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amourdivine · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

hello, angels! i’ve finally gathered inspiration to work on a future spouse reading! today we’ll be looking into what your future spouse’s love for you will feel like, how they will show it to you, their love language(s) & additional messages. i truly hope you enjoy it! feel free to provide feedback & let me know if it resonates! ♡

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𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬. your cards: seven of pentacles / six of pentacles / nine of swords rx / the emperor / king of swords / five of cups rx.

Balanced. Steady. Practical and grounding. Your Future Spouse’s love language could be acts of service and gift giving, pile one. They’re never going to let you go without anything you desire in this life and might even make you feel overwhelmed by how they show their love with so many gifts & material goods. I think this might even cause you to be wary of them at first, mostly because your past relationships could’ve been very anxiety inducing and left you on a high alert mode when it comes to love.

But they’ll want to spoil you and give you what you need. They also might be super protective of you and ready to strike against anyone who dares threaten or harm you, even their close family members. I think this person is very materially successful and they’ll want to share that with you. That kind of “what’s mine is yours” type of energy. One thing that I’m also getting is that this person, despite being very wealthy and desirable, could be very reserved and not very well-versed in emotions or spirituality. But for you, they’re more than willing to try and leave their worries and regrets in the past. I think you’ll teach them how to be more forgiving towards themselves and others, how to be a little softer and loosen up a little, as well as learn how to receive care & protection.

I cut the deck in half to check how you might love them and the Four of Wands came out upright, so you’ll most definitely be that place of stability and a solid foundation for them to rely on. Kind of like their safe haven, their sacred home. Hence why they’ll want to give you so much and make sure that you are cared for - not only because they can, but because your love makes them feel safe enough to share their successes and burdens.

additional messages: power couple, ceo, capricorn venus, scorpio moon/rising, aries rising, provider, “you can rest now,” “you are safe with me,” “i’ll give you my world,” chanel bags, sugar daddy, vintage shopping, “you want it? you got it,” suit & tie, dark hair.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶. your cards: seven of cups / three of cups / two of pentacles / king of wands / page of wands / five of cups rx.

Like everything and anything is possible! I’m hearing “A Whole New World” from the Aladdin movie. I think it’ll feel like an adventure for both of you to be loved by one another. I think their love language could be quality time and words of affirmation / encouragement. They’ll hype you up so much! Like your very own best friend. I think it’ll be impossible for you not to smile and laugh around this person. They could be super goofy and even chaotic, but they’ll do anything to make you smile, even if it makes them look foolish.

Honestly, there will be a lot of joy in the relationship and you might feel like little kids in love. I think your Future Spouse will confess their feelings to you first, pile two. I’m not sure why I’m getting that, but they’ll definitely make the first move when it comes to you. Your life together will feel like a never-ending party and once you’re older you might even start wearing matching outfits. There’s a lot of passion between you two, a lot of energy and their love will fill your cup and your batteries. I’m seeing two people holding hands at a party and one of them (possibly you) looks at the other like they’re ready to go home. But instead of going home, they end up hanging out and doing other fun things just by themselves.

You’ll have little inside jokes and a whole language of your own. This is the kind of love that doesn’t grow old and you’ll make sure to keep things interesting and passionate. Your Future Spouse will make you feel like you can live with no regrets and leave the past behind, loves.

additional messages: curiosity, nerf battle, video games, dad jokes, silly laughs, sagittarius, gemini, jupiter dominant, brand new by ben rector, partying all night, anime, manga, fun fashion, forever young.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬. your cards: the moon / death / eight of wands / page of wands rx / six of wands rx / justice.

Right off the bat, I’m sensing it’ll feel dreamy. Ethereal, even. One or both of you could be very intuitive and / or have a lot of water placements. I had a very hard time shuffling for this pile, so I think your emotions will be running very deep but your Future Spouse won’t necessarily say it out loud. They feel a bit secretive and guarded, but more so out of self-protection. When Death came out, I was even more sure that this is my watery, sensitive pile.

Your Future Spouse is super private! It may be hard for you to read them at first - “tough shell to crack,” I’m hearing. I think this person may be very intense and it’s giving me a lot of Scorpio vibes. They won’t really confess their love with words, but they’ll show their love with actions of every kind and with physical touch - but they’re not the type of person who likes hookups or meaningless relationship, so they’ll only want to be intimate with you, Your FS will be there for you to rely on them, to give you the emotional support you need. They could also be a great listener by the way. I think they’ll do everything in their power to be respectful towards you, your boundaries and your needs. You might even wonder if they do really love you because they don’t say it much, but it’s in their eyes - you just have to pay attention. They’re not the kind of person to show off or desire attention from others and if anything, they could be very introverted.

But their love will be very healing - like finally finding the kind of love you’ve always deserved. I cut the deck in half to know a little bit more and I got the Two of Pentacles in rx, which makes me believe they’ll drop everything they’re doing at any minute to come to your rescue. With time, I think both of you will heal a lot with each other and this relationship will be very transformative towards your emotional and spiritual healing. Your FS will be focused on loving you right, instead of merely making empty promises.

additional messages: “i don’t want to disappoint you,” “do you really love me?”, “you look beautiful when you sleep,” gentle & intimate touches, boundaries, trauma, scorpio & cancer, pisces rising, “text me when you’re home,” slow burn, shadow work.

𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹. your cards: six of cups / ten of pentacles / king of pentacles / page of pentacles / three of wands / ace of wands.

This will be a very traditional kind of love, pile four, but also very innocent and warm. I think your FS will want to provide you a very safe & stable relationship, but without making it boring or without passion. They kind of want the both of you to “have it all,” in a way. With this Ten of Pentacles, their love will be extremely faithful and committed. You will never have to worry about them lying or cheating on you. They will want to give you their best all the time, especially materially, though I think for many of you, you’ll be building this financial stability together. They will take many important steps with you and will think of your relationship long term. So nothing will be rushed or not put thought into, although there will be a lot, a lot of excitement from them with this Fool energy.

Their love will be very grounded in reality, around your material life and your needs as a couple. With the Six of Cups, I think their love will be classic and very innocent in a way. You’ll settle down with this person for life and you might even have two kids with them. I feel like this person will not be the careless or unpredictable type of lover, so you’ll rest easy with their love, but they’ll make sure that the relationship doesn’t fall flat or lacks romance. This person’s love language could be acts of service and words of affirmation, but I think they’ll be very attentive to what you like and adapt from there. Honestly, you’ll be able to be completely vulnerable with this person without worrying they’ll ever use it against you. Your FS is super responsible, pile four. You’ll be able to rely on them for life.

additional messages: istj / intj, “building an empire,” “you can tell me anything,” good listener, capricorn and virgo, studious, generous, “our bills are paid,” “i’m thinking of our family,” a big house and two kids, picture perfect, a quiet life.

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squat-lobster · 2 years

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TATZLSQURM Long Body Pokémon

Ht: 10′ - Wt: 110lbs

Tatzlsqurm create intricate networks of burrows and warrens under the forest floor, which they use to pounce unexpectedly on Rattata and Raticate, as well as evade their own predators.

Nobody is quite sure where a Tatzlsqurm’s body ends and its tail begins. Their fur is extremely soft and was highly prized as a luxury pelt in the past, resulting in their current scarcity.

Sample Moves: Coil, Play Rough, Morning Sun, Crunch, Body Press, Body Slam, Double Edge, Quick Attack, Dig, Iron Tail, Aqua Tail, Drain Punch, U-Turn, Sucker Punch, Elemental Punches

Evolves from Furret with high friendship during the day.

Design notes under the cut.

As before I’m trying to revamp the Johto mons with new designs that: A) I personally prefer, B) Make them more competitively viable, C) Have a bit of biology / ecology / mythology stuff thrown in there, and D) Fit the theme of the original mon and of Johto itself.

So I really like Sentret but I’m fairly lukewarm on Furret; even though it is cute I think it loses a bit of charm when it evolves. So I’m evolving it back to its roots here.

When I was first designing this guy I was actually going for a normal / bug typing, and they had like 6 little legs where the legs are on the final design, but no matter how i drew them they looked a bit too much like nips so I scrapped that. But there are remnants of its bugness it with top paws supposed to be mandible-like, and originally the ears were more like sentrets to seem like antenna, but i prefer the cat ears to tie in a bit more of furret’s design.

I think I justified the bug typing as it being effective vs. the normal / dark alolan rattata, but fairy works just as well for that and what with the clefable-y azumarill-y face and stuff. Plus later on I was like wait whats a tatzelwurm again and looked it up and it turns out its like a cat with a snake bod so i was like sick theres the fairy type justification.

So in gen 2 sentret only appears during the day and rattata only at night, so to further emphasize this guy as a counterpart to the rattata line (particularly alolan rattata) I made it more sun themed. The circle and markings are supposed to look a bit like a sun, but i feel like that became a bit too subtle as i kept drawing.

In terms of stats and abilities, I really wanted to design it around using coil cuz that’s one of my favourite set up moves. So I decided on giving it hustle so you can use it as a risky banded mon or a mon that really benefits from coil’s accuracy boost, and fluffy also benefits from boosting defence with coil alongside morning sun recovery to make it a tankier mon. And then yeah just better stats without being too extreme, just a good speed tier and decent attack.

And finally the name, I was trying to think of a good -ret suffixed name for ages, and i acknowledge what i went with is clunky as fuck but it gave me early gen vibes with the 10 character limit, so im happy with it. (Tatzelwurm + Squirm + Worm)

So yeah, even though part of me is like dude all you did was make a giant fat long sentret, I’m actually pretty happy with this guy.

#also the height is a reference to the meme that the pokedex makes it seem like furret is fucking enormous #johto revamp #pokemon #fakemon #sentret #furret #tatzlsqurm #squat-lobster #art

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hollywoodxwhore · 2 years

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tatty daddy

Tattoo artist Colson x Reader

S/o to @triplexdoublex for my very first request. Hope you like it!

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), mention of tattoo needles, swearing, fingering, squirting

Words: 3313

Colson is not famous in this. He's a local tattoo artist. Hope y'all enjoy!

You had a mild tattoo addiction.

