

"And thank fuck we aren't doing more than swaying."

He leans down, kissing you quickly, then pulls away as the song ends. "Let's go eat their cupcakes."

"Cupcakes it is." You laugh.

Eating cupcakes is definitely more within your guys' comfort zone.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit

[arvensimp]

PLS I BEG FOR

MIDNIGHT MESSQUERADE PT. 3

TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY ANON

Midnight Messquerade, pt. 3

Arven x Reader (no gendered pronouns or they/them pronouns used to describe the reader)

Nsfw, lots of mentions of masturbation, some 69in, general debauchery, and a hell of a shame kink

Part 1, Part 2

Arven is fucked. Like. Fucked-fucked. Like not in a fun or a good way.

At this point the two of you had been traversing Socarrat and the region surrounding Lake Casseroya for...maybe a few weeks? The days kinda started to blend together after a certain point. You guys aren't in any danger after all. (Not mortal danger at least. Arven's still fucked.) So you keep wandering around, camping, meeting new people and Pokemon, and so on.

Thing is...when one camps for weeks on end, one doesn't really...y'know...shower super well or overly often? So... Well, it's not that you're not bathing at all! But jumping into Casseroya, deodorant, facial astringent, and dry shampoo only go so far.

Except Arven kinda thrills in it. He's found himself more and more attracted to your natural scent, made all the stronger after a long day's worth of walking and battling. He just thinks you smell good like this. Is...is that bad? Is it bad that maybe sometimes he encourages the pair of you to walk maybe just a bit further on after a hot day in the sun? Maybe go just a little bit further up that hill to get you sweating a bit more? That he hopes he can catch your scent when he sits by you at meals, or when he sets your plate down in front of you?

Yeah, no, he's fucked. He's probably a creep for that.

...and...well, if he's not a creep for doing his best to get a whiff of you every chance he can get, he's a creep for the fact that he still hasn't returned your underwear.

The fucking shorts that he's kept wadded up in a pocket in his bag.

...and...even then...even if he weren't a creep for that? Then...uh, yeah. He's definitely a creep because of what he's been doing with them every night. How he grabs the garment from his bag after you've fallen asleep, and when he slips away from your campsite to go tug his cock in a desperate attempt at relief, how he presses the fabric to his face. He inhales you deep as he can while he pathetically and shamefully fists his cock until it spurts and dribbles ribbons of white cum.

He's thought about catching it with your shorts...mixing his scent and yours, but no. He's pretty sure it'd destroy that delicious musk he's been getting off on, and beyond that...he can't bring himself to tear the fabric from its proper place, pressed tight to his nose and cheeks, by the time his hips start their telltale stuttering before he groans softly into your underwear and spills onto the forest floor.

So.

Yeah.

He's, uh. He's fucked.

He has to give your underwear back. Or...or burn them to ash (but wouldn't that be a waste?) Or something. Because god forbid you ever find out he's got one of your most personal garments skwoveted away like some sick pervert.

Except he doesn't get the chance. And speaking of skwovet...

The pair of you are stopped for lunch along the lakeside, and Arven is preparing the food as usual while you tend to the Pokemon, giving them baths and rub downs.

Anyone not getting immediate attention from you or Arven is mostly just lounging around in the sun or playing, and Arven's team of Pokemon get along well enough, so it isn't surprising that Mabosstiff and Greedant are hanging out, playing a game of tug-o-war.

It isn't until Arven hears you gasp and shout a stern "No!" That he looks up from where he's been chopping veggies...

...And nearly slices his thumb off in the process. Honestly that would be less embarrassing than what's happening.

Greedant must've swiped your underwear from the pocket on his bag when he wasn't paying attention.

And now it and Mabosstiff are playing tug of war.

With your dirty underwear.

That he'd been using as literal jacking-it material.

God, if only he'd actually sliced his thumb off. That'd at least be a distraction from the actual horror of what's unfolding before him.

You're on your knees by the pokemon, trying to get them to drop it.

"Hey! Leave it! Leave it!" You try to command, but neither of them are really your Pokemon, and they're a bit engrossed in their game, so...

"Oi!" Arven snaps from his place at the table. He can already feel shameful heat rushing to his face.

Greedant and Mabosstiff both freeze and look at him, neither letting go of the article.

"Drop it. Now." He tells the pair firmly.

True to form, both Pokemon drop the underwear, however before you can swipe them back up, Mabosstiff doubles down and grabs them back up.

With a combined shout from both you and Arven, the dog bolts further away from the picnic space.

The pair of you give chase to where Mabosstiff settles down once he deems he's run far enough.

He sits there lapping at the crotch of the fabric in a way that leaves you absolutely mortified.

"Bud..." Arven almost whines as he approaches. "C'mon, that's gross..." And not entirely unlike something he wishes he could do to you, but, like, that's not the point!!! That's neither here nor there. "You gotta give'm back. You're not really behaving like a gentleman right now."

This is horrible. Absolutely horrifying. It could not get worse.

Until Mabosstiff growls a little. It's not aggressive, just a playful growl that turns into one of his usual grumbling boofs that he gives before he takes the shorts between his teeth and thrashes them about in a killing shake.

You and Arven watch as tiny flecks of fabric float around the dog's face and into the grass below.

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god..." The two of you echo in near unison.

You sigh after a long moment. At the same time, Arven starts with an apology. "I am so sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, really... I... Yikes... Just-- Mabosstiff, Bud..." Arven whines again. The dog boofs.

"I-I'll replace them. I swear. For real. I'm so sorry about this."

"It's fine," You insist, your face looking about as red as Arven's feels. You drag a hand through your hair. "It's not like it's your fault anyway, y'know? I must've left the pocket or something open on my dirty clothes."

And oof, doesn't that hurt just a bit more? This isn't your fault in the slightest. 

"E-even still... Mabosstiff shouldn't've... I-I..." The PokeBall. Arven groans. "Fuck! I coulda just recalled him to his PokeBall as he ran! What was I thinking?!"

At least that gets you laughing a little? "Don't worry about it, Arven. It's no big deal." You say as you pat him on the shoulder. With another sigh, you turn and head back to the campsite where the rest of the Pokemon are waiting for you.

But...it is a big deal.

Or, at least it is to Arven.

On one hand, at least he doesn't have this dirty little secret anymore. He can't go jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

On the other hand...he can't jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

He hates that he finds himself almost mourning the loss that night when he sneaks away from your sleeping form to relieve the straining erection he's stuck with.

He hates it even more when after too many minutes of twisting and tugging and squeezing, he's no closer to cumming than he had been when he'd started.

This isn't normal. Not that Arven doesn't have stamina or something, but...well, in situations like this he doesn't really need it. In fact, it's better for him to kinda rush through the job, so he can return to his sleeping bag and get back to functioning like an actual human being.

Instead, his dick is still painfully hard and rubbed nearly raw, lotion-be-damned.

He bites his lip, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tries to think of something, anything that'll help get him off in the absence of your underwear. He inhales deeply as he fucks his cock into his fist, imagining your scent, the musky smell of your underwear, imagining you and how you might be pressed near him, hovering overtop of him, but--

"No..." He moans uselessly, his ministrations fruitless. At this point he's probably hurting his dick more than helping it, so he resolves himself to just...go without for the night.

It's miserable.

He can barely sleep.

What the fuck kind of degenerate is he?

