#and I know she had friends and family who are undoubtedly in a lot of pain now

[bots-and-cons]

Howdy again! Is it possible you could do the same prompt l asked last time (reader dies and turns cybertronian) but with Autobots instead of cons? Thank you so much!!!!

A/N: If someone’s interested in the decepticon version you can find that here. Ratchet has morals, hence no human experimentation on the autobots’ part

•You were taken by the decepticons and experimented on 

•Ever since the whole thing with Silas, Knockout and Shockwave were both interested in if they could repeat the experiment

•It was mostly Shockwave though, Knockout thought what happened to Breakdown was absolutely disgusting, but he also wanted to know how it was done, so repeating the experiment on you was a chance for that

•So, they did their experiment, constructing you a body from vehicon parts and putting the necessary parts from you into it

•Anyway, the cons returned you to the autobots in a rather cruel manner, basically Megatron just tossed you at their feet saying something like “I believe this is your pet”

•Ratchet worked for days to make sure you would survive in your new body, but he had a lot of trouble, because he didn’t know how much at all about human anatomy or biology

•Shockwave and Knockout had already done most of the work for him though, so he just had to finish the job and make sure you would continue to stay alive

•When you woke up, you were very confused, and scared too

•Your head was all foggy, you couldn’t remember much of anything, certainly not how you’d come to be this way

•It took a couple of days for you to be even able to move your arms or legs, and being able to stand and walk took much longer

•Ratchet was there to look after you the whole time, someone had to be, because you were pretty confused most of the time

•You had a lot of gaps and holes in your memory, you knew things like your name and you knew the autobots were friendly or at least not a threat to you, but you didn’t know who they were or what they were like

•You also didn’t remember anything about how you’d been made into this thing you now were

•You knew you used to be human, but it felt like it had been a dream

•Optimus was of course furious that the decepticons had done this to you, but he kept it under control, so hardly anyone noticed

•Except for Ratchet of course, he was also horrified by what had been done to you and he honestly just tried not to think about it most of the time, because you were still alive

•Arcee was probably the most visibly furious about the whole thing, she even ranted a little about how this was the last straw, etc etc

•Bee was also seething, but his anger was more mixed with this overwhelming sadness and confusion, he had seen the decepticons committing countless atrocities, but this was undoubtedly among the worst

•The whole team had a very hard time understanding how the decepticons could do this, you were no threat to them

•They were all furious, but they tried to keep a lid on it, some managed that better than others, because they wanted to aid in your recovery

•Your recovery was very slow, but they all tried to be there for you as best as they could

•You had to learn to control your new body, and all that came with being a pseudo-cybertronian

•Ratchet kept scanning you constantly for the first three months, at least twice a day, more if something unusual happened

•You had a very hard time mentally for a long while, because of getting used to your new body, never being able to see your family/friends again, and the fact that you had been dead

•Even though you didn’t exactly remember how you had been experimented on, the whole thing still plagued you in your nightmares

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #arcee #ratchet #bumblebee #tfp headcanons #transformers angst #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

[totaly-obsessed]

Unexpected Meetings

Alessia Russo x reader fic

-> The reader forgets Alessia's team bonding and bursts into the room, her teammates don't know about the reader

➳ Masterlist

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Alessia had been at the Arsenal Women’s Football Club for about three weeks now. She was settling in nicely. The girls were welcoming and happy to have her, most of them already familiar with each other in one way or the other.

Every Friday there was a team bonding session, those were quite helpful for the new girls to get to know the team and form friendships. The blonde had offered a movie night at her place for this week's ‘Team Date’ as she liked to call them.

None of the girls had been around to her place after the move. It was her family and Ella who helped her move. Oh – and you of course! Being the striker’s girlfriend of just shy of two years you were living with her. So, it was not only the blonde's move, but yours as well, being offered a position as a teacher at one of London’s many schools. It could not have been more perfect.

You knew that the girls were going to be at your apartment, you really did. A co-worker of yours, a quick new friend offering you a place to stay for the night. But somehow, you forgot.

The girls were arriving at your apartment, one after the other, getting comfortable on the large couch Alessia had insisted on buying as you moved in. The floor in front of the TV had been covered with a mattress as well as a mountain of blankets and pillows.

“Less this place is incredible. Just look at your kitchen, man!” Beth was in awe of the apartment. To be fair you had put a lot into making it as comfortable and homey as possible for the both of you.

“Yeah w- I am really happy with it.” With a deep blush, she was hoping, that no one noticed the deep blush on her face. And no one did – except the ever so attentive Leah Williamson.

“It is quite big though Less. Don’t you get lonely?” The Italian sputtered out some weird response about getting a dog to fill the void.

“Where is your bathroom then Russo?” Katie had been suspecting nothing to this point, but it was in the bathroom, where she noticed it. Two toothbrushes, towel sets, and bathrobes. Upon further inspection, she noticed the many shoes in the cabinet, many of them with heels and a lot smaller than the sneakers that undoubtedly belonged to her teammate.

The brunette saw Alessia’s gaze, wary of her wandering around her apartment. Then her eyes fell to Leah who had a subtle smirk on her face. “Oy, Viccy! Change with me, would ya?”

And just like that McCabe had gotten what she wanted, leaning close to Leah. “When do ya reckon she’ll tell us?”

The blonde shrugged. Carefully she pushed aside the fringe that had fallen into her eyes, once again. “We’ll see.”

Meanwhile: You have had a shit night. The school was holding a teacher conference until late in the evening wanting to discuss changes in the school. You had not even been there for longer than three weeks and you were already starting fights with misogynistic, homophobic, old, white men.

With all of that still fresh on your mind, you could not wait to tell Lessi everything. The footballer understood that you did not need or want solutions, you needed someone to be angry with you and still hold you when you cried.

And she could do that incredibly well.

In a hurry you threw the apartment door open, it was freezing outside and you could not wait to fall into bed with your girlfriend. How you did not notice the massive number of shoes in your hallway, you still do not understand to this day.

It was quiet, aside from a movie blaring from the TV. Alessia liked her movies and shows, always having something on in the background. “Less! You won’t believe what happened, baby!”

Hastily you threw your coat onto the bench, stumbling over one of your own shoes. The woman in question shot up in her position on the couch, as did every other woman in the room, looking at her with wide eyes, but keeping quiet.

“That old twat Mister Grimm, or whatever-“ you were out of breath stumbling over your words, still loaded with anger, “said, that it is ‘okay for boys to slack off but girls need to work even harder’.”

An angry huff could be heard from the hallway, where you were fighting with your scarf, not finding the way out of it. “And he wants the girls' grading to be harsher, because ‘boys need more concentration to pay attention than the girls’”, while Alessia couldn’t see you yet, she could imagine the air quotes you were inevitably doing – her teammates were quite amused by your annoyance, but interested nonetheless.

“What does that even mean? How can someone be so-“ By that point you had wandered into the living room, at least twenty women were looking at you.

Fuck.

You had forgotten Alessia’s team night. “

Less I am so sorry.” The blonde however wasn’t even mad (or surprised).

“It’s fine baby, I wanted to introduce you to them anyways – just made it easier.” She stood up, hugging you close to her. “C’mon Russo! Don’t be shy, give ya missus a kiss!” It was Katie who found her words first, wanting to embarrass the Italian.

But Alessia was not as bashful as expected, and instead pulled you into a bruising, passionate kiss – her teammates cheering in the background, hollering at the two of you. After pulling away, because you were still out of breath due to your ranting, she mumbled a quick “I missed ya, amore.”

Now it started to sink in, the reality of standing in front of the entirety of the Arsenal girls, who didn’t even know you existed up until now. Alessia however was beaming next to you, swaying your joined hands between you. “Guys, this is my girlfriend. Baby, these are my teammates.” 

“Hi. Nice to meet you guys.”

It was silent for a second, but it was Caitlyn who started the conversation – “So what did that Mister Grimm say?”

Just hours later Alessia could not help but smile – you were cuddled on top of her, in a deep conversation with Lotte, next to her, about some book both of you had read.

This day could not have been better if she tried. She was home.

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alessiarusso99: Team-Bonding Movie Night style!

#woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #engwnt x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo

[theplumsoldier]

summary: bits of love, domestic shit, sex and angst💗

warnings: vulgar language, smut, breeding kink, lil angst, fluff

a/n: i have been super busy with exams DD;

It had taken a lot getting used to, not constantly having to look over one's shoulder. Months had passed and you had found yourself quite enjoying the life you had made here.

It was safe to say you had made the adjustment quicker than Joel had. He was... Well, he was trying. At least, that's what you had convinced yourself.

Ellie screamed in rage, slamming the door to her room shut, undoubtedly right in Joel's face.

You moved in the couch so that you could watch him as he came down the stairs, his footsteps heavy on the wood.

When he noticed he had your attention, the small sympathetic smile on your lips, he threw up his hands in surrender.

You waited for him to sit down and only when he had done so, he let out a deep sigh of exasperation.

"Baby," hummed you, schooching closer to him, starting twirling som of his hair. "Don't you think you're being a little too harsh on her?"

"I don't want her running around this late," was all he responded his eyes fastened on the ceiling as he leaned into your touch.

"This is normal, right? She's a teenager."

"Nothin' 'bout this is normal."

A sigh escaped you, but instead of retreating, you moved sit straddle his lap, a sad look glistening in your eyes.

"Joel, babe, do you feel safe?"

He gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Here, I mean. In Jackson."

He shrugged, "sure." His large hands cupped your ass cheeks and he inhaled deeply, shifting slightly beneath you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at him, knowing even in stressed situations he was completely under your spell.

"Joel, baby, this is the only chance Ellie's ever had to be normal. And I know you've been through a lot, but you can let your guard down here, you know that? There's no need to keep looking over your shoulder."

All Joel did was sigh, his rough hands still on your ass.

"We could be one big family here--"

"Hon, we've talked about this..."

"I know, I know... it's just... I feel like a lot has changed now. Ellie's in school, she's got a lot of friends, with Tommy and Maria's little girl... I just--it feels right."

A defeated look grazed his features, teeth sucking on his bottom lip. You were right. It was something he had gone over many times in his head, never stumbling upon a "let's do it" himself, although never finding a definite "no" either. It made sense.

For the first time in decades he did not constantly look over his shoulder (although every now and then he got these panicky flashes of what would happen when he let his guard down) and Ellie seemed to have a good time in here Jackson. He was getting older by the day and knowing from day one you had always wanted kids, he felt in no position to deny you that. He had once let you know how he thought you could do much better, and although you had told him he needed to feel more comfortable about who he was, he was still certain guys would line up to father your babies.

Also, it was something he really did want. Joel had always been a family-oriented man and the thought of creating one with you made his heart flutter. To begin with he blamed it on his own poor health, but it was no longer something he could deny. He loved you too damn much.

"If we're doin' this we're startin' right now," he finally hummed, his large hands squeezing your ass.

Your brows bounced in surprise, not having expected him to make a decision straight away. You suddenly felt a wave of guilt, worried you had rushed his decision. Knowing where he came from the last thing you wanted was to pressure him.

As if reading your thoughts, Joel cupped your face. "I'm sure, baby. Let's do this."

Giving you no time to protest Joel captured your lips in a hot kiss as he cradled you in his arms. Wanting to make him feel good, you reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he made a movement to stand up, holding you even tighter before he slammed you back down on the couch.

"Lemme take care of you, doll."

You were surprised by how quickly his mien turned into lustful, but you could not help but indulge in this feeling of being desperately wanted.

His heavy scent enveloping you in a bubble of need, his harsh touch ensuring your safety. It was all too much for you to not lay back at his command and let him do whatever he pleased.

Joel lifted up you shirt, so that he could place soft kisses that becoming open-mouthed and more testing they further down he got. With your eyes closed, you arched your back into the old cushions, releasing a soft hum when you suddenly shut up with your eyes open.

"Ellie, Joel!"

Peeking up at you, his brows heaved questioningly as his eyes shifted between you and the stairs. He knew what you were getting at, but he was not worried. Confident Ellie would either go to sleep or at least take some time to cool down, he proceeded to pull at your shorts.

"You'll jus' 'ave to be quiet for me then, won't ya?"

The stubble on his cheeks tickled your thighs but when you squirmed in protest, his hands held you in your place.

Even if Ellie did come out from her room, the wooden home and creaky floors would give her away, leaving a minimum of 7 seconds to get decent before she could find you. Joel had already gone over it in his head, many times before this, too, always making sure to never be caught from an awkward angle.

"Can you do tha' for me, baby girl?"

And all it took was that soft inquiry to convince you he had it all under control. When he hooked a finger through your panties, pulling them down, you shuddered as the cool air grazed your pussy. It seemed you were never not wet around Joel.

Suddenly, when you had only nodded and leaned back to get comfortable, Joel placed a slap on your cheek before bringing his hand to your jaw.

"Words, baby."

Taken by surprise, your mouth was slightly agape, to which he could not resist but pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. The look in his eyes made you writhe under him, wanting him to take that animalistic hunger out on you right then and there.

"Yes, Joel," whined you, biting out for his thumb when he chuckled. He absolutely loved it when he could feel, see, smell how eager you were for him.

Joel wasted no time going down on you, his tongue skillfully locating your clit, his hands lifting your thighs over his shoulders when he got comfortable, wearing you like earmuffs.

Your favorite look. His favorite place.

. . .

You had accidentally torn your underwear on the washboard, trying to get the blood out of the material. You knew to be more careful with old pieces as they were prone to shred when handled without care, but you couldn't help but take the frustration out on them when you got your period. You were well aware it was indeed possibly to menstruate when pregnant, however a concoction of sadness and anger simply took over you when you noticed the blood in your panties, having gotten your hopes up a little too much when your period had been late a week ago.

Upon throwing them out, you returned to bed. As it was early morning, Joel was still asleep so you got under the covers and spooned him up, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

The same minute he moaned and pulled your arm over his body, forcing you to hug him even tighter. It was things like this that made you absolutely melt. His bodily love language was beyond anything you had ever experienced.

"C'mere," moaned Joel as he snuggled deeper into your embrace.

Very subtly he guided your hand down to his hard cock, making you chuckle despite having just been on the verge of breaking down because you feared you were unable to get pregnant.

. . .

The Tipsy Bison was a truly magical place. Regardless of people's alcohol consumption it seemed everyone forgot their worries, their fears and the hardship they had endured to get here, and were enjoying themselves same way they used to before the apocalypse.

Ellie was sat in one end of the bar, playing a game of Battleship with Maria and the baby, and Joel were throwing darts with Tommy and some of his friends, a big grin on his face and an even bigger beer in his hand.

You adored the way his eyes would shine when he smiled, really smiled. The glimpse was like a little shooting star in his hazelnut galaxy, striking and breathtaking even from across the room. When he came to look at you, even more so. You gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss.

Then Joel looked back and decided no one would miss him, not when he noticed that love-drunk look in your eyes.

It was incredible how salient the beer smelled on him, knowing he had not been drinking that much. Perhaps it was simply because you were staying away from it all, hopes of bearing his child still laying dormant in the back of your mind. Instead you got drunk off of his lips, his tongue and his skin.

He had held out his hand for you, saying "let's go home" with a sly smirk on his lips. You chuckled and nodded towards Ellie, reminding him that they shouldn't go without her and if they did drag her back home with them, they would have to wait for her to be asleep to do whatever it was Joel's lewd eyes suggested.

