#this was not a prompt but i got the idea and ran with it ig

[p-taryn-dactyl]

way down we go (ii)

a/n: hi! I hope y'all enjoy this second part! thank you for reading!!

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): blood - Agatha is a bit crazy in this and reader shouldn't be as into it as she is - knives/guns - reader has a bit of a breakdown? I mean her wife is a serial killer so I think it's justified - not happy, not sad ending/neutral ig - I hope this is good

taglist: @tr333sus @getlostsquidward @our-blood-is-our-ink @nyx-aira

pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha

prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you.

The drive home was silent, your knuckles white on the wheel. Your eyes never faltered from the road, your mind on autopilot as you pulled into the driveway. You looked away from the house to gather your things, shoving your car key into an accessible pocket. When you looked back up, the hair on the back of your neck stood straight up, freezing you to the drivers seat.

In the front window, blocked by curtains stood the shape of your wife, her shadow seemingly staring straight at you. She turned and walked away, breaking the spell on you. You quickly got out of your car but before you shut the door, the gun sitting innocently in your passenger seat caught your eye. You hesitated before you quickly grabbed the gun, tucking it into the waistband of your pants, covering it with your jacket. You tried to casually walk up the steps of your home but nothing could stop your hands from shaking.

This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea You kept repeating to yourself as you unlocked the door, pushing it open and crossing the threshold, holding your breath. You let yourself breathe before calling out for your wife, desperate to appear as if nothing was wrong.

"A-Aggie?"

Internally, you cursed yourself for your stutter but your wife's response was immediate.

"In the living room, my darling."

You headed down the hallway, coming up with possible outcomes for how the next conversation would go. Nothing prepared you for the outcome you faced as you turned the corner.

Once more, you found yourself frozen, your back pressed painfully into the wall. Your wi- Agatha, sat in her lounge chair, legs crossed and holding a full wine glass leisurely in her hand. Her face was splattered with dried blood, her shoulder and arm the same along with scratches from when the elderly lady had fought back. But the sight of the very proof you didn't want wasn't what froze you. No, it was her eyes. The sharp blue bore into you, her expression stone cold. She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip, never once breaking eye contact. She only looked away when she set the glass down on the end table with a sigh and that's when you noticed it.

The knife.

Her fingers traced the blade before she picked it up, blood of the earlier victim still staining the metal. Your whole body was shaking, your breaths coming out in stutters, your lips wobbling from unshed tears. Agatha noticed this and in a split second she was standing in front of you, one hand cradling your face and the other holding the knife.

"My love, don't cry. There's no reason to cry."

Before you registered what she said, you found yourself melting into her palm, a sense of safety washing over you. But then you realized. And pushed her away as best you could.

"No reason?" You scoffed, tears now rolling down your cheeks, "No reason? You killed people Agatha! Innocent women who-"

"They were not innocent!" She practically roared, pushing away from you to stand a few feet in front of you, using the hand with the knife to point.

"They broke their families. They kept secrets from everyone and used their daughters as nothing but collateral!"

As she yelled, your mind connected the dots and you let out a sob, making Agatha pause to stare at you. You ran a hand through your hair, shaking your head as you started to laugh hysterically under your breath.

"This, all this, has been because of your mom?" You started out quiet then began to yell, "These women were not your mother! Their lives were not yours to judge, not yours to take! Your mother treated you horribly yes, but that is not an excuse for murder!"

Your voice cracked on the last word, like you were finally accepting your reality. Your wife was a serial killer, an unstable serial killer. And what's worse is that you couldn't find it in you to hate her.

In a flash, your wife was back to crowding you against the wall, the knife now at your throat, her eyes ablaze.

"You have no idea, none at all, what I went through! How dare-"

She paused at your hiss of pain and watched, mesmerized, as a drop of blood slid down your neck. Your eyes met and she watched as sadness, confusion, betrayal swirled. She relieved the pressure of the knife, leaning in closer. You cursed yourself as your eyes flickered down to her lips. You barely saw the smirk before her lips crashed against yours, desperate and possessive. It was a tidal wave of emotions, Agatha desperate to hold on to you and you were saying goodbye.

It ended when your phone rang.

Agatha pulled away. You made eye contact before you pushed Agatha with all your strength and ran. You ran through your house, towards the bedroom, very aware of your wife chasing you. You made it to the room, slamming the door open and using your body weight to keep the door shut, even the lock started to budge from the force of Agatha's pushes. With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and answered it. Darcy's frantic voice filled your room.

"Y/N? Oh my god Y/N, it's Agatha, it's your- Oh my god, you need to get out, I already sent cars, they're on their way. Y/N? Y/N!"

You struggled against Agatha on the other side of the door as she became more aggressive with Darcy's words.

"I'm-I'm okay right now Darcy, I'm going to be fine-"

The door broke down, sending you flying to the floor, sliding across it as you phone fell from your hand. You clutched your sides in pain as you watched Agatha pick up your phone.

"Goodbye, Ms. Lewis."

You could hear Darcy's panicked yelp before Agatha hung up. She turned to you, head cocked to the side as she took your lying form in. She started to walk towards you but you remembered your weapon. Too quick for either of you to understand, you had a gun pointed at your wife. Agatha practically skidded to a halt, her eyes radiating hurt. You pulled yourself up, now standing, never wavering in your stance.

"You would shoot me?"

Agatha's voice was small, almost scared. It almost fooled you, almost tricked you into lowering your guard and your gun, forgiving your wife of all her sins and finding a way to escape before the cops showed up.

But then your mind replayed the crime scenes in your head. The one from this morning fresh in its brutality. The slit throats, the methodically cleaned rooms.

You swallowed down your tears, voice wavering as you spoke.

"You don't give me another choice. This is my job, Agatha, to catch people like-like you. Did you think I would never find out?"

Agatha blinked as she finally showed an ounce of remorse. Not for her victims, for the relationship with you she killed.

"That was the plan."

Her words made time stand still around you, the sounds of sirens muffled as you stared at your wife, who didn't make any move to run as cops flooded into your house. As they handcuffed Agatha, you saw her eyes break away from you to someone at your side. Jimmy gently and cautiously took his gun from you, holding onto you as you collapsed into his arms, sobs wracking your body. At the sight of your crumpled form against your friend, Agatha started to fight against the handcuffs. The officers pushed her out of the room and you followed, watching as she was shoved into a car. Before the door shut, you caught her mouthing words at you.

I love you.

The tears wouldn't stop coming as you fell to your knees on your doorsteps, your body shutting down as you became silent.

All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare but you knew you were stuck, this monstrous reality holding you hostage, striping you of your happiness.

It wasn't until the cars pulled away and your street went silent did you realize you were alone.

And alone you would now stay.

a/n: ok idk how I feel about the ending but this is last full fic of this AU! im not saying I have other things planned but im not denying it either. hopefully you enjoyed this and stay tuned :)

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #serial killer!agatha #forensic scientist!reader #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha x reader #agatha harkness fanfiction #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x y/n #agatha harkness x female reader

[eunchancorner]

You said Ler!Bob prompt? I am here to deliver!

Instead of eating his arm, Bob has another idea for our favorite dorky vampire.

We got some more big brain prompts here, guys! I’m thinking this might take place in my Tickle Cult AU, so yeh :> Also I should have expected to get two prompts for the Streber scenario, just didn't realize i'd get the second WHILE working on the fic

Ler Bob, Lee Streber

Warning: cussing ig??

Word count: 1136

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“Now, get inside, and get scared!” he told two kids, one dressed up as a skeleton, the other as a pumpkin, who ran inside the haunted house with enthusiastic giggles. Steber loved his job. He loved kids, he loved Spooky Month, he loved Halloween. And every year, he was in charge of the haunted house, with all of it’s attractions, his friends working as his scare actors, the greenscreen mirror he had made all by himself! He was proud to call it the hauntiest of houses (no matter how stupid Kevin called it, it didn’t matter, he could tickle him until he admitted it was cool anyway).

He adjusted his costume a bit, trying to be sure he looked his best before he heard the stairs thud heavily behind him, his brain immediately going to Another potential spook!

He turned slightly to see a man dressed as a red devil looming… almost ominously behind him. He wasn’t sure why something felt wrong but he pushed it aside. After all, it was the very day of scares and spooks, so surely he’s just a friendly devil, right?

“Hello, little devil fellow! Would you like to get scared?” he greeted enthusiastically, his smile as wide as ever. He noticed the person had a smile that was even wider.

Maybe he’s just excited?

“Did you know that rib meat is the sweetest meat on the human body?” he drawled out, his voice deep with a slight country accent. The strangely morbid fact put every sense of Streber’s on high alert, as he turned to face the man full, who stood up to his normal height, now towering above the poor vampy boi. The ravenette nearly shrunk back into himself.

“... what?...” he got out, very unnerved by this stranger, a pit of dread settling in his stomach. Suddenly the stranger grabbed him by the arm and lifted him to meet his eyes, bringing him a solid foot off the ground. He was aware of everything at that moment. The slight breeze chilling him more than it should have, the tight hold the gloved hand had on his wrist, his legs dangling uselessly, but most importantly, the huge smile and nearly deranged eyes staring back at him. At that moment, he was nearly sure he’d been caught by some kind of psychotic serial killer.

When that face changed from an evil grin to a smirk, he wasn’t sure what to feel. Scared? Slightly relieved? There was something about that smirk that made him think he wasn’t about to die but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Until he felt something.

A soft poke to his side, not quite much, just enough to get him to let out a soft squeak. But he guessed by the fact that the pokes started to repeat, especially around his ribs, that this was the reaction the stranger had been searching for. Suddenly Streber recognized the look. A ler smirk, almost identical to the one Kevin would give him before absolutely destroying him with tickles. And sure enough, the squeaks caused by the soft sensations that left his ribs buzzing with a new, ticklish energy were slowly turning into quiet giggles. His ribs weren’t too bad, unlike his neck and shoulders, but they were still ticklish nonetheless. 

A sudden, light scratch at the space between his ribs jolted him out of his thoughts and made him curl up with a much louder squeak. The odd devil started tracing patterns along his ribs, occasionally scratching just enough to tickle way more than Streber thought he could be ticklish there.

Oddly enough, Streber didn’t feel the need to push this guy away. After all, he obviously wasn’t going to hurt him. Maybe this was his odd way of making friends, and besides, it was just tickling, and it was fun! Of course, that didn’t stop the rest of his body from trying to curl up and hide.

His giggles climbed to laughter as the clawed gloved started gently kneading at his ribs, causing him to kick a bit to dispel the ticklish energy starting to fizzle throughout his body. His free arm clasped tightly to his side as though expecting the hand that was holding him up to join the attack as well. What happened instead, however, made nervous excitement fizzle inside him.

“I think it’s time we checked on that fact I told ya, make sure it’s still true~” the much taller spoke, and before Streber could even try to remember the fact or figure out what the heck he was talking about, he was being held under the arms and raised even higher. It took a second for him to process, and that second was all it took before there was a sudden, soft, way-too-ticklish-to-be-legal nibbling at his ribs, bringing his laugh to a near cackle. He kicked and finally tried to fight back, pushing at the man’s head with his now free hands.

“WAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEASE!!” he got out around his laughter, his head had already been fuzzy from the soft sensations and now it was buzzing, his whole body filled with a wildly ticklish energy that made the tickles feel like they were spreading to his armpit and side.

“Wait for what, lil vampire?~”

“IHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

“Well, I’d think so, I am ticklin ya after all~”

He had no idea how much longer it lasted, but, finally, it stopped and he was set down on the porch of the haunted house. The strange man went inside, leaving the poor little vampy nerd to sit outside and recover, still giggling and pink-faced and panting.

After a bit, the two kids from before came back out, and, of course, they saw him. The skeleton kid came up to him and gently shook his shoulder.

“Hey, mister, are you okay?” they asked in unison, and Streber nodded a bit.

“Oh, hey, I think I know what happened!” the pumpkin kid suddenly piped up.

“I do too! Did someone tickle you?” the skeleton kid asked, and he nodded before he knew it.

“Did the tickler hug you or give you candy??” He shook his head.

Suddenly, he felt two little hugs around his arms, and then a few pieces of candy plopped into his lap. Before he could get up the breath to thank the kids, they were already waving goodbye and heading down the street.

He looked up as he heard that familiar thudding and saw the very man who had tickled him senseless just moments before, and once again, before he could ask anything, a water bottle landed near his hand. He took it and unscrewed the cap, drinking it slowly and sighing in relief, finally cooling off. He looked up again to see the man was gone yet again.

Hm, what a strange man.

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Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#eun writes #sm #spooky month #sm streber #spooky month streber #sm bob #sm bob velseb #spooky month bob #spooky month bob velseb #sm tickles #spooky month tickles #lee!streber #ticklish!streber #ler!bob #bob velseb

[random-fandom-lesbian]

Ronancetober day 2

Aight here it is I guess

I don’t think it’s great I’m half asleep rn but then again so was I on Saturday and I still got compliments on that so let’s go ig

Todays prompt was vampire/warewolf

“Nance…”

“Look, I’m sorry!” Nancy apologised for the tenth time “I have to take Mike to his stupid Dungeons and dragons club because our Dad’s car broke down”

“Hey, I get that, but I really just think I need someone to be with me tonight”

“Then call Steve! You know he’d drop anything to come hang out with you” Nancy replied, a hint of aggression showing in her voice.

“I can’t.”

Robin seemed to have her mind set on that fact. That was strange, Nancy thought. Maybe this was something that Steve couldn’t talk about.

“I get it, you want to have girl talk? Is something wrong?”

“No!” Robin snapped back, too quickly.

Nancy huffed. “Fine, I’ll get Dustin’s mom to drive him” She resolved.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Normally she could practically hear Robin bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet and the goofy on her face, but now it felt more serious, like she was… relieved.

When they had first met, Nancy had found Robin’s over abundance of energy and seeming lack of common sense or grasp of social norms irritating at best, and straight up infuriating on the few occasions that it had managed to land one or both of them in trouble, but as they got to know each other, Robin’s rambles about whatever topic was on her mind had grown endearing to Nancy.

She listened in awe to the steady stream of anxious words coming from the phone until Robin ran out of breath and decided she’d had enough. The pair bid their farewells and Nancy put the phone back down on the receiver with a grimace.

……

Nancy trudged up the drive to Robin’s trailer just as the sun was beginning to disappear, and the final rays of sunshine reached out above the horizon, staining the sky scarlet and amber.

She was dripping wet from the rain and shivering from the cold. She rapped slightly too aggressively on the door and it opened in two seconds flat for her to be confronted with a very not-ok looking Robin.

As Nancy stepped into the house and shrugged her coat off, she noticed that Robin, upon closer examination, actually looked awful. She had deep bags under her eyes like she hadn’t slept in a week, and her face was pale and sickly, her forehead gleaming with sweat.

