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moonrisecoeur · 6 months

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okay but like imagine a bully leon that's actually so subby when things get real…. like idk what it is but there's really something about guys that look kinda dom on the outside actually being really submissive on the inside… Imagine some kind of high school or even better, college AU where Leon's kind of an asshole to you first semester, and then you scheme with your friends to get revenge … just not the way he expected or smth, maybe at some cliche party you end up one on one with him and after some kind of heated confrontation you make your move, and even though his bully side tries to resist, his subby side pops out and he eventually gets reduced to a begging, sobbing mess. And you just mistreat him so well, he gets all clingy and pathetic by the end of it, all whiny, and you're almost rough with him, getting him so needy and then forcing him to apologize so much and beg, and acknowledge idk something like he was wrong, you're the best, etc, he needs you

I think this would work maybe with RE2 Leon the best, but RE4 leon possibly? There's really just something about RE2 leon being subby and RE2 leon being a really bratty bully type But yeah smth like brat taming with leon or something!! Maybe even spanking if he was that much of an asshole lmaoooo

(sorry if this sent twice i was having issues with tumblr)

this is a wonderful concept and all but be so for real my guy leon could not be a bully. especially re2 and re4. he’s too sweet and gentle to ada in re2 and ashley in re4 to ever truly bully someone.

buuuuuuuuut since u already got this idea so flushed out i might as well add to it!! sorry this isn’t as long as i’d like to to be i couldn’t really think of anything else to add!!

sub!bully!leon x slight mean dom!reader, no pronouns used, afab body parts mentioned.

leon likes your attention and feels like the only way he can get it is to be mean. the first time you both met, you didn’t realize he was trying to talk to you and just walked past him (with like earbuds in and stuff) and he was so heartbroken.

so every time he sees you in class he’ll be rude and abrasive, calling you insulting nicknames and stuff. he kinda likes the face you make when you get mad, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes stare sharply at him.

he’s also kinda mean to your friends because to him they’re an extension of you.

at this party, he’s been drinking, not too much because he’s cautious but enough to where he’s not completely sober. you as well.

you both start arguing when he bumps into you and knocks your drink out of your hand. he says a lot of cruel things that make your heart ache slightly. he’s so needlessly mean that you’re getting fed up with taking his shit.

you take a step closer to him, finally willing to do more than stand your ground, but actually fight back, “do you just want me to hate you that damn bad, leon? because you really seem to enjoy pissing me off.”

his body feels weak at your cold tone of voice. he’s suddenly not the evil, monstrous man that made fun of you, embarrassed you, called you names, talked down to you. he tries to keep up his front, but you see it cracking.

“i know you like it,” he says, “like it when i’m mean to you, don’t you? you want me to call you names and make fun of you, kinky bitch.”

you scoff, looking away from him. he couldn’t be more wrong.

“what? you think i’m wrong? prove it to me, prove that you don’t like me like this. show me that you’re worth anything more than being the dirt beneath my—”

“shut the fuck up, leon,” you groan as you come closer to him. it’s what he was afraid of, and god you’re so close to him… he’s worried he might explode from nerves. your hand presses against his chest as you push him away, and then suddenly, you’re up against him, he’s pressed against the wall, and your hand is back on his chest.

“uh, i.. i—” he says.

“what’s wrong? lost the ability to speak?” you ask him rhetorically, smirking, “you did get something right, i am a kinky bitch. just the wrong kind.”

“what?” he asks breathlessly. he looks like he’s about to pass out, face red, hands shaking. you would want to soothe him if he wasn’t such an asshole, “wrong kind?”

your hand on his chest drops to his crotch, groping him over his jeans, and he fucking whimpers. already. you come to the realization that leon kennedy, the bastard who’s been torturing you for months on end, is a fucking sub. good god.

“wait wait wait… hold on… i- what are you doing?”

your smirk grows, your breaths and sighs are satisfied, contented with holding him here, watching him stutter and whimper, “awh, i will admit. you’re much cuter when you’re not using that mouth to be rude. much, much prettier…”

his face is already red, his ears too. he looks messy, fragile, adorable.

“p-please,” his voice breaks, and you know you’ve won.

—

“stupid, stupid boy, thinks he can be mean to me? messed with the wrong girl,” you say, patronizingly soothing as you run your fingers through his hair, his cock buried inside of you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, “you should say sorry, baby, for what you did to me.”

“fuck, i- i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry about what i said to you a- and your friends! i’m sorry!”

you scoff, “no, you know that’s not good enough, try harder. tell me how pathetic and dumb you are.”

he whines, his lips pressing against your neck sweetly as an apology, and as a way out of giving you a real one. he grasps onto your body like you’re his only anchor to stability and sanity.

you try to coax him out of his shyness and get him to tell you all the things you want him to say, “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me. tell me how mean and degrading and cruel you were to me, just to be my stupid, obedient boy after i flipped it on you. the second i was a little mean to you, you completely gave in to me, didn’t you?”

“y-yeah, i… i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been- ah, good for you, but please let me be. give me a chance to be good, please. i can be good.”

you just laugh, clearly annoyed with him, “stupid fucking thing, thinks he can make me forgive him by begging to give him the grace he never gave me. you will have to earn your forgiveness, baby.”

he whines, “can i please fuck you? please? i’ll show you how good i can be, how good i can make you feel, i’ll so whatever you say i promise!!!”

“no, sweetheart, you’re going to sit still. you’re going to cry and weep and sob about how sorry you are, about how much better i am than you, how you don’t deserve me or my pussy, and how badly you need me to treat you like you’re nothing.”

#i’m sorry if this makes no sense #can u tell i have no experience being bullied 😭 i’m so sorrry to anyone who has #this concept isn’t really my vibe so i’m sorry if i didn’t do it justice :/#sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #sub leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #resident evil

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Hello, I really love how you seem to have such a good read on RoR characters! Kinda shy asking this because I swore I read Record of Ragnarok for the action and backstories but it’s hard to contain my simping…. (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

May I request some headcanons for Poseidon x a shy but kind human fem!MC? The idea I had in mind was that some thousands of years ago, Aphrodite, annoyed with Poseidon’s indifference to her charms, “cursed” him with a soulmate. This soulmate turned out to be MC who wasn’t even born yet back then. The plot will take place sometime before the actual human vs. gods battles start, so maybe during some preparation period where they’re setting up the stadium and all that? During this period, the human audience had already been “teleported” there (I don’t think they ever elaborated on how the humans all just end up watching the ragnarok) MC is one of these humans and coincidentally happened upon Poseidon during her stay. Of course, the soulmate stuff won’t magically make Poseidon have a complete change on humankind, but I was hoping he’d gradually soften up to her even if he won’t admit it.

As for what kind of soulmate AU, maybe the type where the first words your soulmate says to you is inscribed somewhere on your body? I think it’ll be fun to have her say something to him, he realizes but doesn’t say anything back so she just doesn’t know until much later.

Hopefully this isn’t too detailed or convoluted (๑•́‧̫•̀๑) And thank you so much in advance if you decide to write this! And if it’s not too much to ask, please don’t kill off Poseidon, but I also don’t want Sasaki to die either… maybe Poseidon will choose to forfeit (after fighting at first) because his soulmate is amongst the humans that will be eliminated if gods win? •ू(ᵒ̴̶̷᷄ωᵒ̴̶̷᷅*•ू) )੭ु⁾⁾

THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE OMG!? I'M MORE THAN HAPPY TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU BUT ALSO, UR SO VALID FOR WANTING NIETHER OF THEM TO DIE, IDK WHY BUT THIS ANIME MAKES ME ATTATCHED TO BOTH THE GODS AND THE HUMANS-

Either way, I hope I did well, this was my first time writing for Poseidon!

- Consider how vain these two can be sometimes, it's only natural that they would butt heads often but when Poseidon dared to claim that Aphrodite truth wasn't as fair as she claimed herself- no, that she KNEW herself to be- she just couldn't allow this injustice to stand.

- He cherished absolutely nothing, he appreciated absolutely nothing. So she took it upon herself to change that. After all, it was HER who was the Goddess of Love. So she decided to pull a little trick

- Now, lets flashforward (to modern? ancient? Idk, man, heaven time??) and Poseidon has been summoned to his match. A match he felt was pointless but, whatever, who was he to deny his brother?

- Gracing the God's hall and going to his room to prepare and shield himself from sharing the same air as humans; imagine his surprise when he sees you.

- You're pathetic. Skittish, looking around like a confused mutt, and looking as disgusting as the rest of your kind. He knows your human alone and he's offended that you had the AUDACTIY to walk INTO THE AREA WHERE THE GOD'S RESIDE, AND EVEN STAND IN FRONT OF HIS DOOR.

- In reality, you weren't trying to piss anyone off. You had gotten separated from the rest of the humans and accidentally found yourself in a part of the arena you weren't familiar with.

- You were so relieved when you looked and saw another person in the hallway with you! Maybe you could ask them for directions. Poseidon did not know why you were approaching him so casually but he did NOT like it, like, AT ALL.

- Since your soulmates, maybe the reason why you don't feel his threatening aura like other gods and humans do is because some part of you just can't find it in you to fear him. He takes this as a sign of disrespect.

- You do feel anxious, however, he was such an attractive man but he absolutely did not look pleased to see you and you assumed he was just having a bad day.

- "H-Hello, I don't mean to trouble you!" You call out, your voice quiet and filled with uncertainty.

- He narrows his eyes at you, absolutely enraged by the idea of you approaching him so casually. You filthy little worm, he should destroy right-

- But then he takes a look at his wrist, he doesn't know why he does, a subconscious decision perhaps. But he side eyes you...odd, he makes sure to check his wrist. Oh well, he may as well grant you a few seconds of life.

- Then he checks his wrist and sees that the very first words you said to him...were on it. He looks from his wrist to you, who has no idea what's going on and honestly just wanted to find a way out of this big hallway.

- "U-Um, sir? I-I'm sorry, but do you know the way out?"

- He merely narrows his eyes at you before summoning his trident into his hands and thats when you realize; you're standing before a God. He says nothing to you and you instantly want to apologize but before you could, he just points in his trident into the direction he came from.

- You look at him, scared and confused, and he continues to stare at you with cold eyes. When he doesn't say or do anything for a few minutes you finally realized he was pointing the direction out.

- You apologize for the trouble and run like hell, his gaze following you.

- He observes you closely after that, believing this may be some kind of mistake. Thats why he didn't say anything to you, because a part of him was nervous. But he was mostly angry.

- It showed by when he barged into Aphrodite's room to DEMAND her what trickery she had stuped too and to undo it, she just smiles slyly and asks him: "What trickery?~"

- After some frustrating interrogation that goes NOWHERE...he finds himself staring at you quiet often, the mortals all cowering in fear when they feel his divine prescence. Not you, though, you never seem to notice him until you follow their stares and see his cold eyes, staring you down like you were gum under his new shoes.

- It's a very odd exchange, overall. Everyday, he'd show up at the most random of times and causing a stir among everyone else but yourself. Sometimes it'd even be multiple visits a day. Either way it confused you because the matches hadn't even started and already, you had somehow invoked a God's wrath.

- At least, that's what you thought at first until you noticed that he never did anything to really threaten your safety. Yes, watching you was a bit odd, but you find that you aren't really all that nervous about it anymore. Especially since with every visit, you believe that his gaze softens when they're set upon you.

- He kept his distance at first but then, once you started to take notice of him, you'd offer him to sit next to you as you sat in the beautiful fields that surrounded the arena or would be reading in one of the vast nearby libraries. Originally he would just walk away and as time went on he slowly began to warm up to you.

- Like a cat. tbh.

- He couldn't help it, at least, it FELT like he couldn't help it. He didn't know if it was your bond as soulmates, the unyielding kindness that he originally saw as foolish and niave, or overall just your quiet nature until you saw your friends.

- Either way, the more he began to see you, the more he could look past your flaws (which was being a human) and start to appreciate the things about you the made you beautiful.

- Don't get me wrong, he was definetly in denial for the longest time so he would kinda start off with small things. Like it goes from: "Oh, at least they bowed their head to my statue, thats a redeemable quality, at least." to "She is the epitome of perfection♡"

- You wouldn't really ever know that Poseidon's feelings towards you have grown, he hides it very well behind that stoic face that he wears and he hasn't even really spoken to you, yet. He doesn't know why but he feels like...the time isn't right. Despite his growing feelings, he truly isn't ready to accept a human as his soulmate yet.

- You just assumed he didn't talk much so you never pushed him too. Yeah, it mightve been a bit awkward at first but you appreciated his prescence, it brought you a new sense of comfort and peace that you never felt, not even when you were alive.

- When you made flower crowns in the gardens, you'd ask if you could decorate his trident for him and he gave you a deadpan stare before nodding his head in approval. He'd silently gesture you to follow him and show you a private pool whenever a say seemed a bit too hot for you and watch as you played in it, a soft smile growing on his face.

- He would even feel a bit of anger when he was with his fellow gods, listening to them generalize their hatred towards humanity. Usually Poseidon would join them but he couldn't bring himself too. After all, humanity was pesky and troublesome but some of them weren't that bad.

- They could be sweet, they could be unfailingly kindhearted and empathetic...They could be you. So he'd just glare distastefully but never say anything, but he didn't need to as everyone slowly stopped talking after sensing they somehow upset him.

- He spent a lot of his time with you during the days that led up to his match, you were unsure of who to root for; since it's true that humanity would be wiped out if the God's continued to win but at the same time, you didn't want to see Poseidon get hurt.

- He picked you out from the crowd immediately and made eye contact with you, not even acknowledging his opponent as he stepped into the ring.

- Did he still look down on humanity? Yes. But...he supposed there were some good aspects to it. Good aspects like you.

- As the mythical creatures and gods from his side cheered him on, shouting insults towards the humans, and telling him to destroy them like the ants they were: his eyes were locked on your (e/c) eyes before he finally made a decision. Internally, he had just lost a battle within himself in that moment...but he wasn't upset about it.

- So he interrupts Heimdall's introduction speeches as he addresses the whole crowd, "I FORFIET THIS MATCH!"

- Shock and bafflement was all that could be heard from both sides of the arena. They couldn't have possibly heard him right, though, after all: He was Poseidon, the beautiful God of the Sea, there was no way he would just-

- Then he looked at you and your heart leapt at hearing his voice for the first time. His eyes became gentle as they stared into yours, "I will fight for humanity. For some of you are worthy yet."

- You didn't respond for a bit, not noticing how the words "I will fight for humanity" appeared on your wrist, but he did. And he knew that even if Aphrodite had "cursed" him, that it truly didn't bother him. You were made for him. His perfect mortal♡

- This was only proven when you broke out of your shocked trance faster than anyone and cheered his name happily, your shyness lost as you joyfully cheered his name, causing him to visibly smile in front of everyone.