Grabbing on to your waist, Joel closed the gap between you, murmuring seductively, "oh hon, I could take you right 'ere over this table if you let me."

The mix of alcohol and desire gave his voice a double coating of accent, that Texan drawl spelling nothing but trouble.

"Ten minutes, no longer." You latched onto his broad arm and pulled him with you.

Hissing, his eyes watched your ass swaying while following closely, "shit, woman, no less I hope."

. . .

Joel wasted no time showering you in beer-stained kisses and declarations of love, working his way down till he moaned into your pussy, drinking himself completely gone in your juices.

Shifting between suckling on your clit and lapping at your hole like a thirsty dog, Joel brought you to a body quaking orgasm before he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Clawing at his ass, you pushed him as deep as possible, crying at the sensation of feeling so filled. It started out as a joke, slapping his ass the same way he would do to you, but you found that during sex, he emitted filthy groans whenever you would grope as his cheeks, especially when it was to feel him to the fullest.

"Gonna fill ya up so good, baby. Make you scream till I know you're full with my kids," moaned he between kisses, feeling your pussy squeeze him once before he set a steady pace, moving inside you to feel each crevice and hear each he elicited, only the pornographic sound of your cunt accompanying the heavy moans and groans in the room.

#joel miller imagine #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller #theplumsoldier #the last of us smut #the last of us

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Can we please have more about Gem and Pearl's relationship in your GG rivals au?

Oh, yes! I love talking about them.

Gem is just glad to have someone her age to talk to who doesn't treat her differently in some way. Impulse is much older than her and has the tendency to treat her akin to the way a father would treat their kid, or with the respect of a fellow solider. There is rarely an in between in this dynamic, leaving no chance for the equal comradery she craves.

Scott is her age, and they are undoubtedly good friends, but there is the work dynamic between them as well. He often treats her as though she is above him no matter how much Gem tries to get him to stop. He will always value her more than himself (in part due to his self-sacrificial nature along with his respect for her position), so their friendship is not very equal and this is something Gem is hyper aware of.

This can be very isolating for Gem, who is miles away from the small, tight knit community she grew up with. She wants someone to be fully herself with, which she doesn't feel as though she can do with Impulse or Scott.

It is nice to have a friend who just treats her like any other person, who shares their day and lets her share hers, and they don't have to talk about work or status a single time. They're just two people, two equals, two friends. She loves Pearl a lot and values her friendship probably more than anything she's acquired since living in the Capital.

If you've read any of my Pearl posts, you would know how important their relationship is to her as well, albeit a little differently.

She grew up without any one to look after her or be there for her. She had not a single person to talk to or share her time. No parents she has any conscious memory of, no siblings, no other family, not even any friends or people her age.

All she had for a very long time was her dog Tilly, and as much as she loved Tilly, it is a little lonely when your companion has no real way of communicating back to you when all you want is to be heard and acknowledged. It becomes very easy to get lost in your own thoughts, something Pearl often fell victim to.

Nearly every relationship she had throughout her lifetime has been transactional and temporary. The only real relationship she had before Gem was Grian, who loved and looked after her like she was his own little sister. But even he didn't stay very long, and she wouldn't know why he left her until several years later after the hurt was already there, so even that had felt temporary for the longest time and the relationship is still strained.

With Gem she's finally found someone who has shown that she will always return to her, someone who will always be there for her and won't disappear. Even when Gem was on the battlefield, she still made attempts to stay in contact with Pearl by sending letters whenever she could. Gem is a constant in her life that Pearl never thought she would find, and now that she has it, she is very unwilling to let it go or let anything ruin it.

The problem with their relationship, however, is that Pearl never meant to get so close to her, she never meant to get close at all. She's dug herself a hole so deep that there is no way out of it without hurting herself and Gem in the process.

The very foundation of their friendship is built on top of a mountain of lies that she has to constantly keep up, lest it all comes toppling down on top of her. It heavily relies of some level of deceit to maintain, and there is no way to change that without unraveling the whole thing at the seams.

#GG rivals au #GG asks #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #shiny duo #i don't know if i can share more without ruining the fun of the story so i will leave it here #sorry for the wait! I've not been feeling well again #the stress of two jobs have been getting to me #Answering questions about my favorite block women was just what I needed

[yokiidokii]

How would the gang react to a reader who constantly says sorry ? like for every stupid thing at the end of a sentence due to being Bullied majority of their life . So now I their adulthood it’s just kinda automatic “oop I’m sorry” even when it’s not necessary

My smile is immeasurable- I do this so often you have no idea. I have absolutely been worried about not knowing if I was gonna do the request just right. This is not one of those times. I did have a surprising amount of trouble with it though? Despite it being something I myself do constantly lmao, ah well I hope I did it justice!

Also hi! I was in college so this is so very late and I’m so sorry about that <3 My prof mentally threw me around like a rag doll and I came out with my brain fried.

Warnings: I don't think any? Maybe some general allusions to anxiety just because of the prompt itself? Andre mentions weed but uh- nothing else! Relatively safe<3

Reagan

I feel like she understands, I could see her thinking of it more in a like, a logical sense? Not like she doesn’t understand the more emotional side of it- she’s got her own issues. But in the like “Oh, usually when people do this it means they are scared of what people think and don’t like conflict. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gets it, and I want to be absolutely clear- I cannot see her being one of those people saying “It’s fine.” Because like, for her it doesn’t feel like it ever really is? But she will be the person to help you feel like, it’s okay that you said it but know that you do not have to. You didn’t do anything wrong.

If you want to tell her the reason why you do this, apologizing and explaining she will feel for you. I mean we’ve seen her school experience, we had one friend and a buncha kids who were way older than you and treated her like shit. Also her father, very much her father.

She won't ever press you or act like you aren't trying harder to get better but she'll make sure in her own way that you know it's all gonna be okay one day.

One day you won't have to think about the past and everything will be okay <3

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Andre

Andre may or may not have told you about his experiences with his family and how they really affected him.

You have probably also- at least once maybe seen him without drugs and how that can make him.

Long story short he is in no position to judge even if he for some reason wanted to.

Would offer you some weed

He means well and will not pressure you if you say no, though he will totally ask “Are you suuuureee?” because he cannot stress enough the wonders of medical marijuana

Whether or not you take it is up to you, but he will absolutely let you chill either in his office if you're at work or at his house- would come to your house to make sure your comfy if you need it<3

He is a loving man with lots of his own experience in this kind of regard and he will help you no matter what!

He is more than the drug guy though please literally let him be known for more than that he deserves it so any tips he's used to help himself out he will give to you.

A very caring man with his own issues and lots of advice and love to give if you'll have it~

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Brett

Oh honey, this man? This man understands.

Brett will apologize after you do because both of you think that is is somehow both of your faults.

Though he will undoubtedly let you know in every way he possibly can that it is not your fault in any way and that he loves you.

He would absolutely mention therapy- it helps him! It might help you?

He would absolutely be holding your hand anyway and if you do apologize while it happens, he’ll squeeze it in his own and shoot you a quick “No need to be!” before continuing the conversation. He doesn’t wanna spend the whole time acknowledging it just in case putting too much attention on it in the open would embarrass you or make you feel worse.

But he will be there for you, and he will be listing off things that he’s learned to help him when he can’t stop doing it either.

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Myc

I can see Myc start by just being a little bit sarcastic. Like he isn’t entirely sure why you do it just yet, but he doesn’t want you to be saying it and thinking that you did something wrong.

He gives those like “Oh yeah? You’re sorry?” and you know that if he had actual eyes, he would be giving you a look of ‘You really wanna do this rn?’.

And he will probably continue to do so even after he knows why.

He isn’t going to treat you differently per se, at least- he acts like he isn’t going to…

But you feel the tentacle that was already wormed around your waist squeeze just a little tighter before you end your sentence to remind you that you didn’t do anything, and you don’t need to apologize. 

I mean he gets it, he got bullied. He ended with a different outcome for himself, but he still understands. It sucks, and even if you don’t want to think about it or you don’t want to constantly feel like life is repeating itself over and over again but sometimes it’s just going to feel that way even if it isn’t.

Though Myc will be there to help you understand and work through all the woes of getting to inside your own head.

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Gigi

She would raise her brow at it at first.

Hit you with that “Honey you didn’t do anything wrong.” and make sure you know that it’s all okay.

Is teaching you how she ignores her haters constantly, if you say anything about it not being on the same level and you start apologizing again, she is going to lovingly slap you in the face with her words (She would not lay a hand on you ever-)

Comparing yourself gets a “tsk tsk” from her and a long list of all the parts about you she thinks are beyond stellar.

Gigi would be very honest -like the most honest maybe- about whether or not you actually have anything to be sorry about. 

If you do, she’ll accept your apology but try to figure out a way to do it in a way that won’t encourage you to do it when you don’t actually have to.

And when you don’t, she places a hand on her hip and gives you a look, eyebrow raised just lightly in a ‘really?’ sorry of fashion.

She’s not questioning it; she knows it happened. But she’s asking if you really wanna do it, you know that she will no doubt spend her time talking your ear off about not doing this again.

She does it with the upmost amount of love I promise- but like,,

Do you dare question her? I wouldn't

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Glenn

Okay. I don’t want to say Glenn doesn’t get it at first, but out of all of the people in the gang it feels right to say he might take the longest to adjust and learn how to handle it.

But just because he might not get it at first doesn’t mean he’s rude!!

It’s more of a “What? Why are you saying you're sorry? You didn’t do anything?” Kinda confused-

He’s a confused ol man, forgive him.

Though, he would understand the bullying thing like 100%

He’s no stranger to rude comments or being talked to as if he has no feelings, typical bully behavior even if he wouldn’t talk about it or call them bullies, just,,, assholes?

That and the feelings that come from thinking about those comments is something he understands, and something that he can try and a headspace he will gladly try to help you out of.

#Andre Lee #Dr. Andre Lee #Andre Lee x reader #Reagan Ridley #Reagan Ridley x reader #Brett Hand #Brett Hand x reader #Gigi Thompson #Gigi Thompson x reader #Magic Myc #Myc #Myc Cellium #Myc x reader #Glenn Dolphman #Glenn Solphman x reader #Inside Job #Inside Job imaagine #inside job headcanon #Inside Job x gn!reader #Inside Job x gn reader #sfw #I am sorry it took so long sjjsjs #I tried my very best I pinkie promise #thank you for the ask I appreciate it so very much <3

[bonbonchocolates]

Bad Boy's Obsession

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When the bad boy of your school develops a crush on you.....

Warnings: yandere tae, obsessive behaviour, obsession at first sight, non-con, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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Y/N's POV:

I and my family recently moved from Gwacheon to Daegu due to my father's job purpose. It has been a week since we moved here and in this one week, we unpacked our stuff and decorated our new house. It was mostly me and my elder brother who did the decoration as my dad has to go to his job and my mom was busy making friends with our new neighbours most of the time. After a lot of hard work we were finally able to decorate the house.

I still didn't get time to explore Daegu but I really like the the neighbourhood. The neighbours we have are very kind and friendly. I really hoped all the people in this city should be like them but I know it's not possible.

There was a boy who lived in the house right in front of mine. He was around your age. He is really very cute. Maybe I am falling for him.

What am I even thinking?

Just yesterday I was at my window when I saw him outside his house. My heart fluttered and I was busy staring at him until he caught me staring. He smiled at me.

Oh that smile, I can die for it.

What am I thinking again?

My cheeks turned red and I was embarrassed. I quickly looked away from him.

I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realise how late I was getting for my first day of high school until my mom called my name.

After realising that I was getting late, I dressed up, ate breakfast and quickly left for school.

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My father dropped me to school and I was now standing in front of the school's gate. I just hoped that everyone in the school were as kind and helpful as the people in our neighborhood. But we don't get what we hope for. With that I entered the school campus. I asked a few students where the office was. I got my time table and by a lot of struggles I found my class.

When I entered the class everyone's eyes were on me. I just felt like to disappear from there. I scanned the whole class and finally found an empty seat at the corner. I quickly went there and sat down.

After a few minutes to the teacher entered the classroom. He firstly greeted us and instructed us to take out our book and notebook. It was our maths class.

Boring, right?

No.

Actually I love maths.

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Time Skip (I'm lazy lol 😂):

It was finally time to go home. I was waiting outside the campus, waiting for my dad or my oppa to pick me up.

The day went on full swing. I even made a new friend, her name was Yoorim. She is amazing, if I were a boy I would probably date her.

Today I was the centre of attention. Each and every one had their eyes on me. I guess they were captivated by my beauty.

I'm World Wide Beautiful afterall.

Though everyone had their eyes on me, one boy stood out. The stares he gave me were creeping me out. By his looks I assumed that he was a senior. He was totally covered with tattoos. He really gave a bad boy vibe to me but he was undoubtedly handsome and good looking. Under different circumstances I would have fallen for him.

But no.

I don't want to fall for him because a feeling inside me was begging me to stay away from him. I also inquired Yoorim about him. She told me to maintain your distance from him because he was the popular Bad Boy of our school.

I was busy in my thoughts when I suddenly heard a honk of a car.

"Are you coming or not?"

Shouted my brother.

"Coming, Jin Oppa"

I quickly went and sat in the passenger seat beside my brother. He then started the engine and we both headed on our way back to home.

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Unknown POV:

It was recess time, I was heading towards the canteen when I saw my friends staring at something, particularly staring at someone. When I followed to where they were staring my heart stopped.

It was a really beautiful girl, she looked like an angel. I never believed in love at the first sight until I saw her. In a few seconds I was madly in love with her.

I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to hide her from the rest of the world. I wanted to be the only person to admire her beauty.

"Soon"

I whispered to myself before my lips curved into a smirk.

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Time Skip (Again, I'm lazy lol😂):

Y/N POV:

Life went on smoothly and I was really happy with my life. In school I gained a lot of popularity because of my beauty. I made a lot of new friends in this two months but still Yoorim is my bestie.

The boy who lives right in front of our house, whom I mentioned before. He and I got really close and now we were pretty good friends.

But still there was a problem.

It was the one and only Bad Boy of our school. Recently I discovered that his name was Kim Taehyung. He is the son of one of the leading businessmen in the world.Each and every day was the same with him. He always stares at me with the same eyes filled with lust, hunger, love-

I couldn't figure out what.

At first I used to ignore him but now it is getting out of hands. He was present

everywhere you go. Nowadays you even spotted him in your neighborhood with his group of friends. At first I thought it was a coincidence but now I was damn sure it is not just a coincidence.

But I can't do anything because he belongs to a powerful family and above that he was hella rich. I can't even tell my parents or my oppa about it because they would really get worried about it and they are already stressed with their lives. You don't want to give them more stress.

Excect this Bad Boy thing everything was fine. I don't worry about Taehyung because I don't think he would do something to me-

Right?

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It was another day of school. Today you were pretty excited because it was Yoorim's birthday today.

While reaching school you quickly stared your mission on searching for Yoorim. But she was nowhere to be seen. After a few minutes of searching you finally found Yoorim. She was near her locker. Her back was facing you.

You slowly went to her and backhugged her.

"Happy Birthday Yoorim!"

You wished her and broke the hug.

She then turned back, now facing you. She hugged you back again.

"Thanks Y/N"

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Time Skip:

It was recess time, me and Aisha were heading to the canteen while talking about random things. When I heard someone calling my name. I turned back and found San there.