Yes, they were beautiful when they were complete, permanently scarred into the skin in any design someone could possibly want.

But you liked them for so much more than that.

You couldn’t deny that you liked the pain. Maybe that was something you should’ve taken up with your therapist, but usually you didn’t let yourself think on that too much. It was something about the controlled pain, the way it turned into beauty, a sharp sting that was almost pleasurable in its own right.

You’d been in the market for new ink for too long, and finally, a coworker pulled through, helping you to score an appointment with her cousin, one of the more renowned artists in the area. His work was stunning and exactly what you wanted. She’d shared his pricing, the location of his shop, and his name — Colson.

What she’d forgotten to share, however, was that this man was fucking gorgeous.

Your legs quivered slightly as the artist introduced himself, trying to be respectful when all you wanted to do was ogle him. Tall — at least 6’4”, fluffy, bleached hair, three nose rings — three! — piercings lining his ears, tons of tattoos, and an angelic face to tie it all together. You reminded yourself to yell at your coworker later for not having warned you.

“Here are a couple of designs I drew up,” he said, picking up some papers and turning them towards you. God, his voice was sexy, too. You looked over the designs, trying to stay focused.

“They’re both beautiful,” you said, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“We should see which one fits your body best,” Colson suggested. You nodded, flustered, and followed him into his studio.

The walls were covered with art — movie posters and tattoo images and pictures of who you assumed was Colson’s cat. His station was neatly organized, a tray already ready for you.

“You wanted it pretty low on your stomach, right?” he asked. His eye contact was making you weak. God, it had been way too long since you’d gotten laid.

“Yes,” you said, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt.

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the black chair beside him. You climbed on and awaited further instructions. “Go ahead and show me the spot.”

You swallowed and slid your leggings and panties down just enough to reveal the spot, right above your pussy. You were running out of places to put hideable tattoos, and you liked this intimate placement.

Colson leaned down, studying the area, and you held your breath. He held up the stencils, studying them, and then gestured for you to pull your pants back up.

“I think this is the one,” he said, holding up the dagger pierced through a rose. “Color? Black and gray?”

“What do you think?” I asked.

Colson shrugged. “I think mostly black and gray would be sick, but a few pops of color.”

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled and he did too, all charm. Shit, how were you going to get through this?

“I’m going to print out the stencil,” he said. “Go ahead and undress however you’re comfortable. You might want to remove your pants and underwear. We can cover you while I work.” He met your eyes and you nodded, mustering up a smile.

“Okay, thanks,” you said. Colson nodded and excused himself from the studio.

Drawing in a deep breath, you removed your leggings and panties, folding them neatly and setting them on a chair in the corner. Colson had left behind a paper blanket to place over your lap, and you got back onto the table, covering yourself. Your hands were shaking, and not because you were nervous about the tattoo.

When Colson returned, he immediately slid his big hands into a pair of black latex gloves that looked unreasonably good on his hands. He sat down and touched the paper blanket, icy eyes meeting yours. “Can I move this?” he asked, and you appreciated him being so respectful.

“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip as he carefully slid the paper down towards your thighs, leaving your pussy barely covered, but it still was. You bit your lip, barely breathing as his gloved hands carefully placed the stencil onto your skin. You closed your eyes briefly as he applied pressure, ensuring the stencil remained on your skin as he removed the paper. You glanced down and couldn’t help but grin. It was going to look sick.

“We’re just gonna let that dry for a few,” Colson said, leaning back in his chair slightly. “So, you work with my cousin.”

“I do.” You nodded. “I was excited when she told me about your work.”

Colson’s eyes sparkled and he perked up slightly. “Yeah? Well, thank you for trusting me,” he said humbly.

“You’re talented,” you said with a shrug. “Of course I do.”

Something passed in the air between you but you couldn’t quite figure out what that was. Colson seemed to snap out of it after a moment, but you couldn’t help but notice his cheeks were slightly pink.

“Alright. You ready?” he asked, meeting your eye as he picked up the gun.

“As I’ll ever be,” you said.

Colson met your eyes and smiled. “Here we go.” He leaned over your body and got to work.

You hissed and closed your eyes at the first drag of the needle. The sweet, hot pain shocked your system slightly but you felt warm and tingly as you adjusted to it.

“You okay?” Colson asked.

You nodded. “Is it weird I kinda like the pain?” you asked.

Colson looked at you then, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to tell you that you were weird and then it would be awkward. Instead, a small grin graced his gorgeous features. “Nah. I do, too,” he confessed, then went back to the tattoo.

You relaxed as time went on and you and Colson conversed more and more. He was a great conversationalist and he had a talent for making you feel comfortable.

“Alright, outline is done,” Colson said, wiping your tattoo. “Need a break before color?”

You shook your head no. “Not unless you do.”

Colson shook his head. “Nah, I prefer to just get it done.”

You watched him dip into a dark red and get to work again. “Is this the most intimate spot you’ve tattooed?” you asked.

Colson grinned. “Nah,” he said. “I had to tattoo a girl, like, way upper thigh. No way to cover anything.”

“So, just pussy in your face?” you asked, giggling.

Colson laughed. “Yep.”

“I’m sure you didn’t mind.”

Colson’s cheeks flushed but he was smiling. “I’m a professional,” he said, narrowing his eyes to focus on the tattoo. “I was respectful.”

“I’m sure you were,” you said.

Colson wiped the tattoo, not meeting your eyes when he asked, “You got a man? Or a girl?” he added.

You bit your lip. “No…I’m honestly not really the dating type,” you admitted. “You?”

Colson chuckled. “You like tattoo pain and you’re not the dating type,” he said. “You must be the female me.”

You giggled, flushing with pleasure. “Monogamy isn’t my favorite, to be honest,” you admitted. “I like sex too much to limit it to one person.” You had no idea why you were being so bold, but Colson was responding positively to it.

“Word,” he said. “I’m the same way. Like, I’ve never cheated or anything but I don’t stay in a relationship for too long.” He paused. “It’s nice to meet someone who gets it.”

You met eyes briefly and you smiled at him. “Yeah. It is,” you said quietly. “You ever fucked a client?”

Colson cleared his throat. You could tell he was slightly flustered but he remained calm and collected as he continued inking your skin. “Of course,” he said. “A lot of gorgeous girls come in here.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours. “I’m tattooing one right now.”

You’d been holding it together fairly well until now. But his voice, his eye contact, and the way those black-gloved hands pressed just above where you wanted them — it was all really pushing you. You felt moisture pool between your legs.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Of course,” Colson murmured, smirking slightly before going back to work.

“Can I be honest?” you asked.

“Please.”

“This conversation and this tattoo are really turning me on.”

Colson smirked. “Good thing I’m almost done then,” he said. “Just some white highlights and you’re set. We’ll put some Tagaderm over it and call it good.”

You stayed quiet during the white highlights. As Colson set the gun down and leaned back in his chair, you noticed his black jeans trying to tent.

You quirked a brow. “Did you just tattoo this on me with a boner? You’re good,” you said.

Colson laughed and glanced down at his jeans. “I told you, I’m a professional.” His eyes were on yours again. He smirked at the way your breath hitched.

His words and movements were so casual and relaxed even though a suggestion hung in the air; it was making your head spin. He wiped your tattoo once more, then stuck the Tagaderm over the tattoo. “Take this off in two days in the shower,” he directed. “It’s easier to heal. You won’t have to put your life on hold for a week.”

“Does that mean I can have sex?” you asked.

Colson smirked and cleaned up his station. “It does.”

“Does that mean I can have sex with my gorgeous tattoo artist?”

Colson’s eyes rose to yours and he wetted his lips before smiling. “Naughty girl,” he said lowly, his words shooting right between your legs. He peeled off the gloves, then offered his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you off the chair.

He pulled you in and you dropped the paper blanket to the floor. One of his hands curled around your hip and the other cupped your cheek. “But yes you can,” he said, and then, his lips were on yours.

You whimpered softly into the kiss. He was an amazing kisser, but that was really no surprise. You placed your hands on his cheeks, pushing up on your toes to get closer.

As you pulled back for Colson to remove his shirt, his eyes caught sight of something behind you and darkened. “Fuck, you are a bad girl.” He spun you around so your back was to his chest. “Getting my chair all wet.” You gasped as he bent to kiss your neck at the same moment you saw the wet spot on his chair.

“I-I can’t help it,” you stammered. Your breath shook as he slid a hand between your legs and traced his fingers through your folds. He groaned, finding you soaked for him.

“Mm, so wet for me, good girl,” he purred. “You want this dick?”

You moaned as his finger circled your clit. You did want his dick, but more than that, you wanted something else. You turned in his arms and looked up at him demurely. “If I told you to put a pair of gloves on and finger me, would you?”

Colson’s lashes fluttered and he groaned softly. “Fuck. Of course,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. You watched as he plucked two gloves from the box and slid his hands into them, stretching out his fingers. Your legs quaked at the sight of him and you bit your lip hard, trying to maintain your composure.

Colson’s eyes were locked on yours as he moved closer to you, gripping your hips to shove you against the wall, thumbs pressing into your hip bones. Your breathing hitched as he leaned in to kiss you again, his gloved fingers finding the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He nudged your legs further apart and then traced a fingertip through your dripping folds, collecting your excitement before lightly circling it around your clit.

“O-oh god, Colson,” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his lips moved to your neck. You gasped sharply when you felt two thick fingers slip inside of you. The texture of his gloves reminded you of your little vibrator, but better with the way his fingers moved effortlessly inside of you.

“How does that feel?” he murmured into your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin.

“A-ah fuck, so good,” you stammered, knees shaking as he began to pump his fingers slowly. He was teasing you and it had you borderline convulsing, desperate for more. You were so wet you could feel it on your thighs, and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed but at the moment, you couldn’t have cared less.

Colson chuckled lowly. “Your legs are about to give out, baby girl,” he breathed, and all you could do was whimper. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and you could’ve cried at the loss of contact, but then his hands were lifting you onto the countertop. You arched your back immediately as he angled his fingers back inside of you, this time driving his thrusts right at your g-spot.