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luvingshidou · 1 month

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YOU'RE THE DISGUSTING ONE.

sae x fem! reader part 2!!!

ANGST

a little ooc idk

Not proofread

THANK U ANON FOR THE IDEAA🫶🫶🫶

Being home again was different without you. Without you being there to constantly berate and annoy, Sae felt different. After Sae put more thought into it, he missed you. He missed you so much to the point that it was painful to think about never talking or seeing you again. Oh how fucking stupid he was saying all that shit to you and what was it even worst is you've blocked him on every app and website imaginable, he's tried to go to your house but no one would answer when he rang the doorbell. Sae would always think about you to the point where it sometimes would affect him during practice. He wanted to know how you were doing, but he couldn't ask anyone to check on you since the only person that was close to him and you was Rin, but know he feels nothing but spite for Sae. The more time went on, the more he realised that he was in love with you, deeply in love.

It was 2 years since Sae broke your heart, crushed it into a million pieces. Some of your friends thought you were overreacting and that you'll move on, like you ever could, you fucking adored Sae more then anyone else and then he starts acting like this cold, heartless bastard of a man, good god did it piss you off. You waited 4 years for him, you never flirted with other men, you never went out on date, you were loyal to him, yet he still trampled all over your heart. You cut all contact for him. You didn't want to hear his sad little sob story. You never wanted to see him again ever. But at last here you were, sitting beside him on the train going back to your house. You're pretty sure he didn't know you at first that until you saw him staring at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Sae knew this was you, but you were so different. You had an this worn-out look on your face. The look in your eyes were dull, showing no sign of emotion. Fuck. You changed so much. What the fuck has he done to you??? Sae was about to say something to you until he saw you get off at the next stop. Sae quickly got up after you. He wasn't going to let you slip through his fingers, not this time.

"Y/N." Sae blurrted out walking behind you, grabbing your arm so you could face him. "Y/N, I—" Sae was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say. It took him every fibre in his being, not to hug you to death.

"Sae, why are you following me?? Are you a fucking stalker or something???" You snarled back at him, your voice was so flat and monotone it felt like Sae was talking to a complete different person.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Y/N, please I know I fucked up, but shit I realised I need you in my life. I really need you." Sae was desperate. He needed you. He was acting so pathetic. It was shameful for him, but he'd do anything to have you back.

"Fuck off. You're acting like you all of a sudden you care about me, even though when a saw you after 4 years, you acted like I was some lowlife and you were above me." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. It hurt Sae to hear those words out of your mouth. Really really hurt him.

"Y/N— look, I'm really sorry, really— I'm so fucking sorry." Sae blurts, his lips now pressed into a frown. God my did he fuck everything up, he was stupid, so so stupid.

"Shut up, I don't wanna hear your stupid sob story, I couldn't give a fuck." You Sae, turning around so you walk away. "You're the disgusting one, Sae, you'll always will be." You started to walk off leaving Sae standing there his thoughts telling him to go after you again but he just couldn't bring himself. He really fucked up this time, probably beyond repair.

(idk if I like this or not😭😭😭)

#post!!#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk sae #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae x reader #sae angst #sae x you #sae x y/n #idk if i like this as much a part 1

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lynxtheserval · 3 months

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So hey y'all. I died, but I got better hehehe HAAA!! (Clash of Clans / personal joke reference go brrrrr)

So anyway, I got sudden inspiration for a very specific scenario with a Yandere Subspace x Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft

Idk man it just popped into my head LMAO

Anyway I might make a part two, depends on how this turns out!

Yandere Subspace X Reader who tried to run away with a faulty Biograft!

(TW: Needles, Drugging, Being held Forcefully, Murder, Yandere Shit, Maybe OOC Subspace, been a while since I've written)

“NO!” You shouted, unable to move. You struggled in the functioning Biografts grip.

You watched as Subspace, the man who claimed to love you, ripped away the life of the only thing you could call a friend.

His hands viciously ripped the circuits out of the defective Biograft, your friend. The person who was going to get you out of this terrible situation. The situation that was probably going to get a lot worse from here.

After letting out his rage on the poor Biograft, Subspace stayed still for a few, long moments. He then started to slowly get up from his seated position on top of the deceased Biograft. Once standing, he slowly looked over to where you were being held. His gas mask was slightly off of his face, to where you could see his deranged, half rotted smile. Unfortunately, he wasn't smiling with joy or excitement. He was smiling with pure rage. He was pissed, the most mad he's ever been with you. He started walking towards you with a face pace, speeding up with each step, until face to face with you. He stared at you, with those unhinged, pink eyes. Subspace then spoke.

“Oh.. my! It looks like you might be regretting your decision!!” he cupped your chin and tilted it to face him, forced to directly look him in the eyes.

You tried to struggle but the Biograft had too strong of a hold on you, Subspace was just watching with an amused expression.

“Sweetie… you know this Biograft is stronger than that pathetic one!” He looked over and angrily pointed at the diseased Biograft, the faulty one. The one who thought they could take you away from HIM. What an idiot! He really needs to work on the code, to make sure this never happens again.

Subspace looks back at you, frowning. He puts his gas mask back on, straightens it, and sighed.

“My love..” He started, but you interrupted him with a yell.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!? WHY DO YOU WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE?! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” You shouted, in complete rage, in complete agony. Tears started forming in your eyes, and soon fell down your face in a constant stream.

He looked at you, his eyes seemed enraged for a moment, then seemed calm. He put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from yelling any more.

“Y/N… you know I'm just doing this for your safety, correct?” He keeps saying that, always trying to convince you he's trying to help you, keep you safe. He then wiped some of the tears away from your cheeks, and ran his hand through your hair.

You couldn't do anything, struggling wouldn't help, so you just gave up. Subspace noticed this, how your body went limp in Biografts grip.

“Biograft, let her go. She's calm enough now!” he snapped at the bot. The Biograft released its hold on you, and you fell down into Subspace’s arms. He looked down at you, it seemed as if he was smiling. He sat down with you in his arms, taking you into a full hug.

He hummed a small tune, trying to calm you down further. Running his hands through your hair, he then spoke.

“Let's go back home, okay?” He paused, trying to figure out what to say next. “I know today has been rough for you, but you can't leave me. All I do.. it's for your own safety!! I know that faulty Biograft was important to you, but it would hurt you. It WAS hurting you!”

“But it-” You tried to speak, but he interrupted you with a “shh”.

“Darling, just relax now, okay? This might hurt a teeny tiny bit, but you'll wake up feeling all better!”

Before you could protest, he stabbed a needle into your arm, and within a few seconds, your vision went black.

As he stared at you in his arms, his glare came back. He looked back at the defective Biograft, wishing it could just come back to life, so he could kill it all over again. And again. And again.

He looked back at you, still glaring. How stupid of you, to think you could leave him, with a faulty Biograft helping you! No, never. He'll never let this happen again.

NEVER.

#phighting x reader #subspace x reader #yandere subspace #Yandere Subspace x Reader #x reader #having a goofy moment lmao #tw yandere #anyway have a good day

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eternal-armin · 2 years

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Can you write a Vi x reader where they’re together and they have like, a safe word for arguments. Like, if one of them goes too far the other person can say the safe word and they’ll just take a moment to calm down and do fluffy stuff. But this time, when Y/N says the safe word, Vi just goes “to hell with the safe word Y/N!” and just continues the argument. A really angsty ending please (maybe a second part where they make up?)

i absolutely adored this prompt, and we will have a fluffy make up part 💗 i hope you enjoy it, anon!

violent. i

i chose 'pineapple' because it symbolizes hospitality. idk, it just spoke to me lol.

"vi, please, can we not do this right now?" you were tired and injured and feeling everything a little too deeply to handle an argument. even after trying your damndest to fight, you had... well, you'd lost the gemstone. more than that, you weren't able to fight to get it back.

"no. no, i am not gonna let this slide any longer! i helped you so much and this is how you repay me? you've essentially doomed the lanes. what the fuck is wrong with you?! god, you're just- you can't do anything right anymore. what happened to the days when you could hold your goddamn own?"

even though you knew she was just angry, just yelling to let off steam and not caring about the words she said, they still cut like a knife. wrapping your arms tight around yourself, you hated the feeling of tears rising to your eyes again. that just seemed to piss her off more.

"don't you fucking dare start crying right now, [y/n]. you have no right." vi spoke as much with her bandaged hands as with her voice, both trembling from the sheer anger she was feeling. those eyes- that gaze could've withered any lesser being, and yet somehow you were still standing. that was certainly worse.

"pineapple. vi, please." you managed, fighting back a sob.

instead of her tyrade stopping, instead of vi coming to the realization that she was hurting you, that ferocity remained. and, again, it managed to deepen.

"fuck the safe word, damnit!" vi cackled. it was a cold and utterly humorless sound. "i'm not done being mad at you. you're stronger than that! you're stronger than... this!" she gestured at you, as if to say that, whatever you were right now, it was weak and pitiful. that made you scowl. your own rage bubbled up in your chest. "you could've handled it back there. you took one fall, had one bit of shock and now all of a sudden you're a fucking crybaby? jesus christ, i thought you were strong."

you could barely hear her anymore. this woman who had always backed you up, always called you strong, was calling you pathetic. this woman who you had loved for god knows how long was insulting you like you were shit on the side of the road.

"get the fuck out of my apartment," you spat back, words filled with venom. instead of hugging yourself, your arms were now crossed tight over your chest. maybe you were angry, but those pesky tears did not stop.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me, god damnit." your voice broke. you took a deep breath through your nose, not letting your resolve melt for her. even if your voice wavered, you didn't stop speaking. "get the fuck out of my apartment, and i never wanna see your face again. that mission? it takes two, y'know. it was a failure on your part as well.

"now get. out."

there was the surprise and the reel-back. but it came a few moments too late. "c-cupcake, i-"

"shut up! don't call me that! you yell at me like i ruined the entire world, you betray my trust and the agreement- the promise we made to each other, and now you wanna apologize to me like nothing happened? that hurt, y'know! i damn near took a bullet for you. actually, sorry! i damn near took bullets for you. and now you're coming at me with this 'i have no right to cry' bullshit like you're so high and mighty! this is it. we are over, violet. now, i'm gonna say it one more time." you pointed at the door, glaring at her, unblinking, scowling. it was chilling to see you so pained.

"get. out." you dragged out the words like vi was a disobedient puppy. your voice, though weak, was hoarse and final, and filled with such broken animosity it made both of you shudder. vi was the only one who truly reacted.

there was no arguing with you anymore. you said it yourself; this was it.

everything about vi was conflicted. her expression was caught betwen angry and apologetic; wanting to continue to yell at you and wanting to say sorry until everything was fixed. she let out a breath, deciding that she didn't want to hurt you any more than she already had.

vi nodded slightly, biting her lip to keep herself from saying anything. without a goodbye- you would've been angrier if you heard it, honestly- she left just as you demanded, not even slamming the door behind her.

for a few seconds, you stood still as a statue right where you had been, surrounded by a suffocating silence. you pressed your hand to your mouth, feeling the hot tears stream fast down your cheeks like little waterfalls.

you sank to the ground, allowing yourself to sob into your hands. it was the only sound which accompanied you.

maybe somewhere vi was crying with you. but she wasn't your problem anymore.

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wwinterwitch · 2 years

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Hi, i was wondering if you could write something for Eddie Munson? My idea is that reader is one of the popular girls at school and Eddie is totally in love with her (even tho he hates himself for that fact) but he's certain that she doesn't even know who he is, much less would spare him the time of her day. However, one day he pisses off the wrong jock and they end up beating him up when no one is around. Reader finds him later, injured and trying to take care of himself while failing miserably, and for his surprise she helps him out, takes care of his wounds and is genuinely worried. Then maybe Eddie gets a bit emotional? I feel like he would be the type of person who doesn't get that kind of care often. And maybe after that reader sticks by him at school and at first he's trying to not be seen with her because he's worried his presence will stain her reputation, but she just reassures him that she doesn't care what others think, and he only falls more... Sorry that got a bit big, but I love your writing <3

STOP I LOVED THIS IDEA!! you can tell I got a little carried away with this but it was just so good and eddie is so cute and i'm so in love with him. Hope y'all like this (and maybe I can do a part 2??? idk you guys let me know)

**gif is not mine!! if you know who it belongs to let me know to credit them

THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK

summary: eddie never expected the girl he liked to notice him, yet there she was, willing to be his friend despite belonging to very different groups (part 2 here)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: popular/loser trope, mentions of blood and injuries, reader takes care of eddie's wounds, angst, eddie is a sweetheart, fluff, strangers to friends to kinda lovers?, high schoolers being assholes, mentions of stereotypes, a bit of flirting, more angst, reader is 18

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated!

At first, Eddie Munson thought you were a stuck-up bitch. How could you not be? Captain of the cheerleaders, most popular girl in school and top student. You and your group of popular kids is practically the personification of everything he hates.

But much to his despair, the more he started to acknowledge you, he couldn't help but notice other things. The way you would tap your foot repeatedly during the entire duration of a test because, maybe, you had all this pressure on yourself to always get the best grades. Or the way you would cover your mouth when you laughed. Or how you would walk inside a classroom and suddenly nothing else mattered but you.

He hates this. He hates himself for noticing those things and enjoy them. He hates himself for thinking you looked so cute doing that silly cheerleader routing he shouldn't find enjoyable, yet there he is sitting on the bleachers just to look at you. He hates he can't seem to get you out of his head.

And it was all so stupid. Because why did he have to fall for the one girl who would never in a million years like him back? You're just so different from him, you probably don't even know he exists.

He feels pathetic because he really wants to hate you, but in reality he just hates the fact that he's so into you. It was almost like the universe was trying to piss him off. Always hating the popular crowd, now he's punished by liking one of said crowd.

And as if things couldn't get any worse for him, right after lunch he had a fight with a group of idiots from the basketball team. He was unlucky enough to find himself alone against them, so it was evident this time it'd be a fight he wasn't going to win.

He was by his locker when he heard someone walking down the hall towards where he was, forcing him to lean into his open locker to cover the wounds on his face.

"Are you okay?" he heard a voice asking. At that moment, he couldn't believe who was standing right next to him.

Instead of answering like a normal human being, Eddie stood there like a complete weirdo, staring at you in disbelief. He never imagined he would have the chance to talk to you. Evidently, you looked even more concerned when you noticed the state he was in. "Who did this to you?"

"It's...nothing," he muttered.

"Doesn't look like nothing," you insisted. "Did you go see the nurse?"