The sleeplessness and the pent up frustration do little to keep him anywhere near good spirits the following day. He's tired, terse, and ready to snap at almost anything.

In fact, when he accidentally drops half a block of cheese on the ground that he'd been slicing for sandwiches, he actually shouts a curse, startling both you and your teams.

"You okay?" You ask him, standing up and rushing over.

"Fine, just fucking peachy." He grumbles between clenched teeth. "Just lost half our supply of manchego though."

"That's okay," You try to placate him some, having already picked up on his horrid mood. "We can go without or with less for a bit. That's really not a huge deal. Plus I'm sure we can stop by a shop at some point."

"It's fucking wasteful is what it is!" Arven nearly shouts, kicking the block further away, where Greedant swipes it up. He seethes. Fucking Greedant. He knows none of this is really the Pokemon's fault... But even still.

His remains sour for the rest of the day and into the evening, so you eventually decide to just let him be, keeping to yourself and to your Pokemon and playing games on your phone to keep entertained.

Arven's mood seems to match the weather that picks up as the day goes on, with dark clouds looming overhead. It hasn't started raining, and the weather apps can't seem to decide if it will or not, so the pair of you opt to camp out in your tent for the night. Better that than be caught in your sleeping bags during a downpour after all.

Set up is quiet but efficient.

It also happens just in time because fat rain drops start to plop to the ground just as the pair of you finish placing the rain fly.

Arven groans to himself, already feeling the chill of water slipping down his scalp, as you rush into the cover of the tent.

There goes his chance to try and rub one out again before maybe getting some sleep tonight.

He follows you inside.

As usual, you're asleep in an almost annoyingly short amount of time, softly snoring in your sleeping bag beside his, while rain patters loudly against the fly above.

He seethes.

Or...he wants to.

He kinda does.

He knows it's not your fault. He knows this issue is his fault. It's his fault he's such a degenerate, horny bastard. Now he can't even get off properly.

Maybe he deserves this.

And fuck it's the thought of him deserving it that gets him hard in his sleeping bag.

It's only a shift of his hand from there to slip beneath his pajama pants and grip his stiffening cock. The sound of the rain above, along with your snoring is more than enough to cover the sound of him huffing softly as he tugs himself. It also covers the slick sounds that soon follow when he eventually hazards a quick reach over to his bag for a pump of lotion.

But the thrill of maybe getting found out by you...doesn't that...couldn't that make it more exciting? It kinda does?

Fuck, that's gross of him.

But, hell, you're so close like this... Sleeping so peacefully. He could probably...with you so nearby at least, he could probably get close enough to smell you like he does around meals or something, and you'd be none of the wiser.

Arven scoots just the tiniest bit closer to your sleeping form. Of course he has absolutely no intention of disturbing your slumber or bothering you in any way at all.

But if he could just...get a whiff of your hair even?

Fuck, he bites his lip to hold back a groan before it bubbles from his throat.

He wouldn't even have to get that close. Just...just close enough. 

That's...that's not wrong right?

It absolutely is. He's a monster. He's a degenerate piece of shit. That thought makes him all the needier for you.

Arven gets as close as he dares. Again, he's nowhere near actually touching you, and you're both still very much separated by your own sleeping bags, but he still inhales deeply from where he's positioned.

You're right there...just as sweet and good as always...just as enticing.

You smell amazing.

God, if you were awake, he wishes you would just sit on his face.

Arven breathes a little heavier at the thought, his eyes fluttering shut. He imagines your strong thighs surrounding his face, how you'd taste on his tongue, how you'd smell--

"Fuck,"

"Arven?"

It all happens at once.

Arevn's eyes open to see yours staring directly at him, and he very nearly cums at the sheer erotic horror of having been found out by the basis of his intense attraction.

But no.

Instead, all Arven can do is pathetically whimper your name as his hand jolts to a stop.

He can't do this. He can't be such a perverted piece of shit. He can't find this as hot as he does.

His blood goes absolutely cold, but he feels his face warm all at the same time. Can he actually be light headed with all the blood in his body pooling at more or less its polar opposite points?

"Were you...?" You ask, voice just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

"Uhh..." Arven stammers a moment, unsure how to handle this. His cock throbs with a delicious sort of need. Arven unintentionally buckles a bit, his hips thrusting without meaning to.

"Fuck, Arven..." 

He can't read your tone entirely, but he's mortified.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were asleep-- I mean--"

"Do you always do this when I sleep?"

"No! I-I just--"

"What do you mean 'you just'?" Your eyes are wide, and you move to sit up, scooting back toward the wall of the tent.

Fuck, this is the last thing Arven wanted. He follows your motion, sitting up on his knees and out of his sleeping bag as he tries to stammer out an apology. He clasps his hands together in a gesture of piety and sincerity.

"I mean, I-I just. Listen! I'm sorry! Okay, I'm so, so sorry. I don't do this often. I-I mean I do this often, but I don't do this often."

Damn it, he's making absolutely zero sense, and you don't even look like you're paying attention to him. You won't look him in the eye. Not that he blames you, of course. No, instead your gaze is fixed solely lower.

...on his...

...wait...

Arven...

He, uh... He never tucked his cock back into his pajama pants when he sat up to apologize.

Arven follows your line of sight to his dick standing proud and flushed against his abdomen, twitching just ever so slightly when his breath hitches.

"O-oh my god!" Arven chokes out as he covers himself, yanking his pants back up. "I-I didn't mean t-- Oh god... Ok, I'm so sorry about that. I swear I'm not some deviant or something." Liar.

You… You’re not moving. You’re not saying anything. You’re just…staring. Where his dick was.

Arven timidly (or…as timidly as one can when their dick was just on full display) breaks the silence with your name.

That seems to break your trance, and you lick your lips.

Fucking hell.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, your own face flushing.

“What?!” Arven nearly chokes. “What was that?”

“S-Sorry… I-I just got distracted… Did you… I mean, were you gonna…? I-I mean,” You swallow thickly, and Arven watches the motion with near rapt attention. “Did you need help?”

Did he…did he hear you right? 

“What?” He asks dumbly.

“Did… No, I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. Oh my god. Forget I said anything.” You say with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m so sorry. For real. I-I can… I can go outside. Seriously. It’s no big deal, for real. I-I don’t mind. I get it. A man’s got needs, y’know?” You’re flushed and rambling and starting to scoot toward the exit of the tent when Arven grabs your wrist, not tightly and not with any amount of force.

“Are you kidding? It’s still raining out there. You’ll get soaked.” He tells you. You freeze for your part, eyes locked on where he has a gentle hold on you. Grasping with you the same hand that just moments ago…

Arven quickly lets go.

“O-Oh my god! S-sorry! For real. Again. Sorry. Fuck. I can deal, it’s fine. Just. Forget this ever happened. Please?” He’s going to die. He’s absolutely going to expire. How will he get past this?

You touch the spot on your wrist and meet his gaze. “Wh…what if I…don’t want to?”

Arven searches your eyes for what the fuck you could possibly mean by that. What, did you want to make fun of him for the rest of eternity for his incredible fuck up? But…There’s no devious look there. Only what seems to be something like wide-eyed adoration, maybe a bit of nervousness?

Arven clears his throat. “Really?”

You nod. 

“Y…You also…you also said…” He can’t bring himself to finish.

“That I wanna help? I-I mean, if you want…?”