“Hey… Nance, erm, let me get you a drink, do you want coke?” Robin made much more of a show of being a host than normal, as she took Nancy’s coat and, after hanging it up, ran towards the little trailer’s kitchen area.

“Hey, are you ok?” Nancy asked softly, grabbing Robin by the wrists and pulling her in.

“Yeah, yeah, fine” Robin went to return to the kitchen, but Nancy tightened her grip and before long Robin felt herself being led to the living room to sink down on the couch.

“Are you sure? You were rambling on the phone earlier, and not in a good way, like, worried rambling”

“Well, I-I was just… relieved that you wanted to come” Robin looked focused on looking anywhere but Nancy’s eyes.

“Nancy, can you just tell me, is it a full moon tonight?”

Nancy’s eyebrows screwed up in confusion, but she earnestly gave Robin her answer.

“Yes, but why-“

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! This was a bad idea, you shouldn’t have come, you need to go,” Robin was off the sofa, pacing around the room, her breathing heavy.

Nancy stood and walked over, grabbing Robin by the shoulders, and turning her so they faced each other.

“Robin, you really don’t look well, please just tell me what’s wrong!”

At that moment, Robin’s eyes opened, and she stared at Nancy full of fear.

“You need to run” she whimpered, before falling to the ground, Nancy guiding her onto her hands and knees, still desperately grasping her shoulders.

A piercing cry left Robin and echoed around the small apartment, accompanied by a ripping sound. A low growl grew into another strangled scream, and Robin’s shoulders under Nancy’s hands were growing enormous amounts of hair. By the time Nancy had stumbled back into the wall, the other girl had almost doubled in size, and the hair on her back looked more like fur.

Yet another scream left Robin, followed by a strangled “RUN!” in a voice that Nancy didn’t recognise. The sound of it jolted her into action, leaping over the couch to get to her friend.

When she got there, however, Robin was gone. And in her place stood a wolf, standing on its hind legs. A warewolf.

There was a moment of stillness. Nancy tried to keep calm, but her insides were desperately churning, her brain shouting a million questions, and every one of her most primal instincts were telling her to get the hell away as fast as humanely possible. But she couldn’t just leave. She stared into the creatures eyes, examining it. Everything about this was alien. Apart from one thing: its eyes. It had Robin’s eyes.

The wolf- Robin?- shifted its weight slightly, and Nancy’s jumpiness got the better of her, she flinched, just a little, but it was enough to send the creature charging towards the closed door, slamming its full, gigantic weight into the flimsy structure. Nancy knew it wouldn’t hold another few hits.

She raced to the kitchen, desperately looking for anything that could help her, brain running overtime, and by the time she got to the fridge she had formulated a plan. A terrible, stupid, last minute panic plan, but a plan nonetheless.

She grabbed the biggest cut of meat that she could find, which happened to be a leg of lamb, and turned it towards the wolf still hurling itself at the door. The minute she turned around, wolf-Robin was pounding towards her at an unnatural speed.

Nancy, with all the power she could, turned around and threw the leg of lamb through the air and into the neighbouring bedroom. Like clockwork, the wolf charged right past her after the meat, and the second it was in, Nancy threw the door closed, locking it. She heaved the sofa in front of it, blocking the way with the much sturdier wooden door.

As the gravity of the situation finally dawned on her, Nancy flopped down on the sofa, now facing the door behind which she had just locked Robin. As a wolf. Robin was a werewolf. Werewolves were real. And Robin was one.

She sighed deeply. She couldn’t think about this anymore. She was just so tired. A fog gently clouded her mind, and before she knew it she was asleep.

……

She awoke to a scratching sound. That was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was that she wasn’t in her bed. She was on a sofa. The third thing she noticed was that she was still in her clothes. And then it all came back.

“Oh my God, Robin!” She sprung off the sofa and hurriedly dragged it away from the door, flinging it open to see what had happened. She half expected it to have been a dream, but instead she was confronted with the same towering form as yesterday.

The beast looked a lot less threatening in the light of the rising sun, and Nancy had chalked its heavy breathing down to animalistic rage, but now it finally clicked. Robin was scared.

“Hey… Robin?” Nancy said, testing the waters by reaching a hand up to touch Robin’s arm. Her fur was a lot softer than she expected, more like a domestic dog than a pack wolf.

Robin slowly sunk to her giant knees, which equalled their height, and Nancy took this as a sign that it was working. She dragged her hand up, adding the other until she was standing with her hands on Robin’s shoulders. She cautiously took a step closer, and the wolf in turn flinched, but didn’t run.

Nancy, step by step, gently and slowly, eased herself into a hug with the giant form, whose heaving chest was beginning to calm down.

Nancy felt the wolf start to shrink, and the thick fur that covered it’s back began to fall out in Nancy’s hands, but when she tried to pull away, the iron grip that Robin had on her kept her in the tight embrace.

Robin’s face gradually became more distinguishable as the wolf’s muzzle re-formed into her nose and mouth and the long, predator’s canines reverted to human ones.

Nancy’s heart throbbed, her head buzzed with a swirl of emotions, but seeing her friend shivering and naked on the floor made her stomach drop. Nancy went and grabbed a blanket and gently wrapped it around the taller girl. Nancy finally steeled herself to talk.

“Robin, what- wh… I- I don’t-“

“I’m so sorry Nancy, I didn’t know, well I kinda of knew, it felt like I was going to turn tonight, I think my instincts got thrown off by us being in the upside down, and I really should keep track of the moon cycle-“

“It’s ok Robin. As long as you’re ok, that’s all I care about.”

“Really?” Robin said quietly

“Yes, you’re the person I care most about in the world, your safety is my number one priority, always. And I’ll be there for you. Through all of this. And I could help do some research about how to help it be less painful, or-“

Then Robin did something very unexpected. She reached up from her kneeling position on the floor to cup Nancy’s face, and gently pressed her lips to the other stunned girl’s.

Nancy’s stomach did somersaults. Robin’s mouth tasted of meat but her lips were smooth and gentle. Nancy knew that they were meant to be together. And as the two girls pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes, all they could do was laugh.

#ronance #stranger things 4 #ronancetober #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #nancy stranger things #robin stranger things #werewolf #werewolf robin buckley

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Reindeer Games: A Hunt Family Christmas

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Baby Hunt]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Other Characters: Felicity (F!OC), Vincent (M!OC), Bogart (dog) Book: Red Carpet Diaries Word Count: <600 Rating: General: no warnings/Family Fluff Prompts: @choicesdecember2022 heart, @choicesholidays "I’m so glad we found each other", @choicesflashfics "Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things"

A/N #1: Art in header by @/artbyainna (IG). See the full image here. A/N #2: This is a rewrite of a fic from a few years ago. Original here.

Synopsis: The Hunt family has some holiday fun.

“You look lovely, sweetheart.” Thomas smiled, admiring his daughter's new holiday dress. 

“Thank you,” Felicity giggled, shifting her body side-to-side as the red plaid skirt fluttered around her. “You look like—" She pressed her little hands to her lips, trying to contain her laughter. Felicity turned toward her mom, standing in the doorway, who nodded her encouragement. "You look like you got ran over by a reindeer, Daddy!”

“What?” Thomas barely got the word out before his son came barreling into the room wearing his new reindeer onesie pajamas. 

Vincent charged toward his father, the bells on his antlers jingling loudly, ensuring a surprise attack would be impossible. He ran at his dad, who pretended to tumble over when his son collided with him. 

“Got you!” Vincent hopped on Thomas. “Look, Daddy! I’m a reindeer.” The little boy excitedly wiggled his antlers at his father.  

“I see that.” Thomas smiled, his fingers grazing over his son's antlers, ringing the little bells. “I better call Santa and tell him I caught an escaped reindeer.” 

Vincent roared with laughter as his father tickled his sides.

“Did I do good, mommy?” Felicity ran to Alex, jumping into her arms. “Daddy was so surprised!” 

“You did perfectly, my sweet girl!” Alex brushed her nose against her daughter's tenderly before pressing a kiss on Felicity's forehead. 

"Santa!" Vincent pointed at the black lab in a red hat bounding around them. 

Bogart barked as he circled Thomas and Vincent. His tail beat rapidly in the air, wanting to join in on the Christmas fun. 

Felicity giggled again as Bogart squirmed his way in, licking her dad's face. “I want to play with daddy, too!” She exclaimed, wiggling in her mom's arms. 

“That's an excellent idea. Let’s both go!” Alex offered, putting her daughter down. Felicity had lived up to her name, she was pure happiness, and that was exactly what she and her brother brought to their lives every day.

“Yay!!!” Felicity ran to her dad, her arms waving excitedly beside her. "I play too!" She wrapped herself around her dad's neck, hugging him tight as she pressed sloppy kisses on his cheek while Thomas held her brother in his arms. 

Alex settled on the floor beside her family, watching the utter bliss unfolding. A warmth grew in her chest as her heart overflowed with joy at the sounds of laughter and cheer filling the room. A peaceful smile spread across her face. This is all she needed for Christmas—her family, happy and healthy.

Bogart plopped down next to her, licking her cheek before turning his attention to his twins as Alex's fingers slid softly through his silky fur. 

Alex caught Thomas’s attention for a moment, and in his eyes, she saw everything she was feeling—overwhelming joy and absolute peace. She wished she could capture the moment, to save it forever. But, that was the thing about moments, they're just that. A moment. Everything is temporary. This was merely one of those things. This moment would end. The laughter would fade, the merriment would dim, and the bustle of life would once more return, but the memories they made today and everyday, the impression those moments made, those would last a lifetime.

He extended his arm toward her, inviting her to join them.

We did good, she mouthed as he drew her in.

The best, he agreed, kissing her temple before the pair were overwhelmed by two toddlers and a black lab. Three pieces of their heart that reminded them of how lucky they were to have found one another.

Thank you for reading! I truly appreciate any support I get for this paring. I know they're not the most popular, but they are to me. This family has my whole heart and I truly enjoy sharing them with anyone who gives them a chance.

This is a rewrite/extension of an earlier drabble. I don't write chronologically, so when I first wrote the twins, I hadn't yet written Bogart. There are many Baby Hunt fics that work without Bogart, but this moment definitely needed Bogart. He wouldn't have missed it for the world, and they wouldn't have let them. When I pitched the idea to Ainna I sent her the original drabble but said I really wanted Bogart in it and she absolutely delivered. This rewrite adds Bogart as well as a few extra details. Initially I wasn't going to post this as a separate story but I more than doubled the original drabble so I felt it necessary.

Again, thank you so much for reading (if you made it this far). I can't thank you enough.

I hope you have a wonderful and happy holidays!

#Thomas Hunt #Alex Spencer #Alex Hunt #thomas hunt rcd #thomas orson hunt #red carpet diaries #thomas hunt x mc #hunt x mc #thomas hunt x oc #halex #choices #playchoices #choices game #thomas x alex #december2022 #lovealexhunt #lovealexhunt gets art #my commission #halex commission #halex art #choices fan art #hollywood u #professor hunt #hwu hunt #rcd hunt #baby hunt #vincent hunt #felicity hunt #bogart hunt #my entire heart

[thenasoneshots]

Ryder Oneshot - You'll Always Belong

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff - ig?

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Age: 15 - I am also ageing Ryder up in this so he's also 15

Warnings: Spoilers for the movie

Other notes: Also this came to me while watching the Paw Patrol movie, please do not judge me okay...

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I sighed as I leaned my head against the nearby wall. I had been abandoned when I was young due to my strange ability to jump incredibly high and my fast running speed. My parents had deemed me 'unacceptable' and a 'freak', leaving me to fend for myself on the streets. As I grew up I hid my abilities from the eyes of the growing public not wanting to become an outcast of the city at all. That was, however until I met someone that changed my life forever... well not really I guess it was a group of pups... the Paw Patrol.

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I took a deep breath and for the first time in 10+ years embraced my super speed and jumping abilities, jumping up to the balcony, where there was a group of people in the wake of the fire. One by one I helped them down before turning to the small pup that had got himself stuck, jumping up and grabbing him, bringing him down to safety, however, before anything else could be said, I ran off, not wanting to be seen, however little did I know I'd caught the eye of the leader of the Paw Patrol.

RYDER'S POV

"Chase! I'm so glad you're alright!"

"Yeah... I guess I am."

"You okay, Chase?"

He nodded, but still refused to look me in the eye. I sighed, Maybe bringing him back wasn't such a good idea... but I'm still curious about that girl...Why did she just run off like that?

--------------------- YOUR POV

Again, Adventure City was in danger... with the monorail loop the loop that Humdinger had built. Running up to the top of the car park, once again the small German Shepherd pup had frozen up trying to rescue the people trapped inside the train and I wanted to help. I climbed onto the ledge and slowly approached him, "Hey there buddy, shh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Come on, let's get you down from here." He slowly approached me and hopped into my arms, and I stood back up, got back on the roof and walked down the stairs down to the ground again, where I placed him down, "There ya go, Buddy." He barked and nuzzled into me.

"Chase! Come here!"

The small pup perked up and turned, running off to presumably his owner. I smiled and turned to leave, when a hand grabbed my wrist, causing me to have to stop. I turned around to be met with probably the cutest guy I'd ever seen. He smiled, "Hi, I just wanted to say thank you for saving Chase. I know what he had to go through as a very small pup and I just wanted to say thanks."

I returned his smile as he let my wrist go, "No problem. I was just doing the right thing, can't let anyone or any pup get hurt, can we? I'm (Y/n) by the way."

"Ryder," he replied sticking his hand out for me to shake, which I gladly took, well, before I was knocked over by a load more pups.

"Oh yeah... pups, give her some space please."

The six of them jumped off me and I stood up again, wiping my face from the dog slobber, giggling, "It's okay. They're so cute, I honestly don't mind, what are their names?"

Ryder chuckled, "Marshall, Rubble, Chase, Rocky, Zuma and Syke," he replied, referring to each of them as he spoke their names, "The Paw Patrol."

I giggled again, "Adorable. Well, I should probably get going... got a lot of things to do, plus I think I hear my name being called!" I chuckled awkwardly and turned around walking off again. However, again I was stopped by a hand on my wrist.

RYDER'S POV

"-Well, I should probably get going... got a lot of things to do, plus I think I hear my name being called!" She spoke, chuckling awkwardly before turning and walking off. I then felt a nuzzle at my leg and looked down to see Chase headbutting me, "What?"

"Go after her."

"W-what?!"

"Chase is right, Ryder! Seriously you need a girlfriend, you've been so caught up in looking after all of us and Adventure Bay, that you haven't had time for yourself."

And the rest of the pups said something similar and I finally decided to go after her, grabbing her wrist, "(Y/n) wait."

YOUR POV

"(Y/n), wait!"

I turned around at the familiar voice and smiled, "Oh, Ryder, what can I do for you?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Come back with us?" My eyes widened and I blinked, "HUH?!"

"Yeah, I'm being serious, you can run really fast and you'd make a great addition to the Paw Patrol."