"Hi"

I greeted him and were about to turn back when someone held my right wrist. I looked back and saw it was San. I personally didn't like him because he was really annoying.

"Y/N why don't you become my girlfriend?"

He asked.

Again the same question. Maybe it was the hundredth time he asked me the same question. When I said my life is perfect, I excluded people like him.

"San leave me. I said before that I don't want to be your girlfriend. I'm not interested to be in a relationship right now."

"Y/N please"

He pleaded to me while tightening his grip on your hand.

"San leave Y/N. She already made it clear that she doesn't like you. "

Yoorim said while trying to free my hand from San's grip.

"Y/N li-"

He couldn't complete his sentence when he met with a punch on his face. His grip on your wrist loosened and he stumbled backwards.

I looked at the person who punched San and it was none other than

Kim Taehyung.

His eyes were red in anger. It seemed like he is about to murder San. I have never seen him this angry before.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?"

Taehyung growled.

Wha-

What is he saying? I'm are not his. Infact I don't belong to anyone.

Taehyung was once again about to punch San, when his friends arrived and held him. San's friends also arrived and picked San up from the floor.

"I'll see you."

San threatened Taehyung before leaving from there.

I turned to Yoorim and found her looking at the whole scene unfolding with wide eyes. I quickly held her hand and dragged her from there. Everyone gathered there.

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Right now we were having dinner and I couldn't focus on anything. The incident that took place in our school kept flashing on my mind.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?"

His words were ringing in my head. It didn't fail to give me goosebumps. What did he mean by that?

"Sweetie, don't you like the food?"

My mother asked when she saw that I was not eating my food.

"No Eomma, I love it."

I said.

"Then eat fast. Don't sit idle."

Jin Oppa seemed that something was off with me but still he decided not to ask me about it in front of our parents.

After a few minutes I was done with my eating.

"I'm done."

I announced, before quickly heading to my room.

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It was almost midnight when I felt someone's presence above. I quickly opened my eyes and found Taehyung sitting on my bed, his eyes were on me. It seemed that he was admiring me, with eyes full of lov-

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?"

"Shh sweetheart let me admire you."

He said before climbing on top of me. I tried to push him with all my strength but failed because he was too strong. Having no options left I called for my family.

"Omma, Appa, Jin Oppa, HELP!"

I yelled so that they could hear me.

"Shh sweetheart, don't shout no one is coming to help you. No one can save you from this monster. Let me have you."

With that he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately.

In a moment we were both naked on my bed, with him inside me, pounding in me. The pain was too much to handle. He was moaning in pleasure while I was crying in helplessness.

"Mine, Forever."

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Borahae 💜

#yandere taehyung #yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung

[omgkalyppso]

So I really enjoyed the Orc Heritage Armour questline. After getting into dragonflight and Alexstrasza, Kalecgos and Khadgar kind of acting like they'd never met Borgakh (again), being welcomed and greeted by Thrall / Go'el and his family was so fucking delightful.

I'm going to post the screenshots from the final cutscene first and then a few more things with commentary below the cut.

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Be warned it's long. You can press J to skip it on desktop if you open and change your mind.

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Tbh, having not played dragonflight I thought they were about to throw Eitrigg into the Nathanos role and this was going to be related to world quests. I'm glad it wasn't. Eitrigg's history makes me uncomfortable.

I care them.

While I kind of wish they'd let Drek'thar cast from his wheelchair, it's also interesting to think of him having some mobility.

I know some people really don't like Aggra, but I have and do, and I found this delightful. A circle completed.

All the little moments with Durak were very sweet. Very grounding after other story elements in the main plot have gotten so convoluted and absurd.

Thank you, Rexxar, for also recognizing a title (Huntmaster). I was really thrown when Khadgar was back to calling you Adventurer and not either Champion, Hero, or My Friend — too open ended for people new to the game!! ^^;

I go back and forth with the Countess from the Court of Harvesters and Huntmaster titles when I run around with Borgakh because while I still hate shadowlands for what it did to the various in game religions (and the orcs especially since I'm biased) I think these titles would mean a lot to her. To be acknowledged and given the promise of authority / contribution / significance wrt Countess, and to be acknowledged by her peers wrt Huntmaster, which is also tied up in my favorite expansion and all the seeds of Horde and Alliance working to a better future together.

When it came to choosing a clan, I imagined Borgakh sharing a look with Aggra about how it was "obvious" that now, given the choice, that she would follow Thrall / Go'el anywhere. But unlike how it presents the player character as having never belonged to a clan, Borgakh has been for Years, headcanoned as part of the Warsong clan. I felt it added depth and weight to her struggles.

And then not only did Thrall / Go'el have The Weakest pitch for joining his clan (undoubtedly because they knew he and the Frost Wolves were going to sweep anyway), but I got to the choice screen and imagined the question for Borgakh as being, "But would I give up a core part of my identity for you?"

She is still part of his Horde, and she would die for him and his family, but I decided to keep her a member of the Warsong clan.

Borgakh has had maxed cooking in this game for like, ever. And that the final trial was to prepare a meal as an offering for her ancestors was something I really enjoyed. That the cookbook included a spicy as hell recipe from the Warsong was a bonus and reaffirmed my enjoyment of maintaining her membership with her clan.

I really appreciated this. After shadowlands? Bring me back to the uncertainty and faith of the past wrt what happens after death and the peace and connection with those lost and those who remain.

That this quest began with the premise that the orcs felt disconnected from each other and their culture and clans and this gathering and a new ceremony to replace the old coming of age ones that an orc could take part in regardless of age was very sweet. I have so many more screenshots of all the smaller npc's and things they've said in case I want to revisit it either for myself or for fic writing in the future. Loved it.

Thank you if you read my rambling.

#long post #world of warcraft #borgakh

[forever-rogue]

can I request something for our sweet boy Eddie? reader is cautious of eddies smoking / drinking bc she's had experiences associated to them and they're not the best. my uncle does it a lot and it can affect happy family gatherings and more in the past that I can't remember, but everyone older then me seems to and makes me be careful because of whatever happened. and I see many fics glorifying those habits. you can do whatever plot you think fits best. 💚

AN | Okay, so I totally know where you’re coming from and I get it. So would Eddie!  Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Drug, Alcohol mention

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was an enigma. Which is, undoubtedly, one of the many things you liked about him. He wasn’t afraid to be different, wasn’t afraid to speak his mind or his truth. He was also, you know, very pretty, which didn't hurt anything. You liked his long hair, the wavy roguish strands, his big brown eyes, and that smile that made your heart melt. He was, in essence, a man you'd harbored a crush on for a long time.

But you'd never do anything about it. Absolutely not. For all his virtues and good qualities, there were certain vices that had you keeping your distance from him. Besides the fact that you were painfully shy, and pretty much invisible except to your small friend group. While you knew so much about Eddie Munson, you were positive he didn't even know your name. 

You found out, one chilly fall morning, that you were dead wrong.

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You should have known it was going to be a horrible, no good, very bad day as soon as you were getting ready for school and nothing seemed to go right. Your favorite dress had a rip, your makeup came out all wrong, you'd forgotten to make lunch, and almost missed the school bus. If the driver hadn't been feeling generous, you were sure you would have ended up walking to school, but your pathetic running and yelling as he pulled away had him garnering sympathy for you.

But eventually you'd made it to school, feeling like an utter clown but at least you were on time. You managed a quick stop at your locker, grabbing out your binders and books for your morning classes, almost running to make it to first period on time.

And you would have…had you not shut your locker and managed to immediately run into him. Him being, as fate would have it, none other than Eddie Munson. Your collision managed to knock the papers and books from both of your hands and you groaned deeply. Eddie's natural reaction had been to recoil, sure you were going to flip out at him, but instead you gave him an almost pathetically sorry look.

"I am so sorry, Eddie," you picked everything off the dirty, sticky floor and organized it before handing everything back to him in a neat stack. It was more put together than before your little accident and he felt warmth rise up in his cheeks, "I'm such an…idiot. And now I've made us both late. Sorry again."

You scooped your things up and stuffed them into your backpack before standing back up. Eddie's hand gently grabbed your arm to keep you from moving away just yet. He whispered your name before softly asking, "are you alright?"

"I'm just having an off morning 's all," you were surprised he even knew your name. You'd always felt so invisible around not just him, but most of your classmates, "I should get going to class before old man Johnson makes things even worse."

"Okay," he gave you a small, tentative little smile, "see you around."

All you managed to do was to give him a hesitant little nod before tearing down the hallway and leaving him watching you in amusement.

You knew his name. Holy fuck. He wouldn't have thought you'd known who he was. And you'd been so kind and sweet, despite your literal run in having been half his fault. He never thought you'd so much as give him the time of day. But you had. And that was something he didn't plan on forgetting anytime soon.

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When lunch time came around, you were starving. Your plan was to buy lunch since you had neglected to make it, but once you'd gotten your tray of food - if it could even really be called that - and were ready to pay, you realized you didn't have any money on. Fantastic.

You looked around as if something was just going to magically solve your problem. But somehow…it did. Eddie Munson was at your side and holding out money to the annoyed looking lunch lady. Too stunned to speak, you trailed after him as he walked away. He caught sight of your big, wide doe eyes and chuckled lightly, "everything alright?"

"You didn't have to do that," you stammered nervously, feeling warm under his scrutinizing gaze, "to pay for my lunch. I could have left it."

"I wanted to," he insisted softly, "besides, you said you've been having a rough day and I figured you could use something nice today."

"That's so kind of you," you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, "thank you, Eddie."

"See you around angel," he shot you a wink before almost skipping over to his table where his friends had been watching everything eagerly. You smiled down at your tray before making your way to your own table. 

Your best friend had seen everything, and her face was pulled into a huge smile, "I didn't realize you had a crush on Eddie Munson."

"I don't!" It was a weak lie that wasn't fooling anyone.

"Of course you don't," she playfully teased, "you act like a lovesick puppy around everyone."

"Oh my god!"

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Over the next couple of weeks, it seemed like you ran into him with increasing frequency. It seemed like whenever there was an opportunity for him to be here, he would pop up. Like saying good morning, when he appeared at your locker when you knew his wasn’t anywhere near yours. You knew something was up, but you weren’t going to push the envelope. You liked Eddie, you really did, but you were hung up on some of his lifestyle choices. He wasn’t a bad person, you knew that, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to look past that. It was on you, not him, which made you feel somehow even worse. 

Whatever was going on between the two of you would have to be it. You’d have to live with the fact that while you pined after him, Eddie Munson was never going to be yours. Even though you’d never admit it, that made your heart break.

“Heya,” his cheerful voice snapped out of your internal struggle - about him naturally - and you almost jumped out of your seat. He laughed softly before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze and sitting next to you on the picnic table bench. He didn’t even know that you knew about this spot, but he was happy to have found you. Okay…made he’d casually followed. But that made him sound like a creep, which he totally wasn’t aiming to be, “don’t mean to scare you. Sorry!”

“‘s okay,” you promised through a small smile as you clutched at your rapidly beating heart. It wasn’t the shock so much as the nerves that made it race, “what’s up, Eds?”

The little nickname made his heart soar as his big brown eyes watched you in excitement. He drummed his fingers along the aging wood of the table, attempting to search for the right words. Eddie’s own heart was beating so quickly that he was surprised you couldn’t hear it and that it didn’t burst out of his chest, “listen - I was wondering if you’d…if you’d like to hang out sometime.”

“Hang out?” you parroted, attempting vainly to hide your shock. He nodded slightly, a pretty pastel pink flush rising up in his cheeks, “you want to hang out with me?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out nervously, running a hand through his messy waves, “like…a date. Maybe we could go to the movies and grab dinner?”

“Oh,” the soft expression on your face made his knees weak and he was glad that he was sitting. You paused for a moment before looking at the ground and studying your scuffed up converse and his boots, “umm, it’s really sweet of you to ask, Eddie. I never thought…you’re really nice and funny and I think you’re a wonderful person. Really.”

“But you don’t want to go out with me,” he finished for you, and your head snapped to look at him. He kept his face pointedly neutral as you remained silent, “and I’ve just ruined any chance we even had of being friends. I’m sorry - I just thought…maybe you liked me too.”

“Eddie…fuck, I do,” you confessed and his face turned to confusion, “really. But I think we’re very different people and it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?” he kept like a child, looking at you with a small pout on his pretty face, “we could try.”

“I…listen, please don’t take this the wrong way, because like I said I really do like you and I do think you’re amazing,” you promised, “but I don’t…the alcohol and the drugs. It’s not…I don’t like either of them. I-I’ve had some bad experiences with them with people in my life and it’s something I’m not entirely comfortable with. But with that - I don’t care that it’s your thing, you know? I don’t think you’re a bad, or wicked person because you like those things. It’s just…not for me. And it wouldn’t be fair of me to ask you to never drink or smoke or whatever, ya know? So…maybe we can be friends though?”

Eddie stunned into silence, a feat that few people can claim to have accomplished, as you looked at him nervously. One of the first things he appreciated, and he wished more people were like this, was the upfront honesty. You’d chosen not to beat around the bush, which was probably the easier option. He nodded after a few moments of silence filled with only nervous heartbeats and anxious breaths, “yeah, we can be friends. I…I appreciate you being honest, though. Most people would have probably made up some lame excuse and just blown me off.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” you put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “you’re really nice and funny, and I like being around you. Hey - I’ve got something to ask you.”

“Shoot.”

“Is there any more room in Hellfire for another member?” The way his whole face lit up in excitement was a thing of beauty and you can’t help but marvel at him. His smile was beautiful, toothy and all dimples and lovely. He nodded eagerly, his roguish hair bouncing around, “I-I still have a lot to learn, but I’d really like to join. If that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely,” he didn’t hesitate, his voice almost shaking with excitement, “yes. I can help teach you!”

“That sounds wonderful, Eddie. I’m really excited!”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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The next couple of months were spent getting to know Eddie, the rest of the Hellfire club, and Dungeons and Dragons. You were pretty sure you’d never had this much fun before. The only issue - and nonissue at the same time - was your ever growing feelings for Eddie. It was hard not to fall for him; he was kind, funny, smart, and handsome on top of it all. You were pretty sure that you were not the only feeling that way either; you knew Eddie could feel it as well, but he never did anything to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. He was way too good for that. 

But as was the natural order of things, it all had to come to a head at some point.

“Hey,” his hand was on top of yours, stopping you from grabbing anything further off the table in your effort to clean up after another Hellfire session. You felt your skin tingling from his touch, his fingertips rough and calloused but still so soft. You turned around to face him and saw the confused look on his face.

“Eds?” your voice was soft and he was almost positive it would be the death of him, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he almost choked out as you looked at him, “I was just…listen. I really like you, and I thought I was okay with being just friends, but I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you. Every day you do something that makes me…fall for you a little more. And I remember what you said and I think I…I have kind of a solution?”

“A solution?” you repeated, your eyes sparkling with amusement, “Eddie, I don’t want you to have to change anything or do anything different just because of me.”

“Well, when you really like someone, you’re willing to do things differently,” he shrugged as if it was no big deal, “I was thinking…if you’re willing that is, that maybe we could try, you know, going out. And in turn, I promise, I won’t drink or smoke around you. I mean like before or after, whatever. None of that around you at all.”

“Eddie…” the corners of your mouth were pulling up into a small smile as he returned your shy expression, “I…you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I really like you, angel,” and oh. Those words were enough to make you weak, “and besides, I could probably use a break from that shit too.”