His silence was enough answer for you. Sighing, you gently closed his locker and grabbed his arm, guiding him to the nearest bathroom. You poked your head inside to make sure no one was inside before the two of you entered.

Eddie didn't complain about you dragging him away from his locker, his heart beating rapidly against his chest when it was just the two of you inside that bathroom. Did he have a concussion that it's making him fantasize about you? It's the only explanation as to why your standing here with him.

He watched in silence as you grabbed a piece of paper towel and damped it with water, walking closer to him. Without warning, you grabbed his face to gently move it to the side, starting to carefully press the paper towel against his left brow.

You didn't move your hand away from his chin, keeping him in place. The gesture of you willingly helping him out and the fact that you're so close was slowly driving him insane. This is all too good to be true.

Your hands were incredibly soft and you were being so gentle with him, it was hard for him not so stare at you, though he had to look away so you wouldn't think he was weird or anything. The feeling of someone touching him, even as superficial and insignificant at this, meant the actual world to him. He rarely ever gets that, especially from a girl he secretly has a crush on. It made him realize just how touch-starved he actually is, almost wishing you would never move away from him. Jeez, he was almost grateful he got beat up because that means being alone with you in a bathroom.

"You should get this disinfected," you commented, just to make some sort of conversation.

"Yeah," was all he could say, much focused on the fact that you were standing just inches away from him and he couldn't do nothing else but stare and suffer in silence because despite wanting to convince himself otherwise, he needed some much more from this moment.

You continued cleaning as much of the dry blood you could from his face, cleaning his left brow and a small cut on his cheek. Then, you grabbed another paper towel and began gently cleaning the cut on the side of his lip. That instantly made him flinch, not because he was hurt or because he didn't want you near, but because he genuinely didn't now how to react.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" you asked, unaware that his reaction had nothing to do with the injury itself.

"A little," he lied. "It's fine, though."

With that said, you continued to clean the dry blood on the side of his lip, making sure to be extra careful to avoid hurting him again. Now this is both the best and worst moment of his life. He's just inches from your face, and you're concentrating on his lips as you clean his wounds, and he just wishes this could be different. That you're not here with him to help him out with his injuries. He liked to imagine that you two had sneaked out of class and now you were about to kiss him, and he could stay inside this bathroom with you for as long as he wanted. And that you wanted to stay here with him, too. But it was all too good to be true. You're here just to help him, and he can't lean in those extra inches to kiss you, nor he can wrap his arms around you to pull you close. This doesn't mean a thing.

Of course, you were unaware of the scenario he was picturing inside his head. And you didn't notice how disappointed and hopeless he looked when you pulled away from him and disposed the paper towel by throwing it in the trashcan behind you.

"That's better," you commented with a smile, scanning his face. He just felt so vulnerable now, having you look at him like that with those beautiful eyes and that gorgeous smile...you'll be the death of him.

Before he could thank you, the door of the bathroom opened and he was once again dragged by you, this time inside a stool. He understood what you were doing, putting his feet up the toilet as you closed the stool's door behind you.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" you immediately recognized the voice of one of your friends asking. "Mrs. Downey told me to check on you because you were taking too long."

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine!" you quickly replied, exchanging a look with Eddie. "Just...I don't think I'll be able to get back to class. Would you tell Mrs. Downey I'm not going to be back?"

"Sure, do you need anything? Maybe someone can come pick you up?"

"No, don't worry. I just need to stay here for a bit. I'll maybe go to the nurse if I feel worse."

"Okay. You want me to get your things after this period ends?"

"Yes, please. I think I'll be okay to go to English later."

"Alright, see you then. I'll come check on you during break to see if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay, thanks! You're the best."

You and Eddie heard the bathroom door opening and closing again, the bathroom once again in complete silence. You waited a few seconds before opening the door to check your friend was indeed gone before turning back to Eddie. "That was close," you chuckled.

The two of you walked outside the stool and Eddie, feeling a lot more comfortable around you said, "Who would've thought someone like you would be the type to sneak out of class?"

"Someone like me?" you asked, a smile on your face still. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, the queen of Hawkins High breaking the rules...sounds hard to believe."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, which instantly made Eddie smile. He just managed to make you laugh. You were laughing because of something he said. He made you laugh.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," you shrugged. "It's...Eddie, right?"

The way his name sounded coming from your lips has got to be his new favorite sound ever. Oh, how he would love to hear you call his name over and over... "Uh...yeah, it is," he replied a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck just to do something that would distract him from his thoughts. "Didn't think you would know my name."

"Of course I know your name, we share almost every class. Besides, a guy like you is hard to ignore."

"Is that so?"

You let out a quick nervous laugh after realizing how that sounded like, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. God, this guy was charming. "I mean, you have a style that stands out. The, uh...you know, the hair and the leather jacket."

"Oh, yeah...I guess."

"I meant that in a good way," you quickly explained when you noticed he couldn't tell if that was an insult or a compliment. "You stand out in a good way."

His smile instantly appears on his face again. "Well, that's good to hear."

"Don't let that get to your head."

"Sorry, too late. That made my ego about...ten times bigger."

Once again, he made you laugh. "You're so not like I thought you were."

"And you're nothing like I expected either."

"I hope you mean that in a good way?"

"I mean that in the best of ways."

Eddie was beyond happy to notice your cheeks turning an ever darker shade of pink after his comment, noticing just by your body language that he was making you nervous. It's the only explanation as to why you seem to fidget with your fingers so much or why you would shift the weight of your body from one side to the other.

"As much as I'd like to stay here talking to you, I think you really need to go see the nurse," you commented, once again checking the injuries on his face.

"Glad to know I'm such a good company," he teased again. "I was actually heading back home before you found me."

"But we have English and then History before school's over..." you said as if it was obvious that he couldn't leave.

"Now that right there was adorable," he commented with a laugh. It was almost as if he managed to turn the entire situation around, leaving you to be the one all flustered.

"Okay, I get it," you said, pretending to be annoyed by all the teasing. Deep down, you couldn't get enough of it. Since when Eddie Munson, the outcast no one wanted to be around, was so incredibly charming? There's just no other way you can describe him. "I can give you my notes tomorrow, then."

That took him by surprise. He wasn't expecting to be a "tomorrow" between the two of you. He just assumed this would be the very last time you'd ever talk to each other. "Uh, that'd be awesome...thanks– and thanks for all of this. You didn't really have to."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm glad whatever happened wasn't that serious...I hope. But please, make sure–"

"To disinfect the wounds. I know, I know," he interrupted. He wasn't going to show it, but he couldn't get enough of you looking so worried about him. Taking that as the end of the conversation, the two of you walked to the bathroom door. Eddie opened it for you, waiting for you to walk outside before he did.

"See you tomorrow," you said a way to say goodbye. Once again, Eddie was surprised to hear you say that.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, much to his disbelief.

You and your group were chatting outside of school by the cars of various guys from the basketball team. School wasn't going to start just yet, so you and your friends decided to hang out there in the meantime.

A few minutes passed before you watched a truck park relatively close to where you were all standing, noticing Eddie getting off the vehicle.

You were glad to notice his wounds were better, though you noticed a bit of bruising that wasn't there yesterday. Still, you almost felt butterflies at the sight of him. He just left such a good impression on you...it was practically impossible not to replay in your your head the conversation the two of you shared yesterday. It lasted just minutes but it was so meaningful at the same time.

He noticed you were there with your friends, and you were disappointed to watch him just walk away without even saying hello. Not like he owe it to you, but you were expecting at least something.

A few of your friends muttered things when they saw him, probably just being mean and making fun of him like they tend to do. You ignored them, excusing yourself to walk up to him.

You noticed he was quite surprised when he noticed you walking next to him. Almost immediately, everyone around the two of you turned to look at the scene. What were you even doing with him? Two of the most opposite people ever were suddenly...friends?

The town you live in is impossibly small, so watching the biggest loser in school managing to befriend the prettiest and most popular girl is school is something almost unthinkable. Everyone were so obsessed with status and the "food chain" inside Hawkins High, they just couldn't believe this was happening.

"How are you feeling?" was the first thing you asked him, ignoring all the staring. You figured this would happen, but you decided not to care.

"Uh, fine," he muttered, visibly confused.

"Is...something wrong?"

"No, no. It's just...well, I didn't think you'd want to talk to me with so many people around," he confessed. The look on his face was both adorable and heart breaking. He just looked lost.

Of course he was happy to see you and to talk to you, especially because it is you the one approaching him. But all the way from his trailer to school, he braced himself to be completely ignored by you all day until maybe you get an opportunity to be alone to talk.

"Why wouldn't I talk to you? I mean, we are sort of...friends, right?" you asked, also looking relatively lost. "I'm sorry, I thought you–"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just stupid like that," he interrupted. "I thought you would be embarrassed or something. Being around the school's freak and all."

"You need to stop with all of that! Seriously, you put yourself down too much."

It was easier said than done. All he has ever known is putting himself down. He acts all tough and mean, but in reality he can be really insecure– especially when it comes to you. He's always seen as the freak, the stupid guy who can't seem to graduate, the satanic-worshipper because he plays D&D. All he sees is people hating him and putting him down so, eventually, he just started to believe that's all he was. A complete failure.

Noticing he wasn't talking, you put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, which made everyone around you even more shocked. These people were in dying need of a hobby.

"Look, I really like you. I don't care if we get dirty looks all the time or whatever. You're really nice, so I honestly can handle all the staring," you added. "Besides, I still have to hand you my notes from yesterday."

The last part was in hopes to get him to smile, which you actually achieved. You quickly handed him your notes and he gladly took them. "Thanks."

"No problem. Though I feel like I just gave you more reasons to skip class."

"Yeah, now you'll never see me in a classroom ever again."

The comment made you laugh. "Hopefully you don't disappear on me just like that."

You two reached the school's doors and, once again, he made sure to open the door for you. Before he could reply to your last comment, the bell rang, indicating it was time to get to class. "I'll see you later. Uh, maybe we can have lunch together? I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replied, genuinely shocked you were so willing to spend time with him.

You gave him one last smile before walking down the hall to get to your first class. Eddie just stood there, watching you walk away, thinking to himself what the hell is happening.

Since when did he get so lucky?

And from that moment on, he would wonder that every single day. Because with each day that passed, the two of you became very good friends, something no one could fully comprehend. Not even him could wrap his head around it, though you were always there to remind him he is worth your time, and that you genuinely want to be his friend.

It was impossible for him not to adore you even more. Because ever since that day you found him by his locker, you would always defend him from your friends when they decided to pick on him, even when it was evident a guy like Eddie didn't really need much protection from bullies. Because you would always send a smile his way as you mutter a quick "hi", or even stop to have a brief conversation before class if you ever saw him in the hall, not caring if your friends were there to witness that. Because you always offered him your notes whenever he'd skip a class. Because you would agree to try to understand what was D&D all about and, in return, he would sit and watch all the cheerleader routines you had in mind before presenting them to your team.

Eddie was so wrong about you. He thought you were nice, only to find you were much nicer. He thought you were pretty, only to find you are the most beautiful person he has ever met in his life. You are perfect and it's slowly killing him, because right now he couldn't possibly be more in love with you.

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renaisaibaam · 3 years

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interview

zhongli / female reader smut fic

degrading, dirty talking

idk how to tag lol

vvvv vulgar i am ashamed

"fuck, zhongli—" you moaned pathetically as you felt his cock slide into you in a slow, gentle pace that absolutely drived you insane, your breath shallow yet heavy, with your back pressed against the cold, wooden surface of your shared apartment's dining table. your boyfriend had just come home from a job hunt, and was expecting a call from one of the places he had visited, so to pass some time, he had decided to have his dinner almost immediately upon his arrival, his dinner being you, in the table instead of the bedroom, and with how im using this analogy to describe him just eating you out for his meal, its rather appropriate to have it in the dining room in this context.

his hands were underneath your thighs that were dripping with hot sweat, keeping them hoisted up as his hips moved slowly and steadily, whines leaving your lips from the fucking tease he was being. a scowl crosses his face, and he bends down to sink his teeth on the soft flesh of the underside of your thigh, not caring when you let out a pained yelp. he knew you liked the pain, anyways.

"arent you being a greedy little slut right now? do you want me to ruin you that bad?" he pulls out of your dripping cunt until only the tip of his cock is in, and without any warning, slams it back in until he's ball deep inside you, your back arching when you feel his cock hit the deepest parts of you. your hands move up to claw on his toned, almost rock hard arms, leaving red marks in your wake as tears filled the corner of your eyes from the pleasure of the sudden movement that he kept repeating without giving you time to even catch your own breath.

"didn't i teach you how to fucking wait? just how deprived are you from cock, when you've just had it last night?" he growls into your skin before rutting into your cunt in a rough pace, the unanticipated action making you scream his name in ecstacy. you were already in cloud nine by this point- zhongli filled you up so good; so well to where you wouldnt even think of anything else but him and his cock. he messed you up in the best ways possible, and you knew you could never go back once you had a taste of him.

you could hear the belt around his pants clinking to the pace of his thrusts inside you, and the cold metal slamming against the back of your thigh added to the many sensations you were feeling, considering he didnt even bother taking off his own clothes except for his coat and blazer while he stripped you off of everything, with the exception of his favorite sweater that you had worn, seeing how much of his scent lingered in the cozy, soft fabric of it. he loved seeing you in his clothes, but the hem of the sweater, however, was already up to your neck to expose your chest that had been bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. the cold air made your nipples hard, but you barely cared.

he bends down, cups your right breast with one hand, and swirls his tongue flat around your hardened bud, his other hand keeping your legs up in place. your hands that were adorned with sweater paws reached up to stroke his hair, and he looked up with a smile, moving towards you to lock your lips together in a heated kiss that held an overflowing amount of passion for each other. well, it was like that until a sudden ring of someone's phone interrupted your kiss with zhongli.

he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you and him, and he grabs the ringing phone from his pocket, checking the number and immediately answering it, not pulling away from you as he spoke.

"hello?" he asks with his usual deep and calming voice, as if he hadn't been fucking you into oblivion just a few seconds ago. he puts the phone on loud speaker, and listens to the caller's voice closely.

"hi! this is from the wangsheng funeral parlor. do you mind if we conduct the interview over the phone so you dont have to come over? we're pretty busy at the moment with the influx of interviews." what a cockblock, you thought. just as you were about to pull away, zhongli stands up straight and grabs your hips with one hand, keeping you in place as he turned off the loud speaker and held the phone to his ear, speaking in the most professional voice that shook your core when it reached your ears.