I blinked again, "B-but, I'm not a pup!"

"That doesn't matter, neither am I."

I giggled, pushing some hair out of my face, "Point taken."

"So you'll join?" I nodded, "I'd love that."

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However, that night, I wasn't able to sleep. Thoughts of my past had been keeping me up so I just gave up on sleep, rolled out of my sleeping bag, and went to look out the window, where I noticed Chase sitting, looking out the window too. I sat down beside him, "Can't sleep either?"

He looked up and me and nodded, "Yeah, I was just thinking about things."

"You know, I know how you feel. I was abandoned at a very young age too when I was four and had to fend for myself. You're a lucky pup that Ryder found you, he gave you a loving home. I didn't have anyone at all. Ever since I was four I've been roaming the streets of Adventure City for eleven years. You should really be happy with what you have you know." Chase hopped into my lap and nuzzled into me, soon falling asleep, "I'm glad you're a part of the team, (Y/n)." I smiled and leaned my head on the window soon falling asleep myself. And that's how the rest of the Paw Patrol found us in the morning.

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I smiled sadly watching the Paw Patrol off to save the day again, Liberty in my arms, being her bouncy self. I was a bit spooked however when I felt a hand on my shoulder, "(Y/n), I've been thinking..."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Well, with how much both you and Liberty," the tiny pup in my arms barked in response at having been included too, "have helped us these past few days, you're like honourary members of the Paw Patrol."

I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck, "Just happy to help out when it's needed. I've got to find a way to use my 'freak powers' as my parents called them, somehow," I replied, looking down at my feet.

"Well, I have a surprise for both of you." My head shot up at this and my eyes widened when he pulled a suit out from behind his back and handed it to me, "Here, it's for you." I grinned and hugged him, "Thank you!"

He returned my hug, "That's not the best part," He paused and let go of the hug, taking out his little electronic thing and pressing a button causing a motorcycle-looking vehicle to appear as all the pups' vehicles did. I blinked and looked at Ryder again, who just chuckled, "It's yours. Welcome to the team." I smiled, "Really?!" He nodded, "Yes, and Liberty, there's space for you too!" I smiled wider and hugged him again, Liberty also nuzzling against his legs.

"Now let's get to work!" I nodded, "Yes, Sir!" and quickly put the suit on over the top of my clothes, which was very easy to do seeing as my clothes were quite small for me, and hopped into the motorcycle, Liberty getting in the sidecar, the two of us ready to go.

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I smiled, watching the Paw Patrol reunite after Chase had managed to save Ryder from the tower. My smile increased when Liberty jumped into my arms, barking in contentment, which in turn, alerted the Paw Patrol members to my presence and all the pups turned to each other, silently all thinking the same thing, before starting to look between me and Ryder. Some of them even rolled their eyes. Ryder eventually stood up, having been knocked over by the pups and walked up to me and started to talk, "(Y/n), I need to talk to you and... You know, like in private and, right we'll meet you guys back at headquarters." Some of the pups giggled in their own way, and some rolled their eyes, before running off to their pup vehicles and driving off, leaving me and Ryder alone, Liberty sitting down at my feet as she couldn't leave, as she rode in the side of my motorcycle.

I smiled, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Well... I uh..." he hesitated, "Yeah... I did... I."

I giggled and leaned up pecking his cheek, "You don't need to say anything. I can already tell what you're going to say, and I feel the same." He blinked and I giggled again as he hugged me, "(Y/n)? May I.." Ryder trailed off looking between my lips and eyes and I rolled my eyes and kissed him.

---------------------END OF ONESHOT

So... I just did it. I wrote it. I know this is probably childish, but I had the idea while watching the movie and it came to me...

[yo-what-the-duck]

The Last to Let Go

Kate hated thinking about the future. She wanted to live in the present and hold onto the people she loved for as long as she could. But then junior year rolled around and they were forced to think about college and how their best friend was leaving them. Chess always reassured her that they were going to be together and that one year wouldn’t make a difference. 

So the summer of Kate’s junior year, the two would study together for the SATs and look at potential colleges online. 

“Look at these dorms!” Chess would exclaim while Kate rolled her eyes playfully. The senior loved to talk about all these things casually and never noticed how Kate seemed to drown in the sorrow they built up inside.

And as summer neared to an end, Kate’s reality of one more year set in. Feeling like they couldn’t spend a second without her best friend, Kate never left Chess’s side. Until she did. And the next time Kate saw her, Chess was gone. Not off-to-college gone. Just… gone. Her lifeless body hanging over the bench in the dark.

That night she hadn’t made just one bad mistake though. Kate didn’t only let one person down, she let two down. Framing Mattie Wheeler, a poor freshman she hadn’t spoken a full sentence to, for her best friend’s murder was the second thing she had messed up on. 

Now Kate was given a second chance: Eva Sanchez. 

They hadn’t let Eva down and Kate didn’t plan on it. But senior year’s winter came as hard as a rock, and the word college started to show up again. 

With applications sprawled out on the floor of her bedroom, Kate looked up at their girlfriend helplessly. “There is no way we’re going to be going to the same college.” 

“Hey, don’t say that!” Eva said, crawling over to Kate on her hands and knees. “We’ll find something!” 

Kate sighed, curling up against Eva. “The only way we’d find something is if you decide to go to a crappy college, and I will not let you do that.” 

“Kate, you’re smart. There has to be something-” 

“Does a smart person have “accessory to crime” on their college application?” Kate asked sarcastically. “Is that something to glorify now? I had to do community service for a year, but that’s nothing compared to what Mattie had to do for my careless mistakes.” 

Putting her hand on Kate’s shoulder, Eva tried to calm them down. “Katie, c’mon. We’ve talked about this. You were manipulated.” 

“Was I?” 

“Yes. And it’s not your fault. None of it was your fault.”

“One part of it was my fault. Fighting with her was my own damn fault. I didn’t want to let her go, so I got mad at her for the first thing I could. I could’ve helped her, but I didn’t I was so caught up in our stupid issues about college and-” Kate sat up suddenly with a shaky breath. “Oh my god, Eva. I’m doing it again. I- It’s happening again!”

“What is? What’s happening again?” 

“The same fight. I can’t- It’s-” Kate gasped for air as she collapsed into her girlfriend’s arms. 

Eva recognized the shaking words and nervous fidgets right away. “Okay, okay, listen to me. Breathe, Kate.” She stroked their hair, pushing it away from her eyes. “I’m here. I’m here right now, and that’s what matters. We’ll be together, and we’ll try our best to at least find places close together.” 

“Mph,” was all Kate managed to get out from her burrow in Eva’s shoulder.

“I got you, Kate Dalton. And I’m not letting go for as long as I can.”

#i've been writing a lot of fluff recently so we write angst now #this was not a prompt but i got the idea and ran with it ig? #i don't edit like ever sooo #pondering better title name?? #this is also like really short so i don't think it's going on ao3 #kate dalton #eva sanchez #watt chess #kateva #we are the tigers #anxiety tw #anxiety attack tw #school tw #death tw #ask for tag

[giogama08]

Fushiguro Toji, Silk Pajama

I FINISHED IT! Here's my collaboration for @heatwave2021 to @alouphen. I'm really sorry for my English, but I hope is understandable enough. Anyway, I chose your first prompt laying in bed on a hot day. I feel bad that is not longer, but hope you like it. I swear I tried to make it nsfw but I couldn't, it's just so difficult T-T

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: slightly suggestive, groping, fluff with a suggestive ending, mention of nsfw, f!reader ig.

Thanks to the special training Toji has received since birth, he is practically immune to extreme temperatures. He rarely complains about the weather. Moreover, during his numerous missions, he faces different weather conditions without sweating a drop. He has gone thru hellish deserts and freezing mountains, so an unusual high-temperature season doesn't bother him at all.

You, on the other hand, were another story. With a heatwave right over your town, you weren't having the best time. Both of you agree that to keep the electricity bill low, the air conditioner must be off during the night, so it can be on during the day when the heat is unbearable. But of course, that makes your nights a nightmare.

You woke up before the sun came out, sweating everywhere and the blanket tossed aside. It was still pretty dark outside, and judging by how tired you felt, there must be plenty of time before you had to go to work. Your boyfriend snored pleasantly by your side, sleeping only on his underwear. You couldn't help to curse him in your mind. "How can he sleep with this heat!" you thought. Though maybe it's because he sleeps with almost no clothes. Unlike him, your summer pajama consisted of a simple cotton nightgown, but even that feels too hot right now. So, you had the idea to follow his example and take off your clothes. But even without it, you still felt sticky and gross. Thus, you decided a nice cold shower would help you get rid of the stickiness.

The cold water started running in the shower, sliding over your skin and removing your sweat. Your corporal temperature went back to normal, and you felt relief as you got out.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the sound of falling water that woke Toji. It was the lack of weight on your side of the bed that disrupted his sleep. As he turned over to check, you exited the bathroom with your hair still wet.

"Sorry. Did I wake you?" You asked with concern. Instead of answering, he stared at you longer than usual. He had always thought that you looked gorgeous, but that morning you looked like an angel. With the few morning rays that started passing through the window and the water dripping from your hair, your face seemed to glow. But what really caught his attention was what you were wearing. It was a cute royal blue pajama made of satin, so it felt pretty nice at the touch. It consisted of a camisole and tiny shorts. It wasn't your favorite, but it sure was freshening, and it looked good on you. The only problem was that it was a bit revealing, and you could tell by how your boyfriend was looking at you. Even after just waking up, he looked ready to jump at you.

Flexing his muscles, he extended his hand, urging you to come closer. You climbed back to the bed but stayed as far from him as you could. That, of course, didn't please him.

"Come here," said Toji, almost pouting. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, but you pushed him gently.

"No," you replied, feeling how your temperature raised where he touched you. "It's too hot, Toji,"

"Yeah, but that's your fault," he teased with a playful smirk.

"No, I mean that is too hot for that,"

You fought with him for a little, pushing his chest to keep yourselves apart. He, however, was troubled. You looked so good, and the little fight was so adorable that he just wanted to take you right there. Nonetheless, you've never refused to do it, even when you've arrived tired from work. So he figured that you really must be struggling with the temperature. Therefore, he got an idea. He let you go and ran to the kitchen.

You heard the fridge open and, for a moment, worried that Toji might be mad at how you rejected him. But as you were about to call him, he appeared once again at the door. To your surprise, he was carrying a bowl full of ice.

"What are you doing with that?" You asked.

Instead of answering, he laid down with you again and put a bunch of ice on a cotton tissue. Next, he held it against his chest. He grabbed you again and brought you closer, hugging you so you could rest on his shoulder. The fabric with ice pressed against you and relieved your heat for a bit.

"Better?" he asked, stroking your hair carefully.

"Yes," You said, cuddling against him.

It was a nice feeling to be in Toji's arms and feeling the cold tissue to help you cool down.

You two stayed in bed for what felt like hours, with Toji adding some ice every time the ones in the cloth melted. You were so comfortable that you didn't even notice how one of Toji's hands played with the hem of your camisole.

"It really is a nice outfit," He whispered, feeling how your breath slowed, meaning that you were falling asleep again. Unfortunately, the room started to clear as the sunlight entered directly, causing the heat to increase little by little. When Toji noticed you sweating again, and the bowl of ice melted completely, he decided it was time to turn on the air conditioner.

"Don't you have to go to work?" You asked since he always leaves the house before you.

"Later, maybe," he responded with a smile, caressing your cheek. "Right now, I just want to be with you a little more,"

"It's not like you to be this needy," You giggled.

"I'm not needy. I just want to feel your pajama a bit more. It's so soft," Toji's hands roamed through the fabric, tickling you as he wandered over your clothes. Suddenly, you felt how one of his hands moved under your camisole and groped your breast.

"Toji!" you whimpered but made no effort to remove his hand.

"What?" he asked with a devilish smile. "You can't wear this pajama set and expect me to behave decently the whole time,"

As you were about to complain, he shut your mouth with his lips. A kiss hungry and desperate, showing how much he had endured while he waited for you. His tongue moved as he pleased, stealing every breath he could, leaving you both panting. You didn't even realize at what point he changed positions to end up on top of you.

"Now, be prepared, princess," He said with his eye darker than before, "Because we're about to be late for work,"

#I wanted to put toji in the freezer #fushiguro toji #fushigurou toji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #my post #my writing #fluff scenario #heatwave 2021 #I suck at making titles #I promise I'll do better #tw groping #just in case #finally edited!! #thank you so much nishiannoya

[asteriismos]

flashing lights — bill denbrough

pairing: bill denbrough x fem! reader

warning(s): smut, eighteen! bill denbrough, is it choking if he doesn’t squeeze?, fingering, piv sex, cursing, ig kinda degrading idk tho judge for yourself, unedited

summary: bill, the star baseball player of derry, and you, from another high school, meet in the locker room and get to know each other. 

words: 3.1k

note: don’t say i never gave you anything i am a woman of my word

sitting here in the bleachers adjacent to the baseball field, with the setting sun in your gaze and the feeling of newly spring wind on your skin, you had high hopes that your schools baseball team would win. out of all the schools in lieu with your own, bangor high school, derry’s team was the most anticipated of in the season. where most high schools in the nation favored the fall sport of football, the central part of maine where you lived actually liked baseball more, so when the first sprouts of spring showed, everyone was excited for the next season. 

you were a senior, almost finished with school and personally tasked yourself and your group of friends with trying to go to every single baseball game that you all could make it to - whether they were at home or away. 

“look, he’s up to bat,” your friend marcella said, catching your attention by lightly tapping your shoulder and motioning to the field. there you saw your close friend owen, who was the star player of your school’s team and one of your friends since you were a little kid. he was the person who introduced you to the group that you were here with now, here specifically to cheer him on. 

you saw him walk to home plate, bat in hand and getting into position to swing. your eyes took you across from him to the pitcher of the other team, who you didn’t know but could see the name displayed on the back of his shirt. denbrough. you raised your eyebrow at the last name, it didn’t ring a bell. 

the crowd started to cheer for your friend, waiting for denbrough to throw the first pitch. everything became silent, and the ball was thrown with stellar accuracy. whoever this denbrough boy was, he was seemingly a really good pitcher. when the second ball was thrown and owen missed yet again, your hand ran through your hair nervously. you could hear people whispering all around you, wondering if he was going to strike out. 

just as if someone of the heavens was listening to the anxious worries of your fellow classmates, denbrough went to throw the ball and owen swung and the ball went flying, going straight for the outfield as owen ran with all his might to first base. you cheered with your friends, yelling words of encouragement and praise towards your team. 

the game, from that point, was in your high schools favor. it was seemingly decided almost halfway through that bangor high school had it in the bag, which did nothing for any person in your crowds ego. just as the last inning was finished, your school came out victorious. 