You took a moment to admire the man before you. His bicep bulged as he worked you towards your high, his lips parted and his blue eyes dark. You’d never seen anyone so sexy before and you found yourself questioning all of your previous encounters. None of them had been as intense as this was. Your eyes raked over his body, down to the obvious bulge beneath his black jeans, and you reached forward to curl your fingers around it. Colson let out a low groan and he bit his lip as he sped up his motions.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, looking between your legs at his glistening gloves. “You’re so fucking wet. You getting close for me?”

All you could do was nod as your chest heaved, heat building rapidly in your lower stomach. His fingers were fucking you rapidly now, stimulating your g-spot so intensely that your vision began to ebb. Sounds were muffled and sweat prickled on your skin as a sharpness built in your abdomen. It was nothing you’d ever felt before and you had half a mind to be a little concerned, but you were too deeply immersed in the pleasure to really care.

As Colson’s teeth dug into your collarbone, he pressed the thumb of his other hand to your clit and rubbed sharp circles, and that was all it took. You lost it, ears ringing as pleasure exploded between your legs. You felt almost separate from your own body as you moaned and whined and writhed, spraying his hand and your thighs.

You trembled as you came down, clenching around his thick fingers as you panted, whimpering a weak, “Fuck.” Colson smirked, gently pulling his hand from you, and you slumped, eyes closing. Your eyes popped open at the sound of Colson peeling his gloves off, and his eyes met yours.

“Well?” he asked. “Was that what you needed?”

“Fuck,” you said, swallowing as you regained your composure. “That was…did I…?”

“Squirt?” Colson asked. “Yeah. Has that ever happened before?”

You were momentarily distracted from answering as you watched him adjust himself over his jeans. “N-no,” you stammered, cheeks flushing.

Colson smirked at you and came closer, kissing you softly. “It was hot,” he murmured. Your hands cupped his face and pulled him back in for a hard kiss, making him groan.

Your hands quickly dropped to the button of his tight jeans just as his slid up beneath your tank top, finding you braless, and he groaned softly as he pinched lightly at your nipples. You arched your back and his perfect teeth tugged at your bottom lip as he broke the kiss. “You’re fucking bad,” he rasped. “No bra.”

You mewled softly as his thumbs circled your nipples, and then you were shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. “Colson, please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Colson asked, pulling a hand back to wrap it around his own cock and stroke it slowly. You were so distracted by that sexy hand wrapping around his sizable dick that you were surprised when his free hand cupped your chin and lifted your face to his. “Please what, Y/N?”

“P-please fuck me, Colson,” you begged.

“Mm, just because you asked me so nicely,” he said, gripping your hips to pull you to the very edge of the counter. He reached behind you, grabbing his wallet, and withdrew a condom. He ripped the package with his teeth and you watched his every move as he rolled it down. Then, his cock was pressed to you and it was hard to breathe. “Ready?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“Ready,” you said eagerly, hips shifting slightly. Colson took his lip between his teeth as he rolled his hips forward slowly, burying his dick inside of you. Even with your recent orgasm, it was a tight fit and you flinched slightly, not used to someone as big as Colson.

“You okay, beautiful?” he asked, pressing his forehead to yours as he paused inside of you.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Y-yeah, you’re just big,” you admitted.

Colson grinned, cheeks flushed with pleasure and he tightened his grip on your ass. You pulled at his hips, ready for him to start moving, and he did. A moan was ripped from your throat as your head fell back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, digging your nails into his back.

“F-fu-uck,” you managed, closing your eyes. “Colson–”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, curling his huge hands around your thighs, bracing them on his hips as he rolled his hips, building up speed. He watched as your tits bounced in your tank top and he paused long enough to pull your shirt over your head. Immediately, his mouth was at your chest, warm tongue lapping against your nipples.

You couldn’t stop moaning; he was that good. He picked up his pace then, fucking you hard and fast, and you were both breathing hard as his hips stuttered, jaw dropping. “O-oh sh-it, Y/N,” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m so cl-close.”

“Fuck, me too,” you whined, watching as his hand descended your body to press between your bodies, giving your clit the friction it desperately needed. Your moans hiked up in pitch until your hips jerked hard against him as you came again. As you started to come down, Colson’s breaths came in short puffs and he closed his eyes, brow furrowing as he slammed his hips to yours, squeezing your thighs hard as he let go.

His head dropped to your chest as you caught your breath together, your hand wound loosely in his hair. He pulled his hips back and disposed of the condom. You hopped down from the counter, nearly collapsing on your shaky legs, and Colson laughed as he tossed you your panties and leggings.

“Shut up,” you said with a grin. “It’s your fault I can’t stand.”

“Not gonna lie,” Colson said, buttoning and zipping his jeans, “that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” He met your eyes. “Would you be chill with giving me your number?”

“As long as you promise this will happen again,” you said with a grin as you pulled your tank over your head.

Colson grinned and leaned in to kiss you. “Bet,” he said.

You exchanged numbers then, wondering if maybe monogamy could be for you after all. Shit, you didn’t see a reason to keep fucking other people when Colson was that good. His eye contact communicated similar feelings and you left the shop, sore between your legs from more than just the tattoo.

Yeah, you definitely had a tattoo addiction, and you knew you’d just found your new dealer.

#machine gun kelly #colson baker #mgk #mgk smut #colson baker smut #colson baker fanfic #mgk fanfic #colson x reader #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader

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campyvillain · 2 years

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Encanto and Color Psychology

something i’ve not seen a lot of people talk about in encanto is how color correlates to the themes of the movie, more specifically the designs of the characters!!! i find this aspect of the film incredibly clever so here’s me sharing my ideas on it

color seems to be something very entwined with the family right from the start, literally - when they’re babies the original 3 kids already have the colors they come to be associated with. julieta’s is blue, pepa is yellow and bruno is green

but what really elevates the whole ‘color being a big part of the family’ is how julieta and pepa’s colors are passed down to the grandkids, and even incorporated into the designs of their respective husbands!

since pepa’s color is yellow, her side of the family wears warmer colors, and the same applies to julieta’s side but with cooler tones on the color wheel.

but the grandkids’ respective colors aren’t uniform, they aren’t the same exact shade as their parents - they’ve all got their own individual colors to distinctly reflect them and their personalities, albeit sharing the same range on the color wheel.

and their specific colors aren’t just chosen to differentiate them, though that could be a reason - but their dominant colors also line up with a lot of color psychology in really neat ways. fair warning i’m gonna get pretty in depth here lol

to put it simply, color psychology is the study of how external ideas impact and affect people’s perception of color, and how that can be effectively put to use to convey a message, idea, or trait. for example most people see green as being indicative of nature, growth, and healing because a lot of plant life is green and in a lot of cases green is used in media to indicate that something is good. its a very important aspect of character design as well, and in this case, it matters a lot with the characters of encanto.

staring with the first shade of the rainbow and going down from there, red is tied to dolores. red is a color that has a lot of connotations, but the most relevant of which is its ability to grabbing a viewer’s attention. because of its bold and bright look, statistically red is the go-to color to use if you want to catch someone’s eye. that theme may not seem to tie into dolores a lot at first glance but it does in a subtler way - since dolores’ gift is incredible hearing she’s always paying attention, and nothing, not even the sound of sand shifting, is something she could miss. red is an attentive color, and dolores is an attentive character.

next is orange, which is antonio’s color. antonio is the youngest member of the family, and as such he’s very optimistic and cheerful as most little kids his age are. he’s also very curious about the word around him and is still new to a lot of things, including his gift - the color orange fits this as it’s associations have a lot to do with creativity, fun, warmth and adventure.

camilo’s color is the closest to his own parents - it too is pepa’s shade of yellow, but a more subdued version of it thats just the tiniest bit less saturated. like pepa herself, yellow is a bright color with lots of energy. and in the same way it’s fitting for camilo, but even moreso the other connotations it has. aside from being an energizing color yellow is commonly tied to spontaneity, opportunity and enthusiasm. camilo is a laid-back prankster type who likes to live in the moment and play gags with his shapeshifting gift on those around him, so making his particular yellow less overstated than his mom’s pairs with his demeanor quite well.

moving onto julieta’s side of the family tree: we have mirabel, who shares her mom’s teal-turquoise hue, displayed on the skirt of her dress. both of those types of blue have a variety of different meanings from what i could find, but the most “universal” meanings are that teal/turquoise/aqua are colors that carry themes of good luck, communication, friendship, clarity and compassion and i just want to say that those meanings really tie in with mirabel, especially in the ending - while she may not have a gift herself, she does end up uniting the family in a way that they didn’t expect, all through getting to understand them better and communicating to them that they are more than just their gifts. even her color carrying good luck coincides w this - while bruno’s vision initially was misconstrued as her bringing some sort of ill will to the family, ultimately it was just a misunderstanding and she ended up helping the family way more than the vision led on.

next we have luisa, the strongest member of the family. her dominant color is blue, more specially a darkish indigo. this color has a lot to do with concepts of stability, trustworthiness, confidence and loyalty - all things that initially seem effortless for her to pull off but are revealed in her musical number to just be things she feels she’s pressured to maintain just because she’s perceived as the “dependable” one. blue has a double meaning here too - dark blue is a sturdy color but it’s also one that can invoke feelings of sadness or loneliness. much like her blue can be a very strong color but it can also be a very vulnerable one as well.

lastly we have isabela, the only one who’s main color changes in the film. her color, displayed most prominently by her elegant looking dress, is originally a soft, lilac-purple tone, a color indicative of elegance, grace, luxury and nobility. throughout the ages purple has always had an association with royalty and while isabela may not be literally considered royalty, her projected image of perfection and dignity over the other members of the family certainly carries that same weight. she’s the family’s “it” girl, she never has a bad hair day, and she always maintains her presence as a flawless person, up until she reconciles with mirabel. through divulging that she’s tired of keeping up an air of perfection and wishing she could just be messy and authentic, her colors become not one color, but many - she learns that she doesn’t have to conform to her family and society’s expectations and that it’s better for her to just embrace who she wants to be. her abandoning her former color scheme, one that reflected how she always felt the need to be perfect, and deciding she’ll be whatever color she feels like embodies her growth and aligns with her character development very well!

all and all what i think the overall thematic tie in with the kids all having different colors but still being on the same color wheel as those they’re related to comes down to how each one of the family members struggle with their place in the family, each one has their own things that they’re trying to work out that are wholly unique from each other and just add to how varied their individual experiences are. encanto is a movie all about that, about a wide range of people who seem like they’re going through their own difficult walks in life - but ultimately being united through their togetherness as a family, even if that family goes through a lot of hardships. that familial connection is evident in the parents passing down their colors to their kids, but their kids having their own distinct spin on their given color!

sorry if this was a bit long winded or came off as “10th grade english teacher reading way too deep into the thematic relevance of the colors of some random curtains in a house”-y but i couldn’t help but notice these connections in their designs. as someone who’s special interest is character design and is very passionate abt it, these designs were just so captivating to me and i hope my tangent properly conveyed the love i have for these designs and this movie as a whole! encantos just such a good movie both to analyze and to watch and i love it sm <3

#encanto #disney encanto #analysis

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shysneeze · 2 years

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Fake Dates & Family Dinners | Percy Weasley x F!Reader

Description: Fed up of his brother’s teasing, Percy enlists the help of a friend to act as his girlfriend during a family dinner.

