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devestatedutterlydevestated · 11 months

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luo binghe makes shen qingqiu a fathers day gift nd sqq is absolutely mortified that after all theyve been through together lbh still thinks of him that way (but with all the shit binghe does he was also half expecting it ngl)

shang qinghua is absolutely devastated that his son didnt give him any gifts and is crying in the corner while his husband stands over him confused (and jealous) that his human wants gifts from junshang (later he appears in sqhs chambers w loads of gifts which sqh accepts after the screaming is over) (his king is so cute! but what are all the gifts for? oh well, qinghuas not one to look a gift horse in the mouth...mobei jun seems pleased anyway so he wouldnt want to ruin his kings good mood)

tianlang jun cant help but feel like something important is happening today but he cant be bothered to find out

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rosyblooom · 6 days

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not so perfect strangers | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x private fem!reader SUMMARY: after getting completely splashed by a passing car, y/n throws all 'stranger danger' warnings out the window and hitches a ride home.

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[ caption: OMFG THIS CAR JUST SPLASHED ME NOW I'M SOAKED😭😭😭 couldn't even see the driver ughh ]

[ caption: it's been almost 1 hr and i still look like a wet rat🙃 soo guess who's hitching a ride? (if i don't update within 2 hrs CALL THE POLICE PLS) ]

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yourusername "stranger danger" but not this one !! 🙂‍↕️

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yourfriend girl what- is this who I think it is???

yourusername 🤭🤭

yourbestfriend UHM DINNER TOOO????

yourusername messaging u rn girly🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

landonorris Again soon?👀

yourusername again tmrw? landonorris Again tomorrow. yourbestfriend what. the. fuck.

yourfriend pretty girl <33

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[ caption 1: mixing friend groups >>> ] [ caption 2: another day, another slay 🙂‍↕️ ]

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[ caption 1: lol ] [ caption 2: bye ]

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[ caption 1: this is awkward ahaha... how about we all just forget about my silly goofy little story FOREVER AGO pretty please😁 ]

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yourbestfriend "he's dead to me"🤡🤡

yourusername pfft tomato tomato right ahaha 😁

yourfriend folding after only 5 days is clown shit lmfao

yourfriend LMAOOO where did all that energy go??

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yourfriend Y/N STAND TF UP OMFG???

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A few months later...

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f1gossipofficial According to this picture sent to us by a fan in China, it seems Lando Norris has brought Y/N along with him for the upcoming Grand Prix.

The duo has been the subject of rumours and sightings together for a while now. Could this weekend finally mark the debut of a new wag?

They certainly appear close in the photo! 👀

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username just fell to my knees in walmart🧎‍♂️

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username i feel like she's stuck up tbh cause i've been requesting to follow her for almost a month now and nothing. like girl you're not that important please😒

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username aw that makes me happy to hear username she did the same for me in monaco 🫶

username she gives bad vibes...

username y'all say that about everyone omg stfu

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[ caption 1: entering my lucky charm era hmm?👀 ] [ caption 2: AHHH P2 OMFG!!!! SO PROUD OF U LAN ❤️ ❤️ (you're welcome also 😌) ]

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username rip lando's single era 😞💔

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username P2 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO

username ik everyone's been hating but I actually like that y/n's super private bc it shows she's with him for the right reasons :)

username right she seems genuine 🫶

username so proud of you lando 🧡🧡

username LAST PIC SHOULD BE MEEE

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dolene · 19 days

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GET BACK ON TRACK ; charles leclerc x reader

summary: after carlos's wedding announcement is everywhere and taking over your entire life, you decided to break the slump and getting back on track by moving on.

...★...

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carlossainz55 Carlos & Rebecca. 5.5.25

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username fuck. yncarlos shipper we lose

username We've been losing since day one, there is no winning. Only losing 😔😔

username MY SUN????? MY MOON???? Okay what kind of torture are you guys gonna get me for this week

landonorris happy for you, mate!

yourusername Happy wedding to the beloved couple!! I wish you the best years of love and a great future together ever after 💗

username NO Y/N DON'T PRETEND

username i feel sick

danielricciardo Congratulations, and don't forget to spare the wine! 😄

alex_albon Lily and I wished you both a joyful wedding and a happy life! Don't forget about Lando, though.

username another day another cry (for y/n)

charles_leclerc Congratulations to the happy couple! Glad to be there and watch the sweet moments unveiled.

pierregasly The two of you were looking so sweet together. I hope I can make a good uncle in the future 😁🤣

carlossainz55 It's far still away from that and you're already thinking of that is insane

lewishamilton Happy wedding day to the couple.

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yourusername Rats street avenue

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username SHE TURNED EMO 💀💀

username the impact of losing him is real

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username No captions just a pure masterpiece

username after seeing charles liking this, my feelings said something so gossipy

username mother's slaying again

username funny how i remember yesterday's bangs are still short

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yslbeauty Stunning as usual ✨✨

gigihadid I miss Australia and the photo booth

charles_leclerc 🤪🤪

yourusername What are you even talking about

username What is this silly ass interaction

username since when did he even being serious

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yourusername Gossiping with my new friend

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username Um is it gossiping about the whole thing with Charles?

username if it's real idk how to even react

username she literally said "i'll snatch your ex teammate"

chloe_stroll That red dressss 🫨🫨

username SHUT UP FERRARI LIKING

username girl it's over, she really going out with charles

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username OH NAWW IT'S REAL

username at least she moved on... (jumping off a burj khalifa right after)

username idk if i have to be happy or be depressed rn. but anyway congratulations for the HARD launch last night, enjoying it sm 💀🫶

alexconsani Ooooo Charles's gfffff

alex_albon I'M SAAAAFFFEEEEEEE

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call-me-strega · 10 months

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Dc x Dp Prompt #3: Of Apples and Academic Frenemies

Au where Jason and Danny are attending the same college course on mythology and classical literature and they are always getting into debates about the depictions of the characters and the historical context of stories and stuff bc the both have a different exposure to the myths. Like Jason knows literal demigods and Amazons but Danny knows Pandora and the Greek myth related ghosts plus time travel from Clockwork and the infi-map. The debates can get heated at times but the respect each others intellectual takes.

This creates a peculiar situation where everyone in the class thinks they are academic rivals who hate each other (except for the few with their shipping goggles on and sense the homoerotic tension underlying their debates) and are deeply invested in watching them interact like their own personal drama even thought at this point in time they are at best friendly acquaintances and at worst annoying classmates.

Jason rants to his family about his debate partner/rival bc he’s happy to have some who will talk to him ad-nauseam abt this stuff but also bc he wants to complain about how Danny's a “smart but annoying little twink who’s got some real audacity”. And while the batfam is happy that Jason is experiencing some normal life things like an academic frenemy they’d love to stop hearing about this guy's “smug fucking smirk” and the “annoying gleam in his eyes". They are worried that Jason will snap and beat this guy up for being too annoying. Well, except Tim who thinks Jason would rather make out with this guy than debate with him.

One day the course decides to do a big themed party/fundraiser to save up for a class trip to an excavation site of some temple ruins or something. Both of them volunteer for the organizing committee bc of the offered extra credit. This encourages the two of them to start seeing each other more and to hang out outside of their classes so the can work on event planning. Over time they actually become pretty good friends (Danny's presence filters Jason's toxic ecto and cures pit rage due to increased exposure. It was happening anyways as classmates but the close proximity sped up the process) and Jason and Danny develop mutual crushes on each other.

For the event they do, like an Olympic games style format and have people sign up in teams for events a couple of weeks beforehand. Anyone in any sort of classical/mythology related course can join and they opened the event for public spectating. They have a few traditional events like a foot race, long jump and chariot race. But the also have some silly ones like Medusa's Snakes, where they shove their faces into bowls of whipped cream and fish out gummy worms, Pandora's Amphora, where they stick there hands into a box/jar of mystery contents (grapes, slime, a live animal like rats or kittens, a bunch of glitter, soda, etc.) and whoever keeps their hand in the longest wins, and Gladiator Fights, where they try to knock each other into a foam pit with those foam and rubber jousting sticks and the such.

Neither Danny, nor Jason want to participate for fear of their physical/supernatural abilities being discovered so the both get talked into doing the emceeing and commentary for the events. They make a really good duo, snarking and bantering with each other, playing off each other's energy and providing fun commentary to the events. Everyone, including the batfam who came to spectate, is a bit baffled by how well they are getting along bc last they checked these two were rivals of a sort, mildly annoying at best and actively antagonistic at worst. However, they really seem to be enjoying themselves.

The last event of the day is a trivia contest, which they both decide to take part in and let someone else take over the emceeing. The final winning trivia question is "what trope was falsely understood as a marriage proposal or declaration of love by misinformed media, that was actually closer to a ploy of seduction and indication of sexual desire according to Greek texts" and the both ring in at the same time to say "tossing an apple to someone" and an tie for the win. They both go up on stage to receive the prize (idk a gift card or smth) and shake hands before walking away in opposite directions.

Then suddenly Danny calls out to Jason just before he leaves the stage and chucks an apple he seemingly produced out of nowhere at him. The apple has a note with the time and date of a dinner reservation on it and when Jason looks back up at Danny he see the slightly flushed boy tentatively smiling at him.

" What do ya say Jase? Will you go out with me?"

And instead of replying Jason just straight up kisses him in front of everyone. Everyone else is gobsmacked by this whole turn of events except Tim who's cackling his head off, screaming "I FUCKING KNEW IT". When the two of them break apart they grin at each other widely and Jason drags Danny of the stage presumably to go make out somewhere.

#dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dc universe #danny phantom #danny fenton #red hood #jason todd #dead on main #danny x jason #dp x dc #mythology #classical literature #getting together #dp x dc prompt #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

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creantzy · 6 months

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TODAY IS THE DAY‼️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY MY BABYGIRL MY POOPSIE MY BELOVED LITTLE EDGELORD MY WIFE MY LOVE MY ANGEL PIE MY BED BUG MY CRINGE LITTLE PRINCESS MY MUSE THE SOURCE OF ALL MY WET DREAMS MY DEAREST MY FAVOURITE LOSER MY PERSONAL JESUS MY PATHETIC WET RAT SO SILLY YET SO INTELLIGENT AND SO ATTRACTIVELY UGLY HE MEANS THE WORLD TO ME I WAKE UP AND THINK OF FYODOR I EAT AND THINK OF FYODOR I SLEEP AND THINK OF FYODOR I WASH MY FEET AND THINK OF FYODOR AND HIS LITTLE FYOFEET I READ AND THINK OF FYODOR I BREATHE AND THINK OF FYODOR I BREATHE FYODOR I WANT HIM I CHERISH HIM HE IS VERY PRECIOUS AND I HOPE HE HAS A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY BECAUSE I AM SO GLAD THAT HE'S ALIVE!!! (EMPHASIS ON ALIVE) !!

IN HIS BIRTHDAY’S HONOR I DREW HIM IN A SEMI REALISTIC ART STYLE, HERE'S THE PHOTO REFERENCE:

https://pin.it/7wsxpvh

I’M A LITTLE NORMAL ABOUT HIM

#bsd fyodor #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd anime #bsd #semi realism #art

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kisskiss-slashslash · 5 months

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Hii could u write Thomas Hewitt being scared for reader after Hoyt thinks she wants to escape but all she wants to do is go to town to get stuff for Luda Mae’s birthday 💕💕

Sure thing <3

Thomas fearing that his S/O might be planning to leave

He thought he got over that fear. After all, you have been living with the Hewitts for quite a while now, never leaving the house much. And you haven’t complained about it thus far, so that means you’re happy, right?