“hopefully this means that we’re going to the championships this year,” you heard people say. “and maybe we can host it at our school so we don’t have to drive all the way out here again.” 

you were anxious to see your friend, running down the stairs of the bleachers and shouting his name, but owen didn’t hear you. sighing, you turned to your group to say, “should we get back home?” the team would have to come back by bus anyways, which sucked, because you wanted to congratulate your friend on such a good win. 

“yeah, probably before it gets too late, you know how bad those backroads are,” jake stated. “do you want to catch a ride with me? im sure marcella can take your car back.” 

half of you wanted to go with them and just see owen later, but to you, it felt like poor taste to make him wait that long. plus, maybe you could catch him before he left. you shook your head, “no, i’ll stay. i want to see the team. go without me, I'll see you tomorrow.” 

jake laughed. “okay, just don’t get lost.” he wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner and walked away, taking your friends with him and leaving you alone in the front of derry high school. 

you had been here once before, just for a short while and after a baseball game like right now. but that was all the way back during freshman year when you were trying to find the bathroom, you really had no idea where the locker rooms were. 

opening the large door, you started along the main hallway, looking at the posters that aligned the wall that reminded you of your own school. derry was really similar in layout, so perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard. turning the corner, you saw a sign that pointed to the gym and the locker rooms. in no time you were there, but there was no one coming out of the doors. had they already left and you missed them? it was silent. 

you put your ear to the door and listened, hearing some rustling. you knocked, but there was no answer, making you raise your eyebrow. and you don’t exactly know what prompted you to open the wooden door and make your way inside, but you did, and along the array of closed lockers, your eyes took you to the one person who was in there. 

it was the denbrough pitcher. 

you got a good look of him now, with his honeyed locks that fell messy on his forehead, standing taller than you. his back was slightly turned to you and through his jersey you could see his toned back muscles, making you lose yourself for a moment and send you almost stumbling over your feet. you knew that he was attractive from the moment you set your eyes on him but you didn’t know that he was this attractive. 

he turned around now and immediately those dazzling cerulean blue eyes landed on you, making your face heat up in realizing that this was not the visitors locker room like you had intended on trying to find. 

“sorry,” you fumbled out after a moment of shameless staring. “I was looking for my friend.” denbrough tilted his head to the side and you watched him take out a bag and push his locker door closed. instead of walking out like you should’ve, you just stood there watching him. it was in poor taste, since the longer you looked at him, you could see clearly that he was angry. 

a tiny grin came to his face. “it’s fine, no one’s in here except me anyways.” a silent moment passed and then a quizzical look came to his face, eyes falling back on you. “wait . . . weren’t you cheering on the other team?” he had noticed you, just as you were now noticing him. the room seemed a lot smaller than it had earlier and you ignored the fluttering feeling in your stomach the longer he stared at you. you didn’t even know his name. 

“yeah, it was a good game,” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“we should’ve won that game.” 

a cocky grin splayed on your features. “well, im sure you’ll get another shot next time.” you would have to play them again to secure a spot in the championships, it was still rather early in the season anyways. 

“will you be at the next game?” denbrough asked, he walked closer to you now, and there was a look in his eyes that was not easy to mistake. he was looking at you like you were a full course meal and he was the hungriest man on earth. and you liked the way that he looked at you, this gorgeous boy that you had barely met, and you wanted him to keep looking at you like that. well, you would rather him be doing other things. “maybe we could go do something together afterwards.” now you were certain of his likeness for you. 

you gave him a smirk. “well, i don’t know about that, i wouldn’t want to get involved with the opposing team.” when he noticed you were directly giving back the same energy he was giving, his feet stopped so he was just inches away from you. it took everything in you to keep yourself from grabbing him by those large muscles and - 

in a moment of weakness or just pure idiocy, you did exactly as you thought, lunging yourself forward, hands reaching for his face and pulling him into a searing kiss. when he reciprocated your movements, you had to stop another smirk from rising to your face, pushing it down and focusing on your hands that made it’s way to his soft hair. 

your kiss was unexpected by denbrough, though seemingly not unwelcome since his hands found their place exploring your sides, not being exactly gentle with his touches which you didn’t mind. this was so unlike you, doing something like this with someone you didn’t know. and to be honest, it was unlike him, too. 

but both of you were giving each other the ‘fuck me’ eyes and well, you only live once, right? 

as the kiss became more sloppy and he broke it to press kisses to your jawline and trailing down your neck, you breathed out and closed your eyes. “I don’t even know your name.” you sighed into his touches though, not really caring what his name was but knowing that it would probably be useful sometime soon. 

denbrough came back up to meet your gaze. “it’s bill,” he gave you a grin. “pleasure to meet you.” there was a sense of teasing in his tone, which you would’ve laughed at if his hands weren't reaching for where your shirt met your pants. 

“y/n,” you said weakly, already feeling your legs start to give out by the way that he was looking at you. you reached out to bill, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours again. he chuckled at your eagerness, giving you what you wanted by slowly pushing you against the lockers behind you. you felt the cool metal through your shirt and instantly realized how hot it was getting in this locker room, your skin was already on fire. 

bill reattached his lips to your skin and you spent the time trying to undo the belt that was around his pants that nicely accentuated everything that you wanted from him. thank god for baseball pants. 

tentatively, you pressed your hips against his and you heard a groan leave his throat, his lips stalling for a moment and then going back to his earlier movements. you were well aware of how excited he was, taking a moment to note that you could feel that he was absolutely fucking enormous. 

of course he was. 

as if he had enough of this teasing, his hand reached down and went straight under the band of your pants, being met with the wetness that was gathering in your panties. you bucked your hips forward into his hand and he smirked at how compliant you seemed to be with him. his other hand was gripping your side, keeping you close to him while the other pushed your panties to the side and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. 

you moaned out and bill covered your mouth with his own, not kissing you but keeping it there. “so tell me,” he said, breath hot against you, finger tracing a line from your slick folds to your clit, making you almost keel over if it hadn’t been for his hand keeping you up and body pressing you farther into the locker. “this friend of yours, he was on your team wasn’t he?” 

you nodded, not trusting your voice. but he didn’t seem to like that, his hand stalling and not moving no matter how much you tried to gain friction. 

“answer me with words,” the hand on your side coming up to the bottom of your throat so you were forced to look at him in the face, those blue eyes on him seemingly had become darker. 

you took in a sharp breath. “yes,” you answered. his movements started again, but this time he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. 

“and how do you think he would feel seeing you like this for me? the star player of the other team?” bill’s tone was condescending and you wondered if he was normally like this, or he was just angry about the outcome of the game. his finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease. you were so wet for him already. “but you wouldn’t care, would you?” 

it was seemingly rhetorical, because he didn’t wait for you to answer and instead attached his lips to your throat, teeth grazing a point that had you gasping, hand coming and tugging on those locks of his, the other falling to his neck. 

“bill,” you muttered. “please just-” you were cut off by a moan, gripping him close as his thumb came into contact with your clit and rubbed tight circles against it. 

he looked up at you from the mess he was creating on your neck. “please what?” 

“just fuck me.” 

you were really in no position to be making such requests since bill seemed to be in control (which really, you didn’t mind if it meant that he was making you feel good in the process), but at this point you were too strung out to care what he thought of the rather forward request. you knew that you needed him and you needed him now. 

bill pulled away from you and you took in his now ragged features, noticing the tint of red in his cheeks and the freckles that dotted them, and the goldenness that he seems to radiate. in some ways you hoped that this wouldn’t be your only encounter with the denbrough boy, but that was something to worry about later, since his hands were undoing the rest of his belt and you knew that was your cue to do the same with your own pants. 

soon enough you were back in the same position, one of his hands next to your head on the locker behind you as he moved to position his cock at your entrance, eyes meeting with yours as he pushed in to look at your reaction. and it was everything that he hoped to see, your mouth opening into an ‘o’ shape, lips parted and eyes never leaving his own. 

once he bottomed out, he already started a fast rhythm, giving you little to no time to adjust. but you were so needy you didn’t care, not one bit because he was making you feel so good that you wished for this moment to last forever. and you were already so wet and willing, bill couldn’t wait a second longer. 

your hands gripped onto his forearms, steadying yourself, but it was hard to keep your legs from giving out. bill must've noticed your struggle and leaned down, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and hoisting you up in his arms, using the leverage of the locker to fuck into you. 

the change in position made you quiver in his arms like putty, arms wrapping around his neck and caging him close to you. incoherent words fell from your mouth that wouldn’t close no matter how hard you tried, while his pace became fast, rough, and unrelenting. you didn’t know bill well but you could tell that he was adamant about making you feel good, which fueled the fire inside of you even more. 

if he was tired from playing the game, he didn’t even show it. bill fucked into you with such a frenzy that it was almost animalistic, which made you wonder how much energy this boy possibly had. what you didn’t know was it was your moans what were spurring him on, your moans that kept him going. bill had already been to point of exhaustion from the game but you were able to give him a second wind and he was not fucking up this one like he had fucked up in the game. his determination both of the field and in this moment caught up with him and well, he was bringing all of his emotion out. 

and you loved it so much that you couldn’t think straight. all you could do was try and keep yourself still, words stringing together into barely put together sentences of oh fuck yes and that feels so good. 

it was a moment of pure bliss that you didn’t even feel yourself start to clench around him, noticing it finally when you felt every inch of him scrape against your willing walls, bringing you closer to that cliff into a sea of pleasure that only he could give you. what finally made you break was the groans that he was making, which were hot and heavy and like heaven to your ears that you knew you would be playing on repeat before you went to sleep tonight. 

and then his hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against your swollen clit and that was it. you were sent into a state of pure, fucked out bliss as you came around him, your moans everything but silent. luckily there seemed to be no one around to hear, and if they did they didn’t bother with stopping it.

a few thrusts afterwards and with an insistent command from you to cum inside you because you were on the pill, bill came undone and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in his life. as if this boy couldn’t get more perfect, haven been basically sent to you on a gift from god himself. he pulled out and you could feel the evidence slightly dripping out of you and onto your thighs. 

there was a moment of cleaning up, where he actually grabbed a towel from his locker and helped you wipe away everything and eventually sit down onto the bench between the sides of lockers. where you thought would be awkwardness, there wasn’t, a few words passed between the two of you and then you told him that you should go, you had to drive home. 

surprisingly, he asked if you needed help and then you remembered you barely knew him and shook your head. it was late anyways, he probably had things to do. 

and when you got control of your limbs again (which bill cheekily smirked at), you walked out of the high school, him trailing behind you. you gave him one last look before parting ways, and in the heat of the moment, you told him your number and to call him if he ever wanted to get together again. 

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five hargreeves x reader

requested: @generouswombyrat

prompts: 19- “oh, and s/he’s totally in love with you.”

again i changed the prompt up a bit, but i think it’s close enough

summary: when five returns from the future, old feelings resurface

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, a dash of angst. for once there isn’t any cursing (i’m pretty sure) lmao

word count: 1.5k

a/n: a few changes to the universe ig: five returns around the same age as the siblings, and not in his thirteen y/o body. reader is not one of the adopted ones, and not one of the forty-three. i was actually working on this all week while sitting in my classes lol. i really hope it meets expectations, i really like it myself. alrighty, enjoy!

the musical voice of tiffany darwish can be heard throughout the house, muffled through the walls of five’s childhood bedroom. you stand at the window, looking out at the fire escape you used to climb up, just to hang out with him.

with a sigh, you turn around to look at the rest of the room. it’s spotless. you assume it has been for a while now. grace definitely kept up with the whole house, even with all of the kids gone. there was no layer of dust, all of the old uniforms in the closet are still ironed. it brings you back to those days, and it’s hard to believe that it’s been sixteen years since he disappeared.

you can remember that day like yesterday, yet you were only thirteen then.

-

you looked up at the fire escape, taking a short breath. you have done this for years, and you had perfected the technique of getting your coffee and donuts past the ladder to the first platform.

the bag of donuts is held in your teeth, freeing one of your hands. the other holds the tray of the coffees, and you carefully put a foot on the first rung of the ladder, before grabbing on to the side it and pulling yourself.

it used to be a slow process, but you have mastered it by now. slide your hand up, and step up a few more rungs. when you got close enough, you placed the tray and donuts on the platform and climbed the rest of the way. luckily, the rest of the way up was stairs.

when you got to the window and knocked on the glass a few times, you expected five to open it like always, but instead it was vanya who appeared.

your eyebrows furrowed as she pushed the window open, and you hesitantly climbed in. sitting on the sill and silently dropping to the floor, to avoid the risk of his father finding out that you were here. “vanya? where’s five?”

she seemed nervous, which you thought was weird. you slowly placed the food on his desk as she played with her fingers.

“he’s- he’s gone, y/n.”

you think you’ve heard her wrong. you had to. there was just no way.

“what?” you question in disbelief, hating the small crack in your voice. “what do you mean, ‘gone’? what do you mean?” you sound more desperate the more you speak.

“he ran out.” she explains, avoiding eye contact. “during dinner. he was arguing with dad about time travel and he just- he just left.”

you fall onto the edge of his bed, feeling the tears beginning to swell in your eyes. “no.” you whisper to yourself, “no!”

before you know it, you’re sobbing, and vanya is at your side to comfort you.

-

you bite your lip as the memory rises to the surface. sitting on the bed, you focus on the lyrics playing.

i think we’re alone now

the beating of our hearts is the only sound

the music stops as there’s a loud rumble is heard outside. the whole house feels like it’s shaking and outside, there is flashing blue light that floods into the room through the window.

you run down the stairs, and into the large courtyard. there, in the sky, is a glowing blue portal type thing.

“what is it?” you hear vanya ask.

“don’t get too close!” allison’s voice, and then,

“yeah, no shit.”

luther pushes past everyone, looking up at the thing. “looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.”

“pretty big difference there, paul bunyan.” diego tells him.

“out of the way!” klaus comes running out of the house, and you quickly step to the side as he rushes forward with a fire extinguisher, spraying at the anomaly before giving up and just throwing it in. it disappears.

“what is that gonna do?” you shout over the loud rumbling.

“i don’t know,” klaus shrugs, a whine in his tone, “do you have a better idea?”

electricity starts to crackle around the portal, and klaus is falling back behind everyone again.

“everybody get behind me.” luther commands, and you don’t mind listening to him for once, but of course diego has to step in front too.

“i vote for running, come on!” klaus yells.

you watch as you can see a person pushing through before falling onto the ground from the portal.

as if it didn’t happen, the thunder and electricity in the air disappear, and all of you step forward towards the man. your eyebrows furrow as you think you recognize him while he is standing up.

“does anyone else see...” klaus points towards him, “he looks like a grown up five.”

your eyes widen as you realize that he’s right. “oh my god.” you rush forward, grabbing him and crushing him in a hug. “oh my god, you’re back!”

“they’re totally in love with each other.” you can hear klaus say it, and your face suddenly feels hot, but you choose to ignore it.