“Yeah! I mean, yes. Yes, very much. Very much so. If you want. Yes.” Wow, hopefully he doesn’t sound too eager? Fucking degenerate.

You nod slowly, still seeming a little nervous. Or shy? “Okay. Just…” You inch closer to Arven, getting onto all fours to close the space between you. “Let me know what you’d like, okay?”

“O-Oh my god,” Arven nearly chokes again. “Uh… Okay…” It’s his turn to back up a bit against the wall of the tent as you approach. Fuck. He… He was just thinking about how much he wanted you to sit on his face. Would that be too forward to ask now?

“C…Could we maybe… Uh…”

“Yeah?” You ask. Your face is nearly level with his dick at this point, as you’ve slowly made your way to him. 

“Fuck, could you please just sit on my face?” Arven breathes out in a hurried huff of air, his eyes clenched shut.

“Oh.”

He hears you shift and opens his eyes to you sitting back on your haunches in front of him.

“W-well… I mean, I haven’t showered since yesterday morning, bu–”

“That’s fine!” He hurries out his answer. “I-I mean… I don’t mind…if you don’t?” 

“Uh… Sure. I, uh, I was gonna offer to suck your dick for you though? If…you wanted? Do you wanna do both?”

“Like at the same time?” Arven feels like he might combust. Fuck, what was he getting himself into?

“Yeah? Would that be too weird?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“N-No! Not too weird. Definitely not. Just, uh…” Arven sits back on his heels and then scoots his legs out from beneath him. “Just let me…” Hopefully he isn’t moving too fast? He adjusts himself a bit further, laying back down on a sleeping bag, shifting his hips a bit to lower his pajama pants again and reveal his still uncomfortably hard cock. “O-Okay… I’m ready. Just…Whenever you’re ready…” He closes his eyes. Dear god this is actually happening. He’s gonna have to put his all into not immediately blowing his load everywhere.

“God, you’re so pretty…” You say under your breath as you move to straddle him. Arven shivers at the praise. He feels the fabric shift by him, and he tenses involuntarily in anticipation. Once you’re in place, you stroke loving lines up and down his thighs. “Are… Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Arven inhales slowly, trying not to make too audible a sound of it. He has to hold himself back from rolling his hips and potentially bumping your face with his cock. The smell of you, natural and real, surrounds him, and it’s incredible. “Oh yeah…”

With his consent, you slowly lick a hot stripe down his dick before taking him in your mouth. The hand on that arm that isn’t holding you up goes to stroke the rest of his shaft.

“S-Shit…” Arven groans, his hips stuttering just a bit. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. Instead, he focuses on you, on your scent, on how you’re so perfectly presented to him. He reaches up, hooking both arms around your deliciously strong thighs to bring you closer, closer, closer to his mouth… He breathes hotly against you, and he feels you shiver in his grasp. 

Before he gets to his main course, Arven thinks to savor you, tease you a bit. He shifts you to the side, just the tiniest bit, so his mouth collides with your inner thigh where he can gently nip at the sensitive flesh there. So what if that’s also where your scent is probably at its strongest? Teasing you also has its perks. You moan a bit around his cock, sending vibrations through it that have Arven shaking. Fuck, he wants to cum. He could cum now if he weren’t determined not to seem like an absolute teenager in front of you.

He pulls back just a bit, shifting you before pulling you in again, so his mouth can work on pleasing you properly. In his tight grasp, he feels your hips roll against him as you shudder. Your mouth leaves his cock with an audible ‘pop.’

“F-Fuck, Arven…” You whine, grinding against his mouth as best he’ll let you. He hums in acknowledgement, refusing to let his tongue leave you now that he’s had his first proper taste. “Sh-shit…” You go on, your fingers flexing against his thighs.

Arven rolls his hips up against your mouth again without thinking, and you take his cock back between your lips, sucking him in deeper at an excruciatingly slow pace. He stutters a bit in his work on you, but does his best to continue loving you meticulously with his tongue.

You up the ante, pulling him all the way down your throat, your nose pressed against his heavy balls. Arven stills when you breathe deeply from your position there, hollowing your cheeks. 

“G-Gonna–” He taps your thigh rapidly. “Gonna c-cum.” He says, pulling his mouth from you. “P-Please get off if you don’t want me cumming i-in your mouth, oh god,” It ends in a pathetic little whimper, as you give your assent with a little ‘Mhmm,’ and a nod against him. Your fingers on his thighs outline a little heart before you redouble your efforts and swallow around him.

Arven cums with a strangled groan, spilling hotly down your throat, as the muscles in his abdomen spasm, and he writhes beneath you. Once he’s softened, you cough just the tiniest bit as you pull off of him and roll to the side. He breathes great gulping gasps of air, still coming down from the high of his orgasm.

“Oh my god…” Arven sighs, totally content. 

“Good?” You ask.

“Oh my god…” Arven repeats with a smile, nodding. 

You give a little laugh that turns into a sighing yawn, then sit up and scootch around to snuggle up next to him. “I’m glad. Seems like you needed that.”

He sighs. “Ah…yeah…” Then it hits him. “W-Wait, but we’re not done! You didn’t–”

You wave your hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You can finish me off next time, ‘kay?”

“Next time?” That almost seems like too much to hope for, but then again after the night he’s had?

“Well, yeah? I mean…if you want? Like, I’d think this would kinda, I dunno…solidify that I, uh…I wanna…do? This sorta thing? With…you?”

“Oh.” Arven short circuits briefly. “Well, yeah. Definitely. Always. Anytime.” He pauses. “B-But still! I-I… I don’t want you going without!”

You shift nervously at his side. “Are…are you sure?”

Arven rolls over to straddle you. “Absolutely. Just tell me what you’d like.”

#arven fanfic #arven x reader

[dxmoness]

𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

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The tests given to her were no mere tests. They were made out of complete danger due to the fact that it was expected of an Agriche to embrace danger as a friend. Poison was the most important test in these.

She was given multiple poisons that failed to register her into sickness, until today. She had gotten light headed and nearly fainted if it hadn't been for Dion who gave her a meaningful look that meant not to disappoint.

She didn't know how that worked, but the thought of disappointing her brother was an option that was not for her. If anything she wanted to prove her worth to him.

Days passed as they both grew older. Now that she was 16, Dion was more protective over her. He was practically with her everywhere. So if he were on missions she felt the relief of finally being able to relax and do stuff that she couldn't do when he was around.

Dion had been gone for a while. She wondered where he went, but if he didn't tell her it meant it was dangerous, but important to a degree. She did not question it. After all they were all given tasks to do.

Her own was no mere feat. Every Agriche child was tried every year to see which was on top. So far Dion was undefeated in their father's favor under him was their sister, Roxana. Then it was Name. Due to this she tried her absolute hardest to keep at her position, if not then they'd say she was nothing like her outstanding brother. This year she had planned on summoning a demon only for her plan to fail due to other people coming up with better ideas. Though she did think it'd be a good idea to scourge up a demon, although the many complications that'd bring are also very noticeable.

"My lady, your presence is requested in the hall." So they've found another person to meddle with. She gave a simple wave of her hand dismissing the messenger.

It seemed almost always that there has been a random guest in their household. One to be tortured so this was no different.

Putting on her most elegant dress, she stepped out of her room. To be met with the surprise of a certain someone awaiting her to come out of her chambers. "Isn't it rude to visit without the person's knowing, Jeremy?"