Then one day, he hears shouting from upstairs, and interrupts his work to see what is going on. You and Hoyt are fighting… again. Both of you are red-faced, glaring daggers at each other.

“If you think I’ll just let you go rat us out-”

“I already *told* you, I just wanna run some errands!”

“Like I’ll believe that!”

You throw your hands up and storm off.

Now Hoyt’s attention turns to Thomas. “Get your bitchy little pet under control or I’ll put it down, got it?!” And with that, he also storms off, slamming the door behind him.

Thomas stands in the empty hallway for a moment, caught completely off-guard by what just happened. Were you… trying to leave? Are you not happy anymore? Sure, you do butt heads with Hoyt a lot, but apart from that, you get along with everyone in the family. What reason would you have to want to leave?

Early the following morning, so early that nobody else is up yet, Thomas wakes up from the mattress shifting as you get up. He pretends to sleep; maybe you just need to go to the bathroom, after all. But your familiar, loving warmth does not return, no matter how long he waits. The sun is finally rising, and you are still not back.

Maybe you decided to get a headstart on chores? Today is Luda Mae’s birthday, he recalls. Yes, that must be it. There is no way you just left him.

Everyone else is still sleeping, but Thomas can’t fall back asleep, so he gets up and dressed, hoping to find you downstairs.

He finds himself disappointed. You aren’t in the living room, not in the den, not in the kitchen and not in the downstairs bathroom, either. His heart sinks, and he finally sits down on the couch. You are really gone, just like that. Grief tightens his chest, mixed with anger and a tinge of fear. Not only had Hoyt been right about you, but now you are long gone, and that means that the family is in grave danger.

He doesn’t know what to do. And while he sits there and considers his options, he hears the front door quietly open and close.

There you are, strutting back into the house as if you hadn’t been gone at all, with a big shopping bag dangling from your arm. You see him, and your face lights up. “Tommy! You’re already up! That’s great, I could use some help.”

Poor Thomas is hopelessly confused. Wait, so you *didn’t* run away?

You open the bag to show him its contents. There are balloons, streamers, a birthday banner, and a cake.

“For Luda Mae”, you explain. “I wanted to get it yesterday, but Hoyt was being too paranoid to let me, so I had to sneak out. Sorry I didn’t tell you; I thought I would be back by the time you woke up, but I did not consider how far the nearest 24 hour store is from here… So… help me put up the decorations?”

He feels silly for ever doubting you. You love him, and his family. You would never just abandon them.

#slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x reader

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husbandhoshi · 2 months

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[9:17 PM]

"no." you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. "nononono."

you thought the worst thing that could happen already happened—you discovered your favorite noodle place wasn't open today, and you were forced to make your peace with that. (albeit with tears. and utter devastation.)

turns out that didn't even scratch the surface of terrible, no good things that could happen today, because now, your roommate junhui is at the front door and he's the absolute last person you want to see today.

on any other day, this would be fine. good, even.

when you first moved in with junhui, you never expected to become good friends. really, you were just happy to have a place to sleep—at first, he was just some guy, and the fact that he was a medical student was a cool bonus.

that is, until you sprained your ankle going down the stairs four months ago. he wrapped it on the futon in the living room and then proceeded to keep you company for the rest of the night while you wrestled with an ice pack. it was then when you learned what it felt like to fall in love, hopelessly and instantly.

you hear him jiggle the door handle again. he likely forgot his keys, and you would let him in until you consider the fact that you look no better than a mole rat at the moment. you woke up this morning with a fever and a wicked headache, and neither of those have gotten better since then. you don't even think you've left your room yet today.

"please don't tell me you're taking a nap," he whines, muffled by the door. "i got pizza."

fuck.

you peel yourself out of bed and catch a glimpse of yourself in your vanity. not good. if you had a choice, you would want to greet him in something other than your two-day pajamas. unfortunately, your only option at the moment is slapping on some lip gloss and calling it a day, and it's now that you begin contemplating the absolute death of a possibility of having a shot with junhui. hot guys like him don't date mole rats, even if they're wearing lip gloss.

finally you reach the front door, resigned to your fate. maybe you really should get back on the apps, as much as you hate to say it.

"sorry," you say as you let junhui in. "i was in bed."

he's in his scrubs, stethoscope round his neck. he must have had a long day today, but he still smiles at you with as much warmth as always. it makes your heart actually hurt, as if you aren't feeling sick enough.

"i figured— 's ok. it's pizza time," he chants. "you eat yet?"

you hide your face as you grab him a plate. the answer is no (soup or bust was your earlier conclusion), but you don't want to risk getting him sick, especially after he spent a whole day in the hospital. it's then when you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning you around.

"hey, you good?" you're met with junhui's eyes, now squinty as he looks you over. "are you sick, or are you just happy to see me? 'cause you look warm."

"um." you swallow hard, feeling bare. if you knew you would be this close to his face, you would have at least run a comb through your hair. "i might have a teeny, tiny little temperature. maybe."

that's all you need to say. he immediately brings the back of his hand to your forehead, and if you weren't already doomed, you sure are now.

"maybe a little more than tiny, huh?" he chuckles. "let me get you some meds."

you like how he doesn't scold you for not telling him sooner or guilt you for causing trouble after work. you watch him rifle through the cabinets, muttering to himself about this and that, and you start to feel a little silly about worrying what he thought of you.

"take these," he says, putting a couple of pills in your palm before opening a water bottle for you. "and follow my finger."

you watch him draw a square with his pointer finger before he brings it in between your eyes so they cross.

"i-is everything ok?" you squeak.

"yeah," he laughs. "it's just cute when you do that."

cute?! you thank god he wasn't using that stethoscope on you, because he definitely would have diagnosed you with something right on the spot. instead, you take your meds, grateful that he didn't ask whether or not you had more than a tablespoon of water today (spoiler alert—you didn't).

you're still mentally scrambling to decode what he could possibly be talking about when he bends down to meet your eyes.

"you're lucky. it's not terminal." you try to fight the corners of your mouth from turning up at his incredibly lame joke, but it doesn't work—instead, you smile, and you watch him smile back. "but you should get some rest. i need you alive this weekend."

"w-why?"

you feel your stomach drop to your knees, even though that's anatomically impossible, and you're not sure what a heart attack really is, but you think you just had one.

he needs to stop looking at you like that, or you will do some damage.

"you wanted to go to that new restaurant down the street, right? i have the day off."

"you mean, like a d—"

"like a date." he hands you your water bottle. "i'm asking you on a date. now get some rest, okay?"

you feel like a walking skeleton as he turns you around to face the door to your room. you want to fall to your knees and jump for joy all at once, but you plan to save that for when your bedroom door is shut tight behind you. if the bedhead wasn't enough, acting like even more of a fool in front of him would definitely scare him off.

"i like the lip gloss, by the way," he hollers after you. "nice touch."

you turn back to glare at him, because now he's just bullying you. you wonder how long he knew about your little problem, which would be humiliating if you weren't so down bad.

"what? you love me."

but he's right. you do, you really do. and you guess he just might love you back too.

#this is actually. like im not a jun girl but this would send me straight to the morgue #anyway june i hope ur feeling better <3 #mine #junhui #junhui x reader #junhui x you #junhui fluff #junhui imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #rq

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Hi 🥰 can i request scenario where reader is paul’s sister and feyd’s wife who is all about honor and one day after feyd’s fight she tells him that he’s not all that because he doesn’t fight fare and is coward 😏

Rats Vs. Mice

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!reader

author's note: Feyd is so fine. That's all.

warnings: death, blood, house harkonnen, knives.

wc: 940

(Y/N) Atreides’ father, the Duke Leto Atreides, had a saying, “Respect for truth is the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.” This has always been something both him and his daughter lived by. Because there is no honor in a man who isn’t truthful. Most of the time she didn’t think of this saying often, since she had been surrounded by truthful men. But when she married Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen she realized just how much the Harkonnens lie. She realized the truth did also die with her father.

“Does he always fight this way?’ She interrogated her uncle-in-law as they were watching Feyd fight in the black and white light of the Harkonnen homeworld’s sun.

“Yes of course he does!” He quickly responded, feeling a little offended because of the criticism of his heir from his own wife, “What other way is he supposed to?!”

“I didn't mean to offend, my Baron,” she replied, realizing it was a bad idea to bad mouth Feyd in front of his uncle, “I’m sorry.”

“Silly girl,” the only thing that came out of the baron’s mouth after that was, “That boy killed his own mother.” (Y/N) continued to watch Feyd fight.

The way his arm moved through the air in a teasing motion. Like a cat drawing out the death of a mouse. It was complete cowardice disguised by an overconfident nature from many fights against drugged opponents. Drugged opponents who may just stand a chance against Feyd-Rautha. Of course, she did not think he was a bad fighter, just that he was a big baby.

The fight, of course, ended with all of Feyd’s opponents on the ground lying still and Feyd’s knife rising to the air to show the blood of his kills. Pathetic from a man who won’t even fight a sober man, (Y/N) thought.

As Feyd went back through the tunnel he came out of, (Y/N) turned toward the baron and asked him,

“Would Feyd ever fight against a man who wasn’t drugged?”

“Why do you ask this?” The baron asked suspiciously.

“I mean, isn't his birthday coming up? A good present for him would be fighting someone of equal machinery in a sense. You also need to test whether or not he would be good for Arrakis. I know you aren’t happy with Rabban.”

The baron just mumbled incoherently.

“Anyway, I must leave,” She said as she got up, “I have to see my husband.”

(Y/N) began walking through the tall halls of the fortress. Passing grotesque portraits and seeing the black and white fireworks coming from outside of the castle. The fireworks in celebration of Feyd’s victory. Even though it was dark inside the castle the fireworks did light it just enough to where you did not need a glow globe to transverse through the corridors. The air got more frigid as she continued to walk deeper and deeper to her husband’s room. Like walking into the belly of the beast. She got to her husband’s bedroom door and saw two guards outside of it.

“You can leave” (Y/N) said to the guards.

The guards just looked at her and nodded. Afraid of what she would or her husband would do if they didn’t listen.

(Y/N) opened the huge door to see her husband sitting hunched over on his bed. His feet firmly planted on the ground. His knife, still bloody, in his hands.

“I watched you fight today.” She said cooly to him.

“I know,” He said equally, “I saw you from the ground”

“Well congratulations-” She tried to get out before being interrupted by Feyd,

“What were you talking about with my uncle?” He bit out in a mix of anger and annoyance.

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” (Y/N) deflected.

“Don’t play coy!” He shouted and moved to stand menacingly in front of his wife, “I saw you two talking and then looking back at me. What was it!”

“You would be right, Feyd,” She responded, standing her ground, “We were talking about you.”

(Y/N) declared, “How much of a coward you are,” After saying this she could see the anger lighting up in the cold, black eyes of Feyd-Rautha, “How his youngest nephew only fought people who weren’t able to beat him. And how pathetic it is.” She spat at him.

“And would you know something, he actually agreed with me.” (Y/N) lied through her teeth, hoping that Feyd would not go and ask his uncle about it later,

“He agreed that it would be more entertaining if you actually fought people who stab you as easily as you stab them. Have a form of equal bloodshed.”