-

you’re back in his room, and the memory of him disappearing that day is replaced by all of the good times you had together. thinking about what klaus said, you think that he just might be right. you felt it when you were younger- of course you didn’t realize what it was at the time. you felt like a kid again. heart racing at the sight of him... all grown up.

yet he still looked like your five.

“i missed you.” your voice is surprisingly quiet as you lay on your back next to him, staring up at the ceiling as you play with your fingers that rest on your stomach.

“i missed you too.” his voice is quiet as well, and you turn your head ever so slightly to catch a small glimpse at him.

biting your lip for a moment, you think about what to say. “where were you?” you decide to ask, and you can tell that the question makes him tense for a moment.

he takes a glance at you, before taking a deep breath. “i got stuck in the future.” he tells you, and your eyebrows furrow slightly.

“stuck?” you repeat.

“yeah.” he gives a small nod with the confirmation, “i overestimated myself, and the consequences were like some sort of sick punishment. i should have just listened to that old man.”

there’s quiet for a moment as you wonder what he meant by a punishment. turning on your side, you look at him. “what do you mean? was it not just… normal?”

his head turns and his eyes meet yours, and you can see some sort of pain in them. “it was an apocalypse.”

you’re stunned into silence, and your lips just hang apart as you try to process his confession. “i don’t know how it happened, but there was fire and everything was just crumbled to the ground and-” he gulps slightly, and your eyes soften, “i saw all of them. dead.”

“oh my god, five.” you know who he meant, and you can only imagine what he felt in that moment. your hand meets his and you hold it softly. “i’m so sorry.”

“it wasn’t your fault.” you can feel his grip around your hand tighten slightly. “i just wish i wasn’t stupid enough to actually try that.”

“well...” you pause for a moment, not exactly sure what to say. “you’re back now, and that’s all that matters.” of course it’s not all that matters. he must have gathered so much trauma over the sixteen years he was stuck in a literal wasteland… you couldn’t imagine having to go through that.

he’s quiet for a second, before he turns on his side as well and your eyes meet. it was like staring into the past. “it is.” his agreement is surprising, but it makes you smile softly.

a long silence falls, and it feels like you’re just staring into his eyes for what could be hours, but in reality it was only really a few minutes or even less.

you take a shaky breath. “can i kiss you?” the question slips from your mouth unexpectedly, and you nearly slap yourself in the face. “god, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-”

you aren’t able to finish your apology for the words you blurted out because he had leaned forward and caught your lips in his.

it seemed like something you were waiting for for years. maybe you were. it felt right.

it doesn’t last long enough for you, but you feel like the oxygen has been sucked from your body as you open your eyes to look at him. a small smile spreads across your face.

“i’m glad you’re back.”

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Hi there lovely! Can we see 46 with crosshair x fem! Reader? ❤️

Got you

Bro oh my goodness yes 😳 deadass the moment I read this I had gotten done sighting one of my deer rifles and I got an idea from it and this prompt allows me to use that idea so thank you 😎 I wasn’t doing anything illegal. It was all safe and I was at a shooting range lmao. I just had an idea from it 💀

Tbh I thought this would be better but then I decided to write at midnight.

Ner Sarad: My Flower

Crosshair x Reader: “Isn’t this illegal?” “I mean, probably?”

Warnings: reader is using a gun. Bit detailed on shooting because yes. No one is injured besides Your guys egos and a door. There is swearing and kissing/making out ig.

There wasn't many times that you actually caught some proper rest. You were normally always kept up by nightmares or the noises in the room or outside. Whether it be lying in your bunk on Kamino, or the one on the Marauder.

Though, whenever you did catch a break. It seemed like you were always awoken by one of the boys. For no reason most the time.

You groaned, eyes snapping open. You nearly punched whoever it was throwing stuff at you. Looking down to your legs to see your boots and your blacks. "C'mon." You heard Crosshairs voice. He had been ignoring you for the past month. You figured it was just his mood swings, you did something, or it was the fact Hunter demanded Crosshair taught you how to use the rifle.

You didn't really want to if he wasn't up for teaching you. Though it would be neat. You were never a fan of being in the middle of the war field like the rest of them, and Hunter caught on. Which is why he figured having two people on rifle wouldn't hurt.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" You asked and Crosshair looked back. Though you were moving out of the bunk with your clothes in arm. Making way for the fresher. "We're target practicing, now hurry before I change my mind." He scoffed and you nearly ran into the fresher with a grin.

Not only was Cross taking time out of his 'busy' schedule to hang out with you, but he would be target practicing with you.

You exited the fresher in your customized blacks the Bad Batch got for you. Tech figured it would be good, being you had your own armor. Some that matched their design.

You sat back on the bed, strapping on your leg pieces and crotch piece only. Since that's all Crosshair had on.

When you left the room and entered the main room of the Marauder you reached for your blaster on a shelf, but he stopped you. Shoving your hand away from it. Putting his rifle in your hand instead. "Here," he gruffed, and your eyes widened. Fingers curling around the forestock.

"You trust me enough to let me use your own gun?" You asked with a small smile, brows raised. He only shrugged and sighed. Walking past you to the door. You took that as a yes. Him handing you a container of ammo and motioning with his head for you to follow.

You had a slight pep in your step. Hands carefully holding the gun. The stock pressed against your shoulder. Barrel pointing down.

When the two of you left the ship you were both squinting. The rising sun hitting your eyes. Both of you letting out a slight hiss. "Should of brought our helmets," you commented, and he grunted. "Can't aim with a visor like yours." You sighed, that wasn't what you meant. There was no use arguing and pissing him off though.

Your boots crunched against the ground. A mix of loose rocks, grass, sticks, and other plants. "Where we heading," he motioned forward. Not saying where though. Typical.

The planet you were on was for a mission. You had all completed the mission but were all too exhausted to leave. It didn't pose a threat since it was a simple find and retrieve mission. Some weird crystals and lost items for a senator. 'We went from guard dogs to kriffing pets playing fetch,' you had commented the day before. All of them, even Crosshair agreed with you. It was boring, to say the least. The search wore you all out though.

Your legs were beginning to sting a bit. The walking wasn't something you weren't used to. It was the injury you had from the previous mission. Though you did your best to keep up with the long legged man. "Gunna have to get used to keeping up, Ner sarad." You rolled your eyes and sighed. “You better not be calling names, you know I can’t understand Mando’a.” You added with a sliver of a whine laced in your voice.

He smirked at your comment, thankful you were somewhat behind him so you couldn’t see. “That’s the point,” you shook your head. Catching up beside him finally. Though he did slow down just a hair. He wouldn’t admit it. “Turn,” he shoved you a bit and you glared. Turning where he told you to, then he took the lead again.

The turn led to an abandoned building. A flight of stairs connected to the outside. Cross pausing in front of it, then looking to you. “Waiting for Hunter to wake up or you scared?” Cross spoke and you snickered. “Making me go first and you’re calling me scared, typical.” He sneered a bit at that as you purposely ran into his shoulder on your way to the stairs. Keeping the gun up from the steps as you made your way up.

He was close behind you, almost too close, actually. So when you stopped at the top he nearly ran into your back. Making you smirk as you looked back to him. Not saying anything. “What?” He snapped, and you shook your head. “Oh nothing.” “Sure, go over there.” He motioned vaguely with his hand as he walked off into the other direction.

You could only assume he meant near the little ledge near the end of the roof. Standing there a bit awkwardly until he returned with some pieces of shrapnel and pots. Varying in sizes. “A’ight, Sarad, you know how to use a rifle, right?” He asked, and you nodded. “Yeah,” “load it for me then.” That was no problem. Taking some of the bullets from the container he brought. You popped open the magazine, slipped a few bullets in, then slipped it back into the gun. Pulling back the lever then pushing it forward again with a click.

He nodded, standing behind you now. “Y’ever shot one?” He asked, helping you bring it to your shoulder. You could barely process the question. Your heart was racing. You could almost feel his back up against yours. His hands holding yours to help you bring the gun up. Repositioning your hands. Then letting go of you to see if your would falter. Though you kept the position.

“Not for a long while, I used to with my brother, when we were kids,” you spoke. Grunting when he kicked your feet apart, then went back to standing by your side. He only hummed, looking around in front of you two. Then pointed. “See that door,” you nodded. “Shoot at the white square in the middle.” He twirled his toothpick in between his teeth and you sighed.

“Isn’t this illegal?” You asked, aiming the weapon. Closing your left eye as you peered through the scope. Poking your tongue out of your mouth in concentration. “I mean, probably.” He murmured. Watching you with folded arms.

You barely heard what he said. Inhaling, then holding your breath as you aimed. Once you had the spot, you exhaled slowly. Finger squeezing the trigger.

When the weapon fired your grip loosened. Shoulder jerking back with the gun. Causing the scope to smack around your eye. You winced, letting out a sharp hiss. Heart racing and ears ringing from the loud bang.

Crosshair was too focused on where you were aiming to even notice you just scoped yourself. “Nice,” he approved. Then looked back over to you.

You leant back a bit, back against the wall. Fingers feeling under your eye and he instantly knew what you did. “Thought you knew how to shoot.” His voice was sour, and it stung. “I told you I haven’t shot in a while,” you spat back. Bringing your fingers from your face. Wondering if it was bruised. It felt wet, but there was no blood on your fingers. So you assumed it was a mix of the tears that sprung to your eyes and the sweat on your hands.

You were too focused on the ringing in your ears and the stinging of your face to even notice Crosshair approach you. He took the gun, leaning it against the wall. Then grabbed your wrists, making you flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he was trying to reassure you, but his voice was still hard and sour. “Let me look.”

You looked up to him, lips pressed in a line. He brought a hand to your cheek. Finger pressing lightly against the skin under your eye. Making you flinch and tears threaten to spill. “Kriff, don’t do that,” you snapped and he smirked a bit. “Should have at least told me to keep the gun hugged to my shoulder.” You protested. Eyes darting to the side. Avoiding his gaze the best you could.

He pulled the toothpick from out between his lips. “Probably still woulda done it. If you haven’t shot for years.” His hand was still on your cheek. You were sure he could feel it heating up. Letting out a sharp exhale through your nose. “Are we still gunna shoot or just stand around like a bunch of morons?” You asked, looking back to him. Catching the short glimpse of shock on his face.

“You still wanna shoot?” He asked. Dropping his hands to his sides. Nodding. “Yeah, so what I got scoped, least I have proof you actually took me shooting.” You smirked. Making him chuckle. Lips tugging up, just shy of a smile. “And if I don’t let you?” “I ask hunter what Ner Sarad means and I tell everyone you gave me the black eye I’m most likely going to have.” You threatened. Jabbing your finger at his chest. Making him roll his eyes and sigh.

“Fine.”

The shooting went on great. You were a better aim than he expected. Which made you feel a bit proud of yourself. Especially since Crosshair was praising you in some way. You still needed work on flying targets, but you were sure you’d get the hang of it.

Once the container of bullets he brought was empty, that was when you guys decided on leaving.

“So what does it mean?” You asked. Cross now holding the gun, you holding the empty container. Arms more sore than they’ve ever been. You honestly weren’t sure how he did it. “What’s what mean?” He asked, looking over to you. You nodded your head up a bit. “Ner Sarad.” The words rolled off your tongue, slightly mimicking his gruff voice.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t sound like that..” “oh, you’re right, it’s more a Ner Saraaad.” You made the voice worse sounding, making you giggle. Cross smiling just a bit, then looking away. As if he showed you he was enjoying this moment his everything would crash and burn. “Guess.” You groaned, throwing your head back. “No, you know I hate guessing games, they kriffing suck.” He shrugged. That was it, a shrug. “Fine.” He smirked at that.

You thought for a moment or two. Fingers tapping the side of the container. Biting on your bottom lip a bit. “Hmm. Idiot,” “no,” “bitch,” “no,” “smart ass?” He sighed and you raised a brow. “Warm or cold?” He looked over to you, a look of unamusement written all over his face. “You’re on Hoth at this point.” His words made you want to give up more.

“Can I have a hint?” He nodded, stopping in his tracks. “Wait here,” he spoke. Then wandered off the trail you were both following. What could it be? Was he finding something? “Are you calling me a loser? Loner? Oh! You’re calling me a jackass.” You hollered, hearing a grumble follow your spew. Making you snicker.

When he returned he had a small purple flower in between his fingers. You stared at it with knitted brows. “A flower?” You spoke, dumbfounded. You looked up to his face. His jaw was clenched, eyes darting around. Cheeks red. “You’re calling me a flower? No, you ass you’re calling me a weed aren’t you?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest. The last thing you expected was the nickname to be something nice.

He sighed, looking at you with an ‘are you serious.’ Look. “What?” “You really are an idiot, sometimes,” you blinked, and then raised a brow. “You’re a stubborn shit, sometimes, too.” You told him, and he still held the flower in his hand. The two of you staring at one another for a moment. “Can you just tell me?” You spoke, “please?”

He sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment. Then back down to meet your eyes. “Ner Sarad, it means..” he trailed off. Swallowing thickly. He could lie, say it meant something else, but then the flower would make no sense, and you were smart. You would figure it out some way or another. “My flower.” He murmured. You could barely hear him. But you did. “Your what-“ “I’m not repeating myself, Makers sake.” He spat, and began walking again. Dropping the flower as he stormed off.

You were left standing there in disbelief. Shaking your head, you reached down to pick up the flower, then ran after him. “Cross, wait!” You shouted, yielding when he stopped. “What?” He snarled. Turning to look at you over his shoulder. You backed up a bit. Watching as his face softened a bit when you looked back to him. “Why a flower?” You asked, and his eyes looked down to the flower in between your fingers now. Sarting his tongue out to lick his lips.

He let out a sigh, thinking. He wasn’t sure what to say. He was horrible with words, let alone explaining things. “You remind me of them,” was all he said. “Why though?” You pressed, walking towards him. “If you don’t mind me asking..” you added, catching that he did look a bit anxious. Watching as he leaned his rifle against a tree. “They’re hum.. Maker..” he breathed out. Reaching up to pull the toothpick from his lips. Flicking it onto the ground. He reached out, grabbing you by the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

His lips pressed against yours. Eyes squeezed shut. He knew he’d regret this right after, but he was better with actions than words anyways. You tensed up, hands rushing to his chest. Dropping the container and the flower in the process.

He pulled back. Taking a step back in the process. Hands brought back to himself, and it left you standing there staring. He hated you. How you smelt so good, how you intoxicated his every thought. How you could get him to talk more than even his brothers could. How your smile made his stomach feel light and fluttery. He despised you for everything you did to him. No other persons ever made him feel this way and he hated it. He felt to vulnerable, and that was something he shouldn’t feel. He was a clone, a defective one for that matter. This shouldn’t be a thing that was happening.