“I don’t want you to have to change who you are,” you repeated and he nodded in acknowledgment, “I…how about this? How about you can still do all that stuff, but just don’t expect me to?”

“I would never,” he insisted, his body humming in excitement, “but still - I won’t do it around you, and won’t expect you to. But does…that mean you’ll let me take you?”

“Yes,” you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, “I’d really like that, Eddie.”

“Really?” he still seemed surprised at the fact that not only did you actually like him, but you actually wanted to go out with him. You nodded and his smile stretched from ear to ear, “c-can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #josephn quinn x reader

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

My Sweetest Downfall - Chapter Six

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Work Summary:

Eddie’s back from the Upside Down, but things aren’t exactly how he left them. Hawkins is in pieces, his friends are scattered and the love of his life is… pregnant?

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3326

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye @eddiesgirlforever @harrys-tittie @munsonmoonshine86

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Previous Chapter

Notes:

warnings for medical stuff, pregnancy stuff, allusions to King Steve, bullying, drug mentions, choking, mind control, violence

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~ TWO MONTHS EARLIER ~

You were in a car again, driving to a clinic, although under much better circumstances than last time, because Steve was behind the wheel. You were going to find out your baby’s gender today.

After the stunt your parents tried to pull, Steve had taken you over to Hopper and Joyce’s place. You had stayed with Joyce and the kids, while Hop, Steve and Jonathan, as well as Hopper’s Russian friend Dmitri, went back to your house to talk to your parents.

None of them would tell you what happened, just that your parents were leaving town again. You couldn’t help but be grateful.

The two of you had stayed the night (Steve taking the couch, you commandeering Will’s room while Will shared with Eleven) and when you went home the next day, your parents were long gone.

With your parents gone, and unlikely to be coming back any time soon, you and Steve made a decision. You would stay at your parents’ house for a few more months, just to give you time to save up some extra money, since your parents were undoubtedly about to cut you off.

You had picked up some part-time secretarial work at the police station, while Steve took on more Family Video shifts.

Once he’d told Robin about your plan to move out, she had decided to throw her lot in with you as well. That was good. Splitting rent three ways was cheaper than two, and she’d be able to help out once the baby came.

It was strange. Your baby was becoming more and more real by the minute. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like, but every time you pictured it, you could only see Eddie’s face. You wondered how you would bear it.

What if you couldn’t care for your baby because looking at it only reminded you of your grief? Or worse, what if your baby looked nothing like Eddie, and over time every memory of his face faded?

“Are you okay?” asked Steve, making you jump. The car was parked in the parking lot of the clinic – your clinic, not the one your parents had taken you to – and Steve was watching you with concern.

You swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Well, we don’t wanna be late, but we can talk about it after, if you want? I’ll buy you lunch?” he offered, as if he wasn’t paying for all your food anyway. He insisted that all the money you were earning should be for you to spend on yourself and the baby.

“That sounds nice.”

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The nurse bustled into the examination room, where you were already settled, lying back on the bed with your tummy exposed. She was an older woman, with a kind face.

“Hello dear, my name is Laura. I need to ask you a few questions before we get started.” She glanced at Steve, who was sitting in the chair beside you. “Is this the father?”

“No,” you both said, very quickly.

“I’m her brother,” said Steve, at the same time that you said, “The father is…” You trailed off, feeling your eyes begin to sting.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “The father is dead. He died shortly after the baby was conceived.”

The nurse gave you a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry. The earthquakes?” You swallowed, and nodded. “Well, I don’t want to make this any more traumatic for you than it needs to be, so I’ll try to be quick about it.”

She took a brief medical history from you, filling out information on a clipboard. You answered robotically, wanting to get to the important part.

“Alright, this is going to feel quite cold. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Despite her warning, you winced as the cool gel was spread over your bump. As she pressed the ultrasound wand to your tummy, you looked at Steve, but he was staring at the screen.

There was your baby. It looked like a peanut. The nurse pointed out the baby’s head to you, but you couldn’t respond. Your mouth was too dry.

“And do you want to know the baby’s sex?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She examined the image on the screen, shifting the wand slightly. “It looks like you’re having a little baby girl.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You looked at Steve, and saw that he was crying.

“A girl,” you breathed, picturing a child with long dark curls and big brown eyes. Steve squeezed your hand, letting out a shaky laugh. Tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you weren’t even trying to wipe them away anymore.

*

The first time that you ever interacted with Eddie Munson, you were in your sophomore year.

You were the polar opposite of your brother. He was cool, and popular, and had a different girl hanging off his arm every week. You were dorky and shy, and the mean girls in your class could smell blood in the water from a mile away.

You had just closed your locker and turned to walk to your next class when a foot caught around your ankle, sending you headlong, your books flying out of your hands. From behind you, you could hear your bullies tittering as they walked away.

Your knees stung where they had scraped along the floor. As you started to gather up your books, you couldn’t seem to get your hands to move fast enough. The idea of going to your next class, of having to sit in front of those girls, filled you with dread.

It wasn’t as if you had many friends at high school. You were quiet and nerdy and kept to yourself. Steve, who had always been there to protect you throughout your childhood, was distant now. He was almost an adult, and he didn’t have time to hang out with his kid sister.

You’d probably cramp his style anyway. As you began stuffing your textbooks into your bag, a pair of scruffy sneakers entered your line of sight.

“You okay?” came a voice from above you. You looked up into the eyes of Eddie Munson, local drug dealer and drop-out waiting to happen. Or least, that’s what people said.

“I, uh… Yeah.” Your voice cracked embarrassingly, and you realised you were about ten seconds away from bursting into tears.

Eddie held out his hand to you, and you let him help you to your feet.

“It’s Harrington, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. And you’re Eddie Munson.”

He flashed you a grin. “I see my reputation precedes me. But what is a goody two shoes like you still doing here? Aren’t you gonna be late for class?” He drummed his fingers against a locker. He seemed unable to keep still.

You blew out some air from between your lips. You were already late, and the thought filled you with an anxiety that hit you like pain in the chest. The image of your bully sneering at you as you stumbled in, five minutes late, was unbearable. “Fuck going to class. The bitch who tripped me is in that class.”

Eddie’s eyes widened mischievously. “In that case, I know a spot that none of the teachers know about. You wanna hang out?”

You looked at him. He was smiling at you, but there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes. You realised that he was putting himself out on a limb here.

“Fuck it. Lead the way.”

His eyes glinted as he beckoned you to follow him.

*

That evening, you’d had to take the bus home, because Steve was hanging out with his asshole friends after school. You didn’t mind it. It was nice to have the house to yourself. Hanging out with your brother wasn’t as fun as it used to be.

It was after 11pm by the time he got home. You were eating pizza while watching a movie. He stopped in the doorway and regarded you.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, and he sighed.

“Tommy said he saw you walking into the woods with Eddie Munson earlier.”

Your heart sank. “And?”

Steve bit his lip. “I’m not telling you what to do, but be careful, alright? That guy is bad news. And he’s way too old to be hanging out with you anyway.” You scoffed, but Steve continued. “I’m serious, okay? The guy’s a freak.” 

“He’s really nice, actually,” you snapped back at him. “I’m done with this conversation.”

*

You had never been happier to prove Steve wrong. Eddie was never anything short of a gentleman to you. He was almost too much of a gentleman.

It took a few months for you to realise that you were developing a bit of a crush on Eddie Munson. By that point, you hung out all the time, getting high and avoiding doing homework.

You got the sense that he was holding you at arm’s length. He would never sit too close to you, would never touch you if he could avoid it.

At the time, you had assumed he just didn’t like you that way, but in retrospect, it was probably because he was two years older than you.

You had no idea that he might’ve felt in any way the same as you did until that one night at Reefer Rick’s. You had a feeling that Steve had known before you had.

“I just don’t like you hanging around with him,” he’d said one evening after Eddie had dropped you off in his van.

“Oh, so now you care?” you’d snapped back at him, and he’d flushed.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

You’d rolled your eyes. “We’re just friends.”

“Look.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know what guys are like. I’m just trying to look out for you, okay?”

“If you got your way, I wouldn’t have any friends at all.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he’d said, but you were done having the conversation. You’d stormed off up to your room and slammed the door behind you.

But Steve now was nothing like Steve then. He was still protective of you, but he was kinder. Maturity, grief, and the years of being an unwilling babysitter had softened his sharp edges.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked you. Again, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, except this time you were in the parking lot of the motel that Wayne Munson was staying in. It was two days since you’d found out you were having a baby girl, and in those two days, you had realised that Wayne deserved an opportunity to be a part of that little girl’s life.

You liked Wayne plenty, although you barely knew him. He was always civil and courteous to you, but you knew from Eddie that he was a whole lot more than that. Eddie idolised him. You knew that Eddie would want Wayne in his daughter’s life.

You looked down at the photocopy of the sonogram that showed your baby girl.

“I already told him that I’m pregnant on the phone. That was the hard part,” you said.

Steve squeezed your shoulder. “I’m here with you.”

Wayne met you in front of his motel room. There was a moment’s hesitation from both of you, but you decided to hug him. He smelled clean, like soap and a trace of engine oil.

It was a warm evening, so the three of you sat at a little picnic table on a patch of grass beside the parking lot. Before any of you could speak, you slid the photocopy of the sonogram across the table to Wayne.

“I want you to have this,” you said as he picked it up. “The first picture of my baby girl.”

“A girl, huh?” Wayne wiped his eyes on a handkerchief, and you tactfully didn’t acknowledge the fact that he was crying. “Have you thought of any names for her yet? I know it’s early days.”

You hesitated. You hadn’t even told Steve what you wanted to name the baby.

“Melody,” you said. “Because Eddie was a musician.” Was. It still stung to say.

“Little Melody,” Wayne mused. A smile flickered across his face. “I like it.”  

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Eddie released you and you sucked in a breath, your hands flying to your throat.

“Let go! Let go of her!” shouted Lucas, pulling on his arm. Eddie may have been bigger, but Lucas was athletic. Now that Eddie was no longer resisting, Lucas was able to drag him off you.

Your hands were covering your neck, mercifully hiding the bruises he knew were forming. His stomach was churning hard.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

You looked back at him, your eyes wet with tears, and Eddie’s heart shattered into a million pieces. He’d hurt you. He’d never meant to hurt you, but he had.

Dimly, he realised Dustin was yelling into the microphone attached to the switchboard, trying to get someone to help.

“I’m coming,” came Steve’s voice. “I never should’ve left her alone.”

“Steve, no-” Your voice came out weak, and you coughed. Instinctively, Eddie reached for you to comfort you, but pulled back suddenly, realising you may not want his comfort right now. Pushing yourself up using the coffee table, you went over to the switchboard and commandeered the mic. “Steve?”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked. “Did he hurt you?”

“Don’t come here,” you said. “Stick to the plan.”

“But-”

“Look, whatever just happened, happened because Vecna wanted it to. He’s trying to draw you away. Don’t give him what he wants.”

“Screw Vecna, I just need to know that you’re okay.”

You turned and looked at Eddie. There was a burning sensation in his chest, like shame he had never felt before. The evidence of violence – unwilling as it had been – was written into the bruises on your neck. If there was anything he could do to fix this, he would.

“Vecna isn’t controlling him right now.”

“But what’s to stop him from doing it again?”

“Tie me up,” Eddie cut in. You looked at him, wide-eyed. “I can’t hurt you if I’m tied up.”

“What if you need to fight?” you asked, and he shook his head.

“It’s too risky. I can’t hurt you. I won’t. Please. Just tie me up.”

You swallowed. “Okay.” You turned back to the microphone. “We’re gonna tie Eddie up.”

“I heard.” The disapproval in Steve’s voice was evident.

“Please, just…” You took a deep breath. “Please just stick to the plan, okay? We’ve got to do this on our terms, not Vecna’s.”

There was a long pause, and then Steve sighed. “Fine.”

Fortunately, Hopper had anticipated the need to keep someone incapacitated. There were a couple of sets of handcuffs, as well as a closet with a sturdy, lockable door.

Eddie held out his hands to you so that you could cuff him. You decided to cuff his hands in front of him rather than behind, for his comfort. In spite of everything, you didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured to you as he walked into the closet, almost too quiet for you to hear.

You cleared your throat, which still stung. “Not your fault.”

“Still.” He swung around to look at you, a pleading look in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Not just for this.” He gestured at your neck. “For all of it. Dying. Leaving you. Hurting you. I never wanted any of that for you.”

“You didn’t die,” you said, wiping away a few stray tears. You’d taken a couple of cushions from the sofa, so you busied yourself arranging them, and then set a bottle of water on the floor for him.

“I think I did. I don’t know what I am now.” You could only stare at him. There was a long pause, and then he said, “you should probably close the door. Before… you know…”

“Right.”

You were just about to close the door when he said, “Wait.” You hesitated, and immediately regretted it when he lunged at you, a sickening grin on his face.

You slammed the closet door just in time to hear him collide with it and then curse loudly. Eddie was gone. Vecna had him again.

From the living room, you heard shouting. Your fingers were trembling as you locked the closet using the three deadbolts Hopper had installed.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie whined, sounding so unlike himself. “I just wanna have fun. Can’t we have fun?”

“Get out of his head,” you hissed.

“I love you, you know that?” You stopped in your tracks. “You’re my dream girl. I’ve been in love with you for years.” Your heart was hammering in your chest. These weren’t Eddie’s words, as much as you wanted them to be.

Footsteps were rushing towards you. Dustin was calling your name. You turned to see him looking frantic. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will. And Max. They- They’re-”

Blood ice cold in your veins, you sprinted past him, back into the living room. To your horror, the front door was wide open. You ran to close it, but Dustin blocked you.

“Will ran out there. Mike followed him.”

“Shit.” You rushed to the door and looked outside, but it was pitch dark. “Why did he do that?” Shadows danced in between the trees, too fast for you to make out.

“He was in some kind of trance, and-”

Lucas shouted your name. You had to resist the urge to put your hands over your ears.

“I need your help,” he shouted. The terror in his voice made you turn around. He was holding Max, but her body was limp, her eyes rolled back into her head. You saw that he had put her headphones on.

“Let’s get her into the bedroom,” you said. The bedroom had been prepared as a last resort. It was where the weapons were, and was even more heavily fortified than the rest of the cabin. “Close the door, but keep watch for Mike and Will. Don’t do anything without me,” you said to Dustin and Erica.

Between you, you and Lucas managed to lift Max into her wheelchair, wheel her into the bedroom and manoeuvre her onto the bed. You checked that her music was still playing, and thankfully, it was. You hoped against hope that it would still work.

From next door, you heard a huge, horrifying crash. Everything was happening so fast, and despite being surrounded by people, you had never felt so alone.

“Stay with her,” you said to Lucas, although you knew that there wasn’t a force on this earth that could tear him away from her now.

The living room was carnage, even worse than how you’d just left it. You almost tripped over a sofa cushion on the ground. Dustin was lying in the shattered remains of the switchboard, and Erica was trying to hold the front door shut by herself.

There was a strange hissing, and then you realised what Erica was trying to hold off. Trapped with its head in the doorframe, its body outside, was a demodog. It was trying to wrap its head around her legs, and she was kicking at it ineffectually.

Something slammed into the door hard, almost knocking Erica off balance. That snapped you into action.