Even though his wife was still berating him, Feyd continued to look at his wife, the woman who was not afraid to question him or go against when it came down to speaking, and thought about how pretty she would be with her head on a spike. Red lipstick smeared on her lips and hair all messed up from the blade going across her throat.

“And do you want to know the worst thing about you Feyd,” (Y/N) continued to push his buttons, “any honor you have earned is false. The only animal one could compare you to is a lazy, house cat; who can only find entertainment in tiny mice, and can’t defeat the rats which actually pose a threat.”

“You lost all your honor the day you killed your mother.”

"What makes you think you know anything about honor? " Feyd retorted, "Your family is dead and mine is thriving."

#house harkonnen #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #dune pt 2 #dune #feyd rautha harkonnen

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year

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(Un)bearable

Pairing: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Enemies to lovers, kinda dom!Soap, rough, lil bit degrading but nothing horrible, use of the nickname "puppy"

Summary: Reader is new to the 141 and despite coming in hand picked by Price, Soap can't seem to get his head round the fact that you're on his team. Soon silly little arguments turn physical and well...there's more than one way to decide who's top dog.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

A/N: Happy haggis day folks! Hope you enjoy this lovely Soap smut.

-🧼-

When you first joined the unit, you and Soap took to each other like rats to poison. It’s not that you went into the 141 with a bad attitude or were looking to make enemies by any means - but from the first moment you meet John “Soap” Mactavish you can’t help but grit your teeth and hope that you get a chance to wipe that smug smirk from his face. Preferably with a blunt object, but generally by any means necessary.

It all started when you walked into a meeting room, ready for your first briefing as a part of your new unit and the only other one there was Soap. His legs were crossed and propped up on a desk, hands resting on top of head and smoothing down his mohawk. He was sitting there casually looking as if he was about to start a nap. It made you raise your eyebrows, but you quickly shook off your surprise and said hello, introducing yourself.

“Aw, eh…nice to meet you? Are you lost?” He frowned.

You blinked at him, taking a second to figure out what he meant. Was he teasing you? Was this some kind of weird hazing thing? Though, after a few seconds of silence pervading the stuffy little room, you realised he wasn’t joking.

“No?” You answer back, just as confused. “This is the room Captain Price booked out, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. Are you here to bring coffee or somethin’?”

You immediately felt your back tense up and suddenly all the dumb, slack jawed voices of recruits from your past flare up in your head, your body practically vibrating with anger. People look at you and they never assume very much, but when it comes to letting you loose in a fight they’re suddenly very glad to have you on their team. And after a few breaths to calm yourself down, you realised you’d have an opportunity to prove yourself later.

“I’m here because Price asked me to be,” you said sullenly, taking a seat as far away from the soldier as you could manage.

He raised his brows but he didn't question you further. Thankfully, he didn’t get a chance to. Everyone else started filtering in and taking their seats silently and Price stood at the head of the room, eyeing you and your lingering glare with his usual measured look. He knew that Soap probably pissed you off. Hell, you figured Soap probably pissed the Captain off most of the time.

It was when he finally introduced you to the rest of the team as “Sergeant” that Soap finally clocked why you were there for the briefing, and yet the Scotsman didn’t look embarrassed or even apologetic. No. His face erupted into a cocky grin and he would sneak looks at you every so often, measuring you up and looking like he was in complete disbelief.

When you were finally released from the meeting you could hear him and Ghost when they retreated down the opposite end of the hall. He didn’t even try to quiet his stupidity obnoxious voice, which was allowed unbidden, to bounce down the corridor like a waving red cape to a bull.

“Fuckin’ mind blowing that that is our new team member,” he laughed, “We’d be better working with Mickey Mouse.”

“Soap,” comes the Lieutenant’s voice, growling a warning.

“What? Aren’t you even a little bit shocked?”

“I’m sure Price took them on for a reason…Just fuckin’ leave it, alright?”

“…You’re probably right.”

Though, Soap didn’t leave it. He took every opportunity he could to rile you up, and that included fucking with your callsign.

You’d been out on your first mission together when he’d seen you getting into a tussle. Though just as Johnny had been about to step in and help, you’d managed to get a lucky kick at the guy's ankle and finally took him down when you regained your grip on your knife - Leaving Soap standing staring at you, gun at the ready with nothing to shoot.

“Get you, scrappin’ just like a wee bulldog,” he’d smirked, voice crackling over the comms for all to hear.

“Shut it, Soap,” you growled, already looking to fan out and move away from him.

“Ooft,” he chuckled. “You’re like one of those bad tempered ones, the little yappy horrible bulldogs. What are they called again?”

“Frenchies,” someone says through the line.

“That’s it. Wee frenchie, nippin’ at the enemy’s heels.”

You couldn’t tell who it was that provided the answer, but from then on you vowed that if you ever found out you’d pay them back for it tenfold. Soap had proceeded to tease you with it for the rest of the op and then, because everyone found your reaction so entertaining, it stuck. You were Frenchie for the rest of time.

As if that wasn’t enough, you got into some amounts of back and forth during missions, sometimes to a point that Price would threaten to bash your heads together when you got back. Though, it never deterred you both. It was like a horrible little game that you played, trying to one up the other and not lose control, a test of wills, a battle you waged privately. One that often ended in you going to sleep vowing you’d be the last one to see him through a scope one day.

On your latest mission you’d been traversing a small town one night, picking off your targets quietly and trying to avoid an all out firefight. You, Ghost and Soap were working your way through buildings like a vicious pack of wolves, picking off the men like mice. Occasionally you’d mutter through the comms link, but tried to stay off it, content to leave Ghost and Soap to their stupid jokes and chatter.

“What do you do when your doctor gives you a year to live?” Ghost asks, voice raspy as he steps away from a kill.

You sigh, knowing you’d be subjected to another one of the boys’ awful wisecracks. It was at times like those you thought of better days, days where you worked with people that didn’t clog up the comms with their shite chat. Days that you liked all of your teammates (or at least could go without wanting to seriously maim any of them)

“I dunno,” Soap replied in an almost whisper.

“You shoot them and a judge gives you fifteen years,” Ghost deadpans.

Both you and Johnny groan over the line, for once united in something. Ghost liked to tell truly awful jokes, though, had he told genuinely funny ones then it was unlikely you’d be alive to enjoy them much longer. You couldn’t afford to burst out laughing when there were still plenty of men out there in the shadows that would love to discover you and rain bullets like a monsoon.

“You’re awfully quiet, Frenchie. Still with us?” Ghost rumbles.

“Your jokes are just too funny LT,” you murmur, sighing as you realise the house you’re in is clear. “I’m laughing so hard there’s no sound coming out.”

“Cheeky cunt,” Ghost chuckles, disappearing for a moment until he speaks again. “You got anything better?”

“Maybe.”

“G’on then,” Soap urges you snarkily. “Give us your best.”

“Alright then…where’d Soap go after getting lost on the minefield?” You say, smirk dancing on your lips

“Where?” Ghost asks.

“Everywhere,” you whisper darkly.

“Fuckin’ hell, Frenchie,” Ghost snorts, covering the sound of Johnny’s sharp inhale.

They both knew you were thoroughly enjoying the mental image that swam around your head. It was distracting, but you think you still have your head on straight. You still managed to pace around the little dirt roads like a spectre, moving silently and unseen through the the dark purpling night. That is, you think so, until you’re about to be surprised.

Just as the guy was about to swing for you, he flew back and onto the ground with a thud, struggling as he let go of his last breath. The weapon he held in his hands is released as his body goes limp and it crumbles down the hill, kicking up a little dust as it goes. A piece of debris heavy enough that it would’ve bludgeoned you to death on first try.

“What's brown and bad for your teeth?” Johnny grins.

You groan quietly.

“The brick that was about to get smashed across yer smug. Fuckin’. Face. Frenchie.”

-🧼-

In the end you’d all come back from the mission alive. Despite the fact that you had to begrudgingly admit that it was, in part, due to Soap, you didn’t come back too sour. In fact you even joined drinks for once and sat with the team. It was nice to unwind together rather than laying in bed alone, head filled with all that you’d done and could’ve done better.

Though, after a few drinks and plenty of nonsense chat later you’d started to feel tired. The guys had gone from shouting and laughing up a storm to quietly chatting about this and that, going into ‘remember the time…’ stories that you had nothing to contribute to. With that realisation, you’d figured you’d just call it a night and quietly say your goodbyes.

You hadn’t really realised how sleepy you were until you’d stood up. It was only when you’d sluggishly taken a few steps that you felt a familiar heaviness descending over you, and resolved to get to bed as soon as you could, rushing to get out. Though when you’d shouldered your way out through the heavy wooden doors of the pub, you were greeted with an extremely unpleasant interruption to your plans. His smile and breath curled out into the cold air like a dragon's smoke, and he didn’t look like he was letting you go without a passing comment.

The mental warfare continues, you’d thought bitterly.

“You leavin’ already, French?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, folding your shivering arms around your middle.

“Figure I’ve had enough. What about you? I didn’t know you smoked,” you frowned, looking at the half smoked cigarette that was dangling in his hands.

“Social smoker. Ye want one?”

“Doesn’t look very social to me,” you smirked, gesturing to his lack of companions.

“Would be if you joined,” he shrugged.

You shook your head instead of replying - thinking better of continuing the conversation. You just wanted to head inside and roll up into your sheets, in no mood to deal with any more for the day. Escape the nicotine clouds that threatened to stick to your body and cloy at your throat, the thought of anything containing his breath sticking to you in any way was enough to have you wincing.

You were just about to walk away when he piped up again.

“Why is it we don’t seem to get on very well, eh?”

You stopped in your place and felt every fibre in your body shaking. Was he seriously asking that? You had about a million answers to his question, but most of all you just wanted to strangle him and tell him it was because he was incapable of shutting the fuck up and leaving you alone.

Even after the amount you’d drunk, you managed to summon some self control and stay in place.

“You’re annoying as fuck,” you said instead.

You had still had enough liquid courage that your social filter failed, however.

“What do you mean I’m annoyin’,” he laughed.

“I mean you’re the most obnoxious fucking dickhead I’ve ever had the displeasure of working with.”

Well apparently the beast was unleashed.

“Bit harsh,” Soap choked out, laughing out a gust of smoke.

“It’s true - you’re unbearable.”

He rolled his eyes at that, but his smirk remained.

“Fine, I’m an obnoxious arsehole…what’s that make you then, wideo?

“What about me?”

“Takes two to tango, doesn’t it? I’d say it makes you as ‘unbearable’ as I am.”

A rush of white hot fury flooded your veins and you marched back up to him, attempting to invade his space as much as you could bear. You met his gaze and glared up at him, shooting daggers and whatever else you could manifest. It’s on motherfucker.

“I’m not the one that called someone out for being unworthy before they got a chance to prove themselves. I’m not the one that constantly acts unprofessional. I’m not the one that picks on people for no good reason. I’m not the one-“

“You been keepin a list of grievances on me or somethin’,” he teased, cutting you off.

You growled and before you could even think, you watched yourself bat the cigarette from his hands like a feral cat and watched it fly. It arced through the air and landed with a bouncing finish, scattering red ash into the quiet wind. It took a second of silence till either of you did anything else.