You could tell his mind was running a mile a minute when you said his name and he just stared at you with a blank stare. He was overthinking this, and you began panicking a bit internally. “Cross, hey, look at me, come back to me, Cross.” You spoke, voice soft and quiet. You made a move to reach up and cup his face, but his hands fled to your wrists. Looking down at you and to your eyes. Scanning you for something. “Why aren’t you mad?” He spoke, voice stinging into your skin.

You frowned, pushing forward from his grasp to cup his face. His hands still holding your wrists. You saw him relax for a second at your touch. “I’m not mad,” “but why? I just kissed you..” he spoke. Once now laced with distress. His walls were beginning to crack. Chip away and crumble all from your touch. “Crosshair, I understand, I know how you are with words. You fucking suck with em.” He frowned a bit at that, and you smiled. “Actions have always been your forte, and who’s to say I didn’t enjoy it?” You asked, your own nerves calming a bit as you attempted to reassure the lanky man.

He looked down at you with furrowed brows. “You’re just saying that.” You tittered, leaning up a bit. “You’re just stubborn.” He watched you for a moment. Your hands removing themselves from his face. Crosshairs fingers fell from your wrists. Falling to his side, but you weren’t done. “You gunna give up over a little rushed kiss, or you wanna try again?” You murmured, hands reaching for his. Fingers interlacing with one another.

“Thought you told me once you’ve kissed plenty of girls,” you teased. “It’s been a while.” Standing on your tip toes to lean in closer. “Then how bout we practice?” You asked, closing the gap between the two of you.

It was smoother than the last. You led it this time. Your hands leaving one another’s so your hands could wander his body. Tips of your fingers running up his stomach. Then running your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He had one hand on your lower back, the other moving to trace the skin of your throat. Long fingers running over your collar bone, then sliding up the back of your neck to place firmly against the back of your head.

Once the feeling was set he took over. The two of you pulling from the kiss for once a second, then his lips were back on yours. It wasn’t long before he was walking you back against a tree. Pressing you up against it which make you grunt. His tongue darting out to run over your lips. Then pry your lips open. A small hum escaping your chest. Making him smirk.

His hand on your lower back mover to cup your ass. Eyes parting a bit to see him open his eyes at the same time. You were too dazed to complain though. His tongue exploring your mouth. Then pulling back. A sting of saliva connecting your mouths.

The both of you were panting. Trying to catch your breathes after that little ordeal. “Practiced enough?” You managed, and he looked down a bit. Making your face heat up even more. If that were even possible. “No,” he deadpanned. Lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss. Then trailed down your jaw.

Once his lips met the skin of your neck it was all hunting ground to him. His teeth grazing your skin. Biting here and there. Sucking, leaving marks. He wanted the others to know that something went on. He wanted the regs at 79’s tonight to know that you were now his. Or at least in your eyes you were. His flower, his everything.

You both let out a groan when you heard Crosshairs comm go off. “Cross answer it,” you spoke in a near moan as he sucked on a sensitive patch of skin. Making him pull off with a grunt. His hands releasing you, letting you slump against the tree. “Crosshair, where are you and y/n?” He heard Tech on the other end. “We were shooting the rifle, we’ll be back in a bit,” “Cross-“ he shut off the com link. Turning back to face you with a small smirk as he looked you over. You were still a bit disheveled as you attempted to fix your shirt and your hair. Then leant over to pick up the container. Crosshair picking up the flower. “Hm?” You hummed as he reached over. Tucking it behind your ear. “There, Ner Sarad.”

You couldn’t help but smile, looking up to him with a loving gaze. “I hate you, sometimes,” you murmured. Giving him a quick kiss, then began walking for the marauder again. “Right back at you, y/n.”

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Prompt: 2. "i owe you a kiss" . Post Azkaban!Sirius x reader . Genre: you pick! | I don’t mind if it takes place during poa or later! You can choose. -🌻

her. ✰ PostAzkaban!S.B x Professor!reader

requested: yes/no (requests are still open)

warnings: probably swearing, mentions of death, mentions of prison, dumbledore slander. this is also pretty dialogue heavy and is less new lilliths and more a rewrite of the scene in the shrieking shack.

summary: after years of time apart, sirius needs the help of one of his best friends, and the love of his life.

a/n: ok so i did this with a professor!reader who was also a marauder at school - so ya (just a tad bit of background - not that it may necessarily be mentioned - but her animagus is a white Samoyed dog, kinda matching with sirius ig. at least that's the idea yanno) i hope this is ok i'm sorry if it's not, but i hope your other requests will be a tad bit better :) i have to be honest i don't love this but yanno hope you like it

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"12 years remus! 12 years dumbledore made me believe that the love of my life practically murdered my best friends! i told him. i told him that sirius would never. i also told him that there was talk of peter becoming the secret keeper. did he listen? no! just told me i was in shock and didn't want to believe it" she felt stupid. after remus got the map off of harry, he instantly told y/n. how could he not?

that map never failed them, any of them. there was no way in hell that it would say someone dead was waltzing around hogwarts.

y/n was crying slightly, tears of anger and self pity. she couldn't believe how idiotic she had been. of course sirius would never do anything like that! dumbledore had so much explaining to do, because there was no way he didn't know. of course it all had to do with his 'perfect plan' that was in fact, not flawless.

"i know y/n, i know. just- he's somewhere in the castle i'm sure if it, so we can find him. we will find him"

and they did. pretty quickly actually. she was walking back to her room, trying to wrap her head around everything when she saw it. a black german shepard. "sirius?!" she quietly exclaimed, and as if on queue he transformed back "i promise y/n/n i didn't do it!" she ran up to him and hugged him like her life depended on it, and in some ways it did. "i know siri i know" he picked her up, the both of them still hugging. she wrapped her legs around his waist and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, just like they used to. and for the first time in 12 years, she felt like a teenager again. she felt happy again. she finally felt at home.

after minimal catching up, not that it mattered of course - it was as if they had never stopped seeing eachother, they had found themselves in an... interesting situation

a black as night dog and a white as the moon dog dragging a 14 year old down the roots of the whomping willow and into the shrieking shack. of course, they weren't actually trying to hurt him - just the retched little mouse he was holding onto so tightly, but they still felt bad.

as sirius revealed who he was to the group, y/n was just about to aswell... until sirius looked her in the eyes and shook his head (enough for her to see, but not enough for the others to question). trusting him as much as she did - she stayed put, knowing that if she transformed back now it would only cause more confusion and chaos.

"harry it's a trap - it's him! he's the dog! he's an animagus!" as hermione jumped in front of harry, and unknowingly ron and peter, she spoke "if you want to kill harry you'll have to kill us too!" y/n growled at the rat, the three teenagers easily mistaking it as her snarling at them. "no! only one will die tonight" harry leapt forward "then it'll be you!!" y/n jumped almost immediately, trying to protect him with all her might - but that was easier said than done when you're one dog against 3 armed wizards/witches. hermione shot a spell at her, making her fall back into the bed. unknown to them she changed back. "expeliarmus!" remus yelled. y/n sighed with relief, she just got sirius back she couldn't lose him, especially when harry didn't even know the truth.

"well we'll sirius, lookin rather ragged aren't you? finally the flesh reflects the madness within" he smirked "well you'd know all about the madness within wouldn't you remus?" as they embraced sirius kept muttering about killing peter

"sirius darling, you just got out of azkaban, let's not go back there for a crime you actually committed this time?" she chuckled, finally revealing herself to the younger group.

"no! i trusted you! both of you! and all this time, you've been his friend. he's a werewolf that's why he's been missing classes." that shocked you all, but she was a very bright witch. "how long have you known?" "since professor snape set the essay" y/n chuckled sinisterly "snivellus was always one for subtly" she commented sarcastically, voice full of venom. "hermione you really are the brightest witch of your age i've ever met" he said ignoring y/n's previous comment.

"ah come on remus enough talk - let's kill him!"

"wait!"

"i did my waiting! 12 years of it! in azkaban. i lost the woman i love, the life i could have had, he took that away from me! he deserves to pay!" remus side, handing him the wand. y/n felt her heart beak, she felt so bad for him. he lost so much over something he never even did. he was right, peter did deserve to pay. "ok just wait one minute, he deserves to know why"

"i know why. you killed my parents! you're the reason they're dead!"

"no harry!" she snapped "someone did betray your parents, but it wasn't him. it was someone who, until quite recently. me and remus believed to be dead." he looked genuinely taken aback "who was it then?"

"peter pettigrew. and he's in this room, right now. come out come out peter! come out and play" and then snape came bounding up the stairs "expeliarmus"

"vengeance is sweet, how u hoped to be the one to catch you" remus stepped forward "severus" as he did so, snape pointed his wand at remus, who proceeded to back away - hands up in surrender. "i told dumbledore you two were helping an old friend into the castle and now here is the proof"

"brilliant snape! once again you put your keen mind up to the task, and as usual, come to the wrong conclusion" at this snapes face fell, clearly doubting himself. "now if you'll excuse me, remus, y/n and i have some unfinished business to attend to!" he put the wand to sirius's neck "give me a reason"

"severus don't be a fool" "he can't help it it's habit by now" "sirius be quiet" "oh be quiet yourself remus!"

"oh as usual, you two squabbling like an old married couple - oh wait no. that could have been you and y/n if you sucked up your pride for once" he pressed the wand harder "why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set" as they continued, severus began rambling about the dementors kiss. how he was gonna do it, give sirius up to them. y/n snapped, pointing her wand at snape she shouted "expeliarmus" the spell bounding him back onto the bed, making it come crashing down. "god y/n i could kiss you- sorry not the time. later" he mumbled as harry pointed a wand at the three of them.

"tell me about peter pettigrew" y/n sighed "he was at school with us! we thought he was our friend!" remus continued explaining, until sirius shouted "the map never lies! pettigrew is alive, and he's right there" he said pointing to the rat.

after sirius made peter transform back, he walked over to harry. "you look just like james! we were the best of friends" sirius intervened "how dare you speak to harry."

"we all would have died rather than betray our best friend peter! you're a coward! you are a coward and you took away the one thing i truly cared about. so no. don't play the 'your dad' card on harry! i will kill you. i will kill you because of what you did" she shouted. harry stopped her, saying that the dementors kiss would be more affective.

even after he scurried away and left them all pissed she felt at peace. she finally had closure.

"i believe i owe you a kiss" she smirked at him, sirius being a little taken aback by her forwardness. "well, if your offering" and that she was.

years of mixed emotions finally let go. years of untouchable touches. years of not being able to see the person they loved the most. the raging storm inside his eyes finally returning to a soft breeze, because he finally got the girl. the only person he shared every detail about his family with. the only person he was truly vulnerable with. her. cause at the end of the day, it was a always her. and it always will be her.

taglist: @blackst0nes7077 @siriuslyjanhvi @sassybadqueen @x-heartrender-x @j-cat

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #sirius fluff #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius black imagine #sirius imagine #sirius orion black x reader #sirius #sirius orion black

[sageinacage]

Pog :0 Based around the stream where they did a pvp - Boomer getting tired of losing so he wrecks Punz in hopes of getting a second win?

I hope that you’re doing well and have a great day/night!

Endurance Training summary: boomer wants to knock his cocky friend punz down a peg during their pvp training. a/n: i hope its okay i kinda derailed from the original prompt D: its still them and still in a similar setting but its just boomer being a cocky ass instead LOL warnings: swearing, lighthearted mocking (?), describing a fight in minecraft kinda LOL w/c: 1.4k IG, Platonic

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“Haaa, I’m so good at this.” Punz stretched his arms over his head after yet another victory, shooting a shit-eating grin at his friend. “Isn’t that right, Boomer?”

Boomer fixed his frog hat, and let out an annoyed huff as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re just lucky, dumbass.” He spat back, grumbling something snarky to himself as he straightened out the light training armor equipped on him.

“I don’t think there’s anything lucky going on with you falling on your ass. Multiple times.”

“That’s because you tripped me, you asshole!”

“Oh, boohoo.”

Boomer opened his mouth to say something sassy back at his friend, but decided not to as Punz is definitely someone who could match his level of wits and he knew that. Instead, he let out an exaggerated groan and picked up his training sword, standing on the opposite side of the arena from Punz.

“Ready for round… uh… three? four? Definitely a number.” Punz rubbed the back of his head as he let out a few chuckles, composing himself after a few seconds and holding his sword and shield steadily. “Born ready, baby!” Boomer tried to jest, his goal being to distract Punz in any way he could.

Punz gave the man in the frog hat a confused eyebrow raise, rolling his eyes and beginning to approach him. “Punz, you do not want to come over here!” Boomer sang in a slightly worried tone, backing up and nervously skipping to the side. “Oh, but I really do, Boomer! C’mon, don’t be shy!” Punz sneered, his speed picking up a bit as Boomer let out a high-pitched giggle and ran off.

The man chuckled as his friend’s nervous giggles, shaking his head before equipping the fishing rod from his inventory, reeling Boomer in by the hood of his hoodie. “No!” He screeched, unhooking himself and skipping away again. “You slippery frog!” Punz exclaimed, continuing the chase.

The round ended like normal, some half-assed fight from Boomer then getting absolutely whooped after. “Boomer, c’mon! You gotta try harder than that!” Punz urged, trying to pull the sulking man up from the ground.

“Hm.” He hummed, his whole body going limp as his friend tried to lift him off the ground. “Don’t be a baby, bud.” Punz laughed, eventually just gently dropping him back down. “Am I just too good that you don’t wanna try again?” He chuckled, a smirk painting his features.

“No, I’m just thinking.”

“About…?”

“How to knock you down a peg or two- then I’d put the effort into fighting you.” Boomer grinned widely, a grin that Punz definitely did not trust. “How would you be able to knock me down if you won’t even fight me for real?” He crossed his arms, slightly tilting his head.

Boomer stood up, making the blonde take a small step back.

“I don’t like that look you’re giving me-”

“I remember a little something about you, Punz.”

“Boomer…”

“I remember you had a little… weakness… yeah. A weakness.” Boomer chuckled lowly, taking a step towards Punz. Punz squinted his eyes, trying to seem intimidating but took another step back as the white-haired man took another one forward.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Punz rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his hip. “I think you do, Punz! It’s probably why you’re blushing right now.”

“I am n- not! My cheeks are red out of anger. Yeah, that’s why.” He looked down, avoiding eye contact with the other. “Yeah? Out of anger, Punz? Totally not because you know I’m about to tickle you, and you can’t do anything about it. Y’know, how about we look at this like endurance training- you did originally ask me to train with you to improve, yeah?” Boomer continued as he kept slowly walking at Punz, until he got close to him.

“I’m- I’m n- not… ticklish?”

“Sure you aren’t, pal.” Boomer sneered before tackling his friend onto the grass, rolling around as he wrestled with him to get the upper hand. Eventually, the ‘CEO of Bedwars’ got the blonde pinned under him, but not after a good wrestle.

“Gotcha.” Boomer spoke low in Punz’s ear, before using his free hand to claw into his ribcage. “Sh- Shihit- Boohohomer!” He tried to hold back his giggles, shaking his head as the immediate sensation wracking his ribcage already tickled like hell.