Warnings: food + eating, cheesy, female pronouns (let me know what i’ve missed)

authors note: fuck it *posts fic i promised a year ago*

It's a short walk from the apparation point to the front door of the burrow, a stroll really. (Y/N) eyes everything around her in unbridled awe, the tree swing made from an old broom stick and dirt path snaking towards the small pond she recalls from Percy’s stories.

She tries now to pull them from him again, anything to ease the nerves that have taken up in his body at the sight of the lopsided house growing closer upon approach.

She toys with the idea of taking his hand, clenched a mere few millimetres from her own by their sides, easing his fingers flat and linking them with her own, squeezing to remind him that, somehow, his ludicrous plan will work.

Ludicrous, but in some twisted way it is genius, because it was designed by him.

He was similarly awkward when he first told her, the bell above the door drawing her eyes to him as it has million times before only to give way to a sheepish wreck of man, starting with apologies before even saying hello. A startling transformation from the level-headed, ministry employee who first walked into her book shop a year before.

Still he explained his predicament, that, in desperate need for peace from his brothers teasing, he blurted out a declaration of a relationship that did not, in fact, exist, and with it, her name.

“You told your family that we’re dating?”

“Your name just slipped out,” He admitted sheepishly, “Like some instinct I never knew I had.”

She's still telling herself that she’s just his most recent friend, or that her name slipped out because he knew she’d help him, anything to dismiss the fuzzy feeling in her chest.

Still, she agreed to do him the favour, and the honour, of being his fraudulent girlfriend and he laid out his plan, one sure to save him from brotherly teasing and motherly matchmaking attempts for at least a month or so.

All they need to do is make it through dinner.

They made rules of course, sat down together days ago and wrote them out on a scrap piece of parchment, no doubt tucked somewhere in one of Percy’s pockets as a reminder, as if he might forget, as if Percy Weasley has ever forgotten a rule.

Still, written in his usual haphazard handwriting, molded from years of frantic note taking, they agreed on the following:

Hand holding ✓

Kissing ✗ ( no matter how much the twins pester )

Pet names ✓ (Sweet Cheeks, Pumpkin, Freckles, Darling✓)

Even at the top of the list, hand-holding with no one to witness, with no benefit to the ruse, feels too intimate and so (Y/N) keeps her hand hidden in her pockets all the way to the front door, resisting the temptation.

“Are you ready?”

Facing him, (Y/N) traces his face for the concern he hasn’t let slip in his voice, the subtle scrunch of his brows illuminated by the flickering lamp screwed above the door as the sun begins to set. She breathes out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“Are you?”

She pulls her hands free to fix his collar with a disapproving tut, muttering about how he’s going to give them away instantly looking like such a nervous mess. He watches her as her fingers straighten the knot of his tie in stunned silence, gulping softly as she rambles.

“I mean honestly- weren’t you head boy?” She shakes her head, “Surely dinner with your family will be a breeze.”

“It’s different with family,” He manages, regretting it only when her hands freeze in surprise and he’s suddenly compelled to joke his way awkwardly out of it. “Especially with the twins… they’ll tease me for the rest of my life if they find out this isn’t real and I suspect I’ll be getting enough of that from you anyway.”

She chuckles.

“The chances are pretty high,” She agrees, “But don’t worry about them, you’ve got me tonight.”

“I suppose I do.”

Her hands are still on the curve of shoulders when the door swings open, breaking their locked eyes and causing the goofy quirk in their smiles to drop as they spring apart.

“I knew I heard someone outside!” Mrs Weasley’s voice announces, “You must be freezing-”

Percy recovers first, clearing his throat and straightening in an almost professional manner that makes the blush taking front on his cheeks look ridiculous. His mother, smirking subtly, gives him a look that only makes it worse.

“Sorry, dears,” She smiles warmly, “I never meant to interrupt…”

“You didn’t,” Percy assures quickly, “I was just about to knock.”

“Good evening, Mrs Weasley,” (Y/N) greets, smiling sheepishly by Percy’s side, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Of course!” Mrs Weasley beams, “We’ve all been excited to finally meet you- Percy’s been quite secretive you know.”

(Y/N) grins back at Percy, nudging him with her elbow as they’re led into the house by his mother. He rolls his eyes as he pulls off his coat, holding his arm out for hers and hanging them by the door.

“Anyway, you’re here now,” Mrs Weasley concludes, “Dinner is just about ready so we’re all in the kitchen- come on,”

She’s already starting down the corridor and Percy nods (Y/N) forward with her, gulping to himself as they approach the room full of laughter, instantly met by the greetings of Percy’s red-headed family.

Percy is pulled into a sea of open arms, met with cheerful hellos and haphazard hugs across tables before returning to (Y/N)s side apologetically, straightening his glasses with a sheepish smile.

“Look who finally arrived- we’ve been waiting hours to meet your special someone,”

Nudged childishly with an approving snigger by his mirror-image, (Y/N) recognises him as one of the twins. She hears the slightest of sighs from Percy’s lips and catches his eyes roll with familial affection.

“This is (Y/N),” He introduces, throat catching on the title that comes next, “My girlfriend...”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) smiles politely, feeling suddenly victim to Percy’s nerves under the watchful gaze of his family. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things,” Mr Weasley smiles from the end of the table, “I hope.”

“Oh, of course,” She assures, “I feel like I’ve been here a million times before just from his stories… you have a wonderful home.”

Mrs Weasley, a dish hovering above her wand as she slips behind them, breathes out a soft chuckle, warming at the compliment before instructing to them their seats.

Percy cringes at the places left, across from the Cheshire Cat grins of Fred and George. As he pulls a chair for (Y/N), he finds himself fixing them a stern warning glance that sends him momentarily back to his head-boy days.

“Thanks, Darling,”

He blinks in surprise as it hit his ears, startled for a second at hearing it aloud, no longer confined to the small crumbled note in his back pocket. (Y/N) smiles up at him, a smile he’s used to, a smile that’s greeted him a million times before each time he steps into the shop.

He feels that ease of familiarity unfurl in his chest again, nodding subtly before taking his seat beside her.

“This all looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,”

“Thank you, Dear,” Mrs Weasley beams, “Help yourself- quickly, before they take the lot.”

(Y/N) does as instructed, joining the mild chaos, in the most affection way, that is a Weasley family dinner. Percy, watching her almost in awe, nearly misses his chance at the potatoes, only realising as she’s spooned some knowingly onto his plate.

He’s glad for the initial distraction of the food’s arrival, then, for the dull clink of cutlery and the occasional compliments to the chef as the meal begins. Anything to drag the attention from himself, the eyes watching in wonder, sparkling with what he knows well as mischief.

For a while, Fred and George’s animated stories from the store allow him to slip into a false hope that perhaps the evening will go smoother than he’s imagined, perhaps he’ll be able to avoid any questions about his fraudulent relationship all together

However, it’s his father who shatters his false sense of safety, filling a lull in conversation with the topic everyone’s been waiting for.

“So, (Y/N),” Mrs Weasley begins, “All we’ve gotten out of Percy is that you have a store yourself. What’s that like?”

“I love my little shop,” She admits honestly, “I’ve always loved to read… you can hardly tell my flat from the store I've that many books, so it’s my ideal career, really.”

It’s the safest question anyone could ask, Percy realises. He loves to hear her talk of books, to see how animated and bright her face becomes, as though she’s brimming with so much passion it overflows. He thinks back to weekday evenings, just before closing, listening as she rambles about her latest read.

“It’s actually where I met Perce,” She adds, startling him as she turns to face him, “Right?”

“Eh, yes,” He blushes, “It was.”

“He came in like five minutes before closing, stressed out of his box- I brought my wand out thinking he was in some sort of danger-“

“I wasn’t that bad,” He argues.

“I thought you were being chased, Freckles.” She grins, “Turns out he was just in desperate need of a book on pixies.”

“My flat was becoming overrun,” He defends, though a grin has begun to twitch at his lips, “You felt bad for me, made me a cup of tea while you went to find them… then you read them with me for a few hours until we decided the best way to get rid of them.”

He can remember it so clearly, her hand dipped into her robes, eyes wide with shock. He was exhausted, desperate for a moment's peace from the pixie giggles in his floorboards.

Part of him was always hoping she forgot about his terrible first impression, but now, something in his chest warms at her recollection of it and the amused twinkle in her eyes as they hold his.

“Romantic,” George chuckles across the table, breaking their shared moment, “Could have guessed he’d pick a girl up at the bookstore.”

“Oh leave them be,” Mrs Weasley dismisses scoldingly, “It’s a very sweet story, Dear,”

“Thanks, Mum,”

“Aw, you’re all red, Perce,”

Part of him hates how quickly meals around the family dinner table make him feel like an awkward teen again, as if he hasn’t a full time job and a flat of his own. Then again, beside him, his fake girlfriend makes him feel utterly, helplessly boyish in away only a pretty girl ever could and in a way she never has before.