Jeremy Agriche. When Dion was not present, he was the one clinging to her. Personally she didn't mind, but really of all the people. She knew that he was closer with Roxana though perhaps because of her always occupied with Dion, they can never get to be as close. Dion didn't like her being with the insolent brat as he put him.

"Well, you were taking ages." Jeremy started, staring at her with a simple shrug. "And I've been here since the messenger came here so you can't tell me you didn't take long."

She hummed in defeat as she walked away from the male, who jerked forward after her. There was no conversation brought up. They were in the territory of gossiping servants who'll tell anything to their father if they dare say something. Jeremy passed glares around to those who dared stare at Name while Name did not care at all. She was too busy wondering what was so important to summon all of them here. Well not all since there was still Dion and him who were on missions and do not have the time to return for this.

Entering the hall, her optics met a sight of two others with their father, of course, sitting in his usual spot. So Roxana and Charlotte were summoned here too. How annoying. She honestly didn't mind Roxana, but Charlotte... She was a headache to mess with, not only so but whatever this is about will cause her to throw such a tantrum.

"Father." She mumbled, eyes shifting uncomfortably in his presence. Lant Agriche regarded with a nod of response which meant she could move away. Walking over to her siblings they awaited their father's command. Then it came.

A young male was brought over, clearly wounded as his golden eyes searched the room meeting her own. She looked away with no further movement. Looking towards her father with an inquiring look.

"He's the son of the insolent b*tch." Their father said with much satisfaction with himself. "I brought him to teach him a bit of a lesson." As expected from him she supposed.

"I see." Her voice forced itself to speak. How dreadful. The insolent bitch in question was none other than Rousseul Pedelian. So this person was the successor of the Pedelians. Dion had mentioned never to trust them. He looks pretty though. She cursed herself quietly. Shut up! You're not supposed to call your enemies pretty!

"This toy's gaze is quite rebellious, Father." Roxana said. Name now noticed that Roxana seemed to be eyeing him with interest.

"Until he is compliant keep him in the dungeons." With that the male was dragged away. Name bit her lip as she waited for permission to leave. Once that was given, she rushed to her room. Not caring if Jeremy called out for her.

That night, she took the initiative to sneak into the dungeons. "My lady-!" The knight said, face red at the sight of her it seemed. She placed a finger on her lips and the male grew quiet.

"Good. Could you give me your keys, hm?" Her eyes locked on the knight who shook his head saying he had orders. "You don't have them, do you?" This caused the knight to stop. How did she know? Roxana's scent was in the air.

Gritting her teeth, this meant she'd have to wait for her to leave much to her frustration. It seemed she didn't have to wait for long though for out she came. Concealing herself, she watched Roxana left.

She took the chance to enter while the knight was still unaware of the door's opened state. Entering the dungeons, she made her way to the Pedelian.

First thing she thought when she saw him was one thing. This was a bit too much. He was almost bleeding to death. Lifting his chin, she noticed the remains of the drugs dripping from his mouth. So Roxana had given him the antidote. Hm.

Suddenly she heard noises outside. Taking his hand, she gave him a little spark of her magic. That would help with the poison as well. Hopefully.

Leaving the room before getting caught, she found herself relieved. Why so? Why had she worried so much over an enemy? Grabbing her chest, she hit herself cursing. No emotions.

That was what Dion said, didn't he?

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[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x black reader! You get saved by Superman and accidentally call him by his name.

Okay this isn't how you thought you'd spend your night out all you wanted to do was just spend the day at home baking cookies and binge watching your favorite TV series but no you were forced you go out on a date and now your hanging from the roof top trying not to die! Just great the only reason why you went on a date was because Y/B/N (your Best friend name) thought it'd be nice if you went out and have fun so they set you up with some dude from their job some guy named John don't get me wrong the guy wasn't an asshole but only thing he could do was just talk about himself and how perfect he was he was a total snob the only person you can think about spending a night dinner with was Clark Kent your best friend but no he has feelings for Lois freaking Lane! I mean you can understand she's pretty you can give her that but she is a reporter and he's the freaking Man of Steel like come on dude how's that even gonna work?! Okay maybe the main reason why you don't like her is because you were secretly jealous that she had Clark's attention I mean you've known him nearly your whole entire life she's known him for like a couple of weeks and boom he's all cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs for her! Ugh It must be the red hair the redheads always get all the attention. You snap out of your thoughts as you could hear the rooftop breaking apart.

"Wow looks like this is how I die, ha and I didn't even get to finish House of the Dragon!"

With that you lost your grip and was sent flying through the sky screaming your head off you had your eyes closed waiting for your death but than you'd felt someone holding you tightly.

"It's okay, your safe now ma'am." You open your eyes too see the man of steel himself holding you in his arms with a soft smile on his handsome face, hey maybe almost dying wasn't such a bad thing after all if you get to live like this hehe.

He lands on top of an apartment building he puts you down gently checking for any bruises.

"I'm glad I was able to get to you on time don't worry about the others I took care of the robbers." I let of a sigh of relief giving him a smile.

"Oh man what a relief...Thanks Clark." You stand on your tippy toes to give him a hug but you felt him tense up hmm guess he's not a hugger............wait oh shit you said 'Thanks Clark and not 'Thanks Superman' oh shit! Did you forget to mention that Clark had absolutely no idea that you knew about his powers yeah you accidentally caught him using his powers when you were to go visit him on the farm. We both just stood in silence starring at each other he was able to say something but I cut him off.

"Uh oh wow you caught me in such a perfect timing! Thanks for everything but I'm pretty sure you're busy and I mean super busy well I'll just uh be on my way thanks for everything Clark I mean Superman I mean!" You covered your face with embarrassment you were honestly just making things worst for yourself at this point.

"Y/N?"

I peek through my hands hiding my red face only to see him smiling like a big ass teeth and all smile.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I caught you lifting up your dad's old truck behind the farm.." he looked shocked.

"You've known that long and didn't say anything?!"

"How the hell was I supposed to tell you?! 'Hey Clark I saw you lifting up your dad's truck with one arm want to go fishing later?' Not a great way to start the day Clark Kent!" You say arms crossed he just lets out a laugh walking towards you grabbing you by the waist spinning you around causing you to let out a screech of alarm hands on his shoulders.

"Clark! Put me down!" He does but was still smiling arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry, 'm just happy that you know it makes it easy for me now."

"Huh? Easy for what?"

That's when he gave you a kiss on the forehead causing you to blush he pulled away looking down at you straight in the eye.

"Easy for me to tell you that I love you Y/n." He gives you a tight hug you let out a sign hiding your face in his shoulder smiling.

You'd have to definitely thank Y/B/N after this!

Meanwhile somewhere in metropolis Y/B/N was sitting down eating popcorn watching The House of Dragon until they sneezed

"Is someone talking shit?"

#clark kent #superman #henry cavill #black reader #chubby reader #y/n #superman x reader #superman x you #clark kent x you #clark kent x ofc #superman headcanons #clark kent x female reader #henry cavill headcanon #henry cavill superman #henry cavill x reader

[haldenlith]

Family Ties

So, considering Astarion's an elf along with being a vampire, it means he potentially has family still out there, right? Definitely a House, given that he was a noble. This bit isn't a new speculation, especially given how young he is, by elf terms (around 239ish, give or take some indeterminate amount of years, since Astarion says nearly two centuries under Cazador).