“What’s up? I’m all ears!” Boomer laughed, deciding to pin Punz’s hands beneath his knees so he can use both of his hands. After he managed to pin them there, he wiggled his fingers at his friend. “Now, where should I go next? Your tummy is just right here, so cute and begging to be tickled… but I think I’m gonna go riiiight here…” Boomer gave a devilish grin before kneading his thumbs in circles into his upper waist.

Punz shrieked, arching his back forward. “YohoHOU- *snort* SUHUHUCK! STOHOP IT!” Punz cackled, trying to twist side to side to get rid of the sensations, but the damn feeling just won’t leave and it was causing ticklish shocks to spread across his whole torso.

“N’awww, Punz! I know you’re easily strong enough to escape. You really just wanna be tickled to tears, huh? Tickled so much that you won’t be able to lift a finger against me. Yeah? Is that what you want, Punzie?” Boomer teased, not letting up on those wonderful horrible ticklish circles on his lower ribs.

Covering his face, Punz dug his heels into the ground behind him to try to relieve some of the sensations, but Boomer was just so persistent. “SOHOMEWHEHERE ElSE! P- PLEHEHEASE!” He squealed as his friend’s hands immediately went to squeeze his hips, then to back up to sit on Punz’s knees, immediately scribbling his nails into his thighs.

“NONONO- NOHAHAHAHA-” Punz immediately retaliated, his legs being extremely ticklish. Boomer let out an evil laugh at this new discovery, repeatedly squeezing that spot right above his kneecaps which earned the most high-pitched giggles from the blonde. “No? Not here? Hmmm… I think I like it here, though!” Boomer announced, before scooting back up.

Punz breathed heavily, weakly pulling at his hands- but they remained stuck under Boomer’s knees. “You done?” Boomer asked, his voice expressing more concern than anything. Punz, always wanting a challenge, just smirked. “Never.” He continued to smile, but his eyes grew wide as Boomer slowly started to pull up his white hoodie.

“Ooh, look what we have here! An adorable tummy, just waiting to be tickled by yours truly. You ready, Punz? Are you ready for the tickles since you’re enjoying this soooo much?” Boomer didn’t give him time to answer as he immediately began to flutter his fingertips over his exposed stomach.

“COHOLD HAHANDS- BOOHOHOMER Y- YOU AHASS!” Punz squealed, throwing his head back as one of his worst spots was targeted. “N’awww, you have such a ticklish tummy! That’s so sweet, Punz. I wonder though… ah- ignore me, I’m just going on a ramble.” Boomer spoke to him like he wasn’t destroying him under his fingertips.

The fluttering fingers turned into raking nails, the feeling it provided tickling like hell. Boomer was still curious, though. ‘Do raspberries actually tickle? Would that be a good idea?’ He thought, his fingers not stopping his attack on Punz’s stomach.

Well, here goes nothing.

“PFFT- PLEHEHAHAHAHA- BOOHOHOMER NOHOHO!” Punz went completely limp as a raspberry was planted right on the pudge of his stomach, the feeling strange but extremely ticklish. He let out another screech as more raspberries were placed, followed by nibbles trailing up his sides and ribs as Boomer’s fingers continued to dance along his belly.

“This is so priceless, holy shit!” Boomer eventually sat up, fondly laughing at the dazed look on Punz’s face. “ALRIHIHIGHT!” Punz exclaimed, playfully shoving Boomer off of him and curling up on the grass. “There you go, you managed to escape!” Boomer joked, standing up and towering over his friend.

“That was fun, don’tcha think, Punzie?” Boomer teased, earning an ‘angry’ growl from the other. “Revehenge will be fuhun…” Punz mumbled through his after-giggles, glaring up at Boomer.

“Sure it will, giggles.”

“Shuhut up, will you?!”

#mcyt tickle #lee!punz #ler!boomer #my writing #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG AHKJFHDKJS

[aries-writes-shit]

The book of you and i

Pairing:  c!Twin! sapnap x Reader

Request/Prompt: The alec benjamin song "The book of you and i"

A/N: I kinda made this angsty ig

Well, it all began in the back of her car

I was just 16, but I fell so hard

Well, the years went by, and she held my heart

But her love ran dry, and we fell apart

you were a bright shining light on the smp. The people loved you and yet, that would be your downfall, You could tell your fairytale wouldn´t have a happy ending

I felt her growing distant

I knew her love was shifting

And all that I could say was-

Ever since you were a small child, you kept a small book you would write in about things you had done that were signifigant to you, and your brother Sapnap, would jokingly pick fun at you for it.

When your brother saw you on the other side of the battlefeild during the War for independance, his heart broke for his twin sister, was fighting against him

Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I

Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines

There were so many chapters that we never got to write

Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"

You lost your life that day. Your twin brothers best friend, george, had been the one to take the future you had planned away from you. Your twin was devistated, but he knew he couldnt do a thing about it. He, along with your two fathers, Would mourn over your tombstone, Which they had placed in the badlands, that was until they saw a grey figure sitting on your tombstone, in the same outfit you wore on the day you died.

I remember where we started, I remember how you looked

But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took

You didn't give a reason, I'll forever wonder why

We never got to finish the book of you and I

You sat on your tombstone, your tailcoat swaying in the slight breeze. Bad and Skeppy exchanged a look, before they cautiously walked up to your seethrough form.

¨Y/N?¨ Bad asked, his voice slightly cracking up as you turned your head to look at the two ¨Dad!¨ you exclaimed slightly, your voice sounding almost hollow. Your skin was littered in wounds, while the blow that ended your life, stained through the white blouse you wore under your jacket. ¨I came to see you, Im helped start a country¨ you exclaimed, waving your hands around as you twirled. Neither two men had the guts to tell you that the country had gained independance already and was going on without you. ¨I know that things are going well there¨ You placed your hand on the side of your scarred face ¨ i came to ask if you knew where sapnap is, i think he took my book again¨ Wthout any further word from neither you, nor your fathers, you floated off into the hills, leavng the two men to wonder if it was just a hallucination

Well, I bought a pen, and I turned the page

Then I wrote about how I wish you'd stayed

I said all the things that I never got to say

Maybe when it's done, I will feel okay

Your brother held your book in his hands as he flipped through the pages, reading through your writing, from around age nine to twenty. he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he got to your final entry about halfway through your book, There was a picture with you, and the other l´manburgians. he let out a small sniffle as he picked up his pen, writing one final entry for you, This one was a letter to you about how he wished he could have protected you and how if he could change anything, it would be sacrificing his life for your own. 

¨ You did everything sappy¨ Your hollow voice whispered, causing your twin to look over to where your ghost form stood. ¨ please keep writing in my book for me Sappy, i know it will be in good hands¨ A ghost of a smile formed on your face as you began to fade back into the void, causing your brother to cry out for you, just wanting to see you for a second longer.

That she had grown so distant

And that her love had shifted

I wish she felt the same

Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I

Just like he had been asked, he continued your book for you. He would write about things you would have loved to see, things that if you were still there, would love to do. He even wrote about Wilbur and tommy´s exile. He could swear he could see you out of the corner of his eye when something big was happening, it was almost as if you were there with him in those moments. 

Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines

There were so many chapters that we never got to write

Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"

When the festival came along, he left the seat beside him empty, because he knew you were there, even if not visible. and when he heard your panicked whispers in the wind, he got up and left, because he knew when you spoke up for once, it was important.

it was the next day he learned of the destruction of l´manburg, as well as the death of wilbur and shlatt. Like always, he wrote down what he knew and then closed the book with a sigh. the book only had a few pages left to fill. but he wondered what he would do when he ran out of space, MAybe he would get a new book, and continue your legacy. 

I remember where we started, I remember how you looked

But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took

You never gave a reason, I'll forever wonder why

We never got to finish the book of you and I

it was about a year since the festival and sapnap now had a small bookshelf filled with new books for him to write in when he would run out of room. He had been contemplating something for a while, yet he didnt know if it would be best for you. HE knew dream had a revive book and he wanted to ask him to revive you, even if it was only for a day.

Don't tell me, tell me that you're leaving

My belly hurts, and my heart is hardly beating right

I hate to beg, but I'll try one last time

Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I

¨Dream, please revive her¨ he said through broken sobs ¨ i would do anything¨ those words caused dream to smirk, ¨Either you help me escape, or destroy the books¨ he said, his back against the crying obsidian. Sapnap paused, he knew helping dream escape was a bad idea that would probably get him killed< and dream knew that those books were important to you and sapnap. ¨fine, i´ll destroy the books¨

Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines

There were so many chapters that we never got to write

Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"

when sapnap visted a week later, he brought the books with him to prove he would destroy them. Dream watched with exitement as sap threw them into the lava. Like promised, dream used the book and revived you. You had the same look as you did that day, you were in your war uniform still and you were confused, just a second ago, Wilbur and shlatt were telling you stories about the great nation you had helped form. ¨Sappy¨ you whispered, looking up at him from the floor you were now crouched on. Without a word, you were engulfed in a hug, your brother shouted for Sam, asking for you two to be let out. You were very confused, yet you were happy to be able to hug your twin once more. Sam led you two back out while your brother explained everything to you.

I remember where we started, I remember how you looked

But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took

You never gave a reason, I'll forever wonder why

We never got to finish the book of you and I

you sat in your new garden, Your hair up i a loose braid as you hummed a tune while weeding. You wondered how your friends were doing in the afterlife, did they miss you? ¨hey (y/n)¨ your brother asked, poking his head out of the house you two built ¨Wanna go visit Dad?¨

#sapnap x reader #dream smp x reader #imagine #oneshot #mcyt x reader

[domesticblisss]

Nice to Meet You

Jay White x Female Reader Requested Prompt: “Hello! Thank you for opening requests. How about one with Jay White where he’s in New Japan and reader is in WWE and they end up following each other on ig or something and after awhile of messages and such they finally meet and get together? You can change things up if you want I just love the idea of 2 people from separate companies getting together lol ❤️ ” Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 1306 Warnings: Nothing, fluff as fuck with a tiny little bit of angst and some between the lines pinning and a little cursing. Summary: Mutual friends aren't enough for you to meet, but the internet is. A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post it, work has been crazy, then writer's block hit and when the inspirations finally got back to me, I had the shittiest week ever so I couldn't bring myself to write it. I hope it's at least a little bit good, and that my dear requester and you all like it. 💕

He always heard about her and she always heard about him. Only good things.

Shelley always gushed about how their styles were similar, Sabin went off countless times on how they should wrestle as a duo, and against each other, and Candice kept mentioning how they would look cute together.

But the friends in common weren't enough to make them meet each other and their hectic schedule never coincided. Soon, Jay shipped off to Japan full time and she finally got her NXT contract signed.

Jay was the one to take the first step. It was on a late saturday night, one of his few days off, when he finally decided to watch her debut match against Asuka after seeing it trending across social media and different news outlets.

She lost the match, but she gave the NXT Women’s Champion a run for her money. Hard kicks after hard kicks, asuka locks being countered several times, and the most incredibly performed top rope DDT he had ever seen. It was the hardest hitting women’s match he had seen in a while and he was amused with her talent, so amused he had to let the world know.

“@thisisfuryWWE nxt debut match was the best one I’ve seen in a long time. Can’t wait to see more of you 😉”

The message made her smile, the recognition from someone she always thought so highly of warming her heart.

“@JayWhiteNZ thank you! this means a lot coming from the #switchblade 🔪❤️”

With that came the mutual following on social media, then the likes, the casual comments turned into dm’s, turned into phone number exchanges, and soon, they didn’t know a life without each other.

Every day a “good morning” text would be sent by whoever woke up first and “sleep well” texts closed off the night. The time zone was messy, but they always found a way to talk to each other, losing count of how many nights were poorly slept and the amount of coffee they drank on the morning after.

Little “this made me think of you” messages were sent whenever a dog picture or a meme came their way, friends' dinner/lunch dates through FaceTime became a thing and every Instagram post got commented with an inside joke. Friends and fans started to notice the change in their relationship and soon their mentions were bombarded with speculating questions.

“Are you guys together?”

“When are the two of you getting married?”

“@thisisfuryWWE and @JayWhiteNZ get a fucking room already”

“I would if she was near me 🙄”

She was the one who took the second step. After a lot of talk with Candice, she finally realised her true feelings towards the kiwi. It wasn’t easy accepting them at first, she took longer to respond to his messages, the “good morning” texts were no more, and her answers were always short, until the fateful day where she completely stopped answering him.

→ I don’t know if I did something wrong, and I am so sorry if I did, but please talk to me.

She knew that ghosting him was wrong and that she needed to tell him the truth, even if her anxiety got the best of her.

The clock on her phone announced that it was 12:45pm, meaning it was almost 2 in the morning for him and that he probably had just gotten back from the monday tapings, tired and wanting to sleep. “Fuck it, he texted me. It’s now or never.”

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

He picked up on the third ring, his long, dyed black hair wet, sticking to his forehead, the droplets of water running down his chest.

“Hey! Sorry it took me a while to pick it up, I was just taking a shower. How are you?” He panted like he had just ran a marathon to pick up the phone. “I missed you.”

She had never seen him so vulnerable, the small tone of his voice shot a tinge of pain to her heart. “Can we talk? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, just let me put some pants on.” Jay laughed.

He sat the phone down on the nightstand and she kept staring at the cream ceiling of his hotel room, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

“Is everything okay, I was worried about you.” Noises of shuffling fabric were noticeable in the background, paired with a string of curses after what she was pretty sure was him bumping his pinky on some furniture.

“Everything is fine. Is your toe still alive?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

She looked at him, really looked at him. The dark hair dryer, messy and no longer sticking to his forehead, probably the work of him aggressively running the towel over it. His fair skin pink after a hot shower, blue eyes shy, almost anxiety ridden with anticipation of what could happen next. She let out a modest smile, running the words she had thought about telling him countless times in her head.

“What is it, honey?”

“Jay, I- I need to tell you something. I don’t know how to say it but just let me finish first or I’ll die.”

He only nodded.

“I like you. Really, really like you. That’s why I’ve been off these past few days, I’ve been trying to understand my feelings and I ended up scaring myself because I’ve never felt this way for anyone.” she stopped for a few seconds, hands running over face and hair, taking a moment to breath. “Jay, I– fuck, I appreciate our friendship so, so much and I don’t want to ruin it, but I get it if this makes you uncomfortable and if you want to cut ties.”

Jay kept quiet, staring at her through the small screen, smile getting bigger and until it turned into full, hearty laughter.

“Jay, this is not funny. I’m not–“

“This is why you vanished? God, can’t you see I fucking love you too, you idiot?!”

Silence engulfed the pair again as they looked at each other, not believing what had finally happened. They exchanged smiles and lingering stares before continuing the conversation.

“I’m crazy about you, honey.”

“And how are we going to do this, Jay?”