“Oh, leave them be,” Mrs Weasley scolds suddenly, to Percy’s, admittedly disbelieving, relief. “At least let them finish their dinner first.”

“Merlin,” (Y/N) says, the delight of a smile in her voice, “Look at your hair.”

Percy grimaces as his eyes land on the picture, promoted by the soft nudge of (Y/N)’s elbow against his side. He should have known the photo album would star in the after-dinner events.

“Thank you, George,” Percy looks up across the room, “The photo album was an inspired idea.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

Percy rolls his eyes before returning them to the album on (Y/N)’s lap. He chances a glance up to her face, her lips-parted in delighted awe with smiling eyes as she turns the pages with a gentle touch to the ageing paper.

“Are you studying… at Christmas?”

Blushing as her eyes meet his, caught in his observations, he clears his throat before following her finger to the picture in question. He’s maybe fifteen in it , scowling over the top of a textbook, displeased at being disrupted, or perhaps at the flimsy paper crown balanced precariously on his mop of red curls, procured from some Christmas cracker and undoubtedly placed upon his head against his will.

“Yes... “ Percy admits sheepishly, “It is.

“Christmas?” She repeats softly in disbelief. “Percy…”

“He was always studying,” Mrs Weasley sighs. “Always working too hard - that’s why we’re all so glad he’s got someone looking after him now.”

(Y/N) smiles over at her fake boyfriend, sneaking her hand into his and squeezing it gently. Mrs Weasley eyes the interaction with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Even as the conversation moves on, and long past the retirement of the photo album, their hands stay joined. His thumb traces back and forth over her knuckles as they listen to the other talk and occasionally (Y/N) glances down and wonders if it's a conscious decision, specifically designed to stir butterflies in her chest, because he’s certainly doing a good job of it.

It’s late into the night when they stand to make their goodbyes. Percy is left startled by the cold absence of (Y/N)‘s hand as she’s pulled into a chain of hugs and promises of next times.

It’s George who claps him on the shoulder on the way out of the living room, grinning on his way past.

“She’s lovely, Perce.” He says, “Perfect for you, actually.”

“Yeah…” Percy glances over at his friend, her head flung back with a laugh at some joke Ginny is telling, and his lips quirk into a small, proud smile at the sight of her. “She’s pretty great, isn’t she?”

George rolls his eyes at the smitten look on his older brother’s face, that only softens more when (Y/N) meets his eyes and grins. George pulls him into a hug, then slips around him into the hall.

“Night,” He says, “Loverboy.”

After more goodbyes than (Y/N) can count, she finally finds herself back by Percy’s side, searching, on some strange new instinct, for his hand. When she finds it, she smiles up at him and he feels that warm rush again.

“It’s lovely to have met you, (Y/N).” Mrs Weasley smiles from beside Mrs Weasley. “I hope we haven’t put you off with all the ruckus.”

“Oh, never.” (Y/N) assures. “I’ve had such a nice time, and the food was amazing - The cheesecake will be in my dreams for years to come.”

“Oh you should have said, there’s plenty left over.” Mrs Weasley says, with a strange edge to her voice that makes Percy give her a look of subtle suspicion. “Arthur will take you through to grab a few slices if you like.”

“Huh?” Mr Weasley blinks in surprise, “Oh, of course.”

“Really?” (Y/N) asks in surprise, “That’s so kind.”

Mr Weasley nods the young woman down the hall and Percy’s brows twitch with disappointment as (Y/N) disappears from his side. Mrs Weasley gives him a knowing smile and he can’t help but gulp nervously.

“She’s a lovely girl, Percy.”

“Yes,” Percy agrees, clearing his throat awkwardly. “She is.”

“You look wonderful together.”

“Thank you,” Percy says. “I’m glad you think so.”

His mother’s eyes narrow just slightly and Percy shifts uncomfortably under her scrutinising look. For a second he tries convincing himself that she’s bluffing, that she knows nothing.

But this is a woman who raised six trouble-making children, and when she folds her arms and tilts her head towards him, she knows he’s been caught and his shoulders sink disappointedly.

This must be how Fred and George felt their entire adolescence.

“You know.” He exhales. “How do you know?”

“I’m your mother, Dear.” She says, “I know everything.”

He manages a small laugh, exhaled from his nose. She places a hand on his arm, squeezing as she used to when he was little, when his siblings were teasing him, or when he wasn’t happy with his grades.

“Why did you feel the need to make up a relationship, Percy?” She asks softly. “I hope I wasn’t putting any pressure one you-“

“No,” Percy assures sheepishly, “I just needed a break from Fred and George constantly teasing me about being single… I guess I’ve not quite grown out of getting wound up by them yet.”

Mrs Weasley manages a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. She lifts her hand to cup Percy’s cheek, unable to resist the urge to then straighten his lopsided glasses.

“What silly children I have.” She shakes her head with a sigh. “But, I’ll give you that you certainly fooled your brothers.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re all too young to know the difference between the look of someone in love, and the look of someone still falling.” Mrs Weasley says, “And you were falling in love tonight, Percy, you know that, don’t you?”

Percy feels his cheeks warming. He glances subsconscious down the hall, where he can hear (Y/N) laughing. He thinks back to the living room, their joined hands and secret glances, that warm feeling in his chest everytime she smiled at him.

He nods.

“I think so.”

The chatter down the hall begins to get closer and Mrs Weasley smiles sympathetically at her red faced son.

“I meant what I said though,” She adds. “I like her and she’s great for you, Dear. It’s nice to see you having fun, getting up to nonsense for a change.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that compliment.”

Behind Mrs Weasley, (Y/N) appears from the kitchen, holding the box of cheesecake in the air excitedly. Percy can’t help but grin at her excitement, and how his father seems just as excited for her.

“I secured the goods.” She jokes, “Thank you so much, Mrs Weasley! For the cake and for the lovely evening.”

“No need to thank me.” Mrs Weasley chuckles, pulling the young woman into a hug. “We hope to see you again soon.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Get home safe.” Mr Weasley nods. “And enjoy the cake.”

Percy opens the door, the cool night air calming his warm cheeks. He gives his dad a final hug, and then, with a final sheepish look, he turns to his mother.

“Thanks, Mum.”

“Goodnight, Dear,” She sighs quietly. “and she’s falling in love too, you know.”

She lets him go then, a mischievous look in her eyes once more as she waves them out the door. Percy, a little dazed by this final conclusion, allows (Y/N) to lead him down the path with their arms linked as she calls a soft final goodbye to his parents.

The moon is large in the cloudless sky and it illuminates their path with subtle pale light. The stars are extraordinary here, without street lights and headlights. (Y/N) beams up at them as they walk, but Percy can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from her.

“My mum knew.” He blurts after a moment, causing (Y/N) to slow to a stop. “That we were faking it.”

“Oh no.” (Y/N) says. “I’m sorry… she must be annoyed.”

“I think she found it rather funny, actually.” Percy smiles a little. “And she really likes you, regardless.”

“Yeah?” (Y/N)‘a face brightens, proud of this. “I’m glad, I was really worried she wouldn’t.”

“Really?”

“She’s you mum, and she’s important to you… of course I want her to like me.”

She says it’s so flippantly, but it makes Percy feel close to melting. He doesn’t think she notices when she takes his hand this time, beginning to lead them towards the apparition point again.

“It was still a good night though, wasn’t it?” She rambles softly, “And I am obsessed with this cheese cake- we should go back to the shop and eat it there, if you like-“

“Can I kiss you?”

(Y/N) freezes, turning to face Percy in surprise. He’s blushing, she can see it even under only the light of the moon, the red rushing to his cheeks and engulfing his freckles one by one. She feels herself growing just as flustered, gulping to herself.

“What?”

“I- I think, maybe, the reason I blurted your name out when the twins were teasing me was because I’ve been wanting this for a while.” He admits, “and mortifyingly, my mother made me realise that today and I’ve decided nothing can really be as embarrassing as that, so I’m asking you if I can kiss you…please.”

She bites her lip to hide the smirk threatening to take over at his ever so polite rambling. With one hand still held in his, the other holding the leftover cheesecake, she slips her fingers from his and lifts her hand to rest on his chest. .

“But Sweet Cheeks,” She says, batting her lashes innocently, head tilting teasingly to the side. “That's against our rules, and I know how much you like your rules.”

With the realisation he’s being teased, he rolls his eyes and dips his free hand into his pocket for his little post-it note of rules, crumpling it into a ball with a half hearted look of annoyance that makes her laugh.

“I’m sure I’ll live with breaking this one.”

(Y/N) smirks at the cheesiness of the statement, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You dork.”

Sighing, he pulls her in with his hands on her waist, a smirk of his own beginning at the sound of her hitched breath. She glances from his eyes to his lips, biting her own in nervous anticipation.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes please.”

She leans in first, lips finding his softly, moving slowly, tentatively. She expects it to feel odd, to kiss her closest friend, but something clicks, falling into place and she finds herself pulling him closer somewhat needily with her hand behind his head. He’s just as quick to return the sentiment.

They pull apart breathlessly, and Percy finds himself wondering how they’ve deprived themselves of such a pleasure for so long. Her own surprise morphs into a short laugh.

“We’re removing the no kissing rule.” She decides. “That’s going to have to be a regular thing.”

“Oh, definitely.” He agrees with a laugh. “Pumpkin.”

Her head dips back with a laugh and he prides himself in being the cause of such a reaction. He can’t help but steal another kiss when she straightens again, feeling her smile beneath his lips.

“Let’s go back to the shop and eat cheesecake.” He says. “It can be our first real date.”

Stepping back, (Y/N) glances down at the cheek cake still balanced on one hand, slightly crushed from their kiss. Another laugh escapes her, but she’s nodding, reaching for his hand again.

“That sounds like a perfect first real date.”

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jeontaeil-archived · 2 years

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quickie sex with megumi in classroom 😳

this got kinda long so i'm just gonna put the whole thing under a read more 😅

few things: this is afab!/fem!reader (i wrote this over several days and i'm too impatient to read back through it so please read at your own discretion!!!) megs and u are of legal age 👍 also this is probably very crappy since again, i wrote it over a few days and really was too impatient to wrap it up nicely lol.