“Childish much,” Soap snorted. “I’d rather be an arsehole than a little brat.”

You’d never whipped your head up so fast. Blood vessels you’d hardly been aware of before were boiling and your heart beat was in your eyes, it raced and pulsed and had you dizzier than drinking a bottle of vodka. All you saw was red. Soap had taken every opportunity to tease and push you and finally you’d decided he’d taken it far enough. In all your drunk wisdom you felt like this was your time to make a stand and show that you wouldn’t put up with it anymore.

With what you felt was a rallying warcry, you pushed Soap back and sent him stumbling, almost knocking him into the jagged bushes behind him, their leaves stripped bare from the winter weather. He’d huffed out a hiss, hand lanced through by one of the thorny branches.

“What the fuck!” He roared, coming to his feet again.

Suddenly it felt like all that anger really had boiled your blood, and it had unfortunately nullified all the alcohol out of it. The full withering cold of the night soaked through your skin and suddenly you were standing there sober, wide eyed and stupid, wondering what you’d do next. What could you do?

Fight or flight, a sharp edged voice whispered, echoing through your mind. The man had recovered quickly, and he was soon to make the decision for you. So, you went with what you felt was best for you and your kneecaps.

Flight it is.

You ran. Not even the road runner could have competed with you that night. It felt like Hermes had imbued you with power, you sprinted so fast that you practically flew back to the base on winged feet. Your lungs burned and your throat felt like you had accepted a smoke from Soap, but even so, with all pain you came to acknowledge once you were safely locked in your room, you remained unharmed.

And when the cramps in your thighs tangled through your legs and the full craziness of the previous events crashed down on you, you similarly fell to your bed; huffing out a massive Breath. This was one to deal with in the morning, you thought.

-🧼-

If only you could be so lucky.

You’d recalled thinking you could sleep everything off with a soundless laugh, and shook your head. It wasn’t happening. Instead, you were left staring at the demonic red numbers of your alarm clock with narrowed eyes. Apparently time had a way of slowing down when it came to the sobering mind. It could only happen to you, of course.

You’d woken up an hour later with a pounding headache and dry tongue, and even after taking painkillers and a decent glug of water you still remained awake and tortured. The scene of MacTavish falling to the bushes and shouting bloody murder at you was replaying in your mind like an old timey movie, static ringing through your ears as your anxiety tore through you.

You’d accused him of being unprofessional, and there you’d gone and shoved him like a toddler in a tantrum. Right after he’d called you childish as well!

You felt sick with worry, wondering if he’d tell Price, wondering what his revenge would be. You sighed and took a deep breath, realising you weren’t going to get any sleep. There were only two options once again, either you sat and suffered till you found out or you could face up to him and go apologise before he could dream up some particularly brutal revenge. Besides, you reasoned to yourself, even if you hated him and even despite the things he said - pushing him was a bit out of order.

Everything in you wanted to go for option A, but your need to get things out the way won over and soon enough you were in your sweats and baggy pyjama top, waddling down the halls.

The walk to Soap’s room felt like a long one, like a trek through the arctic. Every painful passing minute had you digging your fingers into your thighs and thinking better of your choice. You’d turned around to go back to your room three times before you reached his door. Even then, you took a minute before you knocked softly, fists coming down on the wood like soft paws.

The silence rang out for a moment, and you’d closed your eyes for a second, praying he was asleep. Though, as your unluckiness would have it, you’d heard someone rustling about not a second later. There were a few grumblings and noises more, before the door flung open and there stood a particularly surly John MacTavish, standing in his boxers and t-shirt with a face like thunder.

“You!” He groaned, running a hand through his splayed out mohawk. “The fuck do you want?”

“I uh…Came to apologise for earlier,” you mumbled awkwardly, mirroring him and swiping a hand over your head. “Sorry.”

You watched as he craned his neck and attended to a knot below his skin, hand harshly palming it while he thought over your words. Then, in your desperation not to meet his eyes, you found yourself casting your gaze downward and realised far too late you’d made your second mistake of the night.

His thighs had completely transfixed you, they were impressive laid bare like that, and before you were able to stop yourself you tilted your head and visibly looked from his thick muscles and further to the material of his boxers - coming to land on the half hard bulge that stood out from them. It wasn’t full-on morning wood, but there was something that’d been stirring there and now your eyes were glued on the sizable tent; and you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away.

Fuck, just how big was he?

You heard a familiar snort and looked up guiltily, briefly wondering if you’d be running away from Soap for a second time that night.

“Let’s review the situation here. You wake me up at three AM with your pathetic little knock and get me out of my bed, for what’s probably the worst apology I’ve heard in my entire fuckin’ life, and now you’re staring at my cock like a shaking bitch in heat. Are you for real right now? Do we need to drug test you?” he said incredulously.

“I am not staring at your cock like a bitch in heat,” you hissed, looking around you like a caught criminal. “And keep your fucking voice down!”

“What? You don’t want anyone finding out that you’re a pervert?” He laughed, leaning against his doorframe.

“Do you want pushed again?” you growled.

“Do you want to push me again?” He cackled. “Any excuse to get your hands on me, eh?”

“No! It’s not like that. I wouldn’t- I didn’t-” you fumbled, not allowed to continue.

“Didn’t what? Didn’t want to just come out and tell me the reason you like fighting so much is because you can’t get me into bed?”

You dropped your mouth open, gawping at his leering tone. You absolutely did not like fighting with him in order to do…that. Whatever that would be like. You’d resolved that he’d be an awful lover, a selfish one, he was so shitty to you he’d probably just take what he wanted and-

And now you were thinking about sex with Soap! Yuck!

Not that the thought didn’t stir something in you. (you’d tried to plead with yourself that it was burning - throbbing - hatred)

“Your lack of an answer tells me that’s a yes,” he chuckled, going to close the door.

A phantom force willed your hand forward, and soap soon stopped trying to close it when he realised you were going to stay resolute. Your hand was shaking with effort. You couldn’t let him win this encounter, you’d thought to yourself, you couldn’t let him have the last word. You couldn’t bear to picture him lying in his bed with his stupid semi, grinning to the thought of you sitting and stewing the rest of the night.

It wasn’t happening.

“It’s not a yes. And you wouldn’t even fuck me properly even if did allow you within an inch of me,” you said proudly, hoping to turn and be on your victorious way.

No such luck.

Soap grabbed your arm before you could go and pulled you into his orbit, having you practically feel the heat radiating from his chest. His brows were pulled tight and his eyes were darker than onyx, staring at you like a dragon before it breathed fire. You gasped and blinked up at him, suddenly realising you’d bitten more than you could chew.

“I’m a lot more than an inch,” he growled.

“Doesn’t mean you know how to use it,” you fired back, not knowing why you’d continued to push him.

Perhaps all the blood that was flowing from your brain and down below might’ve had something to do with it. Maybe it was the iron grip that had your arm feeling like it might crack in his unrelenting calloused hand.

“You’re bein’ a daft cunt.”

“So are you.”

“Do you actually want fucked?” he asked, a sly smirk escaping through his lips.

“Doesn’t everyone,” you replied, trying to deflect his question.

He bit his lip and looked away, peering down into the hallway and looking for any stragglers. No one was there, just the shadows, the frigid air and empty silence.

“If you want me to show you just how well I can use this,” he said, palming his crotch with his free hand, “then tell me right now.”

It felt like all the oxygen in the hallway had filtered out and your brain was floating lifelessly in your head. It had to have been for you to have answered the way you did.

“You can show me, but try not to cry when it doesn’t work,” you sniggered.

Soap nodded his head, releasing your arm at the same time. He looked the same way that he did whenever you challenged him in training, the same way he looked when he usually found a way to throw your ass on the floor. In short, you knew you were fucked from that gritted jaw alone, but you tried not to let it show.

“Get on the bed and sit pretty, Frenchie. Be a good dog,” he goaded, opening the door up wide for you to enter.

This was it, no going back. You had the option to turn and run, but your pride wouldn’t let you do it. You’d talked a big game by that point and you couldn’t turn around then. It was the same thing that got you into the 141 that had gotten you into Soap’s room - your stupid pride. (Although maybe it was the way he was looking at you so intensely as well). You gritted your teeth and did what you were told, trying not to let the little voice in your head that said you actually really wanted him to overpower you.

Not likely.

No, you’d do what he said, but only so it would speed the process up - you reasoned. Not because when he’d made the order his voice had rumbled deep with authority and the purr had run down your spine like a bolt of lightning. No, that wasn’t it at all, you thought as you’d sank down into his messy sheets and lay your hands back behind you. That wasn’t it at all.

“Look at that, wee puppy follows commands afterall,” he said condescendingly.

He shut the door with a harsh click and locked it, your last chance of leaving gone. You couldn’t bear the embarrassment of running out at that point. You were following through with it. Only because you’d said you would, not because of the tingles of anticipation running rampant round your body and not because Soap sounded hot as fuck when he was being demanding.

There was a force pushing you back, something unseen that made you lie back on the bed as Soap took torturously slow steps toward you. It felt like you were under a spell, unthinkingly sinking into the sheets and breathing in more of his scent, catching notes of him that you’d never thought much of before, gunpowder musk filling your senses.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, finally coming to a stop as he hovered over you, tracing his thumb over your cheek.

“Y-yes,” you said, voice wavering as you felt his warm breath on your neck.

“Then beg for it,” he smiled, cupping your jaw. “Say please Johnny, please fuck me.”

“Get fucked,” you sneered, shoving his arm away.

“Thought that’s what you wanted.”

“Not like that! I’m not begging you.”

“Oh yeah? You sure about that?” he asked, restoring his hand to your head and weaving his fingers roughly through your hair. “I think you will be.”

You were about to come out with another quip but it died before you could, suffocated as he planted his lips on yours and stole your breath.

He wasn’t like other guys you’d kissed, he wasn’t sloppy and his tongue didn’t flop around like a dying fish. He was sure of himself, he kissed you roughly, but not forcefully. A notion that maybe he knew what he was talking about before entered your mind, but only fleetingly as you found yourself fading out.

All it took was Johnny’s hands on your body and you were lost to static and floating clouds. One hand roamed your thighs while the other trailed up your neck ever so gently. It had you stretching to give him access and unknowingly you’d given him exactly what he wanted, because now he was refocused on your sensitive flesh, kissing your neck and sending it tingling like hot flames were licking up it.

“Mmm, poor little puppy. No wonder you’re wound so tight, you’re desperate for it,” he groaned.

“Mm?” you moaned, lost to bliss and confusion.

“There’s a wet patch soakin’ through your sweats,” he teased.

You froze, horrified that he’d come across it and tried to look for yourself, but you were stopped, stuck to the bed as his hard chest prevented you from getting up. Unstoppable force had finally met an immovable object, and now you were realising just how stoppable you actually were in the face of Johnny. Just how pliant you could be under his hands, the right hands.

“Don’t do anythin’ that I don’t tell you to do,” he ordered, whispering into your ear. “Just do what I say.”

You moaned pathetically, whining like the shivering dog he said you were, before you could fully stop yourself. He caught it - and your wide eyed expression.

“Except that,” he amended, laughing harshly. “You’ll do a lot of that.”

“And if I don’t listen to what you say?” you asked, voice shaking as you tried to reclaim some kind of authority over yourself (failing pathetically).