You ran to her side and grabbed the baseball bat that was by the front door. You brought down the bat with all your strength on the creature’s head, and then continued beating it until its head slipped back through the gap.

Adding your strength to Erica’s, you shoved the door back into place. You held it shut while she fumbled with all the locks, and at last, it stopped shaking.

“What happened?” you asked, out of breath.

“Eddie,” she said, her big eyes shiny with tears. “He escaped.”

Next Chapter

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x harrington!reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x sister!reader

[wondero28]

4town Boys & Their Ace Pokemon

Vs the pokemon everyone thinks their Ace is!

Happy Pokemon Day :]

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Robaire: Cinccino

- Robaire’s ace is of course a lovely and well kept Cinccino! He’s had her for a long while now & evolved her himself

- The two get along great and enjoy doing self care together!

- Robaire got her as a present from family in his teenage years as a birthday gift. He’s a big fan of Minccino & has probably done multiple fashion looks based off Minccino/Cinccino!

- However, until Robaire iconized his love for the pokemon, many expected a much different Ace from him 👀 and while answers varied, Robaire’s most common expectation was: Furfrou!

- Maybe its because he’s a diva, maybe it’s because its a fashion pokemon & he’s a fashionable guy, maybe its cause every other city kid had one- but not Robaire! He never much had an interest in getting one either, he’s not the fondest of the common Furfrou rudeness

- He’s probably also modeled with a lot of Furfrou in the past for shoots, which definitely doesn’t help with the misunderstanding of his Ace Pokemon- but nowadays he tries to be an openly proud & notable Cinccino trainer ✨

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Jesse: Claydol

- Jesse’s ace of choice is his best friend: Claydol! He befriended this pokemon at a young age & grew with her :]!

- The two are eerily in sync and sometimes scare folks, but are undeniably a perfect duo

- Jesse found Claydol back when she was a Baltoy! He discovered her in a ditch while looking for “buried treasure” as a kid & ended up making a lifelong friend who loves & helps protect/watch his kids

- However, being an artist, Jesse faces every artist’s struggle of what ppl assume. Everyone thinks his ace is the ever iconic Smeargle 💀

- And dont get it twisted! Jesse has a Smeargle! He got one when he was very little as a birthday gift, unfortunately, he & Jesse butt heads A LOT and can hardly agree on anything! They are as perfect out of sync as Jesse & Claydol are in sync!

- Regardless Jesse loves his Smeargle, he loves his Claydol, he’s just tired of everyone assuming who’s his “most important” pokemon

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Tae Young: Tranquill or Pidove!

- Tae Young’s ace is Tranquill & Pidove! And its no surprise, not after he’s iconized his love for the birds!

- He and all of his pigeony pals are well coordinated & loving! He has extremely high friendship/love with his pokenon

- Tae was absolutely awestruck with Pidove after moving away from Johto, he fell in love with the pokemon and would quickly grow to adopt and evolve his own! His love for the birds would grow so large that it’d become a part of his gimmick as a trainer!

- And while many newer fans know who Tae’s ace is, older fans of Tae before he joined 4*Town are always a bit confused to see he doesn’t have a Natu!

- Growing up a Johto kid, Natu was one of the plentiful pokemon in his area! And it took his favorite spot for a very long time, similarly to Pidove now- Natu used to be Tae’s most iconic pokemon!

- And while he has a Xatu back home with his grandma that he loves dearly, its really honestly more of her Pokémon now! And he’s happy for the connection the two share <:3

Bonus: Tae still has a Natu on his team & its shiny, but its very self conscious of that so Tae helps it “dress up” as a normal Natu

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Aaron T: Gliscor

- Aaron T’s ace is the one and only Gliscor! And he’s just as bold as his trainer is, they’re not shy to doing stupid tricks together

- The two share a single braincell, its really impressive how they manage to pull anything off

- T of course found his friend as a Gligar when he was younger, undoubtedly finding the little bat while exploring somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. I dont imagine he properly caught Gligar for awhile either… rather he just.. kept grabbing it & dragging it back home??

- Either way they’re besties now, you couldn’t separate the two for anything! And while many fans think the duo is iconic, few folk’s ever guess T’s ace correctly! Rather, many suspect T to have: Pikachu!

- T loves Pikachu (though he loves Raichu more), but he’s never had one or thought to have one. He was forbidden from having any electric types as a kid (for obvious reasons) & thats still engrained in his brain. But he does love the electric mouse :]!

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Aaron Z: Swoobat

- Aaron Z’s ever illusive Ace is Swoobat! Who is undeniably the most sweet of any of the pokemon listed <:]!

- Z & Swoobat share an awkward aura together, and while they seem to understand each other perfectly- others seem to have a hard time connecting

- Swoobat was a gift for Z from an older sibling, he received Swoobat as is and has been attached to him since he was a teen. Swoobat was the main of his older sister before she left for college :,]! She passed Swoobat on since Z actually wanted to be a trainer when he was an adult

- But while Swoobat & Z are fan favorites to Z’s portion of the fanbase- more uneducated fans often dont know Z has a pokemon! In the beginning of the group, Z’s ace was teased and was a mystery! The most popular speculation still haunts Z, many still assume is ace is: Meinshao

- He has a meinfoo from managers, one who dances with him and is training to evolve, but he finds that Meinfoo gets along much better with T & Gliscor then himself. So he often lets the 3 play around & hopes to trade Meinfoo over one day

#4town #they come from 4 regions :] #in this Au i imagine 4town is a pokemon show/trainer group #jesse’s kids & smeargle get alonf really well #the aarons both have bat pokemon #t has an uncanny ability to befriend any pokemon he meets #4town jesse #4town imagines #4townie #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4 town

[theemporium]

[1.5k] slytherin!reader, fancy parties and forced proximity in the guise of ignoring walburga black.

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Much to everyone’s surprise, Sirius Black was excited for his mother’s annual Christmas Gala at Grimmauld Place.

When he had said as much, his friends had looked at him as though he had grown another head. James stood there with his jaw on the floor, Remus kept blinking in disbelief, Lily was sputtering out a response, Marlene had almost snorted in shock and Dorcas had reached out to place a hand on his forehead to make sure he didn’t have a temperature. 

He could try and explain it. He could try and paint the picture, make them see it from his perspective. He could try and make them understand just why Sirius Black willingly wished to attend this gala. 

But in the end, his friends wouldn’t understand.

He just knew they wouldn’t so he didn’t bother trying to explain it to them. He simply shrugged off their questions, waved a dismissive hand at their ideas to get him out of attending and pretended like everything was normal. 

Because the truth of the matter was that Sirius only showed up to his mother’s gala in an uncomfortable three-piece suit and suffocating tie because he knew he would see you at the gala. 

Unlike most people at these events, your family weren’t born into the Sacred Twenty-Eight but that didn’t take away from your family’s prestige or respect. They were the same as the rest of this lot: rich, influential and—arguably the most important fact—Slytherins. 

And yet it didn’t stop you from piquing the young wizard’s interest. 

“You look ravishing tonight, love,” his voice dropping to a whisper as he slid into the space beside you, leaning against the wall and watching how your calculated eyes glanced around the room. 

“Because I had so much competition,” you deadpanned, not even bothering to point out how almost every other guest was pushing sixty.

Sirius grinned. “Don’t let Bellatrix hear you saying that.” 

You turned to look at him and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. Everything about you felt like it was chosen for perfection: not a hair out of place, not a smudge on your makeup, not a tear in your dress. You looked like a fucking dream and you knew it. 

“She doesn’t scare me,” you stated simply.

“Then maybe you’re not as smart as I thought you were,” he retorted, watching with some glee as your eyes narrowed slightly. Even the smallest of reactions from you sent a rush through him.

“And you’re not as funny as people say you are,” you snapped back. 

His grin only widened. “You’ve thought about me, love?” 

“Don’t flatter yourself, Black.” 

It was tragically ironic that Sirius Black of all people was so fucking enamoured by the one person who didn’t care about him. It was tragically ironic that she was probably the picture-perfect person his mother would’ve wanted him around. It was tragically fucking ironic that he had spent the better part of his Hogwarts career mocking James’ infatuation with Lily Evans, only to fall into the same bloody hole. 

“You truly do know how to brighten up these parties,” he said to you, taking a long and hefty sip of the drink in his hand. The whiskey burned his throat and made his eyes well up a little, but there was little chance he was getting through this night completely sober. 

And there was little chance anyone would really care. 

“Like a fucking disco ball,” you muttered under your breath, which only made the boy next to you snort. You quickly turned your head before he could see the way your lips twitched upwards. 

But just as Sirius opened his mouth to say something else—undoubtedly witty and charming as his previous attempts—his gaze caught that of his mother's across the room. 

The one person he truly didn’t want to interact with. 

The last time he had spoken to Walburga Black was near the start of the summer. Unsurprising to anyone, it was a heated conversation that rose into a fight that ended with Sirius packing his stuff and heading to the Potter’s Manor for the rest of the holiday. 

He knew very well that despite what she may scream and shout, she wanted him at these events. She wouldn’t want people to see the Black family as weak or vulnerable. She would want to keep up pretenses. 

And the way she looked between the two of you, he had no doubt what was spiraling through his mother’s mind. 

The exact same fucking reason he ran away that summer. 

Walburga Black was traditional, extreme and very narrow-minded. She did things by the book, she didn’t care if times were changing or not. And with her eldest son now at the point the pureblood community considered him an adult, she was pushing for the next step in his life. 

Sirius Black had no interest in marriages and betrothments. He didn’t care about settling down or continuing his line or having an heir. He was young and reckless and wanted to continue living so. He didn’t want to be sold off to another pureblood family like a goat, like a pawn in a game he had no control over. 

But he knew with the way she was staring at him, with the potential family and brides dotted around the room, that his mother was going to try something and he knew he wanted no part of it. Not at all. 

Sirius turned his attention back to you, the momentary flash of something quite like fear quickly replaced with a charming smile as he offered you his hand. “Dance with me.” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Dance with you?” 

“Yes, dance with me,” he repeated again, and in the corner of his eye he could see his mother circling around the room, getting closer to where the two of you stood. 

“Fat chance, Black,” you deadpanned. 

“It’s pureblood tradition,” he quickly retorted, a hint of nerves peaking through his usually calm and collected voice. “You must join a gentleman in a dance if he requests so.” 

Merlin, never in a million years did Sirius Black ever think he would be thanking his pureblood etiquette training until now. 

“What are you? From the fifties?” you albeit snorted in response, not quite sure if you could believe Sirius Black of all people was pulling the tradition card on you.

But he didn’t back down, his hand still stretched out to you and you could see something like a plea in his eyes that finally made you give in. 

“Fine,” you said eventually as you placed your hand in his. “One dance, that’s it.” 

“What a good little pureblood you are,” he teased as he guided you straight into the middle of the dance floor, dozens of other couples surrounding you and thus acting as a barrier from his mother. 

Funnily enough, despite the fact Sirius was thrown into classes after birth and probably knew how to waltz before he could walk, he found his brain blanking for a few short moments as you stepped close to him. With your chests barely an inch or so away from each other, one hand resting warm on your waist and your other hands intertwined—Sirius didn’t think he had ever been so close to you and he could feel his cheeks heating up under the close proximity. 

“You know,” your voice was low enough that it could just be heard between you and Sirius, not the dancing couples around you as you moved through the space. “For a Gryffindor, you have a lot of snake-like traits that you seem so quick to shun away from.” 

Sirius gave you a look. “Like what?” 

“Well, some people may argue it’s quite cunning and sly of you to just use me at these events to hide from your mother when you have barely spoken a word to me at school,” you said to him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He was stupid for even thinking you wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, his voice a little softer. 

“It bothers me how sloppy you are,” you said honestly. “I thought the marauders were meant to be impressive schemers. You seem quite lackluster to me if that is the best you can do.” 

Sirius let out an ungraceful snort. “And would you?” 

You raised your brows. “Would I what?” 

“Would you acknowledge me if I spoke to you in school?” he asked with his voice thick in curiosity. 

Your lips twitched. “Now now, Black, I never said that.” 

He barked out a laugh. “Don’t be a tease, love. You’ll get me all worked up.”

Sirius Black knew his friends would never understand. He knew that none of them would even consider him sane. 

He also knew he was undoubtedly falling in love with a girl who would probably laugh in his face if he ever told her, who would probably roll her eyes and call him stupid. 

But he didn’t care. 

He didn’t care as he danced with her, her hand clutching his own and a spark in her eyes that gave him hope that maybe it wasn’t totally unrequited.

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#sirius black #marauders #harry potter #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black one shot #sirius black fic #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #marauders one shot #marauders fic #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter one shot #harry potter fic

[scandinavianfairytale]

She drives me crazy

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader & fantasy Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: 18+, almost a bit of stalkish Jake (on accident), meet-cute vibes, cursing, smut (male masturbation, groping, trouble getting off, description of a fantasy, cheating in the fantasy, very bad dirty talk, oral sex (m & f), fingering, brief handjob, creampie, squirting), Jake is quite sweet in this (given the warnings you wouldn't think so), awkward Jake, Bradley is also in this & he's adorable, also Natasha (I love her), a lot of Hangman puns (sorry I couldn't resist 🤣🙈)

Jake was happy. He had the reputation of one of the best pilots in the US Navy, he had a gorgeous girlfriend that supported him and had amazing friends and family back home. Life was good. Especially when he got called to Top Gun for a once in a lifetime opportunity. And then he met you.

He was happily playing pool, boasting about how he never misses his shot. Omaha was the first one that spotted Natasha, but Jake wasn’t bothered, barely nodding a hello, completely focused on the game. His hand slipped as you entered his field of vision, making him miss his hit.

Who in their right mind would wear a fucking red summer dress to the Hard Deck? 

You introduced yourself to everyone, your handshake firm, a stark contrast to the sweet smile playing on your lips. You were the star of the evening, all pilots were incredibly interested in you, especially Rooster fucking Bradshaw. Jake clenched his jaw throughout the whole night as you sat on the bar stool, laughing at the pilots' undoubtedly cheesy jokes. He had to hand it to Bradshaw, he looked cool even with his tacky Hawaiian T-Shirt.

"What's the matter Bagman? Cat got your tongue?" Natasha sauntered over to him as she observed the cocky pilot that has been gripping his pool stick way too hard.

"Shut it Phoenix." He barked back, making her snicker. She knew the effect that you had on her fellow navy men. Since she has known you, you had more than enough attention on you. The cute, young and funny addition to the marketing department. A sight for sore eyes in your civilian clothes. So it was no wonder Natasha's fellow Top Gun attendees were head over heels for you. She just didn't expect Jake Seresin to be one of them, so this was an interesting turn of events. One she thoroughly enjoyed. 

Of course she didn’t know the full effect you had on him. Jake himself didn’t realize it, until he caught you sneaking out barefooted off the base, your shoes in Bradshaw’s hand and you were trying to stifle your giggles. Bradley pushed you into the street light, kissing you goodbye and Jake felt something shift in him as he watched Bradley’s hand move to cup your breast, before you slapped it away with a smirk. 

It was the point of no return.

"C'mon." Jake let out a frustrated groan, as the same sound echoed in his room for the 17th minute. "Fuck...c'mon Hangman. C'mon!" He was angry. And frustrated. And annoyed. And so fed up. And it was all thanks to you. As he admitted defeat and left his angry red leaking cock alone, he groaned and thought about how low he fell in such a short time. He has been having problems with getting off for days now. He tried everything, calling his girlfriend, imagining all the things he'd like to do to her, when he will finally be able to see her. He never expected to be hit with blue balls, yet here he was. And he knew what he could do, but he refused to go down that road, the love for his girl back home was too strong and it just didn't feel right.