"ask to go to the bathroom," he texts you in the middle of class. you ask him why and he reveals that he's got a surprise planned for you. that's more than enough incentive for you to raise your hand and ask if you can be excused. "be back soon," your teacher reminds, though she really wouldn't care if you took a trip to mars in the midst of your designated route. it's the end of the school year and you and megumi both will be graduating in less than two weeks. economics is really the least of your concerns at the moment. you slip out your classroom and head down the hall, asking megumi where he wants to meet up. "science hall, last class on the left," he replies in an instant. you snicker and pick up your pace, well aware of what his plans are now. no one goes to the science hall to eat candy and catch up with one another. you check your breath and swipe some lip balm on, running a hand through your hair a few times to make sure you look at least a little attractive. after all, it's been a long day and you've been too preoccupied with trying not to fall asleep to give a damn about your appearance. not all of us have the pleasure of being effortlessly beautiful like megumi does. when you enter the science hall you can easily make out megumi's spiky hair poking out the last door, as he waits for you impatiently. you jog the last stretch, grinning at him excitedly. he returns your enthusiasm and whisks you inside the dim classroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. "how long have you been in here?" you ask in a hushed whisper, even though it's not likely that someone else is snooping around in the halls. "texted you when i was on my way so like, five minutes at best." it's not that long but you can hear the satisfaction of not having to wait any longer in his voice.

before you can continue the conversation, he grins and cups your cheek, dragging you closer. you forget what you were about to ask and let his lips capture yours, sighing at their comforting warmth and softness. he holds your waist with his other hand, leaning against the wall as you practically melt into him. you run your hands over his chest, clutching his tie delicately. you know this is what he wanted to meet you for, so you don't keep him waiting any longer. your hands travel down to his belt, which you expertly undo in a couple dainty yet calculated motions, and proceed to unbutton and unzip his trousers. megumi watches with a wide smile as you slink down to your knees, tugging his pants and boxers down along with you. his cock isn't prominently hard, so you start by stroking it lightly. low breaths leave his parted lips as blood slowly but surely rushes to his cock. it takes him a few minutes, but you keep the ministrations up until he's hardened up sufficiently. you love the feeling of his hard cock in your palm but you'd much rather experience it on your tongue. so you open your mouth and start sucking on his tip, then move on to take his head, and finally, push as much as his length as you can fit in your mouth. normally megumi doesn't assist you. but he's all riled up and impatient today, so he carefully bucks his hips forward to match the bobs of your head. you start squeezing your thighs together, so turned on by the feeling of his cock in your mouth and the whole thrill of having snuck off like this. you pull your mouth off his cock and stare up at him with pleading eyes, and megumi understands exactly what you want. he helps you stand up and guides you further into the classroom, making you lay flat on a row of unused desks. he parts your legs and smirks when he sees that you're only wearing a pair of skimpy panties underneath your skirt. tugging the material which is partially soaked in your arousal to the side, he presses his tip against your slit and slowly pushes his cock into you. after a couple teasing snaps of his hips, he sets himself into a steady rhythm, wary of the desk's creaking underneath you. even though he can't fuck you as hard as he wants to, he still makes sure he gropes your breasts over your shirt and wraps his fingers around your throat, not stopping until he busts a nut deep inside you.

#megumi smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro smut

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letsskiptothewedding · 2 years

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Damn panko I really wanna make out with chamber in the back of a car while lana is playing on the radio. Preferably with heavy rain outside q.q

I hope you have a great day/night yaya♡

⚚ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 ..

summary: a cold autumny night in a parisian parking lot, italian food on their side and lana del rey in their ears.

she/her!reader x chamber ( established relationship )

a/n: this man is so fine holy shit i can’t but i also wanna drop kick him. btw thank you so much i hope you have a great one too <3 idk if this is quite what you imagined but i hope you like it nonetheless :). all of the songs are linked throughout the text if anyone wants to listen while reading ( spotify only, sorry !! )

chamber doesn’t quite remember how they ended up in this situation. the whole car smelled like italian takeout, the windows cold from the pouring rain that was knocking on their safe haven with the heat on blast. it was a cool autumn night in paris and the stars seemed to be their only companion at this lonesome parking lot they were resting in. y/n draped her other leg over his as well, taking another bite from her dish and immediately regretting it, as it had been an incredibly hot part of some gnocchis chamber had bought for her. that was the least he could do, he had said. she lightly smiled at that memory.

y/n had suggested to try something new and exciting in terms of food for their last night of their vacation trip, suggesting to him an idea that had been tempting her for quite a while now. sure, she liked when he took her out to dinner to all kinds of fancy restaurants all over the world, matching with her outfits which he specifically chose for the occasion. their last time eating out had been in napoli, where she had worn a gorgeous flowy green dress and he had worn a matching green tie.

the reason why they had decided on eating italian takeout had been hence their experience in napoli. quite regrettably though, their food now was nothing in comparison to what they had eaten then — though it was the reminiscence that counted, so y/n thought. she leaned back on the car seat, looking over to her lover in a slight daze. he had already finished his food, not wanting to admit that he had indeed enjoyed it quite a bit. now he was stroking her leg, looking quite out of it which was very rare. y/n thought he looked pretty when he was relaxed. he looked pretty to her all the time actually, but especially when he started feeling so comfortable around her that he was just able to let go of his worries for a bit.

she finished the last bit of that burning hot gnocchi, holding the nearly empty box to chamber. with an ironic annoyed huff, chamber rolled his eyes and took it from her, finishing her last pieces of food. this had become quite a common occurrence whenever they ate together, since y/n was never able to finish anything food wise on her own. it had nothing to do with the portioning, she had claimed when chamber asked her about it for the first time. it was just that seeing how much she had left made her lose her appetite; it was an odd problem that she had but made chamber adapt to her and order less of his food to accommodate to both of their needs.

“i don’t want this junk in my car”, chamber said, looking at the empty boxes with a slight hostility. y/n couldn’t help but grin a little. he was like a manchild sometimes, a spoiled manchild. “can’t you teleport it somewhere?”, she joked, earning a sarcastic “haha, very funny, ma chérie” in return, paired with yet another eye roll. “come, give it to me, i’ll run to the garbage bin quickly.” — “absolutely not!”

chamber looked almost terrified at the thought of letting his girlfriend run out of their dry safety into the merciless rain, maybe even touching his new leather interior with her wet designer clothes — how could she even suggest that! “if that was a joke it was not a funny one”, chamber mumbled, leaning over the front seat to put the trash into the plastic bag it originally came in. the bag rustled and he almost had a heart attack when he thought he dropped some left overs on his driver’s seat. but no, thankfully it was just a crumpled tissue she had used.

since he was already in the front area, he turned up the stereo a bit, allowing lana del rey to transform the quiet noise of their current environment into painting a story about her and her wild lover for the couple. when chamber leaned back fully back into his seat, he motioned her to shift closer to him, enveloping her in a lose hug with his head on hers when she did so. not quite satisfied with the level of intimacy yet, y/n pulled herself into his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek after she did so. chamber smiled at her advancements, kissing that one spot under her chin just as she liked. she giggled quietly ( idiotically, so she thought but to chamber it was very endearing and made him want to kiss every part of her mouth that had allowed those glorious sounds to escape ).

just then, her playlist switched from blue jeans to blue banisters. he smiled at this, knowing that this song had been the first song she had introduced him to, which led to it being quote unquote ‘their song’. chamber did not believe in that idea at first ( after all “how could a song belong to you if you contributed nothing to it!” ) but when he caught himself smilling in awe whenever she hummed parts of it while tasting his food in the communal kitchen or polishing her equipment with a handkerchief she had stolen from him quite a while ago, he couldn’t help but associate it with their relationship whenever he heard it.

chamber brushed her hair out of her face, placing a hush of a kiss on her neck as he did so. everything about her had been right for him from the start. he had failed to realize for so long but now, in moments like these, he was more than grateful for the world to have bestowed him with the gift that was the feeling of her in his lap with her hands caressing the soft skin on the back of his neck; the sound of her humming along to their song; the sight of her eyes trailing every part of his face as if there were a hidden treasure placed just for her and nobody else.

when their eyes met, y/n gently sighed, placing a kiss on his lips while cupping his cheek. becoming immersed in the moment and the intoxicating feeling of her intimacy, chamber felt the curve of her back, bringing her even closer to him than before. gaining a bit of courage, she brought the hand that was resting on the back of his neck forwards to his chest, taking some of the material of his dress shirt into her fist and pulling it on accident, making him grin and backing away an inch from her face. “is there something you want, my love?”

no, in fact y/n had not thought about anything leading from the position they were in now. actually, until he had pulled away, she had had no thoughts at all, only feeling him on her lips and everywhere else, leaving his touch in the air all around her figure with his alluring smell. it was weird. she felt like she was being snapped out of a daydream over which she had no control. “no actually, i like the way it is right now.”, she whispered, unsure of what he wanted. maybe he did want to try something new? no. not chamber. not “…in my car, no.”

chamber chuckled, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly placing kisses on the soft skin there. “wouldn’t probably, be very comfortable, probably”, y/n muttered, repeating her words without even realizing it. he was making her mind cloudy. if he would’ve been a stranger she would’ve thought he had drugged her. chamber retreated from her neck, smiling at her while shaking his head. “no”, he mumbled, “probably not.”

the playlist switched yet again, deciding to play wild at heart for them this time. the sound of lana’s voice was like a siren to them. chamber imagined their car to be the safest spot for him in a sea of sirens, voices and figures that tried imitating the entirety of his girlfriend’s character; but he, and only he, had realized how to discern the actual her unlike all the others before him, leaving him with her in his arms in his untouchable safe space that was her presence, drifting above the waves of everything that bothered him whenever he wasn’t with her.

trailing his fingers down her thighs, he closed the gap between them once again, digging his hands into the wellknown flesh when he felt her tug on his shirt for the second time. she doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me, he thought. i’m completely at her mercy and she will never know just how much i will do for her. y/n felt herself getting hotter from all the touching they were doing and decided to do something risky. she had to practically tear herself from his lips, looking down at him through half lidded eyes.

oh, how beautiful he was. lips slightly parted, he looked up at her with something which some would call the doe eyed look. his chest was rising and sinking quite quickly, expression confused as he wasn’t grasping the reason for her sudden interruption of their shared trance they had found themselves in seconds earlier. she couldn’t help but brush her thumb over his reddened lower lip, pecking at the corner of his mouth. “i want to go home. let’s go home.” her voice had partially given out by the half of the first sentence, so she had quickly shot the latter one after to make herself sound more resolute and clear. understanding the hint, chamber nodded, still a bit out of it. he usually liked to take his time when they made love, it never ever had a beginning like this, for god’s sake he was a romantic after all, why can’t he ever refuse her —

biting her lip in hidden excitement over her small triumph, y/n looked down at him one last time before climbing into the passenger seat. when he pulled his seatbelt over his chest with impatience, she did grow slightly worried. was he really in any condition to drive?

y/n layed her hand on his that was resting on her thigh as they drove past the avenue de neuilly, catching a glimpse of his profile with the lonesome boulevard greyishly haunting in the background. it felt like they were the only two people left in the world. the stereo gave them one last song before they arrived at the sophisticated hotel they were staying in, making chamber turn the volume down to a minimum, not wanting to think of this ever ending.