He yanked you up and had you sitting up facing him, manipulating your body the exact way he wanted; before he stared you in the eye and all but growled. His jaw tensed and untensed, and the heat of him burned into you like an explosion.

“What do you do with a dog that misbehaves?”

“You give it what it wants before it gets bored?” you tried.

“You grab it by the collar and set it right,” he growled, taking your neck in his big hand and forcing a commanding, but not choking, grip on it.

You whined, and before you could process it he was manhandling you again, this time throwing you face down on the bed and trapping you under his solid frame. His legs pinned you down and his arms were around your sides, locking you onto your hands and knees. Little whimpers were set loose into the room and soon Johnny had your sweats down to your feet and was yanking your top off of you, leaving you bare and shivering below him.

“Mm, you’re a pretty thing,” he growled appreciatively. “So soft too.”

He ran a hand down your back, doubling the frisson that lit your body like a bonfire and kissed all over your flesh while he rutted slowly against you. His hardening cock was knocking into your ass with deliberate harshness, and just the sensation of him through the material was enough to make you feel like you were going to implode. What you’d seen was only a fraction of what was rubbing against you then. You were sure of it now.

“Johnny,” you whimpered, humping the air and searching for more sensation.

“Yes, puppy?” he asked softly, planting another kiss on your back. “Want somethin’?”

“I- I,” your face burned with humiliation, you couldn’t believe you were giving into him.

“C’mon, just ask,” he said, growling your name - your actual name - into your ear like the devil himself. “Give into me.”

“Johnny, please fuck me,” you pleaded, shoulders sagging with defeat as you stared into the sheets with embarrassment. “Want you inside me. Please…”

“That all you got?” he asked simply, taking his hands from your body and shaking the bed as he fumbled with something behind you.

You groaned out and stayed in position for a second, trying to muster up the nerve, or break yourself down enough rather, so that you could find the right words. You licked your lips and finally, with a shaking breath, looked around your shoulder and met Johnny’s eyes, blinking your lashes like you were a professional.

“Want you to fuck me hard, Johnny. Want you to make me cum,” you said breathily, feeling your heart beating like a war drum. “Fuck me…Please.”

“Mmm, that’s my good puppy,” he purred, opening the bottle of lube in his hands with a click. “Gonna show you exactly what you get when you come to my door telling me I don’t know how to use my cock. Gonna ruin you for everyone else and have you screamin’ my name.”

You practically panted at that, wobbling on your hands and knees for a moment until he pushed your head down into the bed and kept it there, fastening his hand into your hair. The cold sensation of lube hit your flesh, dripping down your ass and sending your heart into overdrive.

This was it.

“Just lie there and take it…just like that…”

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HIII OMG I haven’t had a good laugh in a while until i came across your fyodor’s sis dating dazai hcs IT GOT ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR 😭 can i request for dazai’s sister dating fyodor if you’re up for it? fluff crack make it silly if you want i’ll enjoy anything from you for sure!!

"Dazai with a sister dating Fyodor!"

Sypnosis: Uh oh! Looks like Dazais one and only sister he grew up with is dating a rat who the entirety of yokohama is after!

Genre: crack, suggestive? (idk sth is wrong with me)

Warning: More blasting, bombing, terrorrist, rizz,

A/N: AHHH I AM SO HAPPY U ENJOYED IT- AND I AM MORE THEN HAPPY BCS I MADE YOU LAUGH !!! >.<

nahhh like brother like sister :/

NO BCS i feel like fyodor just wanted to temper dazai by using his ugly breedable charms on you

But it backfired terribly! (like his posture)

Though you were his one and oNlY eNeMyS blood relative he just couldnt help but flirt with you and perhaps ykyk do those romantic stuff ppl do

This is so ooc rn ;skull emoji 69x;

However you were extremly LIKE extremly careful to not let your brother know

You literly sneaked off the house as if you were sneaking inthe kitchen to cook a whole buffet at 3am!!

Except you were sneaking off to EAT a whole buffet😏😏

Even the rat himself helped you to sneak to his rusty ahh apartment

Wow! The first thing he actually did for others!!!!!

Honestly dazai would be chill though-

Like oh his sister is dating someone? welp sure! i have exes all around the city hope its not one of them though hehe...HeHe

FUCKING SLU--

You took the risk of rizzing fyodor up infront of him though like:

"I am crime, I am punishment" you: "I know something else you can punish :3"

Dazai woke back from the dead with em bones fish eye when u said that

AYYY DAZAI IN HIS MELANIE MARTINEZ "PORTALS" ERA!!!!1😍

When he find out though.....oh god hes going to give you that light skin stare, with his eyes turning into nothing but a pitch black void

like my soul-- OKAY THIS IS THE LAST ONE I PROMISE--

One day you met up with fyodor and you were so excited that you nearly threw his anemic ass to the ground

"Yaaaah fedya,!! we finally met! dont give me that face do u know how hard it is to come and meet you when my lazy ahh brother puts trackers on me!" "Malyshka, please calm down---''

All of a sudden u could hear shuffling which instantly cautions the both of you only for your eyes to be meeted with your brothers eye turning into nothing but pitch black like the face he gave when he saw mori

your getting grounded <3

"Out of all people...out of 8 billion people, sister😀" "I-i-i-i i can explain"

he then looked at fyodor with the ugliest angry face ever "YOU FUCKING RAT HOW DARE YOU WOO MY SISTER WITH FEHUYOUR UGFLY AHH RATUTILLIE NO RIZZ MANIUPULATION I AM GONNA BLAST YO-"

damn.. dazai become eminem

the shift mood between to u then to fyodor was so funny

LIKE YALL SAW THE ADVICE FYODOR GAVE TO DAZAI IN THEIR CELLS? THATS A BIT--- UM YANDERE??????!!

"BROTHER CALM DOWN I WAS NOT MANIUPULATED TF-" "THAT WONT STOP ME FROM MY MANSLAUGHTER ARC" "WHAT?--"

#siblinggoalsfr

fyodor honestly only glared at him with a smile that said "If they annoy you, go for their sibling"

dazai YANKED Your arm taking you back to you apartment and just stared at you as if you got a B in maths

uh oh...

So YEAH after hours of not being able to calm him down he finally accepted!

Dazai gifted fyodor a dead rat in a helicopter after he accepted you guys😍😍😍

No bcz i think u and nikolai would have matching energy--

Nikolai: "Dos-kun bites his nails!" You: "Real except he bites my neck!"

one day ranpo jolted up from his seat with fisheye and slowly turned to you as if you ate his (dead)mother

"Dazai Y/N, you did not..." "Oh yes yes i just did :3"

everybody was so confused like did you steal his snacks or sth???

"like brother like sister i guess...." -ranpo after finding out his bestie is doing unholy things to his enemy

JKJK-

Dazai acted so overdramatic omg- ugh hes so babygirl

"I still cant believe it... MY OWN SISTER DATING-DAT-DATING A STINKY RAT! Wait- WHAT IF YOU GET MARRIED???????!!!!! WILL YOUR NAME BE D-D-D-DOS-DOE RATVESKY?? sis you better let him take your name WAIT NO I WILL NOT SHARE MY NAME WITH HIM UGFYDUTYFE"

dramatic gossip girlie fr

like its literly like

"I took your victory😈" "I took your sisters viriginty😈😈😈"

i am so sorry-WAHHHHHHHHHH- *gets shot in the head by reader for being so dirty*

during gatherings, they just smile at each other protesting in their minds who can take care of u better while your in a chair rollin around and going :3

kuro kuro kuro kuroooo kuro kuro kuro kuro ding luro kuro ding~

until your silly ahh falls! :D

And its just a second of time to see who can cath you first-

Dazais going to turn your wedding into an arson commitment!

"Breaking news!, Depressed man who half the fandom slanders burns down his sisters wdding venue with soy sauce!"

Well... its a funky ride! but hey its fyodor

A/N: i know its short but i tried okay- ENJOY!! i love doing crack if i cant laugh or be happy i will make others happy!! <33

Divider crds: @nikolaismasquerade

tags! @silverbladexyz @riiwrites @chuuyasboner @heartsfourdazai @atlasnessie @atsquie @tojifile @biscuits-lovely-corner @darling--angst

#bungou stray dogs #sakira!#bsd #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai sister #dazais sister x fyodor #fyozai x sister reader #lol #bsd crack #dirty pick up lines

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Something to Fight For (series) (PART SIX)

Word Count: 5.9

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no age or physical descriptions)

WARNINGS: Super sweet!Joel Miller

A/N: This is part of a series (lots of angst, pining and smut ahead) Also despite Sarah's young age Joel is early 40's in this because slightly grey babygirl DILF Joel is the best Joel.

James is gone.

Gave his resignation Saturday night.

You find this all out from your boss on Monday, a stern man named David that only ever drops by to give bad news like budget cuts and when you don’t submit reports correctly. Today he delivers the news that James is gone, not even giving two weeks’ notice. You don’t bother ratting him out. You’re happy he gone from your life and now your work.

But now it's you at the office doing the work of two people for the salary of one.

The only boon is that you’re able to do this in a stunning and restored office with beautifully made cabinets that buttress the waiting area. Everything smells fresh and clean, the floors don’t make clattering noises when you walk on them, the walls are painted and the large window at the front has been replaced.

But you're exhausted.

When Maria invites you up for dinner later that week you almost decline. But then the topic of her chicken fried steak is brought up and you can’t say no. She can’t bake for shit, but damn can Maria cook.

“Joel is coming too,” she tells you with a concerned look.

“Okay.” You shrug at her, confused at her recalcitrance.

“I just don’t know where you stand with him,” Maria hedges. “One second he’s an asshole, next second he’s saving you from coke-heads.”

You laugh. “He’s good in my book.”

Maria is so thankful that you don't balk at the idea of Joel coming over with Tommy that you almost feel guilty for all the months you did.

////

Joel really doesn't like how much he thinks about you. He's frustrated that when he wakes up when the house is still and quiet that he no longer thinks about his day ahead; the errands he'll run, the meetings with new clients, what he'll make for dinner.

He still thinks about Sarah of course, that will never change. Dentist appointments, class parties, trips to parks.

But now you're there too.

You've managed to sneak into his subconscious. Things you've said to him. Like that shit about Michelle which he still feels weird about. Or the way you'd looked at him in his truck when he'd come to open the door. Or that cupcake you spent your own time and money making for Sarah.

You do so much for Sarah.

There's something magical about seeing his daughter through your eyes. The way you laugh with her and teach her and remark how clever she is, how kind. This immediate affinity you two had for each other. So strangely opposite to the first impression of you and Joel.

Once in a while when finishing up at a work site or having a beer, Joel has the same question run through his head.

What if you both hadn't suffered from that horrible moment in the parking lot? Would things have gone different? Would you be in his bed right now if they had?

He doesn't let himself dwell on that for too long. Because the fact of the matter is that's not what happened. You started out not liking one another and you are where you are now: unknown.

This unknown is what kept him from punching James for you. You're not his to protect even though everything in him screams an overwhelming need to do so.

It's like his world is a very small collection of his brother, daughter and now you and he doesn't know how to feel about it. It's unfamiliar ground.

He just doesn't know when you went from someone so annoying to someone he cares about.

///

Okay, so you thought that after your sex dream you would be fine the next time you saw Joel. You’re mature; it was just a silly dream.

Turns out, this is untrue.