"sure, i dont mind. lets proceed immediately."

you looked up at him with a face expecting him to release you, as he was slowly pulling away until he was out, but you let out a loud yelp when he suddenly slams back in to stuff you full of his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts still steady and deep despite the talking he was doing over the phone.

you couldnt believe it. zhongli was fucking you in the dining table as he had his motherfucking job interview. what would happen if this shit went wrong? you clawed at his arms to grab his attention and make him stop, but he just stared down at you, and was silent for what felt like eternity, before he gave a hard slap to the side of your exposed thigh, his thrusts only getting faster each time you resisted.

you were trying your best not to let out any sounds, but the way his cock was hitting on the spots that made you feel the best was sending you to euphoria. he made you feel so good almost without effort, and this situation in general just turned you on. what if the person on the phone could hear the sounds you made? what if they could hear just how much sounds your cunt was making from how much it had been dripping for him, and only him?

you could have sworn you had came twice or even more, and yet his interview hasnt ended despite you already meeting your release multiple times. and even when you did, he didnt stop for one bit. he had no plans to, anyways. as he spoke about what might be best for the company as an answer to the question, he leans down to mark the skin around your collarbone with a bite, sucking it as if he were to excrete something sweet if he did it hard enough.

you feel something different yet familiar bubbling up your abdomen, and you knew you were about to reach your orgasm again, and since you couldnt take any more of it, you mouth to zhongli to stop, or at least slow down, desperation in your expression. his bright eyes, which seemed to darken, stared down on you as still fucking spoke with annoyance dripping in his voice as he answers, "i think we can negotiate my salary based on my skills and the value i bring to the company."

this was enough to tell you that the interviewer asked a stupid question, and that he was pissed about it, yet remained cool headed despite it. and to take the frustration out, he places the phone between his ear and shoulder, grabs your legs and hoists you up even higher than what you were usually used to, and plunges his cock even deeper into you to the point where you can see his tip poking out from your stomach, the new and foreign feeling making you clench around his cock to which he lets out a low, and deep grunt at.

with only a look towards you as your single warning, he slams down into your tight cunt, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins in a rush that leaves you feeling lightheaded. you cover your mouth with your hands and scream through the fabric of his sweater, feeling yourself reach your high and release for who knows how many times you did ever since the damned call, your hands shaking from the immense sensation and pleasure zhongli had brought you tonight.

all that had happened, and yet he didnt even fucking stop.

you were an overstimulated mess, and as a last resort, you whine loudly to try and grab his attention for who knows how many times, wanting this to be over already. you couldnt stand holding back your voice, and you knew itd do more harm if they had heard you. but zhongli wasnt having any of it.

he places you back down on the table with him still inside you, grabs his phone with his left hand to hold it up to his ear, and uses his right hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing the sides in a way he knows you love so much. you gasp when you feel his huge, rough hand around you, and as if that wasnt enough, his hips slam back into you, driving you into a quiet, drooling mess. your eyes rolled back, and amidst the silence, your body shook violently to try and get him off of you, your hole unable to handle any more of the overstimulation he drove you into.

you feel your mind going blank and hazy from the emotions and feelings you had been experiencing. the fear of being caught, the excitement of trying not to get caught, the pleasure of his cock filling you up to the brim, the overstimulation and high of your recent orgasm, and the lack of oxygen is throwing you into an overwhelmed state, and yet here you were, living for it.

your hips shake, and you squirt into his cock, feeling your own release dripping down your legs as you made a mess on the floor and on zhongli's skin. you feel your legs give in and drop to his sides, looking up at him as he continued speaking as if you werent even there. but even if he was acting that way, his lust filled eyes stared at you hungrily, his tongue swiping his lips in a manner that you'd think was purposely trying to rile you up.

"okay, i understand. i'll come in tomorrow, so please take care of me." and with that, he ends the call, and growls lowly, placing the phone beside you. he lifts up your legs, and leans in until your face is just centimeters away from you, a low growl emitting fron him as he spoke.

"just how much did you cum in under 20 minutes? did you enjoy it knowing we could get caught?" his hips rocks itself into you deeply, and stays in that position, your hips shaking. you could feel him fill you up to where your abdomen felt full of him and only him, and you looked up at him, whining at his words.

"fucking whore. you even made a mess on me. did it feel that good, doll?" he opens his mouth and crashes his lips on to yours, quickly moving down to bite the skin around the side of your throat where his hands once were, leaving marks on both sides. he moves up to whisper on your ear, his voice making you tremble as you felt his hot breath whispering such dirty words that you knew he was going to fulfill. guess you were staying at home tomorrow.

"ill make sure you cum all over my cock more tonight, so be a good girl and take me in well. are we clear?"

#genshin impact #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact smut #zhongli x reader

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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hey baby!! 🥺🥺 I was wondering if you could do something where the reader was flirting with somebody and sirius gets mad and “shows the reader who they belong to” or sum idk! Have a good rest of your day anyways !!

Mine

My level of love-starved: Melting when ppl call me baby

Fresh out of my accounting exam so if there are any mistakes pls forgive me

Thank you for the request babe🥰

Warning: 18+

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Keeping a relationship secret is difficult. The two of you hadn’t been ready to make it public, wanting a little peace for yourselves before the entire school would know. But secret didn‘t only mean a hundred fleeting moments with silent giggles and stolen kisses, it also meant yearning and jealousy.

„Are you free this afternoon?“

„Why, what are we doing?“

Sirius whipped his head around when he heard your flirty response, scowling at the boy who was clearly standing to close for his comfort.

„I would like to take you out actually..“ The boy said, leaning against the bookshelf to display an air of nonchalance.

„Hm“ you teased, looking him up and down „I don‘t see why n-“

Sirius called you name rather loudly and you threw him a coy glance over your shoulder, smirking when you saw his pissed off expression.

„Get over here.“

Your smirk widened and you shook your head.

„I‘m busy talking to Jonny.“

He scoffed when he heard you call Jonathan ‚Jonny‘ and slammed his book shut, making his way over to you.

„Sorry mate, she‘s busy with me tonight.“

Jonny squared his shoulders, standing tall as he took your other wrist. Sirius raised his brows in disbelief, jaw clenching when he saw anothers hands on you. On his girl.

„Why not let the lady decide?“

Sirius stepped closer, only seconds away from using Jonathan as a boxing sack.

„She is with me. Get your hands off my girl before I bash your head in. Blacks have a habit of using curses, you know. Wouldn‘t want you to lose your hand.“

If it was possible, you fell even more in love with your boyfriend. The way he was towering over you both, jaw clenched and grey eyes as cold as ice made you shiver with desire. He was oozing pure danger and dominance, the atmosphere around you three quickly turning dark.

Apparently Jonny wasn’t completely daft and finally let go, stepping away. You didn‘t even watch him leave, too focused on Sirius‘ face. You could just imagine his tense shoulders, his back muscles tightening and you felt yourself grow hotter by the second.

Sirius closed his eyes for a second before he looked down at you, eyes flashing in irritation when he saw your dazed expression.

„You like winding me up? Letting a loser like him just touch you like that?“

You didn‘t know what to say, eyes staring at his lips as you tried to make sense of his words. His voice was husky and it made you think of the night before, when he had tied you up and eaten you out for nearly two hours.

„We were just talking“ you argued weakly, internally congratulating yourself that you got him all worked up. Angry sex with Sirius is unmatched.

„Just talking?“ He echoed, a fake smile spreading across his lips. „Alright, I‘ll just fuck you then.“

Pulling you with him he hid you behind a tall bookshelf, nothing gentle about the way he pushed your skirt up, ripping your panties off.

„I can‘t fucking believe it, you really enjoyed this.“ he sneered, forcing three fingers inside. You protested, clenching your legs but he just parted them with his knees, pressing his hips to yours.

„Don‘t you dare act all innocent now, you‘re soaked. See?“

Bringing his fingers back up he showed you the glistening wetness, smiling at you mockingly.

„Aw baby, don‘t blush. You make me wanna fuck you even more.“ Although his words were just cruel, he kept his voice soft, making you swoon.

„Please“ you whispered „Please, need you..“

Sirius opened his zipper enough the pull out his cock, wasting no time in rubbing it across your pussy lips. The tip felt hot as he fucked your clit with it, coating you in his precum and he pushed in with a hard thrust.

His hands came up to rest on the shelves next to your head, anchoring himself and he pressed you into the books behind you, hips setting a punishing pace. You gasped loudly when you felt him hit your spot and Sirius made no move in keeping you quiet, his eyes twinkling possessively when he watched you struggle to keep in your moans. It made him go faster, seeing how he was the one who made you feel this way, who reduced you to a pathetic babbling mess. A desperate slut who let him fucker her in a library.

He pushed his forehead on yours and you both watched how he fucked into you, his cock covered with your slick. Glancing up through his lashes he hissed against your lips.

„See how I fuck you? Huh? You better get it through your stupid head that this. Cunt. Is. Mine.“

He pushed in so deep with every word that a loud shriek escaped you and he kissed you hard. It was wet and filthy, sucking on your tongue and biting at your lips. He didn‘t care if anyone would see.

You ripped his shirt open, a few buttons falling off and clawed at his back. He groaned and burried his face in your neck to keep himself quiet.

You pulled his head back by his hair, keep eye contact as you tightend your cunt around him, watching how his mouth fell open and his brows drew together. So fucking beautiful.

„You make me lose control.“ He whispered breathlessly and gasped when you bit at his exposed throat. Falling against you he came, filling you up as he fucked you until you reached your orgasm seconds later. You were panting into each others mouths, not getting enough of one another.

„I don‘t think Jo-“

Sirius bit your lip hard, drawing blood.

„Don‘t“ he growled „don‘t say his name.“

„Yes, Sirius.“

He fucked you for the entire night that day, until you couldn‘t remember the J of Jonny.

#sirius x you #sirius black x you #sirius black smut #marauders smut

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darthzero22 · 3 years

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Hi idk if your taking requests but i just thought it would be really cute if Crosshair had a really happy/bubbly/positive girlfriend, but one day he sees her REALLY upset and its beacuse some person hurt her and Cross gets PISSED, because he's never seen her upset before and wants whoever hurt her to pay

Hi! I hope you have a nice day! I will open request later, I don't know when, but I will 😊

But I loved your idea, anon! I'm inspired now, so here you go. I hope it's what you wanted, or looks like it.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Crosshair, a serious, cold, distant man with a crude personality, fell in love with you, a woman who always sees the positive side of everything. He doesn't remember you ever getting upset, whenever you could you smiled. That would change and he wouldn't take it very well.

Warning: strong language

You and your squad had landed on a planet to get fuel and repair the Marauder after that complicated mission. You went into the city to get a couple of things Tech needed for the ship, and Crosshair had seen you leave the ship with a smile on your face, but when you came back you didn't have that beautiful smile.

You were upset, very upset.

You didn't want to talk to him, in fact you didn't want him to know, but he could instantly see that something or someone was upsetting you.

The door to your room opens. Crosshair enters to find you sitting on the edge of your bed with your head down. Something wasn't right, he had never seen you like this, and he felt his stomach clench at the sight of you in that mood.

“Mesh’la"

"Hey, Cross..."

"What happened?”

“I don't know what you're talking about"

“Don't try to hide it from me” he rests one knee on the floor in front of you, to face you.

“I'm not hiding anything from you, really"

"I don't believe you"

"I..."

“Look at me” he grabs your chin gently.

You lift your face to look at him, and Crosshair is surprised. That beautiful smile that characterized you was gone, and now there were only sad and wet eyes as tears wanted to come out, but you did not allow it.

“Is it bad to help people, Cross?” you were suffering all those negative emotions. Anger, sadness and disappointment. “Is it wrong to want to help someone?”

“It depends on the situation"

"I am beginning to believe that..."

"What happened? I need to know”

He starts to get angry because he suspected someone had hurt you.

“When I was returning to the ship, the owner of this port needed help with some boxes that fell on the floor and I helped him, but...”

“But? Mesh’la, come on. I need to know what else happened”

“I accidentally knocked over a box and whatever was inside broke. I don't know what it was, possibly droid parts or something? I was really sorry… I wanted to help him again because I was really sorry, but he yelled at me saying that if I was so bad at helping, then don't help him anymore… and practically pushed me away”

That man pushed you? That guy dared to lay a finger on you? Crosshair felt his blood boiling more and more.

“He… Don't tell me he dared to push you” he grits his teeth, feeling increasingly pissed off.

“Yes… He even called me useless and pathetic. I... I've never been called that before, especially when I tried to help…”

That was disappointment and anger because you couldn't believe that there were such ungrateful people, and sadness because that man humiliated you in public. That man didn't care that you had helped him before, because at the slightest and simple mistake you made he treated you like a useless and pathetic woman.

You didn't want to cry because you were aware that bad things happen, but it hit you hard because you were treated like garbage when you simply wanted to help. Crosshair frowns, you've never seen him so pissed off. He squeezed the bed sheets with his hand, as he had them resting on the edge on either side of you.

“It's silly, I know…"

"Mesh'la"

"I know some people are ungrateful, but I've never been treated like this before...”

Crosshair was about to say something, but he couldn't because you hugged him by wrapping your arms around his neck, as he was still in front of you. He rests a hand on your back and I could feel you start to tremble.

“People turned to look at me and judge me…” you rested your eyes on his shoulder.

"Mesh'la"

Your shortness of breath made another horrible sensation appear in him.

"You're not... crying, are you?" his tone of voice indicated fear and concern.

Yes, you were crying. Crosshair took that very personally, something in his heart hurt. You were his girlfriend, the most important person in his life. You were always in a good mood, you always found it easy to smile, but now you only cried out of anger and sadness. Now it was hard for you to smile. He had never seen you like this before, which made the pain in his heart increase.

“He pushed you, insulted you and also humiliated you… all because you tried to help him”

"I guess..."

Crosshair hugged you back, while thinking of a thousand ways to make that guy pay for what he did. You were so beautiful, unique in this galaxy that someone dared to hurt you, and above all to prevent you from smiling again. He was stroking your back in an attempt to reassure you, and while he was succeeding, it wasn't enough.

"I'm going to kill that guy"

“Cross…"

Before you could stop him, Crosshair stands up and leaves the room. To say he was pissed was an understatement to describe how he was. He exits the ship, meeting Tech who was surprised to see him.

“Where are you going, Crosshair? We have to take off now”

Crosshair simply ignored Tech and with his eyes found the ungrateful man who hurt you from a distance. That man was just tidying up those damn boxes, so he walks over there. He was clenching his fists, it was very likely that he would beat him up, and you got out of the Marauder too to stop him. You didn't want him to get in trouble because of you.

“Hey, you!”

The man turns around when he hears that, and raises an eyebrow as he sees the tall, angry figure of Crosshair approaching him.

“Yeah? Do you need something...?”