However he also knew that he was close to losing his mind, especially if he's going to have to keep watching you sitting with your crossed legs, your little dresses hiking up your legs and laughing with fucking Bradshaw.

"I'm sorry Beth..." Jake whispered as he put down the picture of his girlfriend and dimmed the lights.

"This damn dress..." He growled as he turned your body around and tore your red dress open. Jake smirked as your body tensed and you let out a soft gasp.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you something even prettier to wear." You shuddered as his lips met your heated skin. He kissed up your body, before finally finding your neck. You smelled sweet and spicy, he couldn't quite place the scent but it fit you. Your hand tangled in his hair as he sucked on your collarbone and Jake could feel his cock twitch as your soft moans finally escaped your throat. He spun you around to face him.

"Gotta see your face." He groaned as he crashed his hips into yours, making you feel his standing cock. Glancing down at his uniform trousers before meeting his eyes, you bit your lower lip. Jake smirked and kissed you harshly, his teeth scraping over your lips as well, knocking at your teeth. There was no more room for waiting anymore. He felt your hand graze his cock as you quickly unbuttoned his pants, eager to feel him.

"Well Hangman...you certainly are well hung." You giggled at your own pun, but Jake could only pant as your hand started stroking his member.

"Fuck..." Jake moaned as he finally could feel some relief as he masturbated.

"Careful, don't hang in the towel just yet. There's a lot more I wanna do with you tonight." You whispered in his ear. You were really having a good laugh on his callsign.

"Then you better let me go." Jake shuddered as your finger slid over his frenulum.

"Come on, Jake, where's that stamina you like to brag about?" He could collapse thanks to the evil grin you sported as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Let's get naked and I'll show you." Both of you lifted your eyebrows before the clothes were scattered around, leaving a crumb-like trail of your deceit.

"Damn, you're gorgeous." Jake paused as he took you in, stopping at your breasts. You weren't shy either, staring at his family jewels.

"I think there was enough talking, wouldn't you agree?" You licked your lips before pushing him to the bed and nestling yourself between his legs, grabbing at his cock. Slowly licking up the shaft, you quickly took him down your throat as much as you could, enjoying the restricted sounds Jake was giving. Your head bobbed up and down, making it obvious that you were enjoying this just as much as him, if not more.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this." Jake moaned, one of his hand grasped your head, pulling you off him, before he pulled you to him in a sloppy kiss. He turned you over, so you were under him and grabbed your legs, pushing them as open as your muscles allowed before he got a good look at your pussy.

"Well, I'm not the only one barely holding it together, now am I?" Jake teased as your pussy oozed juices, making you impossibly wet. Your back arched as his fingers penetrated you.

"Fuck, Jake!"

"That's it sweetness, give it to me." He licked the entirety of your entrance and kissed your clit, making your pussy clench around his fingers.

"Please..." You begged and Jake smirked before bending down and dipping his tongue in you.

"You taste delicious." He said to your pussy, making you keen as he blew air into you.

"Jake, please, just fuck me already." You let a frustrated groan.

Jake laughed, pulling his fingers out of you and climbed up your body, kissing your nipples on his way. "Since you asked so nicely." He smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock over your entrance before slowly entering you.

"So fucking tight..." Jake groaned, his hand speeding up, gathering his precum. The sweet and familiar tension started building up in his body.

"You feel so good." You whispered, stroking his hair as he bottomed out.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he kissed your jawline. When you nodded, his hips retracted before he fucked back into you.

"Oh God." You moaned as his pelvis met yours with force.

"That's the stamina I like to brag about." Jake joked, but he couldn't be too smug about it as your walls had such a hold on him, he was having a hard time focusing and not embarrassing himself by blowing his load too soon.

"Don’t you dare leave me hanging, Hangman. Now, stop talking and fuck me, like you mean it." You groaned. And he did. He fucked you hard and good. Both of you knew it was a one-time thing. He had Beth and you had Bradley. But this was too hard to ignore and he had to give it to you good. Give you his all. Because this was not happening again.

Your back arched into him, soaking the sheets underneath you, the evidence of your sin and Jake shuddered out his release as he came into you.

"Fuck, YES! YES! YES! Aaaah!" Jake yelled out as he finally came. His release shot up, getting everywhere as the tension finally went away and he finally breathed with ease. He collapsed on the bed, panting hard and it took him a few minutes to finally uncross his eyes. His sheets were covered in sweat and even though he changed them two days ago he knew he'll have to change them again.

"Hey Jake. I didn't know Beth was visiting." Jake jumped in surprise as he heard your voice. His hand gripped the dirty sheets tighter.

"You should join us for a dinner." Bradley offered with a smile thrown in your direction. Jake turned around and stared at your holding hands.

"She just came for a quick visit and she's tired. Maybe some other time?" He offered.

"I can imagine she's really tired." You giggled.

"I share a wall with you, Seresin. We heard everything." Bradley clarified as Jake looked at you surprised.

"Right." In that moment, Jake was thankful he didn't blush. "Well I gotta clean the sheets. See you." He passed you and caught a scent of your perfume - sweet and spicy.

"He's actually quite sweet, I thought he was going to brag or something." Jake heard you say as he was making his way to the exit.

Thank you for reading! 💙😊

The GIF doesn’t belong to me - belongs to the talented creator! 🙏💙

There was an IRL inspiration for this story and I feel so bad that I took it, but I just couldn’t resist 😅 but I honestly had quite a problem writing these past few days / weeks, nothing was quite coming to me...but now I actually want to write this Reader with this Bradley - I really liked this scene Jake came across and I would like to write it in more detail 💙

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Jeju’s watering hole chapter one (part one)

genre🌊 summer vacation on jeju island. Action, love, angst!! Friends to lovers/Enemies to lovers

pairings ☀️🌅 reckless Haechan (dongyuck) x reader 🏝 enemy jaemin x reader. (Who does she end up with!? 😱) sorry that was a bit much.

warnings 🌴 mentions of / alcohol consumption, action! Fighting, chasing. Police. Some Obx type stuff!! (Not in this part >>> SMUT groping, sexual tension x100, big dick Hyuck and big duck jaemin 💪🏽😎. Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Arguing, probably fights within the friend group. Reader has some metal heath issues, along with her friends.

Note!!! 🪸 I know this is going to be long! And I know a lot of people who read nct fics are looking for something short and simple, but I’ve really been wanting to write a longer fic. With more action. I want to leave the reader interested in more then the people in it, but the plot as well!! So please read thisssss! There isn’t much romance in this part so let’s call it a slow burn series?

Another note: there might be links in this, to show you what things may look like. I also have some song mentioned in there as well. So if you want to understand the vibe a bit more. I would suggest you okay them. Also if this series doesn’t get enough attention I probably won’t continue it. So let’s call this a test run!! 🤭 k bye 😚

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation. But you have a snippet of an idea. Crouched in your friend Yejun’s backyard, along with haechan, and Johnny. Your skin full of goosebumps. Shihyun and yuta aren’t not far behind. Yejun’s dad is outside of his vacation home. His figure is seen clearly, even from this distance. He’s smoking and drinking by himself, seated comfortably on a beach chair.

Loser.

“Are we going around the side?” Mark asks. his presence scared the shit out of you. Guess he’s here too.

Mark

Johnny

Haechan

“Were you not listening to my plan!?” You hear haechan whisper yell to him with a dramatic gesture. “YOU weren’t even listening to YOUR plan, last time I checked YOU forgot the flashlight” mark argues with ‘told you so’ tone.

“I have my phone!”

“Okay shut it!” Johnny finally butts in., ending the little bicker the two had going on. You roll your eyes at the three.

Fucking idiots.

You fight the urge to peak over the bushes and watch Shihyuns dad sip on what you assume is whisky, while his third wife is inside cooking… at 12:37 pm!?. When you do, you laugh when he spills his drink on his white beach shirt, But your are just as drunk as him. You all are.

Why are you doing this!? Why are you sneaking in to kidnap your friend in the middle of the night? Because her dads a bitch, and even though she’s 22, she refuses to ‘disobey him.’

shes ridiculous.

So while your all having a party at the beach, she’s stuck having a ‘family night’ at her beach house.

While lost in your inner dialogue, you accidentally step in a plant full of thorns. You Yelp quietly and the whole group turns to you. Though, undoubtedly, they’ve all been making more noise then you.

“Shhh!” Haechan gestures dramatically and you roll your eyes. the action was much more dramatic and definitely louder then you just were.

Are you sacred? Not really.

Yes, Mr Choi is crazy and your sure he’s on some black list somewhere, and you swear you’ve seen him snort coke in his garage once; you are also almost black out drunk, and all your senses are misplaced. When you near the end of the bushes, Johnny finally speaks up. “There’s a wall that wraps around the house, it starts there. if we run for it we can pass the grass and he won’t-“

“-You want us to run out in the open!?” You ask and peak over at mr Choi once again, his wife had put some plates at the table. “It’s just a couple seconds, he won’t even see us. We got this” Haechan reassures you, and you smile with determination. “It’s dark we’ll be fine” Johnny adds and we get ready to take off.

Right after mark took off, haechan followed. You tensed your body and readied yourself to run. You take a short breath and bolt towards the wall. Your body felt cold, even though you know you’re sweating. Your feet hit the ground only a second apart, as you fly across the lawn. You feel the blood from the thorns drip down your ankles as you run like your life depended on it, until your safely hidden behind the garden wall.

The boys were catching their breath, their chests rising and falling in unison, then you hear giggling. you look up to see marks hands covering his face and Johnny and Haechan are laughing slightly. “Why are you guys laughing?” You whisper. “Mark tripped” Haechan was able to get out through his current state. You want to be upset at their lack of seriousness, but you can just imagine that only mark would trip in a situation like this. You join their silent laughter, steadying yourself against the wall in the mean time.

“Okay you guys can laugh all you want….“ mark starts, he’s trying to be stern and unbothered but his face is full of blush. You can’t touch him but you’re sure he’s burning up. The wind was soft, almost nonexistent, but you feel it picking up. The chills climb up your legs. You start to regret wearing just a shorts, and a oversized t-shirt, over your bathing suit. But in your defence you didn’t think it would be this cold. Your salty hair flys across your face.

“Oh we will” Johnny continues, his hands rested on his knees.

“…But that will only slow us down” he finishes, crossing his arms and lifting his chin towards the full moon.

“It’s okay mark, I’m sure it could’ve happened to anyone” you pat him on the shoulder and move forward. The moon tonight, was actually quite bright. Brighter then usual, it was beautiful.

“Okay we need to climb the wall to get to the roof.” You begin, grabbing at the top of the stone to hoist yourself up. “I’ll go fist because if anyone is fitting through the window.. it’s me” Johnny places his hands on the back if your bare thighs to lift you onto the wall. “Are you calling me fat?” One of then questions, you laugh to yourself, shaking you head in the process. Since you are on the side of the house, mr Choi and his wife can’t see the four of you. Once you’ve steadied yourself onto the wall to reach for the shed roof. When you know the tiles are stiff and not loose, you hop up, placing your knee onto the lower surface to climb up completely.

Your feel like maybe being on a roof while drunk, probably isn’t the bed idea…

Crawling to the first window, you check to see if the room is clear. The lights were on, a desk placed in the centre, surrounded by bookshelves and papers scattered everywhere. Lamps where on, along with the fan.

An office…

Not going in there.

So as you hear the other guys behind you begin to make their way up, you move to the next window. You place your hands on either side of your face to look through, it was dark, but it looked like a kids room. So you move your hands to the latch of the window and lifted it open.

Slipping in with ease. Your feet blindly looking for the floor. Once you’ve made it inside. You turn to face the actual room.

“Hello?”

A small figure with hair covering it’s face was stood in front of you. It was wearing a night gown along with long socks, and it’s hands were placed at its sides. “Holy shit!” You jump back against the windowsill, your back hitting the wood in the process. “Y/n Unnie?” The thing reaches for a bedside lamp and pulls on the string to turn it on. When the light illuminates the room, you realize the monster you thought the Choi family kept in a room was actually Yejun’s little step sister, kimdal.

“Shit kid, what the heck are you doing standing in the dark?!” You place your hand over your chest, and remember your objective. “Sorry Unnie”

“It’s okay, where’s your sister?”

You know kimdal pretty well, she’s quite nosey but what kid isn’t? She’s cute and nice, and the typical younger step sister. You begin looking around her room, bolting to the first door your eyes land on to look for the hallway.

The first door you opened was a closet, the door was decorated with a Disney princess with long yellow hair, it dragged down to the bottom of the wood. Not that one- the second was a bathroom. The bathroom was decorated with lanterns and flowers. Nope- Maybe go for the door that has the light shining under it? Hallway lights?

Yes! Gotcha!

“Are you picking her up? Can I come with you?” Kimdal follows you about her room, when you open the door to the narrow hallway, you make sure to hide behind it, to peak and make sure no one is in the hallway. She does the same, even though this is her home. “Are you old enough to drink alcohol?” You ask her, you not exactly fully focused on the conversation, your mind is sorta preoccupied. “I’m nine!” She giggles and holds onto your shirt with her tiny hands.

When you’ve made sure the hallway was empty you turn back to kimdal, and crouch to her level.

“Then I guess your stuck in your tower repunzle. Listen kimie, I need you to point to which room your sister is in. Okay?” You whisper, holding her small hands in yours. “Is this a secret mission?” She asks. you smile at her while nodding. She nods back in determination, her eyebrows pinched and a bright smile plastered on her face. “Her room is the one right in front of the stars. But she’s in the shower and probably nakie”

“Nakie? I don’t mind seeing Yejun in her birthday suit” You jump at the voice that came from the window. Haechan butted in, one leg inside the room while the rest of his body remained outside. Kimdal knows all of us. In a way we technically raised her. However she never fails to ask the same question each time she sees the boys. “Are you her boyfriend?” She asks the boy who is definitely having a hard time getting into the room quietly. “Hurry up you ass!” mark complains, from outside on the roof. “There’s a kid in here! Don’t curse you fucking idiot!” Haechan argures, but immediately covers his mouth when he hears the words leave his lips.

“Wow… I’m friends with absolutely geniuses” you palm your face and try not to smile. Kim laughs then looks to you and copied your face palm. Cute. “Okay I’m going” you tell the boy whose finally made it inside. Then quickly shift down the hallway, keeping your footsteps as light a possible.

The further down the lit hallway you got, the louder the sound of water running and music playing, got.

‘505 by arctic monkeys’

She has your music taste. You’ve taught her well. You nod smiling to yourself.

When you see the beginning of the stairs, you slip into the room that stood in front of it. Then, you softly close the door behind you. Then, you turn around to see Yejun staring at you in utter disbelief. She was stood right in front of her bathroom door, steam slipping through the cracks. Her hand was holding up A towel that hung around her chest, and one wrapped around her hair.

“Holy shit-“ she smiles, a laugh at the end of her statement.

“-woah, is this one of those ‘everything showers?’ Di-did you shave?” You joke. Eyeing her hair free legs, and a moisturizing face mask in her hand.