Because when Joel has a meeting with a client that Thursday and you've come to babysit. Your heart lurches at the sight of him when he opens the door. This is the first time you've seen since 'the dream' you blush like an idiot when he greets you. It's just he's so tall and broad and. . . beautiful.

Can a man be beautiful? One so masculine with such strong features?

Yes, if that man is Joel Miller.

Get your shit together. It was a dream.

He chats with you a bit as he gets ready to leave, pausing when you mention James and how he's left the position. Relief floods Joel's face and he nods emphatically citing that hes glad you won't have to deal with that asshole anymore.

Sarah hears that one.

That night is a tough one. Not because of Sarah - she is as always, a darling child. Perhaps a bit grumpy with having to go to bed, but you wonder if that's just because you're so exhausted and haven't met her energy for the evening.

When you go back downstairs to lay on the couch you sink into it. You turn on the TV, some inane show with characters who shouldn't be married plays quietly. You watch it for a short time before your lids start to close...

...You hear your name being called softly, a gentle tap to your wrist and your eyelids slowly flutter open.

Joel is standing in front of the sofa, looking down at you with his hands in his jeans pocket. The room is silent; he must have turned off the TV.

It takes you one disorientated moment to realize you've fallen asleep on the sofa. Sarah is asleep in your arms, her tiny hand clutching a tendril of your hair like a security blanket. She must have snuck out of bed and you were so tired you just welcomed her into your arms.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you whisper in a voice thick with sleep. "I've been so tired this week, guess it caught up with me."

You shift Sarah up, making it easy for Joel to gather her into his arms. You wince as you realize Sarah still has a death grip on a chunk of your hair.

"Ouch."

Joel glances down and realizing the issue goes to loosen your hair from her sleepy fist.

"Sorry." He pulls your hair free, his fingers pausing over it before he lets it fan over your cheek.

Sarah makes a noise of discontent before he's rocking her in his muscled arms, making soothing shushes until she falls asleep again. You stare at this scene, feeling a strange warmth going through your body at the sight.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Huh?" You look up at Joel in confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me you were overworked?" Joel asks again in a soft rasp. "I could have rescheduled."

"I didn't want you to reschedule," you explain in a hush. "I wanted to see Sarah."

It's true. You love your time with that sweet girl in Joel's arms. Love how she giggles when you do the voices of the characters from her bedtime stories. Love how she eats your terrible cooking with gusto. Love how she plays with the ends of your hair when you watch cartoons together.

"Well the feeling is very mutual," Joel says with a soft smile, still swaying with her gently. "She never stops talking about you. Not even when I beg her to."

You weren't expecting a joke from Joel. You especially weren't expecting the broad smile that accompanied it, the kind of charming smile that shows you just why Joel Miller has women staring after him.

The joke and the smile surprise you into a warbling laugh that causes Sarah to stir in Joel's arms. You take that as your cue to leave, jumping up off the couch and grabbing the purse on the ground.

"I better go before she wakes up," you say bringing the purse over your shoulder. "See you at dinner tomorrow. G'night."

"G'night," Joel calls after you quietly.

///

Tommy bursts through the door the next night, calling out a cheerful hello to Maria as he enters the kitchen with a bottle of wine. He kisses Maria as she pulls the chicken from the oven citing that everything smells amazing. You’re setting the plates, waving to him as he calls a hello to you.

“Need help, sugar?” he asks Maria in that sweet way he has with her. You smile to yourself, listening to them murmur back and forth. Then there’s a knock at the door and Maria shouts for the visitor to let himself in.

Its Joel of course, replete with a dessert from the market. He sails into the kitchen holding it at his hip as if it’s a football. Your stomach jumps a fraction before you breathlessly you look around him, surprised not to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

“No Sarah?”

“Friend’s house,” Joel explains, holding your face in his sights as you come over to inspect the dessert. He tilts it down for you to see the market name and the flavor.

“Peach cobbler. A classic.”

“It’s not a homemade blueberry cupcake but it’ll do,” Joel smiles warmly at you.

You absolutely hate the jump your heart gives when that dimple of his pops out. His eyes slowly drift from your face back to his brother and the two of them dissolve into conversation about their company.

You go back to setting the table, sneaking one small glance at Joel in his jeans and flannel. That fucking dream is making your body thrum in a mixture of anxiety and heavy, heavy desire.

A short while later Maria announces that dinner is ready and everyone better get their asses to the table. You take the macaroni salad and bring it over with you to the table. Maria has prepared everything so beautifully. Maria and Tommy take a seat next to one another, leaving Joel to take the empty chair next to you.

For some reason this throws you. You had just assumed you’d be sitting across from him. It makes the most sense. Fuck Maria and Tommy and their insatiable need to touch at all times! Even now Tommy has his arm on the back of Maria’s chair, petting her hair as she talks about the ingredients she used.

You don’t hear anything. After that stupid fucking dream all you can do is focus on the man to your left. The man with the strong profile and broad shoulders. The man that brushes your arm with his as he reaches for the lemonade. You give a small choked ‘thank you’ when he goes to fill your glass before his own.

There’s something in the back of your mind, a little thrill that when you focus on it makes your stomach jump.

Does Joel like you?

No. Its southern manners. Stop being such a fucking idiot.

You still have the flowers he brought you. It’s been weeks and they have shrivelled away to nothing despite your numerous attempts to keep them alive. Maria commented on how dead they were when she came to bring you mail that’s been delivered to her place instead of yours.

“Oh I totally forgot about them,” you’d told her with a laugh. She’d offered to throw them away for you but you’d waved her off, telling her that you’d get to it.

You didn’t. They’re still there in the vase.

The conversation is flowing amongst you all, the wine is delicious and Maria’s cooking is just as good as it’s always been. It’s when the beer and second bottle of wine is opened that things go off the rails.

The topic of music is brought up. Such an innocuous topic. This leads into bands and singers and unfortunately into a part of your past that you don’t like to linger on.

“I miss going to see the band,” Maria muses over her wine, her face in a pout. “Tommy you would’ve loved it. Totally your style.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asks, and then as if that prompted a memory he turns to you. “You dated that musician, right?”

You can feel dual eyes on you, and you know that one pair belongs to Joel.

“Uh yeah,” you nod. “Paul. We were in a band together for a few years.”

Joel is twisting his fork in his fingers, betraying a level of discomfort with this topic. You wonder what it is that makes him so uneasy and you realize it’s the knowledge that the topic may turn to him and Michelle.

“You were in a band?” Joel’s voice is genuine in its surprise from beside you. You glance up with a nod.

“Yeah. Nothing fancy or anything. Just me, Paul and our friend Jack. Playing coffee shops, some bars, just for fun and a bit of scratch.”

“They were amazing,” Maria interrupts, knowing that you’d never brag about yourself. “She sings like a fucking angel.”

You wave the compliment off, terrified that she or Tommy are going to start chanting at you to sing. You don’t want to. You don’t sing in front of people anymore… you haven’t since you and Paul ended things.

Joel speaks in a slow rasp, his eyes still on his food. “Why’d you stop?”

“Well, technically Paul and Jack didn’t. They wanted to make it our job, go on tour, that sort of thing.”

“You never wanted to?”

“’Course I did,” you laugh. “And if I were in my early twenties maybe I would have gone. But I’m not a kid anymore. I wanted a future. A stable one… A life I could relax into.”

“A life you could relax into,” Joel repeats this in a murmur, as if the concept is new to him. “Huh.”

“So that’s why you and Paul split?” Tommy interjects, his own interest peaked.

“Yep. Never been super lucky in the dating pool,” you joke, feeling your chest flushing.

You know Tommy isn’t being rude, he’s just open and blunt. Maria however is searching your face, trying to gauge if you’re okay.

“This chicken is fucking delicious if I do say so myself,” she announces when you can’t meet her eyes. “And I do say so myself.”

You’re incredibly thankful for the diversion and you shoot her a grateful look. She responds with a sly wink. Joel makes a sound of agreement, chewing quietly.

“It’s so good I think I’ll have five more,” you announce, digging in for seconds. The group laughs at this, dissolving into conversation about the meal.

"Oh I almost forgot, that Chelsea chick from the new project keeps asking about you Joel," Tommy tells his brother after a pull from his beer bottle. “The blonde one. Was asking me if you’re single.”

He and Maria shoot an eager grin at Joel. Quiet, reserved Joel who stiffens across from you. Immediately you sober, turning your attention back to your dinner. You don’t know why but the thought of babysitting while Joel goes off with another ‘chick’ doesn’t sit well with you.

"Oh yeah?" Joel says uncomfortably. You feel his eyes slide to you and then back to his plate.

Why do you care who Joel Miller dates? None of your business…But does Chelsea know about Sarah? If she does, is she aware that she’s entering into a family, not just a relationship?

Stop. None of your business.

“I figure you’re dipping your toe back in the dating pool as it were,” Tommy says with a teasing smile. “So I told her you were single and lookin’.”

You watch Joel drop his fork to his plate in irritation. He’s fixing his younger brother with a burning scowl. “Why would you do that, Tommy?”

“But you went on that date with the girl from the Bison-“ Tommy defends, the humor drained from his face.

“And she was dumber n’ a pile a bricks.” Joel is sullen now, his mouth in a firm line. “Made me realize I have no intention of dating. Waste a’ time.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped.

Waste of time.

Wasn’t that what he had said the first time you met? That the date was a waste of time?

You’re so fucking dumb thinking Joel had the hots for you. That stupid dream has you all mixed up. You swallow the chicken in your mouth, but it’s tasteless now and goes down like thick oatmeal.

“Okay new topic,” Maria announces, seeing the animosity building between the brothers.

But it’s too late; you can feel the rest of the night is spoiled. Joel is nothing if not a grudge-holder and Tommy is nothing if not stubborn. Between the two of them the rest of the dinner is spent in tension-filled silence punctuated by you or Maria talking about the weekend ahead.

Joel doesn’t even stay for dessert.

///

"Hey, I just saw an ad in the paper. The reptile sanctuary is doing a weekend centered on exotic toads and frogs."

"Who is this?"

"I'm supposed to believe more than one woman is contacting you to tell you about exotic toad exhibits?"

You smile when you hear Joel's quiet chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"I wanted to know if I could come grab Sarah Saturday and take her," you say tentatively. You've never taken Sarah anywhere by yourself. "Soon as I get your go ahead I'm gonna get tickets."

The sanctuary is small and specialized exhibitions like this are few and far between. It's a unique event and you know tickets will be going fast.

"That's really nice of you," Joel hedges. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

"I wouldn't take her for too long," you promise. "I'd have her back before dinner."

"It's not that," Joel says in a way that comforts you. "It's just I already got her tickets for Sunday before they all sold out. I read the paper too if you can believe it."

Of course Joel would have already gotten her tickets. He's a great dad.

"Oh," you try not to sound deflated. You'd actually been looking forward to taking Sarah. Things were always so much more magical when seen through the eyes of a child. Especially a child who loves animals as much as you do.

You go to say goodbye but Joel is still talking.

"But I got three tickets," Joel continues. "Because Sarah insisted that her favorite babysitter would want to come."

Your face immediately breaks into a wide smile. A warmth that you cannot name or place spreads through your body.

"Well if Tommy isn't free, I'll happily take his ticket."

////

Joel didn't realize he was nervous until he saw you.