My thing is, well... I'll start with the fact that he was a corrupt and power hungry noble (so it says in the artbook). It's quite possible that this is a "nurture" situation. What I mean is that it's possible that this corrupt and shitty mindset was inherited. What if he came from an exceptionally shrewd, domineering family interested largely in securing political power?

Him being only 39 and being in a position of some degree of power suddenly makes a little more sense. Before, it was incredibly bizarre for an elf to be out in society in that capacity at such a ridiculously young age for them, to the point that I didn't believe it when I read it (I'll admit I still wonder if it's an oversight or a typo on Larian's part). By all rights, societally, Astarion was a damn child by elf standards. BUT, if you're say... a family from outside of the illustrious Baldur's Gate, looking to establish a foothold in the mercantile city for your own benefit, why... the humans would be none the wiser. Astarion is very much otherwise an adult. He'd be young enough to be pliable enough to mommy and daddy's machinations. Hell, they could have easily been planning to play a long game. They could put him through some form of schooling there, to financing his being there in general, schmoozing and boozing with the other patriars and nobles of Baldur's Gate, at least until he was established.

Even though the artbook doesn't outright say he was a magistrate, I'm going to assume he was, given that it seems the elite in Baldur's Gate are generally politicians or adjacent, or very wealthy merchants. (Or the founding families, but that doesn't apply here.) So, once he became a magistrate, it would mean they'd have a foot in the door. All they needed was to trust that Astarion didn't muck it up. As long as he did his job, got cozy with the right people, kept the right families smiling, it'd be good. His weird flights of fancy and uproarious temper could be dealt with. He'd outlive a good chunk of the nobles anyway, given that Baldur's Gate is a majority human city, that also goes for its nobility. It's even possible that, given time, a century or two, he could work his way onto the Council, and then the Ancunin family could start pulling a few threads in their favor. It all depended on him being smart.

And that's where the Ancunin plot falls apart: Astarion's not smart. I'd argue that he's clever, but he isn't smart. We see that multiple times.

Examples: Being willing to hop into a deal with Raphael without considering the consequences (he sees the reward, not the fine print, basically). Approving of you setting off the trap in the Monastery to Lathander (which is extra hilarious when you consider he has special dialogue for dying to that). Wanting to interrupt the Ogre and Hobgoblin in the barn despite the risks, solely because it's funny.

(Honestly, I'd even count his attempts at seducing Tav. He didn't consider what that might entail or the very real possibility of catching feelings.)

This man is awful at thinking things through.

He's impulsive and filled with hubris, and that catches up with his living, not-vampire-spawn self in the form of The Gur. Sure, he probably wasn't personally out to get them (though it does seem that he buys into the racist sentiments of Society at the time), but whatever ruling he passed down probably meant he was still part of the ongoing systemic oppression against them, and he clearly thought of himself as untouchable enough to not have guards while enjoying all that being nobility in Baldur's Gate has to offer on the streets at night. He probably got too used to The Watch being there to protect him.

But money and influence make a poor shield against the physical danger of fists and blades, and a scheming Vampire Lord named Cazador, who was all too familiar with him.

All of this is to say that, when considering that little speculation of mine, it suddenly makes a little more sense why no one has been looking for him. It's quite possible that, while the Ancunin family may have mourned losing him, they may have also shrugged and just went back to the drawing board. They're elves. They can wait a bit and plop another Ancunin into Baldur's Gate high society, perhaps even farm some sympathy for their lost son.

TLDR: Summing all of that long ass rambling to say that it's entirely possible that Astarion has been a damn pawn his whole life, everything planned out for him. It might very well be a good thing that he doesn't remember much, and it might also be a good thing that they think him dead.

#haldie rambles #astarion #don't mind me I'm just spinning some theories #like I feel like high elves are not excluded from the “rich families tend to be shitty” rule #especially if they've at least partially assimilated into human society

[barbwritesstuff]

I just got and finished blood moon in one sitting, it was AMAZING!

I will always love werewolves and I think you did werewolves perfectly! Vicky is the best and it was quite the ride with her, so much happened, SO MUCH! (I nearly cried at a few moments with her, glad my run turned out I'm guessing as good as was possible ^^)

I loved all the characters, they felt very well written and I enjoyed them, I very much intend to replay and try other ROs, eyes are mostly on Marco at the moment X)

So many thoughts in my head, but they're so jumbled it's hard to get them out.

But, as much as I do want this to just be singing praises, I do have an actual question to this ask, so I'll leave the last praise as, the writing was hilarious at times, I genuinely laughed at a decent amount of jokes which surprises me, I feel like I don't often laugh out loud when reading unless it's really good! Anyways, with that, to the actual question!

Do you have any intention to make a sequel or anything set in the same sort of setting?

Sorry if that's an odd or rude question after this practically just came out, but I'd love to see more, if there's a plan for it ^^

I just love the characters and the way the werewolves and such seem to work, I'd love to see more, a thought that came to my mind was it'd be pretty interesting to play as an active stray, or maybe I just love angst and team past stray X)

And another question, how do you feel about fanfiction being wrote about blood moon, because like I said, I love werewolves and I love how you did werewolves, so I'd love to get some ideas into a story set in this story's world, if that's alright with you ^^

Sorry for the long ask, it was almost three times the length XD

Hope you have a good day/night and I wish you luck with whatever you make next, probably after resting since I feel like a lot had to have went into this!

This is so amazing. Honestly, getting messages like this makes my day. I'm so glad you liked the game, anon. 💙

To answer your questions:

I am very seriously considering writing a sequel, but it isn't something I can guarantee at this stage. I'm sorry for the vagueness, but I don't want to promise something until I know I can commit to it. I hope you understand.

And fanfic is 100% okay. In fact, I think it's awesome. Please, if you're feeling inspired, don't hold back.

[itzy0megaverse]

can you do a scenario where omega reader that is also a member of itzy asks to one of the girls to take care of her because she wants to have her first heat with an alpha and it just has to be them... pretty please? 👀 (sorry this got so long)

An : no worries for the long requests!! It helps me out more if anything!! And again... I'm not great with 6th member au's so... Just be aware 😖 also I decided to do this as a short reaction for each member. If you want a full blown scenario for a member send back another request for a specific member and I'll gladly make one 😊

Side-note : I'm going to write this as if the members secretly have a crush on you and that's why they accept.. It'd feel weird for me to write them just accepting for no reason... This is actually a really cute plot for a full blown storyline here.... 🤔 AND this could combine with the 'confessing feelings' reaction I've already done......... Thoughts and feelings are flowing through me......

6th member O!reader asking A!Itzy to take care of them during their very first heat

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : implications of smut, nothing actually happens but it's implied throughout, some of this is straight dirty talk though

*in this you and Ryujin are roomies*

Yeji

Yeji knew your fears. While she couldn't fully understand them as an alpha, she could at least appreciate and listen to your fears which she did on many occasions. You'd heard so much about how painful heats can be, how stressful they are, how people dread them and the fact you have to live with them practically your whole life... You'd never even had one before and they already scared you. As the eldest, you felt comfortable talking to Yeji about these things.

So when your first heat finally hit, you dragged Yeji back to your room and locked the door while Ryujin was out. Yeji knew from your scent immediately what was wrong and her eyes went wide. She didn't know how to help you. That was until you finally broke. "I want you to fuck me through this." Yeji's eyes went even wider. Her eyes darted round the room for an escape and finding none. You weren't even looking up at her, too shy to.