“Anything to get out of ‘family time’ you know?.” She starts with a shrug. “Are you fucking crazy!? What are you doing here!?” She drops the packet on the bed and waddles towards you, to engulf you into a huge hug. “You act like it’s been years- it’s been two days-“

“-two very long days!” She hops, with you in her arms. Squealing in excitement. the towel wrapped around her, threatening to slip down her frame.

The door swings open and you both jump away to ready yourself to die at the ripe age of 21, But you only find haechan, mark, and Johnny in the doorway. “Wow the whole parties here? Get out I’m basically naked!” She whisper yells to them. They all immediately look away, as if she isn’t almost fully covered with a towel. “Go go go!” She waves them out of the room, then Turns back to you. A line of questions leave them as they are pressured back into the hallway. “Where are we supposed to go!?” “What?!” “In the middle of the hallway?” The door shuts and you giggle.

“Okay get ready, grab some clothes, you can stay at my place! We might go back to the beach-“ you begin and she pulls the towel from her head, her wet hair falls to her shoulders.

“My dads gonna kill me” she laughs again, but starts looking for clothes none the less. The music changed to the next song before she turned it off.

‘Hell N Back by Bakar’

One of your favourites.

When she finally puts some clothes on, she begins stuffing items in her bag:

A charger

Her laptop

Headphones

Shoes

A couple pairs of shorts

And one bathing suit

That’s it.

Everything else she would need, you have for her. Clothes, her t-shirts, an extra toothbrush, and towels. You two basically live together all the time. She throws the bag over her shoulder and grabs her phone. You push yourself off the wall you had been leaning on while she packed. “Okay let’s go. How’d you get in?” She Questioned, her hand resting on the nob of the door. “Your sisters room” you shrug and she laughs. “That must’ve been fun. Yuta, Shihyun? The girls?” She’s asking ‘where are they?’.

“Yuta is the get away driver, Shihyun is the watch. The others are still at our place. Now let’s go! Clock is ticking-“

“HEY! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS IN MY HOUSE!?”

You both freeze at the sound of Mr Choi yelling from the bottom of the stairs. Loud and quick footsteps could be heard before the boys barge back into Yejun’s room. Then they shut the door and haecahn leans against it. As if holding it closed. “We’ve been made” he informs, out of breath and his eyes are nearly popping out of his head.

“No fucking shit Sherlock” you squint your eyes at him while you and yejun sarcastically respond at the same time.

“Yejun! Why the fuck are your friends here!?”

His voice sounded closer now. You all look to yejun. The silence was loud. Fear evident in all of you. “Okay, Okay,okay” she freaks for a second before turning to her window. You all follow her. One by one climbing out of her room.

Yejun first. She slips out with ease.

“Open the door Yejun!! NOW!” The door handle was shaking violently. “You promised you would spend family time together the next four days! If you don’t come out now I’m calling the police on your friends!”

She’s already made it out the window.

Mark was next, he crawled out as fast a possible, laughing when he heard Yejun yelp at something.

Why can’t we ever take things seriously!?

“Sorry dad, I can’t hear you while in the shower!“ she yells, busy trying to help Johnny steady himself on the roof. “Fucking shit-“ he mutters. No doubt calling the cops now.

God does this guy have anger issues.

“Haechan hurry the hell up!?”

“Hold up! I had too much fucking zebra cakes, my ass is too fat-“ you smack his shoulder as hard as you possibly could. Your eyes focused on the door, and the handle.

This is all normal. And you are not freaking out. One of those statements was a lie. You always freak out when this stuff happens.

“Honey just let her go- we have all summer, let he be with her friends for bit“ you hear Kimdal’s mom try to calm him. “No she needs to learn that there are consequences for everything!” You hear a couple more words exchanged between the two parents on the other side of the door. but you’re the last to leave the room. And you are far too busy to care about their argument. Your focus remained on leaving in one piece.

The door swings open when both your feet meet the tile roof. You turn back and make eye contact with Yejun’s father, his face full of fury. “You too y/n? Come on now-“ you don’t care for his next words, closing the window behind you.

“How did you guys get caught!?”

Yejun asks as the starts slowly heading to the edge of the roof.

“Haechan fucking pushed me down the stairs!”

“No! When we left his office- mark pushed me into Yejun’s stepbrothers room! You know how awkward that is!?”

“Shut up!”

You yell from behind all of them. When you look over the edge, you see only her pool, the garden wall must’ve ended at the side of the house.

Perfect.

You can feel your breath sped up, your hands forming into fist as drenaline shoots through your body. The sound of your heart beat pounds through your ears. All your senses heightened, and a smile spreads across your face at the familiar feeling.

The window opens again. “Yejun! Get back into the house now!” You all turn to her dad then back to the pool in one Swift motion. This wouldn’t be your first time jumping into a pool from the roof.

“Shit! Boy are we lucky!” Johnny laughs, a huge smile plastered on his face before he jumped down into the pool. You all cheer and follow. Of course mark flips into the pool and yejun follows, but not before gently dropping her bag down onto a beach chair, that was situated next to the pool deck. Probably praying the impact on her laptop isn’t too bad. turning to face the house, she swings her arms back then foward while squatting to gain momentum. Then she jumps back, When she’s over the water, her arms wrap around her knees to complete the backflip into the pool. The splash of the water, basically flying through the air in front of you. The sound of water hitting the house excited you even more. You scoot to the very end, until your legs hang off the side. Then you hop in after them, and ready yourself for the water. Squeezing your eyes shut and plugging your nose.

It’s cold but the water feels nice. When you float back to the top you swim towards the wall. The water was splashing manically, naturally. Haechan reaches his hand out to you, you gladly accept his aid, gripping into his forearm as he helps you lift yourself out of the water.

“We are free! Woah!” Yejun jumps around, grabbing her bag, then turning back to you to take your hand. Dragging you to the back yard, she was beaming as she skipped through the grass. The lights around the pool causing the pattern of the water to reflect onto your skin. Johnny’s jumping up and down in excitement. A huge smile plastered across his face, he’s shaking marks shoulder and screaming lines of pure joy. Mark does not look too happy about being swung around.

You all run and follow mark back to the ‘get away car’ where Shihyun stands in the bed of the trunk. As you are running, your eyes stay focused on marks back, flashes of lights from the house are the only things lighting up the big backyard. Still, you have trouble observing your surroundings. None of you bother being secretive anymore, running and cheering as you made your way back to johnny’s white Ram truck 25000. Shihyun yells with a huge smile when she sees yejun. You can also hear daejung laughing in the drivers seat, surly glad to see yejun after such a long weekend. The car engine roars and you hop in the back of the truck along with Shihyun.

“About time! I’m guessing you got caught? Why are you all wet?” She questions, lifting yejun so she can climb in as well. “It rained! What do you think?” She responds sarcastically. Johnny hoped into the passages seat and mark hoped in the back, slamming the door behind him. Haechan joined you and the girls in the bed, sitting down and leaning against the rim to catch his breath.

He was definitely winded. You tried not to laugh when he cries out in agony. “Fuck!”

You want to bring up the fact that you had to run with a bloody, thorn filled ankle, and he’s on the brink of death over a forty yard run.

Then you all take off. The car drifts to the left as the car lunges out of the driveway of their ‘guest house’. The truck revealing itself form behind the trees and bushes. The guest house It was a light green colour and surrounded by palm trees. Different then your aunts, but in your very ‘professional’ opinion; your aunts are better.

The ride was bumpy and the wind flys through your hair. The sounds of sirens in the distance only causes Daejung to speed up. Passing other beach homes and small stores:

Surf shops

Shake bars

Drinking bars

Seafood places

Antic shops

Motels

Your family’s resort (gin mills brewery resort)

Etc

(Yes that’s why your home is called ‘jejus watering hole’)

“They called the cops!?” Shihyun exclaimed, gripping into the sides of the truck to balance herself, as we adventure through the ridged sand roads. Every so often the back wheels will lift off the ground, causing the four of you to be thrown around.

“Noooo that’s an ice cream truck!” Haechan throws his hands in the air with a snarky smile.“Your dad is absolutely ridiculous Junie” Shihyun expresses, ignoring Haechan’s comment. Yejun nods with a laugh, keeping her eyes on the road behind her, her hair flowing in the same direction as yours. You stare at her for a moment… her highlights look so natural, and the hair clip she has holding the upper half of her locks, is hanging for dear life. “What if they follow us?” Shihyun adds when no one fills the silence. “It’s fine, the police will arrive and my dad will just call it off like always” Yejun waves her off, know that hyunie isn’t actually worried.

You don’t regret your mission at all. Risking getting caught, or maybe even possibly DIEING!? All for yejun? Of fucking course! Your Friends come before anything. This summer won’t last forever; August will swing around the corner faster then you want it to. Then your friends will go back to college for another year. And you’ll be stuck on the island by yourself, and you refuse to waist anytime.

You sit back as the truck takes a soft left turn onto the town. The lights from shops are beautiful. Different colours filling the sky, people walking about the town. Women in long bathing suit covers and gowns. Kids on vacation with their families: riding around on scooters and bikes. Dogs roaming free about the streets, begging snow birds for their left overs. It was a feeling you wouldn’t trade for anything.

The stars are still clearly seen, the sounds of the beach and waves can still be heard over music, cars and people. It was euphoric. A feeling you can only enjoy with your family. You look back at the girls and Heachan to find them talking about plans for tomorrow; something about bridge jumping?

You smile at them, watching them argue over silly little things. You feel blessed to be surround by the people you love, even if it is only for two more months.

This is your family, the people you’ve grown up with. The people who leave after every summer to go back to school. The family who always checks up on you; calling, texting, visiting. All of the above. You don’t want them to leave this time. You can’t even remember what you do when they aren’t here… when you’re alone- but you don’t want to either- You don’t want to be alone again.

When the noise of the town fades, the road is dark and the only sounds heard are the car, and the crys of cicadas, the noises creating a calm dark atmosphere. The outline of trees almost blend in with the night sky above them, shapes of tree branches and pole lines ar edge only thing surrounding the road. As you drove past them, even in the dark, you can recognize your favourite climbing tree., the tree you broke your left foot on, the tree you all built a tree house on. And the tree you all swing from to jump into a small lake.

Your favorite tree.

Then, lights approach ahead. Your aunts beach resort was nearing. Everyone sat up to get a good look at the view, as you drove downhill. Buildings filled with families on vacation; staying in nice hotel rooms. Visitors in the pools, that are lit up beautifully. And aunt iseal’s home lays at the side of the resort. Her Exclusive guest houses are stationed next to it. The cost of the beach houses range about 67% more then the original hotel rooms, But it’s always worth it. They are closer to the beach and have more advantages then the normal rooms.

Yours: the ‘watering hole’ was placed right at the end, closest to the beach. It lays right on the edge of the small rocky cliff. Now don’t get me wrong, you aren’t living in one of these luxury guest houses for free. You bought it yourself- with your aunts help of course. The beautiful small building was your home. It was everyone’s home.

Fairy lights lit the entire sunspot, along with the roads leading to it. The grand entrance was decorated astonishingly, But that’s not where you guys where heading. So when the truck took a big left turn towards the guest houses, no one questioned, as usual. this is the way to your house after all. The vehicle slowly nearing the sounds of waves and cheers of the beach party.

When the truck finally comes to a stop at your house, everyone hops out of the truck. Swinging their feet over the wall and landing on the sand. “That was great! Honestly this is why we should stick to my plans more often” Haechan boasts, hes already heading up the sandy wooden steps to your front door. The sound of people near the beach loudens as they cheer. “Right, because getting the cops called, was all a part your plan?” Daejung asked, closing the driver door, and making his way to the trunk. “I created excitement, your telling me you weren’t having fun?” Haechan turned to him, walking backwards towards the now opened door.

Daejung wouldn’t lie, it was fun, so instead of giving haechan what he wants, he chuckled lightly and shakes his head. Refusing to give in to him “Exactly! Alright y/n let’s go, I need to show you something I found” then he’s gone, disappeared inside, probably booking it straight to your room. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond.

“That was crazy! God I missed summer!” Mark announces, wrapping his arms around yejun and lifting her into the air. “You say that like it isn’t summer now?” She giggles, placing her hands on marks shoulders. “It’s only been two weeks and I feel like we are moving too fast-“

“Mr Choi actually scares me! And I didn’t even see him. But I’m telling you- I heard him screaming form the car” Shihyun informs, helping daejung pull some surf boards out of the bed of johnnys truck.

“I think the whole island heard him-“ Johnny joins everyone in laughter at his simple joke. When you all unload the truck, you make your way up the steps of you beach house. The others run down to join the party that’s taking place near the water: Bon fires, fireworks, music, four wheelers, and who knows what else.

•••

When your inside, you find Chaewon passed out on your couch. yunjin is playing karaoke games with Taeyong, and Doyoung. You giggle while they dramatiy sing a sad, depressing songs through your speakers. The smell of alcohol attacks your nose, as you make your way near them. They must be having one hell of a time. When they see you they beam, the whites of their teeth blinding you.

“I’m guessing the mission was a success?” Taeyong asks, his hands form a thumbs up, then the fillip up and down questioning-ly.

“‘Went perfect as always!” You chirp with a smile. Doyoung was too busy singing his heart out to greet you, but yunjin gives you a quick side hug, then continues belting purposely to piss off doyoung. While they argue about her pitch, Taeyong interrupts.

“Wait- your ankle is bleeding, are you okay?” He pushes, standing up from his seat on your couch, to get a better look. You place your hands in front of you, to stop his movements and giggle. “Relax, I’ll go clean it now” you pat his chest reassuringly and make your way to Haechan. “If that gets infected I’m never coming over again!” He yells from his previous place in your living room.

•••

When you open the door to your room, haechan is on his phone, sitting at the end of your bed. His hand is caressing his chin in thought. You can’t help but laugh at how silly he looks. “Are you solving another mystery Sherlock Holmes?” You shut the door behind you, leaning up against it to wait for his response.

He glanced up at you, then around the room. He looked as if he was debating whether or not to reveal some information.

“I took something from Yejun’s place…” he begins, you eye him suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest. “You have to promise you won’t freak out, okay?” He adds, You push off the wall. “What is it? a gun?” You joke, taking a seat next to him.

He doesn’t respond, he only lifts his shirt to take out an object tucked into his waistband.

It was a fire arm. You jump slightly when he holds it in front of you.

“You stole a gun!!? From Mr Choi?!” You break out. Haechan’s hand immediately flys up to cover your mouth. You wiggle away from his hands. “Lee donghyuvk!“ you ready yourself to scold him. You eyes still wide and mouth held agape.

“What? He had it out in the open, In his office, and it was off safety mode- or whatever it’s called. I couldn’t let him have it!” Haechan lifts his shoulders defensively.

You furrow your brows and glare at him. “So you thought it would be a better idea for YOU to have it!?” He cocks his head back a bit. An almost laughable look on his face. He adjusts himself on your mattress before responding.

“What do you mean!? You don’t trust me?” He points at you. You jump back again and lift your hands in the air. The firearm was pointed at you unintentionally.

“Not when it’s still off safety lock, pointed at me, and you’re fucking finger is rested on the trigger!?” You yell. He looks down at the weapon, then back to you, then back to it once again.

“Oh shit- right my bad-“ he lowers the gun, and fixes the trigger lock. You scoff at his recklessness. Then you take a second think, beads of sweet form on your forehead, and your leg begins to bounce against the ground.