He'd gotten Sarah ready that Sunday morning, cooking her favorite banana pancakes, brushing her hair into a braid with a purple bow, helping her into her polka dotted shoes.

He'd buckled her into the car seat in the truck and sung along with her to an old song on the radio before he stopped for a coffee and a hot chocolate.

"You think your favorite person will want a drink too?" Joel had asked his daughter who nodded emphatically. He'd added a mocha to the order smiling softly to himself.

And not at one point had he been nervous.

If anything he'd been grateful Sarah would have someone else to gush about toads with. Joel wasn’t a stupid man by any stretch, but his knowledge was not in the wheelhouse of lizards and geckos and other things that crept and crawled.

You'd said you'd meet them at the gate of the sanctuary today so that's where he and Sarah currently stand.

Joel sips his own coffee slowly, thankful for the beverage after his sleepless night. He hasn't been sleeping well.

Sarah is holding your coffee in both of her small hands, looking around the crowded space for you. She wants to be the one to give you the drink personally. Sarah is besotted with you, she thinks that everything about you is worthy of remark. From what you do for a living ("she plays with doggies!") To the way you wear your hair ("isn't it pretty, Daddy?")

Joel thinks it's because you don't really talk to her like she's a kid. You're sweet, but you don't talk down to her. Joel also thinks it's because you're the first constant female presence in her life. That actually hurts Joel because he can't always give her that. You're a welcome surprise in that regard.

He's told himself for weeks now that this is why he likes seeing you, likes having you around. You make his daughter happy. Plus you're funny and you just care about everything so fucking much. People, animals, the environment. How can one person have that kind of capacity for care?

"There she is!"

At Sarah's squeaky voice he glanced up and sees you weaving through the crowd. All at once feels his heart lurch at the sight. Nerves he hadn't anticipated creep up along his body, causing him to inhale sharply.

He watches you, your eyes searching for he and Sarah through the throngs of people. Then he sees it, the minute your eyes land on Sarah and then move to him. Goosebumps break out all over his body the second you shine your smile in their direction.

Has your smile always looked like that? So warm? So... luminous?

"She's here!"

Joel hears his daughter shriek excitedly from beside him. He nods, unable to speak. Instead he's fixated on you, watching you move through the groups of people, whispering breathless 'sorry's' as you bump into them in your pursuit to get to Sarah faster.

It's like you’re spotlighted, colorful amongst the drab crowd. He watches your hair fan out behind you as you jog towards them, the sparkle in your eyes as you grin at them. He's ashamed that he also notices the way your breasts bounce under your light jacket as you rush over.

"Hey bug," you say once you reach her, dropping to a knee despite the dirty cement. Sarah holds out the coffee to you and Joel watches you take it with a smile.

"You got me a coffee?" you say as you take a sip, giving an exaggerated sound of delight. "Delicious. Did you drive here too?"

Sarah giggles as you take one of her tiny hands in yours. "Daddy bought it."

You turn your eyes on Joel and he feels his breath leaving him again. "Thanks, what do I owe you?"

"My treat," Joel rumbles, feeling strangely light headed.

"You already paid for the tickets," you say with a frown followed by a thoughtful look. "Guess I'll just have to treat you both to lunch."

Before Joel can insist otherwise you've started leading Sarah to the entrance of the sanctuary. Joel hands over the tickets and the three of you enter.

"Sorry I was late," you say over your shoulder as your hands are stamped with little frog images. "First bus was so slow. This mocha is so good, though. Thanks."

Joel feels strangely compelled to keep talking to you, but your attention is already back on his daughter.

"The last time I was here they had a blue gecko," you tell Sarah as you walk hand in hand with her through the cobbled pathways. "It had just had babies."

"Really?" Sarah's voice is tinged with awe. Joel can't stop marvelling at how you bring that out in her. Sarah is normally the one spouting facts, wowing everyone with her acumen. But with you she hangs on every word.

The rest of the day is spent much the same. Joel trailing behind you and Sarah watching as you engage his daughter. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but he wonders if people passing you by think you’re a family. It feels like that today. He doesn’t let his mind stay there for long. It’s a painful place to rest.

At one point you bump against him to double back and show Sarah a snail you'd overlooked. Joel had been standing close behind you, maybe too close. You bumped into him, your hand flying to his bicep to steady yourself.

"Sorry," you smiled, your hand moving to his forearm before your attention is drawn to the terrarium behind Joel and you began launching into a small lesson on burgundy snails. Sarah asks lots of questions and distracted, you continue to hold onto Joel’s forearm.

He doesn't shake you off.

You smell good. Whatever shampoo you use and he after a moment's consideration be decided you must wear perfume. Something deep and rich. He wants to lean forward and press his nose to your neck to decipher every note.

You must realize eventually that you're still gripping him and you pull back, telling Sarah that there's more up ahead to see. Joel immediately misses the contact, but he doesn’t admit that to himself.

Lunch is at the small cafe they have inside the sanctuary. A place with overpriced food given ridiculous reptile themed names. Joel immediately groans and you immediately laugh. You love the silly, unnecessary touches.

Joel gets the "snake pit" (a burger with spicy mayonnaise). Sarah gets a children's "snapping turtle and bug juice" (hot dog and iced tea) and you get the "leaping lizard" (chili fries) with a coke.

Joel tries to pay, extending his credit card toward the cashier when he feels your hand land on his. Its soft and warm and his eyes blow wide when he darts them to you.

"Nice try," you say with a smirk. "I told you I'm paying for lunch."

Joel smiles weakly, but his focus is on the warmth of your hand as it gently nudges his away.

As the afternoon comes to a close, Joel offers to drive you home afterwards but you have a scouting meeting with Alex along a familiar bus route.

Alex? Who the fuck is Alex? As if that James asshole wasn't bad enough?

For some reason this upsets Joel in a way that feels territorial. He wants to ask follow up questions, to see why you and this guy Alex are getting together on a weekend if you're just co-workers, but he knows it would be out of place.

You two don't talk about things like that.

"Is Alex your boyfriend?" Sarah asks bluntly. She's frowning up at you as Joel inwardly congratulates his daughter’s tenacity.

"God no," you laugh as if the idea is ridiculous. "No. Alex is a new girl I work with. She just got hired this week. She’s not familiar with this part of Texas so I’m showing her around."

Joel feels a wry smile tug at his lips but he hides it by rubbing at his mouth.

"Thanks for coming today," Joel says, his hand placed on the top of Sarah's head. "I know Sarah wouldn't have had half as much fun with her boring ol' dad."

"I really enjoyed the exhibit," you answer with what sounds like honesty. "Plus I got to hang out with my favorite girl."

You drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper and lean towards a beaming Sarah.

"Just don't tell Maria, She'll get jealous."

Minutes later Joel and Sarah are waving goodbye as you load onto the bus. As it pulls off the curb and Joel watches it lumber away, he's struck with the realization that he doesn't have to pretend to enjoy your company anymore.

He just does.

///

"You busy?”

It takes you a moment to register that it's Joel on the other end of the phone. "Huh?"

"Are you busy?" Joel's voice sounds amused as he repeats himself.

“No,” you respond breathlessly. Why is Joel calling you? Why is he asking you if you’re busy? The memory of that lusty dream goes into overdrive. “Why?”

"I wanted to run an idea past you that I had. About your work and uh, maybe Sarah and I could take you to dinner tonight so we can talk about it?"

This surprises you but you agree to meet at six in the front yard. You hear his truck rumbling up in the distance and you smile at the familiar sound. You can see Sarah waving wildly from the back car seat. You return the wave laughing at her enthusiasm.

Joel parks and gets out, coming around to your side as you put a hand on the handle. You give him a quizzical look as he reaches for your door handle and juggles it before pulling it open.

"It sticks," he reminds you as he holds it open for you.

Oh, you remember.

You nod, pulling yourself up into the cab and saying hello to Sarah. You can see that she’s dressed up for this, her hair in tight plaits and wearing a shiny purple dress.

“You look like a princess,” you tell her in awe. “I feel under dressed.”

“You look gr-,” Joel starts before faltering. “It’s not a fancy place or anything. Sarah just wanted to dress up.”

“So where are we going? Not the Italian place I hope," you say hiding a smirk by facing out the window. Joel chuckles loudly, a rich sound that feels good in your ears. It’s funny to imagine how so few months ago you couldn’t stand him and now you’re willingly going to dinner with he and his daughter.

It's a chain restaurant, one of those BBQ style places that still gives kids coloring pages and crayons to entertain themselves.

The silly crush is fading from you. You know it was just a culmination of stress and the way Joel was so kind to you. You know it was just a momentary infatuation and you’re so thankful you didn’t do something stupid.

You slide into the booth smiling when Sarah climbs up after you, settling herself into the plastic booster seat the server brings out so she can reach the table.

"You good?" Joel asks, wondering if you're okay being squashed between the wall and his kid. He feels guilty, like his daughter should be choosing him to sit next to and not you.

"Of course," you answer honestly. Even if you do look like an animal caught in a cage. This concept reminds you of your first awful blind date.

“When do you go hunting?”

"Huh?"

"When do you go hunting?" you repeat. “I realize I’ve never heard you mention it since that first night. And there’s no carcasses hanging around your house, thank God. I’m surprised because most people that-”

Joel blinks at you before you see realization cross it. A guilty looking smile crosses his features.

"You don't hunt," you say slowly. Joel shakes his head, smirking guiltily. "Why did you say you did?"

He shrugs, caught, chuckling lowly to himself. "Wanted to piss you off, I think."

You laugh loudly at this, recalling how awful that first meeting was. Sarah glances up at you two before going back to her coloring.

"And now?" you tease when the laughter subsides. "You still wanna piss me off?"

Joel sobers, the smile turning wistful as he shakes his head. "Nah."

"Good," you say resolutely.

You both watch Sarah color in silence before you feel Joel’s eyes slip back to you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why were you so mad that day?" Joel leans forward in his seat. "I mean, now I know you it doesn't seem like you're a 'scream at stranger in their car' kinda person."

Joel has a way of looking at you that makes you feel pinned.

"You never know, Joel. I'm a woman of many layers," you joke, trepidation seeping into your voice. Joel seems to sense this unease because he leans back and the topic is put to the side.

"So the reason I brought you to dinner is I wanted to run an idea past you. One that’s mutually beneficial."

You take a sip of water through the straw and raise an eyebrow in question.

“I know there’s nothing left in your budget for kennels, and I also know that you won’t let me pay you for sittin’ Sarah. So I’m thinking of an exchange of trade.”

“No way,” you shake your head, knowing immediately what he’s offering. “That’s way too much to ask of you. The cost of supplies alone-”

"I got heaps of extra lumber and supplies,” Joel interrupts, seeing that you’re trying to come up with excuses. “You need kennels; I need a good sitter for Sarah. You won't let me pay you and I feel weird about it, like I'm takin' advantage of you."

"You're not," you insist.

"Still," Joel frowns. "Can y- Will you just think about it?"

You nod and the topic is dropped as a server returns to your table. The food arrives warm and smelling delicious. BBQ ribs are one of your favorites and the cornbread melts in your mouth.

You watch as Joel takes Sarah's meal and cuts it into tiny pieces. As he does this he smiles at his daughter, listening to her talk about Toad and how he likes chocolate milk just like her.

Neither of you are expecting what she says next.

"Did my Mommy like toads?"