Crosshair didn't let him finish speaking because he punched him in the nose so hard that he managed to knock him to the ground. He did not even give him time to recover because he grabbed him by his clothes in the neck area, and forced him to get up and slam him against the wall. That man had blood coming out of his nose.

“What the…?!”

“Shut up! You think you're brave for humiliating my girlfriend?” Crosshair's eyes showed nothing but fury.

“Your girlfriend…?"

"Yeah. That beautiful woman who dared to help a scumbag like you"

"Oh! I don't know what she told you, but it wasn't like that! She broke…”

“Wait. You dare to call her a liar?!”

“No, no…!"

"You are ungrateful!"

"If you don't let go, I'm going to call the authorities!”

“She helped you, you piece of shit. She helped your disgusting ass when she didn't have to! And you dared to push her? You humiliated her!"

“Please, I didn't mean to treat her like that!”

“You made her cry. You have no idea how pissed off I am... A punch will be the least of your problems”

“No!”

Crosshair was going to punch him again, harder than the first, but a hand grabbing his shoulder stops him. That hand was yours, so he lowers his fist.

“There is no need for this!”

“He hurt you! It is more than necessary”

“I don't want you to get in trouble because of me!"

"I don't care"

"Please... Let that guy go”

Seeing those sad eyes of yours convinced him, even though he didn't want to. Crosshair sighs, but before letting go of the man, he knees him in the crotch, and then the guy falls to the ground in pain from the blow. No one dares to mess with you, that message was more than clear.

"You deserve worse, you idiot"

"Stop..." you grab his hand. "Let's go back to the ship"

You begin to walk back to the ship, but before Crosshair kicks one of the guy's many boxes causing it to fall, and therefore whatever was inside to break.

"I'm a little better now, just a little" he said.

"Was all that necessary?

"He hurt you, he had to pay. No one makes my girlfriend cry"

Even though you didn't quite agree with the violence Crosshair used, it made you feel better to know that he really cared about you. You knew he didn't like public affection, so you waited until you were alone back in your ship's room to hug him. He reciprocates the hug by placing a hand on your back, and you rested your face on his shoulder.

"You could have gotten into a lot of trouble..."

"I told you, I didn't care"

"Cross..."

"Nothing you can say will change my mind. You always find it easy to smile, and then to see you like this..." he sighs. "I wanted to make him pay"

"Cross, the reason I always smile is because of you... You make me smile"

Well, Crosshair didn't expect that. A blush appears on his cheeks, he even frowns, but you feel him hug you a little tighter now.

"I hate to see you sad and to see you cry.... You have no idea how much"

"I am much better now... and thanks to you" you raise your head to look at him, and finally smile.

There was the smile that he loved, even though he loved everything about you. Crosshair brings a hand to your face and strokes one cheek with his thumb, then strokes your lower lip.

"No one will ever hurt you again, I promise" he said.

"I know..."

You give him a kiss on the corner of his lips, but he wanted something more, so he moves his face and they make you kiss each other on the mouth. You knew that with him you felt safe, loved, and above all he was the reason for your happiness. To Crosshair you were his life, so if someone dared to hurt you, it was as if someone would hurt him. He wasn't going to let them hurt you again, he wasn't going to let anyone take that smile away from you.

#crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #crosshair #crosshair the bad batch #crosshair tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x f!reader #crosshair x fem!reader

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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OUT OF TROUBLE

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty kinda fluffy

Tags:

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @skarlettmikaelson

Warnings: blood, injuries, violence, concussion, language (?)

A/N: idk what to say apart from the idea of George losing his shit big time won't leave me alone and idek why (blaming it on that scene in the Order of the Phoenix in which George and Harry beat Malfoy the fuck up) so enjoy <3

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"Well," McGonagall's severe eyes scrutinized all six of us from the other side of her desk. "who is going to give us" she briefly motioned at Snape, who stood by her side with an unimpressed yet disappointed look on his face. "a proper explanation of why Madam Rosmerta so kindly let us know that not only seven of our seventh year students were on Hogsmeade without permission,"

"But also making a scene and coming to blows." Snape finished, quirking a brow. "Do you know how lucky you are that Madam Rosmerta picked on the fact that you were students?" The potions teacher's eyes fixed on the three Gryffindors before inquiring, "Who started it?"

Silence.

"Merlin's— There is a student in the hospital wing!" McGonagall exclaimed outraged. "You all ought to come clean about this one."

More silence.

"Mister Weasley, you seem to be unusually quiet." The Head of Slytherin pointed out.

"Well, you see, professor," George's head, which had until that moment been resting on his arms over the school desk, was tilted up slightly. "I've got a bit of a headache going on." He motioned at the back of his head, in which a patch of dried blood had glued his hair.

"Weasley, I must insist on you to go see Madam Pomfrey." McGonagall's tone, although remaining severe, softened a bit.

"Nah, 's not that bad." George gave Warrington a side look and forced himself to sit upright.

"I'm going to ask again." Snape spoke. "Who started it?" He weighed the possibilities before inquiring, "Mister Weasley?"

"Why me?!" George flinched at his own shouting.

"Do you want me to believe the state Mister Montague was left in was Miss Spinnet's doing? Miss Bell's, perhaps?" The Gryffindor girls grumbled under their breaths, catching the professor's attention. "What was that?"

"I said why us?" Katie questioned with a tinge of indignation. "Is it because we're Gryffindors?"

"Obviously." Snape spat, earning a roll from Mcgonagall, though she didn't oppose her colleague.

Alicia only laughed humorlessly and folded her arms over her chest.

"We can stay here all night, if you'd like it that way." McGonagall stated after around five minutes of just silence.

"Ugh, fine." George let his head fall in the comfort of his forearms again and groaned, "it was me— I started it. Can we go now?"

"What the hell?!"

"Miss Spinnet!" McGonagall scolded her, stomping her desk.

"Can we go now or not?" George's eyes met my shocked gaze briefly.

"Everyone but you, Mister Weasley." McGonagall stated.

"Wait, no." I tapped my foot nervously against the tiles and took at deep breath. "It wasn't him, it was me."

"Miss Y/l/n!" I refused to meet McGonagall's and Snape's face, so I left my eyes casted down, but I still heard the professors' quiet whispers. "What on Godric's name happened?"

Two Hours Earlier

After a Quidditch victory in Slytherin's favor, some of us had resolved to sneak out of the castle and go celebrate with a drink in Hogsmeade.

Turns out some Gryffindors had had the same idea, though the drink they were having was definitely not a celebration.

"Look who's here," Montague nodded in the Gryffindors direction, purposefully walking in their direction. "You're missing half of the team!" He chuckled, not stopping more than a couple of seconds. "Are they crying on their dorms?"

"Get lost, Montague." Katie Bell spat, earning faces from both Graham and Cassius. Alicia Spinnet flipped us off, and George limited himself to give me a small wave, which I returned with a little smile.

"How's the place this crowed?" Kevin questioned with a frown as we tried and failed to find an empty booth.

"No idea." I replied, taking a look around. "I'll go grab the drinks, you look for a place, yeah?" Cassius nodded and I made my way to the counter; I could feel Bell's and Spinnet's dirty looks on me while I ordered the butter beers.

"Celebrating, are we?" My head turned to meet George's form, leaning on the counter besides me.

"Yup." I shortly answered with a proud grin.

"You're missing your seeker." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I wonder where he's at."

"You know where he's at." I quirked my brow when he played dumb, a smug smile dancing on his lips. "I'm very aware it was you who sent him to the hospital wing."

"It was actually a bludger." He pointed out, giving Madam Rosmerta the coins for a butter beer.

"Oi, what are you doing?" I attempted to shove his hand away, but there was no use.

"Smoothly buying you a drink?" He winked and I felt blood going up to my cheeks. "Just her drink, though." He added, looking at Rosmerta.

"No you're not— he's not." The owner of the Three Broomsticks gave us a look but ended up accepting my money instead.

"Aw c'mon, Y/n" George pouted while Rosmerta passed me the drinks. "I've just lost an important match, let me have a win?"

"You can buy me the next drink," I resolved, chuckling at the way his expression lighted up. "but only if you don't cause trouble."

"Pfft I'm too depressed to cause trouble." I could tell he wasn't joking, though he still made it sound humorous. "Need help with that?" He motioned at the four drinks I was attempting to grab.

"No she doesn't."

George visibly grimaced at the sight of Cassius but, instead of snapping at him, he only leaned on me and pecked my cheek after saying, "No trouble, see?"

"Piss off, Weasley."

"No need to be that rude." I spat, taking two glasses in my hand.

"No need to consort with the enemy." He responded, picking up the remaining jars.

We approached the spot our Quidditch team had taken and had a surprisingly uneventful good time, until Montague started to run his mouth.

"Look at them, they're so pathetic." He obnoxiously laughed.

"Look at whom?" I questioned, a bit lost in my thoughts to know what he was even talking about.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed. "As if you haven't been staring at that Weasel since we entered."

"Ugh, honestly Graham." I lazily played with my jar. "Can't we just enjoy the drink without focusing on the only three Gryffindors in the room?"

"You're one to talk." Cassius mumbled.

"Meaning?"

"Graham's right, you've been staring at him." I pinched the bridge of my nose. They've done this little number so many times that I was no longer embarrassed. "What was that kiss about?"

"Cassius!"

"What kiss?" Graham inquired.

"He kissed her."

"Oh my gosh—" I threw my head down to my forearms in desperation.

"Ew!" Kevin gagged dramatically. "Did you let a blood traitor kiss you with that filthy mouth?"

"You did not just say that." My tone held a serious warning as I looked up at our keeper.

"Great, he's staring." Cassius grumbled.

"Frankly, he could use a lesson." My eyes widened at Graham's words; at first I thought he was joking, but then he grabbed his wand with a wicked smirk.

"Don't make a bloody number." I whispered. "We'll get in trouble."

"Y/l/n, I'm starting to think you're not on our side."

"Montague, if you earn us detention—" my words were cut off by another statement of his.

"No one's gonna know if we're sneaky enough." I looked at Bletchley and Warrington for some back up but they both seemed to be on board with Montague's plan. "What about a little... cruci—" before he could finish the word, I kicked his chair, making him fall to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?!" I shouted, kicking his wand away after standing up myself.

"Y/n, calm down." Cassius said.

"He was gonna use the Cruciatus, so maybe no?!"

"Careful, Y/n." By then, Montague had already gotten up; Bletchley had to tug him back for him not to go against me. "If you get along with scum, you're scum."

I didn't fully realise that I had slapped him until I heard a few people gasping; all from sudden, I was very aware that I had attracted unwanted attention.

There was a moment of tense silence between Montague and me, quickly followed by him grabbing my hair and hitting my face against the table, too fast for me to do anything about it.

"OI!" Cassius pulled me away from Montague, my hands covering my most likely broken nose, debating on whether to hold it to stop the nosebleed or not touching it to avoid more pain.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

"They're talking shit." Katie whispered, squinting her eyes at the Slytherins.

"Of course they're talking shit." I responded.

"I'd love to go there and shove those—" Alicia grumbled, tightening the grip on her glass.

"Don't." They both looked at me expectant and I only shrugged. "Y/n asked me not to cause trouble."

Alicia snorted when my eyes travelled to Y/n and Katie mocked me with a silly grin. "Awww, Alicia, he's in love."

"George Weasley is in love" Alicia faked a gag. "With a Slytherin."

"Oh my— you're two shut up." I felt blush creeping up my neck, though I couldn't help the smile twitching up the corners of my lips.

"I mean," Katie shrugged, sharing a look with our friend. "Could be worse."

"Could be Warrington." Before I could respond to Alicia, a loud noise was heard behind me. "Ooooh your princess just kicked Montague." Our chaser commented; we all turned around to look at the Slytherins. "This is gonna be fun."

"Why do I feel like they're talking about us?" I said with a laugh.

"Did... Did she just say 'cruciatus'?" Katie questioned, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Damn! Okay, time to go." Alicia whispered, getting up right after Y/n had slapped Montague. Katie and I were already following her to the exit when a thud made us stop in our tracks.

"He did not—" Katie started.

"He did." Alicia replied; she was quick to double check on me, but I was quicker to stalk towards Montague. "George no!"

READER'S P. O. V.

I came to the conclusion that we were already in trouble, so I might as well go for it and get Montague back.

Cassius saw that coming and held me back by my forearms, but Graham was being pushed against the table behind him in the blink of an eye.

It took us all aback the way George had stormed in scene; we stood there frozen for a hot second, until Bletchley realised Montague was trying to shake George off in vain while the Gryffindor threw blows at him whilst tackling him to the table.

"George! Stop!" Alicia yelled, coming to stand by my side, unsure of what to do.

"Get off him!" The keeper was the first one to try and remove George from Graham, whose face was starting to look as bloodied as mine. He did succeed for a split second, giving the Slytherin chaser enough room to get back at George.

I shook Cassius off the moment Montague jumped on George to aid the ginger, but before I could do anything, he was punching Graham again, though now he sported a swollen lip himself, along with a cut on his cheek, probably caused by Graham's rings.

This time, when Bletchley tried to shove him off Montague, he ended up with George's elbow digging into his stomach.

"He's gonna kill him!" Bell exclaimed, genuinely worried about the outcome.

"George!" I called his name, hoping it would have an effect, but the beater was too lost on the fight. "Wait— No!!" I tried to grab Cassius' hand when I saw him reaching for one of the heavy jars, but he was quicker to crash it on George's crown.

He hissed, losing balance instantly; his hands went to the back of his head, releasing Montague from his hold. My teammate took the opportunity to kick him off, but before he could try to punch George again, I reached to them, pulling the ginger away and not so accidentally stomping on my Montague in the process.

Just when everything seemed to have calmed down, I noticed Spinnet had thrown herself to Cassius.

Bell was struggling to tug her friend away, Cassius was being pulled back by a mildly hurt Bletchley, Montague was curled up in a ball on the floor and George and I stayed knelt not far from him while I checked his head.

It was only when Madam Rosmerta appeared with a towering, strong employee who managed to separate Spinnet and Warrington that it came to an end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Graham tried to use the Cruciatus curse on George, professor." I explained without meeting McGonagall's eyes. "And I stopped him."

"He— he what?!" The Head of Gryffindor yelled horrified.

"Miss Y/l/n, did you send Mister Montague to the hospital wing?" Snape questioned wearily.

"That was me." George replied before I could make anything up. "And Warrington broke a glass on my head."

"Spinnet tried to kill me!" Warrington shouted.

"If I had wanted to kill you, you'd be dead!" Alicia yelled back.

"Don't lie to yourself darling!" Bletchley hissed.

"Don't 'darling' her dickhead, I'll jump on you right here!" Bell spat, leaning over her table.

"Shut up, Bell!"