A/N: I COULDNT STOP BLUSHING AT MY OWN WORK i’m screaming

#valorant fluff #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #chamber smut #chamber fluff #chamber x reader #chamber #chamber valorant #chamber fanfiction #pankosvalorant

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Could I request the sdr2 boys with a s/o who often likes to steal & wear their partners apparel from time to time pls ? - 🐺

SDR2 Boys with a S/O who likes to wear their clothing

hello wolf anon meow i think i'm doing two of your requests in a row lmao oops i love you tho so you get this treatment

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

❤ He notices every single time you take one of his beanies.

❤ I can imagine him with a beanie drawer - something that is actually rather neat. They're all exactly the same color but they're folded in arrays.

❤ Though he notices, he won't say anything. I think his first thought would actually be "did I leave it anywhere", followed up by "no, they probably took it again."

❤ And then he'll see you for that day and you'll be wearing it.

❤ It's a relief. At least he didn't lose one.

❤ "Hey... is that my..." he trails off, pointing to the same one he is wearing.

❤ Your eyes glance up as if you can see your own hat.

❤ "Well, I believe it is!"

❤ He feels so admired and appreciated when you wear his things. To him, it makes it clear that you actually love him. Sometimes his insecurities try to convince him that you don't - but look! You're wearing his stuff! And he's not forcing you to! What!!

Twogami

❤ He comes home late at night. The wind is always cold and the moon is high in the sky. When he enters your house, he closes the door quietly, taking his time making his way to the bedroom.

❤ With his shoes off and his bag handing on a coat rack, he starts taking off his jacket.

❤ Greeting him in the bedroom is your sleeping form, the blanket barely covering your body while you clench it into your chest.

❤ He can see your shirt - it's one of his, one of his more casual ones.

❤ No matter your size, it's still going to be a bit baggy on you.

❤ But it's so comfortable and it smells like him. You couldn't help yourself but to put it on.

❤ The sight gives him butterflies (the same feeling he gets when you hold his hand - absolute tingles). He can almost smile. At least you're thinking about him.

Teruteru Hanamura

❤ It's his aprons. It's always his aprons. You don't even cook as much as him - if anything, he needs them more than you.

❤ But on rare occasions (or not so rare if you're daring) when you show off your cooking skills to make him something, you'll tie one of his aprons around your body.

❤ You have to tie it from the front, too, just to cinch it a little.

❤ "And just where did you get this from?" He'll sarcastically ask.

❤ "Someone very handsome let me borrow it." You'll say.

❤ "A handsome fellow?" Followed by a threesome joke.

Gundham Tanaka

❤ It stresses him out beyond belief when he notices something missing. At first it was a shirt - maybe it's still in the laundry room, or accidentally in his pant drawer. And then it's one of his scarves, and a glove, and even a pair of his underwear.

❤ He is going to be heavily overthinking it until one day, when the class comes together afterschool for an activity, and he sees you wearing that shirt.... he will start blushing like crazy.

❤ The design on it is so niche that it just has to be his shirt.

❤ That leaves him questioning when you even had the opportunity to steal his things. Do you sneak them into your book bag? He's rather impressed.

❤ His nickname for you is something along the lines of rogue or thief - or sticky fingers if that makes you uncomfortable.

Hajime Hinata

❤ "Oh, yeah?" He'll laugh, voice riddled with cockiness, eyeing the white button up around your top half. You didn't even bother to take off the pin he wears on it.

❤ You place your hands on your hips, doing a little spin, trying to hide your smile.

❤ "I have no idea what you are referring to."

❤ All he does is step close (so so so close) to you and pick a piece of lint off your shoulder. You can practically feel his breath on you.

❤ "So that's where that shirt went."

❤ His hand lands on your cheek, where he pats you before walking past you. "Tell me next time, okay?"

❤ Though, you doubt he even noticed that it was gone.

❤ Because you had actually stolen at least five of them.

❤ Not that he minds, of course, just as long as you wash them.

Nagito Komaeda

❤ Please take his clothes. Do it. Do it right now. And do not dare wash them - he wants them to smell like you.

❤ His closet is now your closet (and except your closet to be his as well).

❤ Oh, you stole his jacket and are now wearing it? Well, he's actually wearing your underwear so checkmate.

❤ When he notices you're wearing a piece of his clothing, he put his hand on the top of your head and kisses your face.

❤ "Wow, Y/N, I can't believe you look so beautiful wearing the clothes of someone as pointless as me."

❤ "You're dashing, honey. Just look at this jacket - it's iconic."

❤ You just wish you were his shoe size. Those shoes are admirable. They're daring, even.

Nekomaru Nidai

❤ You do his laundry like more than twice a week. He always tries to wear the same sweaty clothes every day so you practically have to strip him out of them.

❤ That being said, stealing his clothes can be easy, since you're the one handling them all the time. But also, he owns so little, so if you try and take some then it heavily limits his closet.

❤ You usually just shove a jacket in front of his face like, "I'm going to put this on now."

❤ He will help you slip your arms through it. The sleeves go way past your fingers.

❤ Something he will want you to do is to get fabric markers and draw over his jeans - if you're going to steal his clothes, at least do something memorable with them. Some sort of trademark so he can probably say the love of my life wore these!

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

❤ He's going to be embarrassed if you wear his clothes in public. It's mostly because of a I'm the one with the social status, I can't believe you're repping my shit alongside me, who do you think you are?

❤ But in private, hell yeah he's going to adjust your (his) suit so it fits your length better. Do you like it? He can get one tailored for you.

❤ Steal his stuff and you will get caught by either Peko or him. So nice try.

❤ You are practically in love with the way his eyes light up when he sees you wearing something of his.

❤ He looks at you as if you are an angel.

❤ He can't even believe that you're real. You like his stuff? Oh my god. He can share with you. Just don't wear it in public next to him. That shit is far too embarrassing.

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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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Yours Truly, RK800 (Connor X Reader)

A/n: Hello, and welcome to my first multi-part fic here on tumblr! I'm gonna do my best to make this as enjoyable as possible, but please bear with me as I have never written anything like this before! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy! Also, fair warning, this will not be entirely canon. *Yes, the switch between 'his/him/it/its/etc.' is 100% intentional. Summary: '"The fuck is that thing doing here?" Hank grumbled, causing you to turn around. An Android walked into the office, scanning the area for someone. The android turned it's head as it approached the two of you,

"Are you Lieutenant Anderson?" Your uncle sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, and what the fuck's it to ya?" He retorted. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." ‘ ~ Hank Anderson being your uncle came with a lot of positives and negatives. You had to deal with people always insulting him when no one knew what had happened to make your uncle the way he was, but, he loved you like his own child. He always talked positively, even when you were being a little shit which is why it was surprising but also not surprising when he got you a job in his city's police force. One day an android is sent to assist your uncle with android deviancy related crimes, replacing you. As angry as it makes you, you can tell your uncle doesn't like the Android either. When he convinces your captain to let the three of you stick together, what will happen? Chapter One

You yawned tiredly, sipping your coffee as you pushed open the door of the police station with your hip. You greeted everyone cheerfully, walking to your desk. You placed your coffee on your desk, then on your uncle's. "Rise and shine, Uncle Hank!" You said obnoxiously, startling a sleeping Hank. With a choke and sputter, your now awake uncle cursed at you.

"The fuck ya doin', Y/n?! Can't get a damn break from you, ya little shit..." He complained, shaking his head. His eyes trailed to the cup of coffee now sitting on his desk, "For me?" He asked, picking up the cup as he sniffed it. You rolled your eyes, "No, it's for Reed." You spoke a little louder than you'd expected to and Reed's head perked up in your direction. Before he could open his mouth, Hank cut him off. "Still not a chance, Shitbrain." Hearing his insult, you nearly spit out the coffee in your mouth.

"Shitbrain?! That's a new one!" You laughed after swallowing the coffee. The man simply shrugged and spoke, "Seemed right." Hank gave you a lopsided smile. You could almost feel the disappointment from Reed all the way across the office. However, Hank’s smile was immediately wiped off his face when he looked past you.

"The fuck is that thing doing here?" he grumbled, causing you to turn around. A tall man had walked into the office, scanning the area for something or someone. Upon finding what he was looking for, he walked to where you were standing next to Hank. Upon first glance, you noticed how attractive he was. He adjusted his tie and completely ignored you, annoying you quite a bit. "Are you Lieutenant Anderson?" Hank sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, and what the fuck's it to ya?" He retorted. You scanned the individual once again, anger and disgust filling you. It was a fucking. android.

Your face scrunched up as it introduced itself. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." "Oh Jesus Christ." You and your uncle spoke in unison. If you hadn't been so annoyed, you both would have laughed at that. The android began to speak again, "I was sent by Cyberlife to be your partner in Android Deviancy cases." It explained, and though you weren't impressed you decided to humor it. "My model, RK800, was designed specifically to help with police investigations." You raised a brow and finally decided to speak up.