"I should explain..." Yeji's eyes landed back on you as you spoke. "I don't want to take suppressants cuz I'm scared they'll fuck up my hormones. You could masterbate but, honestly, I tried that just and it didn't help. The last option is an alpha...." Yeji swallowed on her dry throat. Her brain going in 2 different directions. Half of it thinking 'so why me?' and half of it still stuck on the thought of you masterbating....

"Please Yeji..." You beg, finally looking up at her. She really wanted to care for you. She really wanted to be there for you. She really wanted you. She knew she might regret this in the morning but she saw this as her one and only chance with you. Yeji remembers her last thoughts simply being 'fuck it.' before pulling your face straight into hers.

Lia

This isn't exactly how you'd imagined it. First heat suddenly rising while you were all watching a movie in the living room. In a panic you'd run back to your room (hopefully) before any of the other members realised or smelt you. You'd slammed the door shut and stood panicking for a few seconds with your back against the door but it was too much to handle.

So now here you were, lying on your bed, having ripped all of your clothes off, trying to relieve the symptoms yourself through your own touch. Its helping a little but isn't doing a whole bunch so you end up rolling round in bed a few times, knocking things as you go. A few more knocks as you move about before the door opens... The door opens?

"Hey, Y/n? Is everything ok? I tried knoc-" Lia's sweet, concerned voice broke through your ears as she steps into the room. Both frozen in shock of each other. Just staring before she spins, nearly headbutts the wall and apologises. "Oh.my.god.oh.my.god I'm so sorry. I should've knocked more or waited or someth-" "Lia?" You cut off her adorable ramblings.

"Close the door, please." You request. Too embarrassed, Lia just nods with her back still turned and goes to leave. "No! Lia...... Stay inside and close the door..." Her head snaps back to you in shock before she remembers what position you're in right now and looks away again. She just follows what you say.

"I'm in heat..." You admit. "I know...." She awkwardly responds. You pause, thinking up of a way to ask for what you want. "....I wanna know what it's like to have a dick in me........ and I can already see your buldge." Wide eyed, Lia looks down and confirms what you say. Her hands cover herself up as she, one again, begins apologising. You tell her "It's ok but... ermm.... Can I have it in me?"

Still not looking up, Lia thinks it over. Surely there's no harm in just helping a member out... It's not like she likes you at all... With her decision made, she reaches up and makes sure that (this time) the door is locked.

Ryujin

"Ryujin..." You tried stirring her. "RYujin..." A failed second attempt. "RYUJin!" This time you crawled into her bed with her and gripped onto her shirt. It was 3am and you were woken up by your own discomfort. Boiling hot. Fidgety legs. Dripping wet. Everything made worse by the fact you shared a room with an alpha that had her dark chocolate scent everywhere. You didn't realise how difficult it would be to resist her during heat. I mean you'd never had one before how would you of known? Instead of denying yourself though, you'd made the decision to just go with it and try wake Ryujin up so she can take care of you.

Tugging at her shirt and shaking it slightly, you whine out again. "Ryuujiinnn..." "Uuggmmm... What's the matter?" Finally, she stirs slightly. She doesn't have her eyes open and she doesn't move bar a little head shake but she's responding at least. "I..... need you..." You admit weakly. Ryujin rolls her head till its tilted your direction and tiredly opens one eye. "You... Need me?"

Feeling too embarrassed to explain, you just yank on the shirt still in your grasp until your lips are together. It becomes heated pretty quickly (as Ryujin wakes up and realises what the issue is) and you're sitting up together as she guides one of your legs over hers so you can straddle her. You wrap your arms around her shoulders and grind into her, unable to hold back. You want more but Ryujin's hands are on your chest pushing you away slightly.

Leaning back to look you in the eyes, she makes sure you want this. However, Ryujin's too tsundere to admit she cares that much so she disguises it as a cocky statement. "You n e e d me, huh?" Still grinding into her, you nod (yes) frantically.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong cared for you, she always did. Ever since you joined the group, it was like she found a puppy she had to take care of. Constantly asking if you're hungry, you need a drink, a massage, anything and she'll do it for you. It's to the point where one yell of her name will send her flying towards you at lighting speed ready to get you everything you need.

It happened again today. "Chaeryeong!?" You called out, one second later she's at your door. She steps in to find you pacing about clearly stressed out and the smell she's walked into tells her why. As always, she's ready. "Right. What do you need? How can I help you? I can go get anything you need and you can just stay he-"

She's halfway out the door already but you walk over, pull her back in and shut her inside with you. Gently, placing her against the door but having a death grip on her forearms, you talk. "You always help me, right?" Nervous, Chaeryeong nods (yes). "Can you help me now?" Soothingly, she answers in an instant. "Of course! You know I'm always here to help you! Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

Looking her in the eyes, you whisper. "What do you think I want you to do?" Seeing the emotion in your eyes, Chaeryeong knows what you want. She doesn't quite know how to respond but, before she really knows it, she slowly leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your lips. A kiss that's bound to get rougher as the night goes on.

Yuna

Being the 2 youngest members, it was inevitable that you and Yuna got along. Always sat next to each other. Always messing about. Always bickering. You both preferred to annoy each other rather than be lovey-dovey. That stayed the same whenever your heat was brought up in topic. Yuna making sarcastic jokes and lightly poking fun at you to make you feel better about them.

So, when you and Yuna were alone in the dorm because everyone had gone to visit family, and your first heat hit you, Yuna was right there with you. Right there with you, to tease you all the way through it.

You were sat gossiping in her bed when it hit and your wide eyes and scent told her everything. "Ahahaha!! It's happening~" Yuna taunts while pointing a finger at you. "Be quiet, Yuna." You snap, trying to get yourself comfortable. "Not when you're all~ grown~ up~ now~"

The rest of the day Yuna sits closer, smirks at you, whispers seductively instead of just talking normally, openly trying to get you even more worked up than you already were. The final straw was when you were stood at the kitchen sink getting yourself a glass of cold water and Yuna walks up behind you, reaches round to lean against the sink and pushes all of her front into your back.

Being so fed up and horny you just blurt your imagination out. "Yuna, for fucks sake! If you're gonna turn me on this much why don't we just have sex!" Shocked, she relaxes and moves slightly, not enough to free you completely but enough to let you turn round and face her. Now front-to-front, you stare into her wide eyes completely serious. "I know you're just teasing me to make this worse so why don't we just get this over with?"

"......You think I'm teasing you this much just to annoy you?" She leans in, lips gracing only. "Ever think about me doing this because I like seeing you all hot and bothered because of me?"

#omegaverse #itzy #itzy chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy lia #itzy omegaverse #itzy reactions #itzy ryujin #itzy yeji #itzy yuna #itzy scenarios

[sugarrspice]

{Warnings for: mentioned past gore, mildly unhealthy dynamics.}

Chase tilts his head back, shutting his eyes. The sunshine isn't nearly enough to penetrate the chill that settles onto his skin, but if he really thinks about it for a moment--

He can almost pretend that he can feel warm again.

The fog lapping at his feet curls into swirling eddies, and he wafts a foot through it, dismissively, without opening his eyes. The Quiet, in his opinion, had no fucking right to get all hissy; it got fed in the end, didn't it?