"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. "Fifty points will be substracted from each of you. Your families will be informed of this, and needless to say you won't make any more trips to Hogsmeade."

"Minerva, I think Weasley has earned himself detention for the rest of the year." Snape commented.

"And so did Mister Montague and Miss Y/l/n." She responded. "Now off to sleep, all of you— except from Weasley and Y/l/n, you two go see Madam Pomfrey— no but's, Weasley."

"Yes professor." George sighed, getting up and following me out of the class and into the corridor. "You okay?" His voice was so soft as he fell into step with me that I had to refrain myself from kissing him.

"Nose's probably broken." I shrugged, stealing a look at his crown. "How's your head?"

"Hurts a bit." He was obviously playing it off, but I didn't say a thing about it. "I'm sorry for that little number."

"Nonsense! As if it was your fault Montague's a douche." I reassured him.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I'm only mad at the fact that I didn't get to punch him." I replied with a chuckle triggering a smile on his. "Plus," I chewed on my lower lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, "it was kinda hot."

George let out a shocked snort, his whole face redder than mine while words stumbled incoherently out of his mouth, preventing him from forming a coherent sentence.

"Don't do it again, though."

"Uh- yeah— NO- I mean, no- I-I won't— I don't do this often—" I giggled at his stammering and brushed his pinky with my own. He cleared his throat and took the hint, intertwining his fingers with mines. "You know, technically it was you who caused trouble so..."

"So?"

"Can I still buy you a drink?" He sheepishly requested, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand while we reached the hospital wing.

"We're banned from Hogsmeade, though." I reminded him.

"Well, I might know a way of getting there without being noticed."

"I'm in then." I stated. "Only if you promise we'll stay out of trouble."

"Can't promise that." He squeezed my hand and let it go when Madam Pomfrey spotted us. "But I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will." I tugged on his sleeve and placed a kiss on his cheek before following the healer's directions.

#george weasley headcanon #george weasley drabble #george weasley one shot #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley fluff #the order of the Phoenix #george weasley x y/n #george x y/n #george x you #harry potter

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kainscape · 3 years

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Hello, I'm kinda new so I'm sorry if you don't want to write this.

Asa and jesse with an reader that is Brazilian (idk if you have watched modern family but she is a bit like Gloria)

I hope this is okey (also I saw that you wanted something fluff to stop crying lol same! So could you make it fluffy maybe where the reader just goes into a raging fit and they have to calm her down bc she is cussing someone out in Spanish bc they told her to fuck off to her own land!)

Sorry this is maybe a long ask I don't normally write this much lol.

Alright, bye!

Hi!! It is perfectly fine to be detailed in the asks! I’ve never watched modern family :( but I have a decent idea of what to write for this! I don’t know if you wanted Asa and Jesse separate or together but for now I write those two characters separate. Once I actually get more comfy writing for them than I will do them together!

Jesse and Asa with a Brazilian S/O:

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse found your personality interesting to say the least. The way you told people off when they said something mean. You truly spoke your mind and he liked that. It showed you could take care of yourself.

Sometimes, your feisty personality can cause a bit of a commotion, yelling at people because of what they said. Like now, you were yelling at a rude person that told you to “fuck off to your own land.”

You called Jesse, knowing he could deal with this and telling yourself you had some place better to be. But the person just kept talking down on you. So you handled it your way, threatening them in your native language.

You didn’t care for the stares people gave you, just focused on not killing this Idiotic person in front of you. By the time Jesse arrived at the store you resided in, the poor person looked like they feared for their life.

Rightfully so, your tone and body language radiating confidence and anger. To be honest, Jesse found you attractive when you were like this. You’re a strong person and he searches for that in his partner.

Once he thought the scene should come to an end, he walked up behind you quietly as he nodded to the door, looking down at the frightened individual. They scurried out the building, watching from the glass window as they hurried down the sidewalk.

You were still pissed at the audacity they had, running a hand through your hair. You whipped around, heading to walk out the door too but there was a large figure in your way.

“Get the hell out of my way!” You didn’t bother to look up, only shifting to walk around them. A light hand grabbed your wrist, holding you to where you couldn’t move from them. You looked up, ready to call this guy off too.

That was until you realized it was Jesse. You scoffed, shaking your head as you moved to his chest. “About time you came here. Thought I was about to slaughter that guy right there.”

He wrapped his arms around you, a quick hug before ushering you out the door with a firm grip around your waist. You continued to complain about the guy, Jesse nodding along with everything you said as he opened the car door for you.

He would end up taking you to a more quieter store, a pristine place that was clam and collected. No more racist or misogynistic people. Just a place where Jesse can help you distract yourself from the incident.

After you’re done, you guys go to the park to have a nice, refreshing nature walk as Jesse signs to you all the different things he knows about plants. He might even ask you questions about your family tree and your home land.

He loves to learn from you, attentively listening as he tilts his head. He’ll ask questions to make sure you know he’s listening. Once you guys find a spot to rest at, Jesse will hold you close into his side, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulders as you enjoy the shade from the sun. Such a good bf <3

Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t know how he stands you with your snarky remarks to him and the attitude you carry around. But, none the less, he loves it about you. Knowing that you’re not totally dependent on him when he’s doing his work. (But it makes him feel good that you still come to him for your problems)

He had just gotten home from the college, dressed up more clean and precise for the date you guys planned today. Luckily, you got up early with him so you had plenty of time to get ready.

You hurried down stairs in your nice outfit you bought, showing it off to Asa as he’d usually ask you too. Your smile was warm and sincere, the best thing to come home to he decided.

“How do I look?” He rolled his eyes at the question. Obviously he loved it, and by the way you were smiling, you already knew the answer. He would sigh, a small smile on his face as he complimented you. “Now, come on, I want to see the new restaurant they have opened up.”

You kept the smile, walking to the door as he exited with you, locking it behind him. You both entered the car and drove to the destination.

You knew by now that when something new and fresh was in town, Asa was quick to inspect it. Sometimes it felt like he was the damn health inspector. He would just avoid the workers entirely as he walked around the dining area, admiring the paintings and walls.

He heard a few conversations as he walked by, some spoken in an unpleasant manner. That was until he heard an all to familiar voice yelling. He was back to the other room in an instant, taking in the commotion.

You were yelling in your native language, mixing between English and Portuguese insults. Somewhere in the mix of words, he understood that you were yelling at them because they told you to “fuck off to your own land.”

Asa believed that you would be able to handle this, maybe a little to well by the way you were walking towards the now cowering person. Once you had quit raging at the man and your tone died down, the person ran out the restaurant in a hurry.

Though he knew you were well prepared to stand your ground, it didn’t stop him from feeling that rage and sadistic urges bubble up inside him as that pathetic person talked down on you. He didn’t like when people interrupted your time together, especially when it was in a negative way.

He was swift in his movements, grabbing your wrist to drag to you back to where he was once feeling of the wallpaper. The dining room was quite fancy and calm, opposite of the incident that just happened.

He knew you were in need of some peace, and so was he. Asa wasn’t about to let this night slip away because of some stupid persons words. He pulled out the chair, letting you sit down as he took place across the table in front of you.

He took in your facial features, noticing the hints of irritation and annoyance still there. He cracked his fingers, as he thought about his choice of words. Asa wasn’t the best at comfort, but he tried with you.

“Don’t let that useless person keep you frustrated. Let’s continue the night we planned.” He looked over you again, seeing if his words had any impact. Your face seemed to relax, sighing as you gave him that smile he liked. You nodded to his words, soon distracted from the waiter giving you menus.

A few minutes passed, Asa looking over his menu to you. You were deciding what you wanted, a clear thinking face on you. He was almost.. proud at the way you didn’t take the shit some people did to you. Of course, it’s not like he’s gonna outright going to say it, but he’s happy at the way you are.

You looked up, making eye contact with your boyfriend who quickly looked back down at the menu. Asa cleared his throat, furrowing his brows as he “read” the menu. You only chuckled, closing the booklet as you laid it down flat.

“What is it?” You had a smile on your face, your elbows resting the table. Asa glanced up at you, slightly shrugging his shoulders as he was quick to look back down to actually decide on what to order. “Nothing.”

It was a decent night for both of you, a few conversations you started up yourself. He didn’t answer back as much, but you grew used to it as you happily carried the small talks.

Once you two returned home, Asa acted a little more gentler, small touches here and there after you dressed into more comfier clothes to sleep in. He would hold you closer than usual, deciding that it would be best to keep you calm for the night and let you forget what happened entirely. At least he’s trying :)

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milkbread420 · 4 years

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do you think you could write something(hc, drabble, etc 😂 take your pick) where one of the boys(kuroo or suna(idk if you write for suna) where the reader is “heather”. like the boys have girl best friend that likes them but the boys have a crush on the reader...yk? let’s flip the switch 👀 but only if you want to, no pressure.

Pairings: Kuroo x f!reader, Suna x f!reader

I kinda got carried away and just did all of the above bc I couldn’t pick but I hope this is what you were looking for! :)

(Also sorry this took a while, I’m a little busy, I hope you didn’t think I was ignoring you hwbxjowsgoih)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

Kuroo

Kuroo talks about you all the time

Like so much, that she’s told him to shut up more than a few times.

When she does, he teases her about being jealous.

Little does he know

He has her talk to you, and makes her tell him everything just so he can find out little things about you here and there.

That’s how he’s learned your favorite color, your favorite food, and some of your hobbies.

He would smile and blush as she talked about her conversations with you

Every time she’d die a little inside.

He asks her for advice almost every chance he gets

Definitely cancels his plans with her just to spend more time with you

She wants to hate you so bad

Like so bad

But you’re just so perfect and kind, he absolutely adores you, and she swears that you were made for him.

You even laugh at all of his terrible chemistry jokes.

She used to be the only one.

He always takes her out to buy little gifts for you because he needs “a girl’s input” on what would be a good gift.

“Maybe buy me a gift,”

Girly really hoped you were a passing fad

Secretly hoped you’d reject him and he’d realize that she was the one for him

Life is not ‘You Belong With Me’ by Taylor Swift :

All her hopes are crushed when she sees him kissing you after a game in front of all his teammates

Kenma: Yikes

“Did you see how pretty she looked today?” Kuroo sighed, letting his body collapse onto his bed. The girl sitting upright beside him nodded stiffly, “She’s like an angel or something,” his lips curved upward into a smile, “I can’t believe someone like her even looks in my direction,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “She’s fucking perfect,” “Shut up for a second,” the girl snapped. Kuroo’s eyes shot open and he dragged himself up into a sitting position, “Sorry, it’s just, she’s all you ever talk about anymore, I want to talk about other things to ya’ know,” she huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

Kuroo quirked a brow, sending her a devilish smirk, “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you,” he joked, a boisterous laugh escaping him; she frowned, “Aw come on, I’m just messing with ya’,” She knew that, but without even realizing, he’d struck a chord that shouldn’t have been played, “You think you could do me a solid?”

“Not a liquid or a gas?” She giggled.

Kuroo laughed for just a second, “I’m serious,” he said. She swore he could have heard the shattering of her heart, the Kuroo she knew would never brush off a good science pun; he really did like you.

She swallowed hard, “Yeah what’s up?”

“Well I was thinking you could talk to her for me, you know? Girl to girl or some shit?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck, “It’s just I get all stupid around her, so I was hoping you could help me out,”

“Sure,” The girl replied before he could even really think about it. How pathetic. She thought.

“Thanks, I owe you one,” Kuroo sighed, “How about I set you up with one of the first years on my team?” he smirked, standing up and walking out of his room; she followed close behind, “Have your pick, I’ll put in a good word,” by the time he finished talking, they were standing right next his front door. The girl shot him an inquisitive look, “I told her I’d call her around this time,” he said.

“Oh!” she understood, “Got it! Well, have fun!” he wanted her to leave. “I most certainly will,” he smiled, waving her off as she opened the door for herself.

“See you tomorrow then,”

“Yep,”

“Excuse me, y/n?” the girl tapped your shoulder and you stopped in your tracks, turning to face her, “I’m sorry to bother you on your walk home, it’s just, I was wondering if we could talk? Like get to know each other,” you recognized her from how much time she spent with Kuroo. They were friends, and you knew that, so you jumped at the opportunity to get acquainted with one of his friends.

“Of course!” You said with a kind smile that she was certain you couldn’t have faked, “It would be an honor actually!” you continued, making her want to rip your throat out, but also thank you profusely; she opted for neither, “You’re so cool and collected around Kuroo, I’m a little jealous,” she admitted. If only you knew, she thought to herself. “I wish I could be that way too, but i just get all flustered and red whenever he’s around me,”

She forced a smile onto her face, “Well I’ve known him long enough not to be flustered anymore,” her eyes fell and she recalled all the times he’d made the butterflies in her stomach flutter like nobody’s business.

You giggled and nodded, “You’re so pretty, too!”

The girl almost stopped dead in her tracks, “Thank you,” but you’re perfect.

You smiled and nodded.

“Hey,” Kuroo said, turning around in his desk to look at the girl, “Do you wanna go to the mall with me after school?” She stared blankly for a moment, thinking this might be everything that she’d been waiting for, “It’s y/n’s birthday next week, and I wanna get her something nice,” he said with a lovestruck smile that wasn’t for her.

“Oh!” she nodded, “Yeah, sure!”

“Cool,” Kuroo gave her a thumbs up, “I could use some advice, I don’t really know what girls like,” he shrugged, “Meet me in the schoolyard after our last class,” the girl nodded and he turned back around. She cursed herself for even thinking it could be about her.

After the last bell rang, she stood and waited for him in the schoolyard, more than a little disgruntled by the fact that he was nowhere in sight. She checked the time. It had already been ten minutes since the last class.

“Sorry!” she heard a him holler as he ran towards her, “y/n didn’t have enough for a water at the vending machine, so I went to buy her one from the cafeteria,” he said, panting as he caught his breath.

“It’s fine,” she said, looking down.

Kuroo hesitated, “You okay?”

She smiled, “Yeah,”

“Look, I’ll make it up you okay?” he sighed. Her heart beat faster for just a moment, “I’ll bring you a piece of the cake you like from that bakery,” a smile graced her features, I’m going with y/n tomorrow,” she should have known better.

“You don’t have to,” she shook her head, hoping he’d tell her that he wanted to.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged and started walking.

She stood there for a moment, collecting the pieces of her heart.

“You did great, Kuroo!” the girl said, smiling as the boy chuckled, just barely turning his head to look at her.

“We all did great,” he said, brushing some hair out of his face and turning back to high five his teammates. She smiled and stood there idly as he chattered and messed around with his team.

“Kuroo!” she heard a voice that had become all too familiar, and she immediately noticed the way his ears perked up at the sound of it, his whole body jerking around in the direction it came from; he smiled when he saw you, “You were amazing!” you said, grinning from ear to ear, “You’re so talented!”