"Well not burst your bubble, android , but I am his partner." You said venomously. The android scanned you and you hated it. "You're Detective L/n." It began, causing you to scowl. "Yeah." You agreed, urging it to continue. "You've been staying with your Uncle Hank since your parents died. I am sorry for your loss." You almost lost your grip on the coffee cup you were holding and Hank noticed, "Get on with it, already!" He almost yelled at it. The LED light on the side of his head began to flash yellow and it seemed he took a mental note of sorts. It returned to blue before he began speaking again. "I do not mean to...how do humans say it..." Once again, his LED circled a dark yellow. " 'Burst your bubble', but I am replacing you as Lieutenant Anderson's partner."

Bursting into Captain Fowler's office with your Uncle and Connor in tow, your eyes were wild with rage. He turned around to face you and he let out a small hum of understanding. “So, the android’s here…” he said calmly. You took a breath to calm your voice, the anger still never leaving your eyes. You’d always been the more level-headed out of you and your uncle. “Yeah...Yeah, it’s here…What’s this about it replacing me?!” You accidentally shouted at the Captain, earning a glare from Uncle Hank. You murmured an apology under your breath, more focused on potentially being replaced by a robot.

Your Captain stood from his desk and walked around it, sitting on the edge as he folded his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry, Y/n. It’s out of my hands, Cyberlife directly has told me that the two of them have to work together.” Your eyes widened, “Are you fucking serious…?” You breathed out, shocked. Fowler nodded, “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I wish I could do more but I have to follow orders.” You were speechless with anger. You threw your hands up in the air and let them rest in your hair. “So what do I do now?” You asked no one in particular, trying to wrap your mind around the news. “The best I could do for you is put you on desk duty for their cases. Do you still want to be involved?” Fowler asked you.

Turning back to him you held your head in your hands, closing your eyes as a headache began to grow in your temples. “Yeah, yeah...Fine, sure. Whatever. Thank you Captain.” You trailed off, rubbing your temples. Leaving the Captain’s office, you went and sat at your desk, seeing the files start to pop up on your desk. You reached into your desk drawer and pulled out painkillers, taking them for your now throbbing migraine. Today couldn’t get any worse, or so you thought. You thought wrong, Gavin sauntered up to your desk, “Aw, did the little baby get kicked to the curb for an android?” He teased, “I guess we’ll be spending more and more time together than, honey.”

You groaned loudly, “Gavin, for once in your fucking life, shut the fuck up!” You stood now, both fists clenched at your sides. You heard someone clear their throat and you looked over to see an angry Hank and confused Android. Gavin didn’t recognize the look, but you did and smiled to yourself before crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You heard ‘em, Reed.” Hank spoke lowly, shooting daggers at the man attempting to flirt with you. “Get a damn move on.” He stated angrily. Gavin rolled his eyes before turning around and making his way back to his desk. You plopped back into your seat, sighing. “You gonna be okay, kiddo?” Hank asked, rubbing your shoulder lightly. Resting your head in your hands, you nodded. “Yeah, Uncle Hank. I’ll live.” With a comforting pat, he nodded at you. Even though you didn’t see it, he knew you understood. “Jeffrey said you would be on standby, so call if you find anything interesting and be available for a call. Be safe, kiddo. Call if you need anything .” With a final glare to Reed, Hank and the android left the office.

Hours upon hours had passed and you were still at the office waiting for your Uncle and his brand new companion to come back. It was now a little over 9 at night, meaning the pair had been gone for over 4 hours. You were wearing Hank’s headphones, blasting Knights of the Black Death, one of your favorite bands. You were leaning back in your chair with your feet propped up on the edge of the desk, tossing a crumpled piece of paper up and down. You stared at the ceiling watching the ball move up and down, sighing quietly. Out of nowhere, Hank’s face was suddenly above you and you yelled. “Agh, Jesus!” You would’ve tumbled out of the chair if he hadn’t had his hands on the chair’s back. Hank let out a loud guffaw at your reaction, “Now we’re even.”

He said before walking in front of you. With your heart still racing, you groaned in annoyance. Sitting up, Hank cut you off before you query about the case. He held up a hand, “Hang on, I already know what you’re gonna ask. I have to go fill in Fowler, so why don’t you just come in too so you can hear the explanation? I’d rather not tell the same story twice.” You hopped out of your chair faster than your uncle could even blink. You placed the headphones back down on his desk, the music still playing as you both walked to your Captain’s office. While you and your uncle were with Fowler, you were completely oblivious to the android poking around both you and your uncle’s desks. Connor saw the headphones and thought to himself, What better way to get to know Hank than seeing what music he likes? The android slipped the headphones over his ears and heard heavy metal blasting. He took a moment to analyze the music and figured out the name of the music playing. He also scanned his chair, seeing dog hairs all over the back of the chairs. Another mental note made . Connor heard the smallest shift of weight and immediately knew that both of you were coming out and he placed the headphones down, awkwardly sitting next to Hank’s desk. Hank gave Connor a weird look then looked back at you, Connor then stood up and approached the older man. “Where could I sit and organize myself?” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shrugging him off. He gestured blindly at the desk behind his, “You can take the empty desk behind mine.” Connor nodded and did exactly that.

Hank sat at his desk and began to open the files you’d forwarded to him. Noticing from his earlier scan of his desk, Connor began to question Hank, “What’s your dog’s name?” Both you and Hank looked at Connor, slightly alarmed. “How’d you know I had a-? Nevermind.” He trailed off, not noticing Connor was still expecting an answer. Hank sighed, “Sumo. I call him Sumo.” Connor smiled and you shook your head in disbelief as you muttered, “Creepy.” under your breath. “Detective, know that my hearing is very good. I can hear your heartbeat from over here.” It told you, scaring you slightly. You said nothing and sighed to yourself, shaking your head. The android turned its attention back to the Lieutenant, “Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music. It’s…full of energy.” Once again, both of your heads shot up.Hank took the words directly out of your mouth, “You listen to heavy metal?” You leaned forward on your palm, intrigued. How’d it know to specifically ask about that band? Was he snooping around? Was he planning something sinister?

Whatever the answer was, you wanted to see the android attempt to get itself out of the situation it had gotten itself into. You almost laughed at its answer, “I don’t really listen to music, as such… but I’d like to.” While Hank gave him a look, you stood up and walked next to him, leaning on the back of his chair. You listened to the music I left playing on his desk, didn’t you, Connor? You thought to yourself.

Maybe Hank working with an android will be interesting

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Do you have any afton family headcannons? Great designs btw and I love your au :]

thank you!! and yeah i have a bunch of hcs ! not sure if u meant for the au or not 🤔 buuuut I have some general hcs that mostly just apply 2 canon:

i have this big headcanon that Michael’s resemblance to William isn't just physical, but in his mannerisms as well- so basically when he was younger he was always trying to live up to his father's expectations and gain his approval, and that came in the form of mimicking his dad and adopting little things here and there into his own routine. small things like tying his tie the way William always did, picking his clothes to match the style of his father’s, little phrases and words making their way into his speech, stuff like that; younger Michael was probably a little proud to keep hearing of his uncanny resemblance to his father, expecting that to gain him some sort of positive attention from William. But as he got older the habits he picked up from those younger days kind of haunt him now because he sometimes catches himself doing something like making his coffee exactly the way William used to and it really kills him because it just reminds him of how alike the two are :(

an add-on to that is that Michael’s resemblance to William is like the main big reason why Henry never reaches out to him after Charlie’s death. man probably knows all to well who killed his daughter, and he also knows that the murderer’s son is somewhere out there alone after his siblings die and William gets springtrapped. he knows at the back of his mind that Michael is not William but they look so much alike especially now that Michael is older and they sound so similar. i think Henry knew that seeing Michael would trigger some bad memories and so he just left him alone- and as more and more time passed by of course it got harder to reach out if he even knew how to contact him after so long. i mean, what would you say to the kid you saw grow up after you basically abandoned him when he lost his entire family?

another one is that i don’t really agree with a lot of he fandom’s widespread hc of Elizabeth being the “favourite” of William? first and foremost, i don’t see William as someone to have really cared about his kids all that much, and just used them as a means to protect his image and keep up that front of having a perfect happy family. so whoever the “favourite” is, would just be a question of which kid would be the easiest for William to control; in that case i don’t think Liz applies because of her general outspoken personality which would probably be disagreeable to William’s expectation that all of them listen to him no questions asked. additional hc to this that Liz takes after their mom in terms of looks, and although we never rly get confirmation of what happened to their mom we know she isn’t really in the picture either through separation, or death, etc. whatever was the cause, the absence of their mom in the otherwise “perfect” family William crafted is probably a source of irritability for him. so he sees Liz, who looks so much like her mother that seeing her just keeps reminding William of this one thing he wasn’t able to control fully- he can’t really harm her or anything because if anyone were to speak out against him or tell others about what he’s really like it would be Liz, not Michael who’s desperate for his approval or Evan who’s much more timid and shy. so he just ignores her, lets her do what she wants- he doesn’t really care as long as she’s out of the way and not messing things up for him. soooo “favourite” child? my bets probably on Michael originally, but Evan towards the end. Michael was likely someone who listened to his father due to seeking his approval and did whatever he could to please him. Pretty much a textbook “perfect child” on the surface ya know? Evan on the other hand was also likely easy to control through fear instead, but it was probably harder to get him to do things on his own because of it too. I think that because of all that Michael was the favoured one for a bit until things got out of hand and he caused the bite of 83, which definitely wasn’t a good look for the restaurant and probably got them a ton of negative public outrage. for someone like William trying to keep up a cookie-cutter image he sure wouldn’t like that or the fact that the kid he was trying so hard to keep away from the animatronics to avoid an accident like the one with circus baby died?? yeahh so that’s probably where Michael stopped being someone he could use for his plans and just someone who just messed everything up for him.

these were some sad hcs lmao but i think the original source material is pretty rife with some sad stuff aha

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf headcanons #afton family #this got super long oops

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