If vaguely-sentient manifestations of fears could be irritated, he imagines it would be. His face cools, and he doesn't bother to open his eyes; he doesn't want to see if the Quiet had decided to--

The cold edge of a blade settles at his throat, and Chase's eyes snap open.

Anti smirks down at him.

"I should've slit y'throat for comin' here in the first place," he says, in lieu of a greeting, and Chase rolls his eyes.

"Do you want me to thank you on my knees or the like? Because I can tell you, as far as pick-up lines go, that was your worst one yet."

Anti snorts, seemingly against his better judgement, but doesn't move the knife. That's fine; so long as he isn't actively trying to gut Chase, then he's in a good mood, and if Chase isn't stupid and doesn't set him off with something like blood, then they can both walk away.

He leans back in his chair, easing the pressure on his throat. He's not surprised that nobody's paid them mind; Anti may be built to draw the eye, but Chase's long used to gently parting the crowd's attention around him. It never fails to piss off the avatar, which is honestly only sweetening the deal in his eyes.

"Did you want something?"

"You're not in the position to be demanding," Anti tuts; he presses the knife down harder, and Chase leans back a little further. He doesn't want to have to end this with clearing out before Anti's bloodlust; that's just... a hassle, and he was looking forward to a nap in the sunshine. Woe is him, he guesses.

In the face of his irritation, the Quiet scatters, the fog lifting off of his bones. It always seems to do this around Anti; something about him sets Chase's teeth on edge, and makes him itch.

"You're the one interrupting my nap," he points out, bitchy as he knows how to. If Anti's going to piss him off enough to ruin his nap, he can return the favor.

Anti rolls his eyes, and finally sheathes his knife with an entirely unnecessary spin, hopping up to perch on the edge of the table. Chase thinks idly about flipping it to unseat him; decides it'd be too much work, and instead kicks at Anti's leg.

"If you wanted to be taller, you could've stayed standing. I didn't invite you."

Apparently ignoring his input in the entirety, Anti leans back, pinning him down beneath a surprisingly heavy gaze, dark eyes oddly thoughtful. The back of Chase's neck prickles, and he forces himself to meet it, staying as relaxed as he knows how to. "Tired of playing at the Institute's lapdog?"

Chase raises an eyebrow. Is that how they're playing this?

"Funny you say that," he says mildly, "given that I heard you got scruffed out of the Institute like a misbehaving pup."

Anti bares his teeth in a snarl, and the knife makes a reappearance, flickering between his fingers in a very present threat. Chase just smirks, fiddling with the leather cords wrapped around his wrist.

"Nobody's going to miss an upstart Lonely avatar," he warns, voice barely more than a growl. Chase shrugs.

"That's sort of the point, isn't it?"

Anti's knife thunks into the wood of the table before him, and Chase stills, carefully watching him.

"Cut the shit. What're you here for?"

"The world doesn't revolve around you and your homicidal inclinations," Chase says drily. "I literally wanted to get some sun. Simple as that."

Anti's scowl smooths out, and Chase watches his growing smirk with no small amount of trepidation- which, bad move, he realizes, moments later as Anti's pupil's dilate like a hound that's caught a scent.

"Oh, I'm the obsessed one?"

"By nature, you literally are," Chase starts, and Anti barrels over him without a second thought.

"You've shown up at my fucking apartment like a fucking omen of death, hours past midnight, and you keep running, like you're expecting me to chase."

"You do," Chase feels obligated to point out. If he's going down, Anti's coming with him, hand in unlovable hand. "You very much do. You keep showing up like you're expecting a chase. Making a very good case for a Hunt avatar there."

Anti doesn't really dignify that with an answer; he doesn't, for anybody. Nobody's got a clue about who he serves, and the last person who tried to force it out-

Chase remembers watching, dispassionately, as Anti had gutted the man from throat to pelvis, opening him up like a present.

Henrik's guessed Hunt. Jameson thinks Web-- ironic, really. Jackie guesses Desolation or Slaughter. So it goes.

Chase's long been content to stop guessing.

He props his chin on a hand, studying Anti. "I'm tapping out for today. Find your fucking meal somewhere else."

Anti grins, wide and toothy, the piercings in his lips catching the rapidly weakening sunlight. "Who said I'm giving you a choice?"

He considers this. Levers himself up out of the chair, slowly enough to not immediately set the other avatar off.

May as well enjoy the period he's got without the Quiet hissing in his ears.

"So long as you know you're going to have to work for it," he says, channeling a flippancy he doesn't feel- and that he knows Anti smells.

Anti's grin only widens, canines catching the light; that's answer enough for Chase to slowly back into the crowd.

(Anti will catch him. Anti always does, and it rankles less than he thought it would, blood warming long-cold fingers.

Chase wonders how long it'll be before Anti realizes he's been caught himself.

Chase wonders if he'll be able to outrun Anti, then.)

#a menagerie of fears #antiaverage #egoshipping #ego shipping #anti x chase #spice writes #A fic written based off of my sheer joy over the fact that it was pleasant enough to walk today without a jacket. #(It's not exactly soft; but I've also been itching to write something to get the restlessness out.)

[gkt-tummyaches]

hii, im just kinda curious so sorry if this is kinda annoying 😭 but what are ur thoughts on blossom x boomer?

blossoomer is… fine. i don't have any strong positive opinions on it but it's honestly just cus of the fanon tropes i see for it. 'nerd x idiot' is a dynamic i hate, and the various 'autism x adhd' that's been shoved down my throat is getting a little tiring too.

it's all pretty stigmatizing, and centering a ship entirely around those two facets is enough to just make me lose interest. i don't hate blossoomer, but i've definitely been put off it more than once.

factor in that in [my] headcanon, they don't even share friend groups, so there's not a lot of reason for them to overlap or get together. blossom and boomer are both characters i struggle to really match with anybody romantically, so there's that too.

i don't really have a lot to say about them, though, so this post isn't going to be nearly as in-depth as i try to explore other ships. sorry !

all that being said, i do understand the appeal of blossoomer as well. looking at it without my personal biases against fanon and headcanons, they're kinda cute.

they kind of give me ice cream parlor vibes at first ? like boomer would try to impress blossom with more traditional/classic date locations; the slow-paced ones where you walk around the boardwalk or the park, stop for a coffee or a lunch. inoffensive, not overly romantic or grand gesturing.

he probably is hoping to show blossom that he's able to take things slow. maybe worries about scaring her away.

a total misread of who she is, as by the sixth date, she's probably decided that a monster fight is a way to ramp up the pace a little bit. covered in guts and detritus and questionable fluids by the end of it, a little out of breath, but triumphant and grinning - and if boomer wasn't already smitten, well now he's entirely head over heels because wow.

there's an allure to put-together blossom turning out to be something of a 'dynamite babe' ? you kind of forget she's capable of levelling a cityblock when she spends so much time behaving as a regular, powerless citizen; focusing on her studies, her career path, very normal things that belie just how dangerous she can be.

boomer's a moth to a lamp that way.

the other side of it i think is blossom thinks boomer's just generic retriever boyfriend material at the start. it's not exactly the type of person she'd be satisfied in settling for, so she jumps them into action to see how he'll do.

he's… still kind of a retriever boyfriend. but it seems like after the little spectacle, something's broken down the barrier that kept him passing the boundary into truly engaging. it's like he had kept himself tightly-wound so as not to scare her away - and there's probably history in that, probably been shut down a few times before for being 'too much' - only to spring to life with this newfound reassurance that blossom can take it.

still think they have a healthy dose of respect for their own personal time. they're a couple that, when together, are buzzing with excitement. always in motion. it's surprisingly energetic and social for the both of them given how low-energy and nonplussed they appear to the world independently. seems like it could be fun ! i don't think they'd be equals; lowkey i see blossom kind of envisioning herself as a little above boomer, in multiple aspects. i think if boomer ever caught on, it'd be one of their biggest points of contention: that blossom doesn't see them on the same level. blossoomer also isn't a ship that strikes me as particularly long-lasting because of this. kind of a whirlwind romance ? flying so high until they plummet. messy breakup, etc.