He took one of your hands in his, “Thank you,” he smiled, his other hand brushing over your cheek, “I’m glad you could make it,”

The girl watched, fighting back a scorn.

She made it to every single game what the hell was just one in comparison?

The difference, she concluded, was that she simply was not you.

“Hey, who’s the hottie and why have you been hiding her from us?” Yamamoto complained, wiping sweat from his forehead as he shot you a charming smile.

“This is my-” Kuroo coughed, and the girl was almost sick right then and there. Even if just by mistake, he was about to call you his girlfriend, “This is y/n,” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist, “And don’t get any ideas,” he huffed. You giggled and flung your arms around him. For a moment he looked taken aback and the girl silently prayed he’d shove you away, but instead, his slender fingers made their way beneath your chin, tilting your head upwards ever so slightly. Your face was red and his was just a few centimeters away from it.

The girl turned away as he kissed you.

It was soft and innocent and filled with so much love she could be sick. His eyes were closed gently, so were yours, and you both looked like you’d found water in the middle of a desert. She wondered how long he’d been waiting to do that, how long he’d wanted to kiss you instead of her.

Kenma blinked, “y/n what is he bribing you with?”

“Nothing,” you laughed, “I really like him, that’s all,”

Kuroo smirked, “I really like you too miss y/n,”

“Gross,”

Kenma took the words right out of her mouth.

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Suna

When Suna first started talking about you, he didn’t use a name so she thought he was talking about her.

Then he was like “yeah y/n is really something.”

Girl became hella toxic after that

He kinda stops talking about you, because when he does, she’s really mean

Has the AUDACITY to call you toxic

Knows deep down that you’re everything he’s ever wanted and genuinely feels happy for him, but will never say it.

She hates you and she wants you to know it

B word

He always defends you whenever she’s rude which totally pisses her off even more

At one point, mans gets sick and tired of her shit and tells her she can either act like a decent human being or find a new best friend

Girly shut up after that

Reluctantly

He definitely knows that she likes him and he highkey uses it to his advantage because he knows she’d do pretty much anything for him

Including driving you down to one of his away games when you’re out of money for the train.

It’s a very awkward ride.

She’s listening to some shit music

Will not hand you the AUX

He’s really touchy with you after that particular game and she just knows he’s about to do something that’s gonna tick her off

Atsumu also knows she likes him and he’s just like “Lmao, sucks,” cause he also knows the man is about to ask you to be his girlfriend.

When you hold Suna’s hand and he smiles she loses her marbles.

She knows he’s not one for PDA, so when he doesn’t brush you off, it makes her absolutely furious.

He drags you away to a more secluded place

Girl almost screams when she realizes he’s kissing you.

ATSUMU SAYS SOME DUMB SHIT TO HER I JUST KNOW IT

“She’s really a great person,” Suna said, writing in the answers to his homework as he sat with his friend in the school’s library, “She’s smart, and nice, and she’s really pretty,” he continued to move his pen and the girl next to him blushed.

“Really?” she asked, smiling as she got her hopes up, almost certain that he was about to confess his love for her.

“Yeah,” he said simply, “Her name’s y/n, she’s in our english class,”

Her face fell and she swore her heart stopped, “y/n, huh?” she sighed, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, “Never heard of her,”

“That’s too bad,” he said, his eyes not leaving the paper, “She’s really amazing,”

You must have been something if you had Suna praising you so highly. The thought in and of itself made her blood boil with jealousy.

“So do you like, have a crush on her?” she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to know, but her curiosity prevailed.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding softly, finally looking up from his homework.

She nodded and bit the inside of her cheek.

God did she wish she knew who you were, just so she could make your life a living hell.

“Your mascara smudged,” the girl said, rather loud as she tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you, “You should fix it,”

“Oh!”you turned around, face red from embarrassment, “Um, thanks,” Her voice had alerted some of your other classmates as well, making their heads turn towards you.

Suna scowled at his friend as she smiled fakely at you, “It’s okay, y/n, you look fine,” he said, his eyes not moving from the girl. She shrugged and looked down at the assignment on her desk. She heard Suna whisper something to you, but she couldn’t make out what it was, but you giggled. Her fist balled up and she almost snapped the pencil in her hand.

After class he left the room without her, walking with you by his side instead. She frowned and jogged to catch up to the two of you, forcing her way in between you and Suna. He sighed to himself.

“Suna!” she said with a pout, “You didn’t wait for me after class!”

He nodded, “I was gonna walk y/n to her next class,” the girl frowned and then looked over at you, “She’s a big girl, she can walk by herself!” you tilted your head, unable to tell whether or not she was joking.

“You can go Suna, I’m sorry if you felt like you had to or something,” you said, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“No,” he said waving a hand in front of him, “It’s okay, I enjoy our time together,” the girl grimaced as you smiled at him and he smiled back.

“So how’s y/n?” the girl asked in a venomous tone, looking over at Suna from the other side of her living room sofa.

He shrugged, “She’s good,” the boy visibly tried to retain a smile as he answered.

“Oh what? All of a sudden you don’t wanna talk about her?” she asked, irritated by the shortness of his reply. She should have been happy, glad even that he had finally shut up about you, but she couldn’t help herself from being just a little disappointed that she couldn’t hear any more of his voice. You were all he wanted to talk about after all.

“I don’t feel like listening to you complain about her,” he said, glancing down at his phone and smiling. You must have been messaging him.

The girl folded her arms, “Not my fault she’s ruining our friendship,” she mumbled and looked away.

Suna looked up with confused expression, “She’s ruining our friendship?” he asked with a raised brow, “You’re the one sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,”

She scoffed, “See! She’s got you wrapped around your finger, right where she. wants you! Wake up Rintaro! She’s a manipulative bitch! How many times did you willingly go out to the movies or to the mall before you met her?”

“It’s Suna,” he said in no particular manor, “And join the hurdling team if you’re gonna jump to conclusions,” he grumbled, grabbing his jacket before heading towards her front door,

“Wait!” she hollered.

“What?” he replied, looking bored as ever.

“Look, I’ll stop being so mean to her, okay?” she rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest.

“Okay.” he said simply, letting himself out. The girl wanted to beg him to stay, or even better, she wanted him to want to stay, all on his own with no encouragement from her; but as long as she wasn’t you, it would never be that way.

The girl’s phone rang, just as she was about to leave her house and head to the gym across town where Suna would be playing that afternoon. She let out a disgruntled sigh as she reached for her back pocket, clicking the ‘answer’ button.

“Hey,” it was his voice on the other end, “You’re coming to the game right?” A smile spread across her lips and she silently cheered; that must mean he wanted her there, “Hello?”

“Sorry!” she said, “Yeah, I’m just about to leave, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes,”

“Oh good,” he mumbled, she nodded as if he could see her, “you haven’t left yet,”

A horrible feeling brewed in the pit of her chest, “No,” she really didn’t want to ask, “why?”

She could hear his smile through the phone, “y/n’s out of money for the train I was calling to ask if you could bring her,”

Of course.

“Of course,” she said through her teeth, feigning a cheerful tone, “Send me her address,”

“I just did,” he said.

“Great!” she replied.

“Thanks,” he sighed, “I really want her here,”

“Of course,”

Of course.

It wasn’t her he was looking forward to having cheer him on, it wasn’t her hand he wanted to hold, and it wasn’t her who has stolen his heart, like some thief in the night.

It was you.

The girl arrived at your house around five minutes after the call, she honked a few times to get your attention; she couldn’t have been bothered to go knock, step into the house where you’d probably made out with her best friend a million times.

You tapped lightly on her window to get her attention. She shook herself and unlocked the door, “Thank you so much!” you said as soon as you sat down, “I’m so sorry, I feel so bad making you go out of your way, but thank you, really,”

In truth, her house was actually on the way to the stadium, “Yeah, just don’t expect it to be a routine thing,”

You nodded, “Of course not!” she flashed you a forced smile then turned on the radio. It was some music by an artist you absolutely hated, and she was quick to notice the momentary flash of disdain on your face.

“Do you not like this?” she asked though the answer was quite obvious.

You shook your head politely, “No, it’s alright!” she grinned almost evilly and turned up the volume.

After the game, you and the girl stood together awkwardly, both of you waiting for the same boy to come out of the gym. The doors opened a few moments later and the first person to appear was not Suna, but Atsumu Miya, “Suna, your fanclub’s here,” he chuckled as he continued walking, discreetly tugging the girl’s arm as he brushed past her.

“Hey-!” “Shut up for a second wouldja’?” he said lowly, looking back as Suna approached you, “I know yer’ gonna try some dumb shit, and this is important to Suna, so I needja’ to lay off,” he said.

She frowned, “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gonna make it official with y/n,” he rolled his eyes at how oblivious she was, “jeez are ya’ stupid?”

“He didn’t tell me,” she said with a scowl, “Let me go Atsumu I need to-”

The girl struggled in his grip, but his strength prevailed, “I don’t think so,” he said with a raised brow, “you’ve been causin’ nothin’ but trouble for them,” the setter explained, “so I ain’t lettin’ ‘ya go ‘till he’s done what he wants to do,”

She peeked over the setter’s shoulder and watched as your face turned a dark crimson, one of your shaky hands reaching for his. He didn’t jerk away, hell he didn’t even tense, his entire body just relaxed when your hand made contact with his and it was unlike anything she’d ever seen him do. In all the years she’d known him, all the times she’d touched him, he never once looked the way he did now.

He pulled you away, behind a wall near the bathrooms. Atsumu had finally let go and she quickly followed the path you and Suna had taken. The setter clicked his tongue and followed her to make sure she wouldn’t do anything stupid.

She would have too. Done something stupid that is, if she hadn’t seen the look on his face just before he kissed you; absolute content. It was like you’d made all his other thoughts and feelings just disappear, and she knew that even if she managed to tear them apart and get him to be with her, Suna would always wish she were you.

“I think I’m gonna go now,” she squeaked.

“See ‘ya at the wedding,” Atsumu said snidely.

She silently wondered if he was joking.

Ahh those were so fun to write ;-;

#kuroo x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #anime #hq #kuroo tetsurō #suna rintarou #hq x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #fanfic #anime / manga #suna rintaro x reader

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cant-think-of-anything · 3 years

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I think part of the reason that there’s such a dissonance between what kind of character Matthew is ~supposed~ to have and what kind of poor traits shine through, especially in his treatment of Alastair, is not just because of CC’s poor handling of alcoholism (and, in my opinion, mental health issues and depression) but also because: Our first introduction to these characters happened a long ways before some major changes to TLH.

Namely… Alastair and Cordelia were basically white in CC’s original planning. There’s just no way around that. Their flower cards, where they’re not just whitewashed but purely white, prove that (and they STILL haven’t been updated, by the way.)

Also, Alastair’s hair: in CoG it was dyed blond, and CC wrote it off implicitly as a racism thing when she decided he was Persian (which I guess happened after the short story where we met Alastair and before TLH) , which would have been fine it if it was an arc written better. Except, I don’t think she realized that it would make Matthew’s comments about Alastair inherently and obviously racist, being a white author. And I doubt that it will be dealt with and named or even acknowledged outright in the final TLH installment.

Kind of the same thing with Cordelia. I’m not saying POC can’t have like red hair because obviously POC don’t come in a prepackaged set of five or six traits that are all configured randomly, but something has always rubbed me the wrong way about the way that CC writes the majority of her POC and especially WOC as exotic. I mean, Kamala as a character is to me a special favorite (even though CC did her dirty and didn’t do a good job portraying her character or intersectional identity) but I rolled my eyes so hard when she had lighter brown or “amber” eyes in canon or officially commissioned art. With Cordelia, I know CC once said she uses henna to redden her hair which is great for her, and I guess I have less of a bone to pick with that because it’s semi(?) realistic, but still. Also the fact that so much of her description as a beautiful person comes from her hair. Again that’s cool, and women of color should be loved wholly including being loved for the parts of them that they freely change (such as Cordelia’s hair) but… the proportion of the fixation on her hair as what makes her lovely rubs me the wrong way sometimes. I feel like it’s sometimes an out from CC making the ~scandalous~ decision that a woman of color can be beautiful because of the traits she is born with. Idk it’s just for me I had this long standing repulsion towards my colorings and my facial structure and white girls would tell me I was whiny about it and then I finally began to piece together things like “Eurocentric beauty standards.”

Going on a tangent slightly, but something else that bothered me was when Anna insulted Cordelia after buying her those dresses and everyone kinda treating it as a compliment? And just cause Cordelia, a fictional teenager, didn’t get mad about it doesn’t mean readers of color can’t see the underlying racism behind “Cordelia looks MUCH better in these dresses which are SUITED for her skin tone.”

I think that narrative could have been handled much better: if it was Cordelia picking out her own clothes as an act of maturity and self-realization and ownership, if Cordelia herself said (in a different way lol) “Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.” And I think some people will argue that Cordelia’s context makes this too self aware of a development but I would say that it would have been a powerful part of her development outside of her relationships, especially considering that she’s supposed to be a main protagonist. Full arcs for the win baby!

But even aside from all that what bothered me about Anna’s dresses was the fact that it was a white woman showing the “truth” or the “right way” or “saving” a woman of color, a trope which I don’t think CC intended but committed nonetheless. I think from a white author POV the thinking was “Anna is such a free bohemian who lives true to herself and she’s going to help Cordelia become that way too,” which irks me because I feel like that just worked against CC in terms of POC rep and also because that same ideology is used in an attempt to make Anna’s treatment of Kamala justified even though Anna as an out person, with racial and economic privilege and the support of an extensive and powerful family network, pressured and tormented Kamala into coming out.

I have a lot of thoughts on that relationship, mainly: it shouldn’t have been dragged out this long because from the beginning, Every Exquisite Thing, it was clear they were looking for different things. And if CC had left it at that and let them go on their separate ways after a week of knowing each other that would have been fine: Kamala can’t do an out and proud relationship and Anna doesn’t want secrecy, so they’ll develop on their own. And then later Kamala’s pursuit of Anna in the actual TLH books was I think meant to be a thing about “the lengths you’ll go for true love” but it felt forced. Honestly… It just feels icky. like this woman of color is just so hung up on this white woman who abuses her repeatedly and can’t handle her own misogyny and internalizations. And I hate that because both had such awesome potential! To me it’s less that I dislike Anna ( I’d need a whole other post to explain that) and more that I dislike CC for wanting so bad to claim sapphic rep but not wanting to put in the effort to portray it effectively- and pretty much all that entails is writing the relationship without acting like it exists in a pseudo-vacuum where the history and realities of interracial relationships and queerphobia don’t exist in the way we obviously recognize and experience.