You let out a sigh, staring at the gun in his hand.

“We have to give it back” You nod to your self. Knowing that is the best decision. Then look back to him. “Nononono are you crazy? If I give it back he’ll probably shoot me with it. He’s definitely noticed it’s gone now-“

“-Oh my god- what the hell are we going to do?” You place your hands over your face. He’s right. You don’t exactly like the idea of Yejun’s father having a gun laying around, ready to be used.

“Relax- I have a plan” haechan past your head, foolishly tossing the firearm on the bed.

“Of fucking course you do- maybe- maybe we can clean it off and throw it out on the street somewhere, and someone will find it and return it-“ you begin, thinking and talking at the same time. Your eyes travel between his, anxiously.

“Y/n, what do you think he was planing to do with this gun huh? On his desk.. ready to be shot? We already know he’s fucking crazy- and I mean, you hear how much Yejun talks about how abusive he is right-“ he places both hands on either side of your arms, trying to reason with you. You refuse, only shaking your head.

“Stop Hyuck stop!-“

“She’s always going on about how much he argues with his wife and his step kids- always talking about how her dad always threatens to ‘kill’ them-“

You throw his hands off you and point at his chest. “Haechan! Stop! You know how Yejun feels about how we always talk down about her father- she loves him-“

“What if he’s planing to hurt someone- hurt her“ you hesitate for a moment. The thought of anyone hurting any of your friends was always a soft spot for you. And of course haechan knows that.

“With what evidence!? Huh? A fucking gun? That ridiculous, who’s going to believe us?” You question, crossing your arms, your leg still bouncing against your floorboards.

“That’s why I told you I have a plan”

Great… when have any of those gone wrong?

End note: if you see anything that needs to be spell checked, please lmk. Any questions? PLEASE lmk. Any recommendations? Please let me know!! 😚

#kpop imagines #nct dream angst #nct imagines #nct 127 x reader #nct dream au #nct 127 imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #haechan angst #haechan fluff #donghyuck angst #donghyuck smut #jaemin fic #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #donghyuck au #jeju island #summer #na jaemin au #nct haechan angst #haechan x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #nct smut #nct fic #obx x nct #Jeju’s watering hole #jwh teaser

[bradshawsbaby]

So I reread your Seresin family post (which is perfection- I love it so much) but if you’re up for it I was wondering if you could expand a little on this moment?

Shortly before their fourth birthday, however, Liam took a spill off his bike, which resulted in twelve stitches in his chin. It left a scar, which ended up becoming an easy way for people to tell him apart from his brother.

I know you wrote that Phoenix tells Liam how he will match his Uncle Rooster but I can’t stop picturing a distraught Hangman (because what parent wouldn’t be distraught after their kid falls and cuts up his cute little toddler face) and hearing his wife try to calm their little boy and maybe the next time he sees his pseudo brother/ ex rival/ reluctant best friend (I like to think so lol) he explains the whole situation.

And Bradley, already prepared to help little Liam feel better, can’t help tease Jake just a little about how Seresins clearly can’t help trying to look like Bradshaws.

And if a certain mustached Hangman picture starts to make the rounds….. well anything to make his son feel better.

“Reluctant best friend” 😂😂😂

I feel like you already elaborated on this in such a lovely way, but I don’t often write about Bradley and Jake connecting as both friends and fathers, so I hope you enjoy this little drabble!

Jake had seen and done a lot in his life that would leave most people traumatized beyond belief, but little else in his life rivaled how distraught he’d been at the sound of his son screaming in pain when he fell off his bicycle.

He didn’t think he’d ever reacted so fast to anything, his mind switching into autopilot as he ran to Liam’s side, stomach clenching at the sight of all that blood. His precious son, not yet four, who was usually all smiles, couldn’t stop wailing as Jake lifted him into his arms, Phoenix quickly assessing the situation with a calm efficiency that he admired so much. Thank goodness for his wife, because God knew he didn’t feel as calm as she appeared.

Even now, a couple days after their long trip to the ER, Jake still couldn’t shake the fear that had gripped him that afternoon. As he threw his stuff into his locker at work, his eyes caught on the family photo they’d taken just a couple months ago, Liam’s bright smile and happy-go-lucky expression all he could see.

Liam was lucky, he kept reminding himself. No broken bones, no serious injuries. It had taken twelve stitches to close up his chin, and it would undoubtedly leave a scar, but at least he was okay. That was what mattered most. Phoenix was taking a few more days to stay at home with him, but Jake knew it would be good for him to get back to work. He got too antsy when he was left alone to think too much about all that could have gone wrong.

“Hey, man,” Rooster greeted him, suddenly appearing over his shoulder as he went to open his own locker. “How’s little man doing? Phoenix called and told us what happened.” He had a look of concern in his eyes as he glanced over at Jake.

A few years ago, if you had told him that Bradley Bradshaw was going to end up being one of his best friends—and a pseudo uncle to his children, at that—Jake Seresin would have laughed in your face. But now he smiled, grateful for the way that “Uncle Rooster” always looked out for his boys.

“He’s doing alright,” Jake nodded, glancing one more time at the photo in his locker before swinging it shut. “Phoenix is spoiling him with tons of ice cream, so he’s pretty happy, all things considered,” he added with a chuckle.

“Good,” Rooster grinned, tossing his belongings into his locker and rearranging a few things on the shelf. “Twelve stitches,” he went on with a low whistle, shaking his head. “Liam’s a trooper.”

“He takes after his old man,” Jake smirked, laughing when Rooster rolled his eyes. He sobered slightly as he said, “But really, he handled it better than I did.”

“It’s the worst thing in the world, watching your kid suffer,” Rooster nodded in understanding, clapping a sympathetic hand on Jake’s shoulder.

Jake nodded, sighing as he thought of Phoenix’s calm and soothing voice. “Phoenix has been amazing. She knows just what to say to make him feel better,” he told him, thinking back to the conversation he’d overheard just last night. “Liam was crying last night because he said he doesn’t want any scars, but Phoenix told him that now he’ll look brave, just like his Uncle Rooster, and that cheered him right up,” he added, bumping his shoulder.

“Yeah?” Rooster asked, beaming. “Well, damn. What do you know about that?” he murmured, looking touched. Swallowing back his emotion, he glanced over at Jake and started laughing. “Guess the Seresin men just can’t help but want to take after us Bradshaws,” he smirked.

“Oh, Christ, Rooster, I grow a mustache one time!” Jake smirked in return, rolling his eyes heavenward. “Now I’ll never hear the end of it!”

“Nope,” Rooster grinned, looking very much like he was up to something. “In fact, I think it may just be time to show JJ, Ben, and Liam the photographic evidence!”

Jake sighed deeply. “If it makes Liam smile, then I guess it’s worth it.”

#jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hannix #hangman x phoenix #the seresin family #drabble

[veenvss]

autumn court

the family , 1/7

2 , dawn

The courts have always fascinated me but while reading and looking at the map I always thought that the worldbuilding was too rushed or too simplistic. So, I have decided to reimagine the courts in a way that makes more sense to me. Who knows? I may end up using these in the future for a book of my own.

I'm going to start this alphabetically, as I do most things, so the first court I'm looking at is the Autumn Court.

As of the start of ACOTAR and seemingly quite a few years before the start of the story, the High Lord is Beron Vanserra. He has a wife and seven sons, two of which are dead. We never get told the names of Beron's family, except his eldest son, Eris, and his seemingly youngest son, Lucien. Fascinatingly, Beron's family name is one of the only family names we ever learn about in the series. Since it's so unique, I'm going to start with that.

With a quick google search and most likely inaccurate information, Beron is a German name, and the Autumn Court is full of forests which I like to think is just stereotypical, but also useful. In a quick list, I've assigned these names to his family:

FRIEDERIKE SOMMER- "peaceful ruler" "summer". From a noble family who ruled over farmlands in the southwest of the court. As a child, she was known as Fritzi, a sweet little girl who loved animals. Some even rumoured that she could communicate with them. Once her father married her off, she lost that childlike charm too early. At the beginning of her marriage, she was occasionally called Frieda by her husband, in an attempt to lack the animosity that was between them, however rumours of an old love removed even the bleakest attempts at friendliness.

EKKEHARD VANSERRA- "blade, hard" The eldest son was born a year after the wedding. As the eldest and most powerful he has the most responsibility and loyalty from other court members. According to many, he's the son with the most likely chance of becoming the next High Lord once Beron dies. As a child, and in private, he was often called Eike by his mother. Growing up, he changed a lot with the environment around him. Names as power, so he changed his to protect himself, and the memories of his glowing mother from when he was a child. To everyone but his favourite, he is known as Eris, a direct target to his father, as it's a name chosen from the Day Court, who the Autumn Court has a mysterious quarrel with..

MEINRAD VANSERRA- "power, advice" The second son, born a while after his brother. During adulthood, he has been sent away to look over a town on the other side of the court.

SIEGFRIED VANSERRA- "victory, peace" As the third son, he was often wrangled as a part of the brood, so he fought to make a name for himself. He was often seen as a violent man, encouraging fights and often inflicting punishments by his own hand, a vast difference to his mother's little Sigi. However, he was one of the brothers last seen following the exile through the borders to Spring.

KUNIBERT VANSERRA- "royal, bright" He didn't particularly have much going for him. He wasn't as powerful as Ekkehard, or as violent as Siegfried. He was often seen following the stronger brothers around, and often it was the violent ones so he could hide how cowardly he truly was, even if it meant following them into the claws of a lawful, foreign High Lord.

OTMAR VANSERRA- "wealth, famous" As a child, he was often soft and polite. He offered food to orphaned children and he liked to read in the gardens rather than force his title onto unwilling people. Once his brothers were murdered, he didn't have much choice but to change.

JOST VANSERRA- "lord" As the youngest Vanserra son for a long while, he had the least opportunities and the least hope for a powerful future. He remained amicable with his brothers, and, undoubtedly has the least amount of enemies, always following his brothers' unanimous decisions.

LEVIN VANSERRA- "beloved, friend" Born with a long period between his brothers, mysteriously after the Lady's long walks stopped, and a new period of violence set in the court. Disliked by all except his mother, he grew up in isolation, unable to visit his true father who was kept away from him. He was rarely trained and barely tutored and a eye was never kept. As a young adult, he fell in love with who the High Lord saw as a mistake. They were both punished, and he left, changing his name and vowing a curse on the High Lord's head.

The Autumn Court family dynamic is incredibly interesting to me. Seven sons, two dead, one not truly a son. The amount of Reddit stories that could come out of these nine is a dream I wish I could get on an extensive google doc.

#acotar #autumn court #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #lady of autumn #helion x loa #day court #spring court #beron vanserra #lucien's unnamed brothers

[cheeriecherrymain]

Viktor taking you to meet his parents in the undercity headcanons?

Viktor x Reader (SFW)

-It takes a while for Viktor to bring up the idea of meeting his parents.

-The two of you are busy people, and Viktor isn’t the most patient when it comes to social interactions - it had taken a long time to simply become friends with him, and a good year after that to move to officially dating.

-On top of that, you’re both comfortable taking things slow and going at your own pace. You don’t see the need to rush into milestones just because someone else thinks you should - you both know that you’ll get there eventually.

-But once he meets your parents -completely by accident, mind you- you start getting curious about his life prior to the Academy.

-So you ask questions; what was it like where he grew up? Did he have people who looked out for him? Was he loved? Were his parents even still alive?

-He diligently answers all of your inquiries, even though he’s curious as to why you’re suddenly so interested in his past.

- “I just realized I know so little about your life before we met,” you tell him, honestly. “I know who you are now, but I dunno. I also want to know about who you were as a little boy. I bet you were adorable.”

-The tips of his ears turn pink at your statement, and you gently drown him in compliments until his entire face is a lovely shade of rose.

-But the thought has been planted in his mind, now, and he mulls over it for a couple of weeks. You’ve been together for nearly two years by then, and he’s undoubtedly told his family about you in the letters he sends them.

-He’s serious about you, and he’s comfortable bringing the people he loves together - he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

-You know that he’s from the Undercity, and you know what it’s like there; more than that, he knows that you’ve never judged him for where he comes from, and that you’ve never thought less of him. So why is he nervous?

-His parents have expressed an interest in meeting you, and vice versa. So why is he nervous?

-He puzzles over it for so long, thoughts coiling around in his head until you’re certain you can see smoke coming out of his ears.

-You finally ask him about it when he’s so distracted from his work that he burns his finger with a soldering pen. It takes a couple of tries, and a lot of prodding, but eventually he lets you know what’s on his mind - the unknown source of his anxiety that’s been plaguing his mind for weeks.

-You pull a chair up beside him so you can comfortably lean against his shoulder, and press little kisses to his cheek and jaw.

- “I think I get it,” you say softly, taking his hand in yours. “When we ran into my parents that one time, I almost threw up - they’d been hounding me about bringing you to dinner for so long, and I knew they’d love you, but I was still terrified. I think it’s pretty normal.”

-He relaxes a little bit after that, and though he still doesn’t know where his worry is stemming from, it helps to know that you’ve felt the same way in the past. And logically, he knows that you’re going to get along well with his parents - you’re all creative people, driven by the desire to make things, and learn, and help people.

-Eventually, he’s able to pull together some dinner plans with the help of his mother, with dates that work for everyone. Just a simple meal with a couple of people, on a quiet evening…

-Viktor remains a ball of nerves until you’re arriving at his parents’ doorstep. You coo over some of the little details of the run-down home, asking him about the little trinkets on the windowsill, wondering if he made them as a child.

-And then the door swings open, and a woman you assume to be his mother bustles out to meet you. She’s slender, and she looks as tired as Viktor does, but the most notable thing about her is the way her eyes shine amber - the same colour as your most beloved’s.

-And most unexpected of all, as soon as she finishes smothering Viktor in affection, she turns to you and does the same; kissing both your cheeks and drawing you into a warm hug. 

-And then she ushers you into the small home, talking animatedly in your boyfriends’ native language. You’re only able to catch a few words, with how fast she’s speaking, but Viktor is smiling, and bites back a laugh every now and again.

-You meet his father further into the house, in a small kitchen that smells absolutely divine. The first thing you notice about him is that he’s a little taller than Viktor, and perhaps a little wider too. His hair might have also once been the same handsome chestnut as his son’s, but is now peppered significantly with grey.

-Viktor speaks softly in his own language, and the man freezes where he stands at the stove. He turns slowly, so slowly, and his expression is so unreadable it seems almost harsh - an expression you’ve seen countless times on your boyfriend.

-But then, all at once, he relaxes and his face warms into a lopsided smile. He opens his arms wide and beckons Viktor in, squishing him in a tight hug while pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

-Unsurprisingly, he then does the same to you.

-The dinner goes well after that; Viktor’s mother does her best to speak a language you can understand, and you’re unbothered when Viktor or his father end up having to translate. You only know the basics of his native tongue, so you’re well aware how difficult it is to learn an entire language.

-The stew is wonderful, quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and you’re not shy about letting anyone know. Eventually you start bonding over your interests in building, and then over the many cute and slightly embarrassing things Viktor has done over the years.

-You even get to see a couple of baby pictures, which makes you coo and Viktor turn red.

-And when you leave later that evening, it’s with plans to return in a couple of weeks for another dinner.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #he just needs to be loved a whole lot #i know his canon family probably isnt so great but #just let us give him some love okay #he deserves love #viktor headcanons