#blossoomer #ppgxrrb #ppg #rrb #powerpuff blossom #rowdyruff boomer #blossom #boomer #ask

[mrssoapmactavish]

penny for your thoughts

content warning: mature themes, talk of death, gore, violence, mature language.

synopsis: flukey and ghost have a chat about the inevitability of the end. they make a promise that neither of them reach that point prematurely.

flukey is an oc.

in the words of her lieutenant, fuckin' hell.

flukey hadn't been this unfortunate on a mission since she was a rookie, back in days long past.

but alas, here she is, self-barricaded on the roof of a compromised building on a black-ops mission, a stab wound in her thigh placed in such a position that she'd need a bit of physical therapy and proper recovery to ensure she isn't limping for the rest of her days.

if she doesn't die on this mission, her mind curses, she'll be absolutely fucked.

a deep breath leaves her as she keeps one hand pressed against the make-shift bandaging she's used, the warmth of her life-giving liquid seeping out under her fingers, staining her skin.

"this is bravo 0-7, flukey, how copy?" there's the voice she's used to. the stoic tone of her manchester lieutenant, finally coming through. if there was a god, he'd be right stoked. "bravo 0-7, flukey, how copy?"

the aussie reaches for the walkie strapped to her vest, reaching and pressing the button, her voice much more strained than she would've liked it to be. can't be weak in front of your CO, eh? not when that bugger's taken more than a few bullets in front of ya.

"this is flukey, solid copy." is all she can get out, letting go of the button and letting out a deep exhale and a groan of pain, the last of the adrenaline having finally worn off, leaving her in nothing but agony.

"thought you were gone." ghost grumbles over the comms, making a soft laugh leave her trembling lips, fingers going to clamp around the button. "fuckin' nearly did, one of those cunts got me good."

there's a pause on the other end of the line, before a gruff little sigh leaves her superior. "keep those eyes open, fluke. give me some landmarks so i can find you."

"could just drop a flare, it's a fuckin' ghost town 'round here. what with how many squirters got dropped," flukey responds, a soft sigh leaving her as she feels her pulse start to fluctuate under the hand on her wound.

"that gives you away. landmarks, fluke." there's that tone again, the one that says 'i'm the boss man, listen to me or die.'

"shit, ghost, you're really pullin' me bum leg here," she jokes, though because it's met with silence, she sighs softly. "m'on the big skyscraper, one with the fuckin' thirty floors of windows. f'i look over the ledge, i can see a fountain, fuckin' city plaza."

another moment of her pained silence, struggling to keep herself both awake and grounded, until that voice chimes in; "was that so hard?"

"respectfully, sir, get stuffed." "glad to see you've got enough energy to get mouthy."

now that is funny, at least to flukey's blood-loss addled mind, too straddled with the impending possibility of permanent corpse status, so she laughs, unrestrained and pained, over the line.

"coulda used a big ol' shadow like you out there, lt. maybe it'd be a grave 'stead of this bullshit, got me bludgin' around. not sure i'll even make it outta this, sir." her mind is slipping away from herself, but her tongue is looser than ever– which is saying something, since she knows why bloody mactavish always gets her right hosed.

she can hear him in her head, right now. "flukey, if ye're gonna convince me you can knock back a few pints, ye've got to keep yer mouth shut 'bout it, steamin jesus, hen."

"you will make it out of this, sergeant. keep those eyes open. talk if you have to." ghost's voice is, quite honestly, the only thing keeping her fighting off that urge to just rest, close her eyes, let sleep swallow her whole.

"aw, ghost, y'gettin' all soft on me. not so much of an ankle biter now, am i?" "watch it, fluke. no one's here but us, no one'll know you died of strangulation." "takin' the piss, aye? here i was, thinkin' you an' johnny were a couple o'..." a cough interrupts her sentence, appropriately shutting her up, a satisfied rumble leaving the lieutenant because of it. can't have her insinuating he's getting busy with his sergeant, after all!

"aye, lt. penny for y'thoughts?" fluke speaks, voice soft and quiet, her eyes wandering down to the somewhat exposed skin around the gash, watching carefully as she eyes her fingertips turning a tint of white best left for ghosts made from sheets.

or the mask, her mind readily supplies.

"worth more than that," ghost grunts, entertaining her words, if not to keep her from retreating into the ending moments of her life, to see if everything really does flash before your eyes like they say.

"mm, how 'bout a pint then? pint for yer thoughts? and f'christ's sake, ghost, if i hear a joke, 'll fuckin' bury you out in the bush behind me house." she suggests, in no place or state of mind to be threatening the man willing to scale such a large building– likely not fully clear, to be plain– in order to save her.

"pint sounds fair," the man's voice rumbles, before he's quiet a moment. "entering the building. hang in there."

fluke isn't aware of how long her eyes close, though she's torn from the warm, loving embrace of death herself by the voice coming through her walkie.

"think you're not that lucky this time." "aww, bugger off." this is enough to get a rare, subtle chuckle from the lieutenant, M4 raised as he continues to sweep the building floor by floor, making his way up to the sergeant in distress.

"... think you're too young to be out here, dyin' on me." the man tells her, quiet honesty being enough to give the woman a small surge of confidence and keep her awake just a bit longer.

"so 've grown on ye, aye? cheeky. good on ye, finally gettin' in touch with your feelins', daft cunt." another laugh, this one bringing a ring of panic into ghost's mind, one that urges him to hurry the fuck up.

"think we make a deal, you and i." "yeh? what'ye want, my fuckin' leg? y'can take it, f'you get me outta here." "not quite. think we need to watch each other's back a bit more."

there's silence for a moment, flukey finally speaking up again. "sentimental. keep talkin'."

"neither of us dies out on the field. how's that for a deal?"

the prospect, especially when you feel so close to seeing your family up in the peaceful beyond, seems incredulous. though, even if it's a dying woman's wish, might as well humour him, one last time.

"...alright, sappy bugger. ye got yerself a deal." she answers, closing her eyes to rest again, the voice on the other line tapering off in the recesses of her mind, echoing like a bell in a clock tower.

it's not that much longer before her body, mostly limp, is lifted from the top of the roof by a rough brit who prays to a god long forgotten by him that the redhead makes it back to base alive enough that he hears about some shitty story of the outback.

#ghost mw2 #ghost x oc #cod mw2 #mention of soap #soap mactavish #mission gone wrong #mw2 #original character #angst #is this a suicide pact? #it's kinda fuzzy #flukey isn't that lucky after all #simon riley #simon riley is a good man #enjoy #a platonic ghost fic?? #who is this and why is she writing on my tumblr