And characters like Cordelia and Alastair are amazing and have so much potential; I think the true origin of the problems with their portrayal is that they weren’t really intended as POC or even queer representation in the first place. I don’t know if Cassie would have taken a different approach to her characterization had she known Alastair would be a brown gay man when she first introduced him, but I hope it would have at least made her more conscientious of the inherent application of colonialism and racism in her storytelling from that point onward.

I want to finally add that I’m not saying any portrayal of racism is bad. I’m saying that the racism in the story is not part of a conscious framework that critiques racism appropriately. I think CC wrote the beginnings of the narrative, decided she was going to develop the diversity point content, and then either didn’t look back at the older content to analyze it and the other (white characters) through a new lens of race and outsiderness and queer personhood, or she looked at it and didn’t know what to do with it, or looked at it and didn’t care.

Sorry this got so long! Thanks for listening.

- A.

I feel like CC handled everything poorly in regards to characters who had a lot of potential.

The fact that Cordelia and Alastair are both originally white and it's so obvious in the way every bit of racism is handled by the characters. Matthew's comments in CLS are very important and they should've been handled with the same severity that Alastair's words were. CC changing the characters to POC was a big decision and when she did so she should've went back and actually read her own material. I can assure you that it will not be handled in CHOT, my expectations for CC recognizing the importance and gravity in the words she writes regarding racism or any of her "implied racism" bullshit have gone to the ground.

Because while golden eyes are obviously so easy to write when discussing discrimination obviously racism is out of the question /j

THAT'S EXACTLY IT, women of color in these books are so pathetically rare that on the rare occurrence that she does write them they should all be given these features that aren't as common in POC and written as more beautiful because of those features. I read CHOG after I became more appreciative of my ethnic features but if I had read this a year or so ago? Or even if I had read it after just feeling insecure in general? It would've been awful. The implication is that the lighter features in POC are the most beautiful, with Cordelia's red hair being put on a higher pedestal than her dark eyes and Kamala's eyes being focused on more than her hair (because I literally went back and counted the numbers to prove it and it's exactly what happens.)

I'm sure Cordelia's hair is stunning, but it's the way that when she's described (or more accurately being sexualized) it is just her hair and body that is shown, not the color of her skin or the color of her eyes.

God the pastel thing pisses me off so much. It's not even that Anna tells Cordelia that she would look better in darker colors it's that she says it suits her skin tone. Implying that anyone with brown skin should be barred from wearing pastels. And Kamala? In the few times she is described, she's wearing dark colors or champagne gold, never light blue or purple or pink WHICH HONESTLY SUITS HER PERSONALITY. It's also the way that the dresses Anna sent her are described to be more revealing- it's weird. Anna barely knew her when she started dictating everything that Cordelia could put on her body.

“Damn right I can wear lavender ruffles if I want to and crimp my hair but I’m not going to let white fashion prevent me from outshining everyone because dark skinned women INVENTED jewel tones.”

I literally would have loved that. It recognizes that she doesn't need to follow these "rules" on what to wear but still shows her choosing what she wants to wear without making all the darker skinned readers feel like they can't wear a certain color.

I think what some people fail to realize is that these books are also aimed at upper elementary and middle school and a middle schooler with dark skin reading something like that? In a book with characters they love? It's going to be so harmful

Someone else mentioned that CC said Kamanna's relationship was complicated because Kamala didn't defend Anna: Defend her FROM WHAT? Literally what is there to threaten Anna?

These books are filled with tokenism and then praised for it. The idea of Kamala X Anna has so much potential but they're portrayed in such a toxic way. Throughout the last through books Kamala puts herself through so much guilt and regret and turmoil just for Anna to literally use her, blame her, and cast her aside. And it's so fucking annoying because it pushes this idea that this woman of color who was terrified and in an extremely vulnerable position is in the wrong for choosing her safety and presents them as guilty and shameful for doing such a thing.

I would disagree, the portrayal of racism is bad, because it is used at random points in the story and never brought up again, if you interduce racism take it seriously it's not the kind of thing you're meant to half-ass in a book thousands of people will read

I agree on everything else though, so much of these books are incredibly harmful and they are presented to a young audience so it's overall just a gross situation

Thank you for the ask though! I loved answering this, if you ever have anything else you're more than welcome to come back <3

#kamala joshi #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #tw racism #tw sexualization of minors #tw sexualization #anti anna lightwood #anon #asks #tw swearing #long post #tlh #anti cc #the last hours #let me know if i missed a tag #also let me know if i got anything wrong

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troublesometrollhunters · 3 years

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Yandere Skrael ❄

(I really have no excuse for this Idk I like him leave me alone in my hellhole of minor characters I fall for)

~ Mortals are fleeting creatures. They arrive on earth they squabble, they beg, they do pathetic things, then they die. That's just how it is. But you, your different. You have to be to catch his eye.

~ Skrael feels warm around you. Something that shouldn't be possible considering he was created by the magic of the North Winds and yet when he sees you he feels his immortal soul twinge. Something in him changes and he likes that change.

~ You're human. Your life has amounted to almost nothing but your happy with it. However Skrael is not happy. You make him feel warm. Joyous. He's never felt warmth and his joy is often sadistic and comes from torturing mortals or causing choas with Bellroc. You're going to die and this happiness he's discovered will be gone.

~ Speaking of Belloc they don't approve but Skrael has noticed that when he's busy they'll keep an eye on you and he's eternally grateful. His siblings in magic soon gain an interest in you too. It's not like his which boarders on possessive but rather their curious. You're HIS human and they understand this so he's unconcerned of their interest. After all your practically family now.

~ One night while you sleep, such a silly mortal thing. He picks you up cradling you close. You shiver air coming out in white puffs and he pauses. You are mortal. Fragile. And sadly effected deeply by his cold. Holding you in your sleep could prove dangerous so he has to place you down back into your bed furs. Bellroc burns with the heat of a thousand fires but at least they're warmth is good for humans. As Bellroc picks you up you sleep soundly much to Skraels relief. He was prepared to freeze the whole village if you refused to come with him but now no one will suffer and you will live in eternal bliss.

~ Nari is ecstatic to meet you. You're terrified and confused when you wake to this green fae in your face but they're to excited to notice. Heart racing as you lookinh around confused Nari's tail swishes as they bombard you in questions. Skrael is a bit mad as they wanted to be the first you saw when you woke in your new home but Skrael can't get mad at Nari. Skrael's excited your here with them too.

~ You try to run looking for an entrance but Skrael simply floats in front of you to block your path. The ground becomes icy and as you trip they catch you. Blue eyes burning as they gently push the hair out of your face. Skrael introcudes himself with a gentle voice as he strokes your cheek.

~ He pauses when you become visibly confused. You have no idea who he is. That lowkey pisses Skrael off but they can work with it. They'll work with it.

~ Skrael introduces his family. Nari and Bellroc. They are kind to you and he is happy everyone's getting along. You seem uncomfortable eyes constantly darting around and Skrael had a feeling if you could you'd run. Pouting they gently squeeze your shoulder. There's no reason to be afraid or scared.

~ If you didn't like Winter before that sucks because Skrael is determined to make you love it. Snow and ice is their craft and Skrael will make you come to love it. They show you the beautiful side of winter. The quiet snowfall, the still forest, lakes frozen over, gentle frost, crunching snow that echoes for miles. Skrael is excited to show you all of it and show off his talents.

~ It was all so lonely before but with you he feels inspiration. Skrael makes delicate frost patterns for your enjoyment and takes you far away from people. Somewhere beautiful where you two can iceskate in peace. If you don't know how to Skrael enjoys teaching you, helping you glide over the smooth ice he made for you.

~ They spoil you. You are given riches beyond your wildest imgination, extravagant gifts, fancy clothes, and are treated better than most royalty. Only the best for Skrael's partner. Nari loves growing you flowers and enjoys the way your face lights up when she shows her magic. Bellroc likes to entertain creating a shower of sparks or making the fire dance for you. And Skrael? They give you everything. They're love. They're devotion. Even a little of their power. In secret they make you have a mages life span so you may never die on them. They just love you so much you can't fade away on them.

~ Skrael has studied mortals extensively. He knows of their need for food and water. Skrael's family gives you only the finest. You're their pride and joy now. Cooked meats you could never afford in your old life, fresh fruits from across the world, hearty vegetables. None of them can cook but with magic they can summon or make anything. If you ask you shall receive.

~ It's a semi lonely life only having Skrael, Bellroc, and Nari to talk to but Skrael does everything in their power to make you as happy as you make them. Skrael truly loves you as much as someone like them can.

~ Skrael can't stand it when you mention your old life or friends. When you suggest leaving. Hundreds of years have passed and Skrael and the others take care to not let you know this. Sometimes Skrael considers telling you the truth just to make you see their your only option but your happiness means everything to them. The family stays with you while Skrael cools off.

~ All in all it's not a terrible situation. Skrael has never hurt you. Not on purpose at least and The Arcane Order is very kind to you. Nari with their never ending affection and stories and Bellroc with their warm hugs and soothing voice. It's not an entirely healthy situation as you had no choice but it's not terrible either. It'd be best to just give into Skraels affections and let the Arcane Order love you.

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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 3 years

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Let it slip in the @rdrsafehaven discord about my street kid Arthur headcanon, got approval from one (1) person and then this was born (as if I hadn’t already kinda alluded to that in Monsters I’ve Met) so @danger-r-98-5 this is your fault.

Wrote this on my phone in the tumblr app so pls forgive any mistakes.

The Absence of Kindness

Arthur’s life had always been hard. This fact was no less true the day Lyle Morgan had been convicted of his crimes. He was on his own beginning with the days he sat outside the sheriff’s office awaiting his father’s demise, having no mother to turn to as he had lost her years ago. Though, it didn’t feel real until he saw him up on the wooden stand, being tried for the crime of larceny. Until that very morning his father had at least been in a cell just a brick wall away, even if the sheriff wouldn’t let him in to see him.

And he’d been scared before but never as much as he had been that morning as the offenses were read off to the crowd; robbing the bank and making off with five-hundred dollars until caught in the next town over with just over half the money remaining. They were the only crimes this town knew off and Arthur wondered if they would have hung him sooner if they knew of the men he’d killed and how the money had been spent on drink instead of food for his son. And despite the fact of all the horrible things the his father had ever done to him, no matter how many nights he had spent hiding from him when he was drunk or the mornings when he was drug from town to town, or the endless weeks spent with strangers who didn’t care for him, Arthur still feels like crying when he sees him hung. He knows his father is dead and he’s left an orphan, truly and completely alone. He understands that from that moment on he has to be a man if he’s to take care of himself, even if eleven years old is a far cry from the age of manhood.

With his father’s hat too big on his head and a couple of photos tucked into the pocket of the thin coat falling apart at the seems, he’s left to the streets of the town his father had been hung in.

Every single moment was horrible. The days were long and cruel in ways he never could have imagined. Most adults had seen him at the trial and knew he was Lyle Morgan’s child. No matter how pathetic he looked no one trusted him, they expected he’d be a thief just like his father. He didn’t want to be but their lack of pity forced him into it as he wanted nothing more than to live long enough to see the next sunrise.

The nights were almost worse. Darker and colder than he had remembered them being when his father was alive. He’d hide wherever he could from the nightlife who’d prey on easy targets like him. On the nights he was separated from the other stray children who called the town home, he’d cry and pray to the god his mother had believed in, and maybe he did once too, wishing the next day would be better, holding onto the memory of the kindness he’d been shown the day his father got too drunk and a bartender had lead him out the back to play with his dog’s puppies so he wouldn’t see when the law had shown up and thrown his father out.

Arthur didn’t know real kindness again until he was fifteen. Sure, there had been people who tossed a dollar his way or vendors who turned a blind eye when he swiped from their stalls, but it wasn’t the same as this.

He’s taller than he had been when he was eleven though still just as thin and just as frail. Except unlike then he was now more wild. He had to be. As he grew older he was more competition for the others he shared the streets with. The other kids weren’t really friends with him, they weren’t better than the skinny mutts that slept with them at night the way they fought over food and money, the older ones robbing each other blind if they had to. It was like when he turned thirteen the unspoken rule about not going after kids that young was off. So Arthur had learned how to fight, how to kick hard, how to throw a punch that counted, and how to wiggle free of the tight holds of lawmen who tried to intervene.

He’d begun to give up kindness when a sheriff promises to trial him the same as an adult when he’s cut loose from jail after one too many times. He stops trusting anyone afterward and it causes him to build up enough of a tough skin that he constantly watches his back, dark circles appearing under his eyes from light sleep from being afraid he’d be caught when he slept. He doesn’t believe in anything by then. But there’s a man and his parter in fancy clothes who won’t leave him alone until he decides to take the offer and travel with them. Even if it takes months until their kindness sets in and he realizes he can finally sleep without fear. It’s for the first time he’s not so concerned with being a man until he really is of the standard age. All because of Dutch van der Linde and Hosea Matthews make him feel safe for the first time since his mother died.

Arthur hadn’t been shown much kindness as a child and he’s reminded of that whenever he walks the streets of Saint Denis. Even if the city is much bigger than the town he’d fought to survive in, it’s a painful reminder all the same. And no matter how annoying the city’s brats are, they too serve as a reminder of where he came from. He sees them and he knows the fear that hides under the tough exterior they put up, knows that despite their height and scowling faces that they’re still scared children underneath, fighting for their lives at too young and barely making it. They may leer at him from the safety of their ally ways but as he returns the teasing with a harmless one of his own, he drops a few dollars and moves on down the street as if nothing happened. He won’t even look back to make sure they’ve gotten it, knowing that the kind of pride they hold at that age doesn’t respond well to pity. But he doesn’t have to. He knows they pick it up after he leaves when there’s more of them huddled together, young ones peaking at him expectantly with big puppy dog eyes from where they hide behind the taller ones. It’s the only time it’s not hard for him to let go of some money, even if he knows if Dutch ever found out he’d lecture him on how they need it to get out of the country and yet there he was pissing it away on street rats. Except he wasn’t, and Dutch would never know. They’d lived their lives, had grand adventures for decades, these children still had futures. Arthur would never tell anyone but he knew the fear of an orphan left to the streets and he wanted for as many of them as possible to live to be able to see as many sunrises as possible.

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wrote this last night, left it in the drafts, it is now the next afternoon and idk if i really like it that much but im just gonna post it anyway. also- kinda went rogue from my original concept in the story i linked above but really if i didn’t i would have ended up with the same idea just longer and more in depth and i would have had to go back and add it in somehow. or i would have ended up rewriting it because in that story arthur does move around as opposed to this where he doesn’t.

oh well- here it is anyway.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #fanfic #sorta

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