A strange look comes over Joel at that, his dark eyes fixed on Sarah's face. You see his shoulders are tensing even when he exhales sharply. You wait for the storm, the silence, the refusal of acknowledgement. It's strange how Joel's face can go from looking so hard to so sorrowful. It's in the eyebrows, you think. Or perhaps the way he holds his mouth.

But then he goes back to cutting her burger, keeping his tone light.

"Dunno if she likes toads, but your Mama actually had a pet turtle growing up.” There's a tension in his mouth after he says it.

Wait, did he just willingly bring up Michelle?

You sneak a glance over at Sarah. Her tiny hand is around her crayon but she's not drawing. She's staring up at her dad with eyes like saucers.

"Really?"

Joel is smiling serenely at her now, the tension slowly fading from his body. You watch enraptured as those same dark eyes go from concerned to warm.

"Yeah. She had one as a pet when she was a kid. S’name was… Donatello, I think."

It's as if Sarah knows that this is a huge moment. That if she presses too much her dad is gonna be just like a Donatello and slip back into his shell. So she smiles her secret smile and goes back to coloring. Joel goes back to his sandwich and you feel your heart burst in pride for this small step.

"Okay," you relent with a smile. "I'd like to do the kennels-babysitting trade.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll take a couple months,” Joel explains. “I’ll have it done by December, if that’s okay? Got a lot of other projects taking priority, otherwise I’d knock it out in a few weeks.”

“You take as long as you want,” you enthuse with a beam. “If it means I get my kennels I will happily babysit Sarah until she goes to college.”

Joel laughs at that and you join right along when Sarah shoots a look at you and asks: “What’s college?”

The three of you continue to laugh and chat over your meal. Sarah asks you to color with her and you can’t refuse her anything so of course you join in. Joel watches you two over his water glass, his eyes slipping over your smiling face.

At one point you glance up at him with worry furrowing your brows.

“You’re sure it isn’t too much doing the kennels for me? It feels like a big imposition, Joel.”

“We’re friends right? Friends do this sorta thing for each other.”

You relax into the booth at this smiling and nodding at him.

Joel Miller is your friend.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #fanfic #fanfiction #dad joel miller #joel miller #pedro pascal

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waitingonher · 1 year

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hii sweets!! can i request a percy jackson x child! of hecate reader? maybe reader is a witch?

percy jackson dating a child of hecate

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

content warning: nothing

word count: 835

author's note: hi! i love this request sm, children of hecate have a special place in my heart <3 sorry this took a bit. hope you like it :)

you + percy jackson = best couple ever!!

he is SO whipped for you, it’s insane. you could ask him to be your guinea pig for the new spells you’ve been working on, and percy would immediately agree. he trusts you wholeheartedly and knows you would never intentionally hurt him.

percy loves seeing you use your magic. it’s so alluring to him and if he could, he’d watch you practice all day. when percy sees how passionate you are, your boyfriend thinks he’s fallen in love all over again.

he is your #1 assistant!! whenever you’re working on some sort of spell or potion, percy’s always right there to help. it’s like he can read your mind. somehow your boyfriend always knows what you need because before you can even say it, he’s handing you the next ingredient.

“uh…” you quickly scan your work table while moving various jars and vials, “love, where’s the-” “the rosemary?” percy asks. looking at him, you realize that he’s holding the sprigs of rosemary you need, “oh yeah thanks.” you take the herbs from his hands and strip the leaves into the wooden bowl. percy comes up behind you, he snakes his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. he’s always intent on watching you work like this. turning your head, you look at your boyfriend, “percy?” “hm?” “how’d you know i needed the rosemary?” you question. percy shrugs, “just had a feeling.”

you two are constantly messing with people around camp!! with percy’s hydrokinesis and your enhanced ability to control the mist, you guys are enemies to the public.

one time a new camper had the audacity to make an off-putting comment about you to their friend. little did they know, percy was in ear-shot and heard everything. let’s just say, the next few weeks were definitely not fun for them!

your boyfriend was out there making their sinks and toilets explode. (chiron was not happy with the plumbing issues that ensued) you certainly had your fair share of fun, too. you had enchanted their hairbrush to do the opposite of its purpose; it only tangled their hair more instead of untangling it. seeing them around camp with their hair looking like a rats nest had you and percy on the floor.

percy will ALWAYS have your back. especially when people have negative things to say about your mother, he will defend you like no other. he hates the thought of someone judging you solely based on your mother’s choices.

he was not lying when he said his fatal flaw was loyalty!!

“how about me and you, plus the fireworks show tomorrow?” the girl offers. oh. percy thinks, maybe she doesn’t know it’s normally a couples event? he scratches his head, “uh, like as friends?” she giggles at his “cluelessness” and playfully pushes him, “no silly! i obviously meant as a couple, duh!” he takes a step back, “no thanks, i already have a date to the show.” “well,” she crosses her arms, “ i don’t see her.” percy points a thumb in your direction. her eyes widen at the sight of you on the training field, summoning multiple mistforms at once. “whatever. you aren’t even that cute anyways,” she says before frantically walking away.

foraging dates!!

when your supplies run low, you and percy take advantage of it and turn it into a cute little date.

when you two initially became friends, percy asked—practically begged—you to teach him how to control the mist. ever since then, you’ve become his teacher, and you're definitely a proud one!

at least once a month, you two have self-care nights. you’ll mix up a certain tea blend depending on what your guys’ intentions are. it’s one of percy’s favorite traditions that you guys have. you’ll also perform a little protection ritual!! he always has the best sleep on your self-care nights.

star gazing dates!!!!

your guys’ favorite kind of dates when you just need to decompress and relax. laying in percy’s arms while gazing upon the stars is your favorite form of therapy.

you sigh, melting into percy as he holds you tight. “long day?” he asks, smoothing out the blanket underneath you two. you nod, “yeah.” the chirps of crickets and croaks of frogs fill the air. the water below the dock reflects the moon and the stars; you notice they shine particularly bright tonight. percy interrupts the silence, “do you wanna talk about it?” “it’s okay,” you say, shaking your head, “i just wanna lay here with you.” you feel percy pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head. “okay. i love you y/n, i hope you know that,” he responds. you tiredly gasp, “no way. you only ever tell me like ten times a day.” percy chuckles at your sleepy attempt at a joke. a comfortable silence settles between you two. minutes pass before you break the stillness, “i love you too, percy.”

uncontrollably sobbing. i need a relationship like you two

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #percy jackson fluff #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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indigo-o · 10 months

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The Pet clown

Pt 2

I think we know who it's abt lmao

Nikolai gogol x reader PLATONIC

And some fyodor

Reader is a teenager

Tw impatient stuff depression, fyodor drugging, sleep deprivation, those annoying blankets they give at mental hospital even tho it's like -1 degrees Celsius if you know you know, talk of death, yandere fyodor, Manipulation from fyodor, Nikolai gogol, I think that's it so yeah

Angst/fluff

I wish you were here, this room is empty. White walls, heavy doors, thin white blankets, and chained blury windows.

This thin gown can't keep me warm. I know him. He just wants what's best for me. I guess that even means putting me in this room. This room to keep me safe.

Safe from me. No possibility of me hurting. I'm to sick leave this bed and to tired to talk. He says I'm helping him.

Im helping him cleanse the world of evil. So I guess if my pain will save the world I'll stay in this room.

Everybody else deserves to be happy and well so I'll hurt for them. If one death would save the world I'd die.

My body's purple now.

I hear a click at the heavy door. To my surprise it wasn't a anemic rat, it was his pet clown.

"QUIZZZZZ TIMEEEEEE! WHY AM I HERE INSTEAD OF DOS-KUN?! I THINK I HEARD YOU SAY CAUSE HES HAVING FUN! CORRECT!".

I looked at him. My eyes were heavy. But he did bring some color to the room. I smiled at him.

I opened my mouth to talk but I couldn't.

"Oh dove you still can't talk! I forgot! Dos-kun told me to take you outside to have some fun.".

He lied, either were not going to have fun or fyodor didn't tell him anything. Either way I was going to have to walk. I knew I couldn't but I was going to try anyway.

Fyodor knew If I could walk I'd escape from him. So he kept me physically, emotionally and mentally sick. I would have no choice to stay.

As soon as I got to my legs I collapsed, but Nikolai caught me.

"Silly me I forgot you can't walk guess I'll carry you.".

He picked me up as if I were a little kid.

"D-dont dr-rop.". I manged to get out.

"Oh dove I may be crazy but not only do we need you, Dos-kun would kill me, but I want to protect you from harm. Not like you can protect yourself in this state.".

I looked at him. Then laying on him. We proceeded to go through his cape.

We were in what seemed to be his house/apartment.

He went to put me down on his couch but he's so warm.

"Wait w-warm.".

He looked down at me.

"I guess we can go out later.". He picked me back up and took me to his bed. Laying me down cuddled with blankets, pillows and now a pet clown. I shut my eyes and finally went to sleep.

I woke up to Nikolai looking down at me.

"Am I a good pillow?". I realized how I was very much on him.

I nodded my head.

"You want to go outside for a bit dove?". He was using a soft tone.

He wasn't ever like this

Maybe because I'm a teenager but I don't know.

He got up "You slept threw the whole night, but the good thing is we have a whole day today and tomorrow, you know why?".

He leaned in close "I lied Dos-kun is away and he doesn't believe in your freedom so I'm here to show him that you're a good kid who won't run away. You see Dos-kun takes away your warmth so you can't sleep making you so tired that's why you slept for so long he wants you to be weak, weak without freedom. I'm here to give you freedom. To fly like a dove.".

He went to his closet and pulled out some clothes.

"Here's so clothes to wear so we're not caught. That sounds weird. I my dear am a very wanted person so I must look different and you can't really walk let alone the sun should hurt you eyes so if I were to be caught you wouldn't leave be caught up in it.".

What ever he said I guess.

I changed and so did he and he look pretty different

He picked me up and took me to wheel chair that he some how got, but I shouldn't question it.

He placed me in the chair and we Leigt looked like sibling going out for fun.

"F-flowers please.". I looked to him.

"You want flowers we will get flowers.".

We went to florist.

"Hi! What flowers are yall looking for!". She sounded very happy.

"What do you want dear?". Nikolai asked

While I could barely see I knew exactly what I want.

"R-rose and Lillys.".

"Of course dear I'll get right to that!".

The rest of day was amazing

I got flowers, yummy pastries and other stuff.

Who knew a deranged clown could be so kind. But at last we came back to his apartment/house.

He made dinner for us and helped me get to the bed. He tucked me in.

"Good night dove.".

I woke up

Back in the room

The room with white walls, a heavy door, thin blanket and blury chains windows. But now there wad a desk but with roses and lily's on top of it.

I heard the door click. An anemic rat with his pet clown walked in.

"You've proven yourself for now, you may keep your roses and lily's. Nikolai may visit you now and then. One thing. You may not regain full energy but.".

He stopped his words and Nikolais smile grew.

"YOU CAN HAVE A NICER BLANKET AND I CAN READ BED TIME STORYS TO YOU ONCE A WEEK!".

He ran over to with a puppy dog smile.

"Don't make regret this.". The anemic rat walked away throwing the key at the pet clown.

That was alot longer than I expected but I hope yall liked it!♡♡

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd x you #fluff #nikolai gogol x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai gogol #angst #yandere #Yandere!fyodor #yandere x reader

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allllium · 1 month

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Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

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