“I am constantly going back home, you can come over when you have some free time. We will figure it out, baby.”

Three weeks of messages and video calls, three weeks of “I love yous” and “can’t wait to see you”, three of the longest weeks of their lives until they finally meet each other.

Jay opens instagram, her story bubble being the first one to show up. He clicks on it and is met with a picture of her in a red envelope dress and white converse, the same one he was wearing, and a caption that said “today is going to be a great day! ❤️🔪”.

🔥 reaction and a “see you in forty, love” reply sent, her phone vibrated in her purse just a few meters away from him. Little did he know she was waiting for him in the landing room, holding a small poster with “Mr. White” written and little switchblades drawn all over it.

She grew anxious as everyone but Jay left the plane, checking the time and if she was on the right gate constantly.

Five minutes passed, five minutes that felt like hours, and Jay finally came out, with sunglasses covering his eyes and his denim jacket in hand. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, a smile growing on his face as she ran to him. He engulfed her in a tight hug, kissing her lips in small pecks that grew into one big slow kiss.

They touched foreheads after, smiling and laughing, not believing they were finally in each other’s arms.

“Hey, stranger.”

#jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white #wrestling imagine #njpw imagine #wrestling fanfiction #jay white fanfic #DB Writes

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Owen Grady’s child

Owen Grady x child!reader

warnings: knives, guns

a/n: i cannot remember the plot bare w me

prompt: being owen’s child

okay, let’s start with the fact that he’s a single dad

that did not stop him from raising you right

navy brat

after a little bit of instability during his years of service, he got a job as a raptor trainer

so you see, it wasn’t a typical childhood

you two moved to isla nublar so he could begin his work

“woah, that’s a dinosaur?”

“yeah, kiddo, she’s a velociraptor”

you were a bit older when you met the dinosaurs, so owen trusted you to be around them

“if you respect them, they’ll respect you”

blue took a liking to you pretty quick!!!

owen thought it was adorable the way you got along with the raptors

you were sort of like a co-trainer

living in that lil trailer

“this place is too small”

“quit your complaining and eat your mac and cheese”

your dad taught you how to fix cars and motorcycles

you did a bang-up job

“you really are my child. oh, my god, im so proud”

watching tv with owen all the damn time

it was usually cartoons though bc that was all he cared to watch

sometimes he forgets that you are not a raptor and you have to jog his memory

“can you get your hand out of my face before i tear it off?”

half of your holiday gifts are weapons

“look at this knife, y/n! it’s two inches longer than your old one. you’ll grow into it”

“dad, a knife is not a pair of pants...but thank you, i love it”

you’re pretty good at throwing knives, though. your dad put a target on a nearby tree for you to practice

every once in a while it’s gun practice, though

“okay, remember the proper foot stance...now arms. make sure not to lock up, make sure your fingers are clear from anything that could move...okay, go!”

there was a high level of trust between you and your dad

he ruffles your hair a lot, you used to care

you no longer care

you had free admission to the park, so sometimes you’d take the day off and wander around for a while

you always came home with a stuffed animal (or several)

“is that a stuffed pterodactyl?”

“his name is pterry”

“nice”

back to raptor training: you loved it!!!!!!!

training a dinosaur was nothing like training a dog, lemme tell you

these lovely dinos made you so happy!!!

they’re pretty at-ease when you’re nearby

arguing when anyone talks about using them for some sort of selfish profit

“they’re animals, dipshit! stop treating them like weapons!”

“mr. grady, are you going to tell your child to behave?”

“no, no i will not”

claire popping over to see your dad while you were working on his bike

because she suddenly needed your dad’s help

and wanted to exclude you until your dad said he wouldn’t do anything unless you had the opportunity to come along

“you know, y/n, i have a nephew who’s about the same age as you visiting here right now”

“how old am i, claire?”

she did not have a response

your dad was stifling chuckles

“nice one, kid” *high five*

tHe InDoMiNuS rEx

you: 👀

owen: 👀

yeah this was not gonna be good

tbh you almost died when you were surveying the cage

why? oh, i don’t know...because there was a BIG FUCKING DINOSAUR IN THAT BITCH

“y/n! under there!”

you ran ahead of owen and ducked under a truck where he soon followed (and dumped gasoline all over yall)

terrifying, truly

your dad did not want to let you out of his sight

not todayyyy

“are you okay, yeah?”

“perfect...”

busting into the control center :) tee hee

while owen was barking orders at people and telling them to not do what they were doing, you were sitting next to the guy with a bunch of dinosaurs on his desk

“you like them?”

“not really, i’m not five”

“oh...”

turning to the screen to see flatlining soldiers

“oh, shit. uh, that’s not good. you need to close the park maybe?”

they dont like listening to the child with the bright ideas ig

they did end up shutting off rides though. best they can do, huh?

claire couldnt get in contact with her nephews

you went after them together

it was a long ass journey

you almost died a few times

although your father did trust you to take care of yourself, even in a situation like this, he still was extremely worried for your safety

you got a gun :)

this was actually positively the worst day of your life

okay, it took a long while to catch up to claire’s nephews

“jesus, claire, you’re nephews sure know how to move. this is getting exhausting”

you didn’t find them until the......pterodactyls got loose

“pterry would never do something like this”

“not the time or place, y/n”

“sorry, dad”

finally finding those damn kids

“hey, i’m y/n, your crazy ass aunt just dragged me and my dad all the way around the island to find you!”

oh yeah a pterodactyl tackled your dad

whoop de do your gun was jammed

claire saved the day and all three of you witnessed their little display of pda amidst chaos

“wow, uh, maybe we’ll be cousins...”

your dad finally caved and agreed to use the raptors to find the indominus rex

and you got to prove your badassery out there

“you sure you’re up for this mission, y/n? you know you can stay with claire and the boys if you want”

“i’ll be okay, dad, i promise”

he gave you a hug

YOU GOT A MF MOTORCYCLE

okay i cant lie, you and your dad riding motorcycles side-by-side among velociraptors was probably the coolest thing you’ll ever get to do

but they, uh, kind of turned on you and next thing you know, you were speeding after the ambulance claire was driving

zach and gray were relieved to see you

you gave ‘em a little wave

“do you think we’ll ever be that cool?”

“gray, not now”

“i’m gonna take that as a ‘no’”

CLAIRE LET OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING T-REX

it was an Experience(tm)

you were split up from your dad and the boys while she was doing that

so you were deathly worried

running over there when it was safe

“is everyone alright?”

“define ‘alright’” -gray

“we’re fine, y/n” -zach

“are you okay?” -dad

“yeah, i think so”

this final battle between the dinosaurs was a bit shocking to watch, but it was hard to keep your eyes off

it all wrapped up and the dinos were let loose

and......the park got closed down

you and your dad were unemployed effective immediately

but your dad and claire finally got together

“you guys are sweet but are we all going to fit in that little camper?”

“we’ll make it work”

they did for a while

but there was a lot if arguing

your dad wanted to reside in the camper forever, claire didn’t, they broke up, you stayed with your dad to help him out during hard times, he decided to build a cabin

he claims he was not affected by the breakup but you knew better

you and your dad had an unbreakable bond, you’d been through so much together

it was only a matter of time before the world had something new in store for you and dad

taglist:

#owen grady #owen grady x reader #owen grady imagine #owen grady x daugter!reader #owen grady x child!reader #grady!reader #jurassic world imagine #jurassic world x reader #jurassic world #dad!owen grady

[jaeminscoffee]

Cramps | k. dy

Pairings- Kim Dongyoung x Reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Word count- 1.61k

Warnings- None. It’s a little cringe ig?

Synopsis- Period, Boyfriend, 3am, cuddles and snacks equals your haven

Type- Requested! (i edited the 25th prompt a little since that sentence had been overused! Sorry for that!)

@kpopscape​

Getting a call from you past midnight was a regular for Doyoung. It would usually be to check up on him, whether he ate after practice, or if he’d slept enough and things like that. It came to a point where Doyoung would stare at his screen waiting for your call, worrying when he wouldn’t receive any from your side, not even a text. 

Which is why he bolted to your apartment past 2 am to your apartment, after not receiving any sort of sign that you’re alive for the past 3 days. He’d tried calling you, yes. But he’d always be directed to your voice recording which only worried him more. 

He should’ve been used to it now though, it was the same cycle every month. You’d given him a spare key to your apartment in case you’d changed the passcode (which just so happened to be his birthdate) and forgotten to let him know. 

You were too indulged in feeling the pain of your period kicking through from time to time to even bother checking your phone. Worst of all was the fact you were all out of chocolates or anything to snack on except for dried fruit and peanuts. So buried in your pain, you cut off all human connections. 

When your boyfriend opened the door to your apartment, it looked pretty normal. The kitchen was tidy, but a little empty. The living room looked like not a soul had sat there for months though you, alongside him, made a popcorn mess there not even a week ago. The room was what proved his theories correct. The floor scattered with empty salted peanut packets. Around five bottles of gatorade on your side table with a packet of pain killer beside it. 

“My poor baby..” he let out mostly to himself, finding you in a blanket burrito, only your head peeking out, eyes closed which made him think you were asleep. He made his way inside, picking up the packets off the floor before disposing it in the garbage bin, doing the same with the bottles not before placing a chaste kiss on your lips that were puckered. He couldn’t help it, you looked like an extremely cute, depressed sushi. 

Your eyes flew open from the sudden plush feeling on your lips to meet with the doe eyes you adored oh so much. He pulled away immediately seeing you stare him dead in the eyes, which had his eyes widen in both shock and guilt for waking you up. You found his reaction endearing as you smile up at him, pulling your hands out with great effort.

You see his lips moving, probably spurting out apologies but you hold your hands out to stop him from speaking, which earned a confused look from his side. You reach out to the side of your face, removing the airpod from both ears before placing it onto the now clean table. “Now, speak” you mumble.

He stares at you a little too long, dumbfounded, “You weren’t asleep?” he asks, unintentionally pulling a trigger as you’d caught not a glimpse of sleep since your period decided to come knocking at your door. You sit up, hissing at the feeling between your thighs. 

“You’d THINK I’d have gotten sleep, huh?” you glare up to your ever so confused boyfriend. “Check the date, Doyoung it’s been 2 years. You should’ve known." 

"No, I know you’re on your period. But why didn’t you get any sleep?” he inquires, sitting down beside you. 

“I’m drowning in my sorrow because I’m too good for the humans to know of my celestial existence. The lord’s themselves sculpted me with great-”

“You ran out of snacks, didn’t you?” he gave you a bemused look, cutting off your ramble which had you whining. “Worst of all I don’t have shibers to cuddle!! It’s my brother’s week to take care of him and yes i did run out of snacks, did you get any for me?” you look at him, eyes practically shimmering in hope. 

He puffs out a sharp breath, mentally facepalming as he’d forgotten to do so from the previous worry he had for you. “To be fair, I was genuinely too occupied wanting to know of your wellbeing to think of snacks” Doyoung justifies, as you whine once again. You mumbled something along the lines of “Doyoung you’re the worst boyfriend ever” or something while you turn your back at him. Once again burying yourself in your blankets. 

He sat quiet as you kept letting out incomprehensible sentences when he got an idea. It’s just 3 am anyways. 

“Y/n” he calls out to you, poking at your side to grab your attention. “Psst. Y/n~” he repeated, making you scoot away from him as you feigned anger at him.

“Want to go get some fries?” he offered, which made you pause your actions. You stay silent, waiting for his next words. “Only if you want to though, or we could just cuddle your pain away-” Doyoung stood up, about to make his way towards the switch panels to turn the lights out. You caught his wrist midway. “No, wait. I’m interested." 

After screaming at your boyfriend for running over to your house instead of driving, you let him drive you over to the nearest McDonald’s with your car even after he proposed a walk being good for reducing cramp pain. You were too lazy for heaven’s sake. 

"Can i place an order for 2 large fries? And a Mcflurry? Thank you” Doyoung spoke after pulling up at the drive through as you sat in the passenger’s seat, two layers of sweater and his hoodie pulled over onto your body to keep you warm. 

Waiting patiently for your order, you lean forward, resting your head on the dashboard as your pain only got worse. Doyoung reached over to your back, caressing it in a comforting manner to help reduce pain as he turned the heater on inside the car, determined to keep you as warm as possible.

You practically snatch the food away from his hands as soon as he received the order, earning a chuckle for him as he drives out out of the drive through, driving in the opposite direction of your house, probably to his and you don’t object, definitely liking the idea of munching on fries and slurping away the drink alongside his cuddles. 

“You okay with staying over for the night?” he looks at you for a split second, confirming even though the answer was obvious, “I could drive you back home, it’s just, I’ve got work early in the morning tomorrow so i won’t be able to drop you then, and i know you’ll wake up in the middle of the night without warmth so-" 

"I’m fine with it! I like your pillows better than mine anyways” you reply with a mouth full of fries. 

Doyoung parks a little away from his apartment, seeing the parking lot overcrowded, earning a whine from you at the thought of having to physically move. 

“Babe, i can’t moveee” you drag, as he parks just 2 minutes walk away from the apartment compound. A packet of empty fries placed on the drinks holder when he turns to look at you, “It’ll take not anymore than a minute” he tries convincing you. “It’s not that i don’t want to, i can’t” you emphasize the word ‘can’t’ to get your point across. 

He taps at the steering wheel, while looking at you, thinking for a better alternative for walking. “Give me a piggyback ride!” you beat him to it. He nods his head in agreement, knowing you’d even go as far to just sleep in the car if he didn’t carry you up to his house. So without putting up a protest, he got out of the driver’s seat and made his way towards you, kneeling down once he opened the door to your side. 

You trust fall forward, earning a sound of pain from your poor boyfriend as you chuckle out an apology. You press a kiss onto his cheeks before resting your head on his shoulder, feeling another wave of pain hit you, making you whimper. 

Doyoung stood up, securing you in place as he took out the remaining order and the trash, making sure to lock the car before waking towards the apartment, inside the building and towards the elevator. 

“Doyoung.. It hurts” you whine out, wanting nothing more than a soft surface to lie down on as Doyoung hushed you with comforting words, speed walking towards his door once the lift opened.

Feeling lethargic, you barely manage to make out the faint image of his well organised living room, the black and white undertone of the walls all too similar but you were too drawn out by the pain to make a clear picture out of it. 

You feel yourself being lowered down onto his couch as your boyfriend made his way towards the kitchen to place the fries and drink down on the counter. 

With heavy eyelids, you stare straight at the table beside the T. V, blinking multiple times to see what was moving back and forth in what looked like a cage to you. When it’d clearly be a mini aquarium to any sane soul.

“Babe, your dragon looks dope!” you scream out, turning towards the side to get into a comfortable position as you feel your legs being tugged out of your boots. Doyoung lets out a small laugh, looking at you with amusement.

“Pain’s that bad?” he questioned as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Hmm?”

“That’s my goldfish, Y/n”

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