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thestoryofusstan · 2 months

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Sweet Creature

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pairing: kinda dark!harry styles x reader

summary: harry’s mother finds a girl on the side of the street one day while harry’s away. he hears about her for months, until he finally decides to see for himself. expecting her to be an undercover rat, he is surprised to find a girl more similar to a deer in headlights.

warning: kinda dark harry kinda alludes to him doing illegal, mafia type stuff but it isn’t specified. third person writing instead of second, READER DOESN’T USE HER REAL NAME!!! she will eventually just not yet.

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harry had been hearing about some girl non-stop. by who, you may ask?

his mother.

his sweet, kind mother somehow found a girl who was living on the streets, took her in (gave her his room!), and is obsessed with her.

“oh, harry, she’s just the sweetest! gemma says she’s like a kicked puppy, but she’s just so sweet. this morning, i woke up, and she’d cleaned the whole house! and i asked her why, because i obviously didn’t tell her to, and she said she figured she should. you’d love her. proper sweetheart.”

and honestly, it was sweet. he probably would like her if he wasn’t the way he is. because the way he is, he thinks it’s a trap. he thinks she was never really living on the streets, and it’s a ploy. someone found his family and is trying to ruin it.

but, of course, he’d never let his mother know of the way he actually is and thinks, or what he does for a living.

“she sounds lovely, mum. what did you say her name was?”

“she says it’s belle. she’s always singing some french song. i think she lived in france before she got here.. i’m not sure. she isn’t very talkative.”

“she got an accent?”

“a little bit of everything, hazza. when will you come visit? i think you have to be the one to tell her that your room is hers now. she keeps saying ‘harry’s room’ and ‘your son’s room’. i feel horrible!”

“she’s probably just weary mum. if she was on the streets before, she probably just doesn’t want to jinx it.”

“you’re right.. gosh, she won’t even let gemma and i buy her things. she just borrows gemma’s clothes and apologizes a bunch for it. i’m not sure what to do.”

“i’ll come visit soon.”

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and he did. a surprise visit in the middle of the night, because he was convinced he’s find this belle girl doing shady things .

except when he snuck in the front door, the house was quiet.

alright, he supposes, she’s stealthy.

so he goes upstairs and quietly opens his bedroom door.

and that’s when it’s a little louder. a girl is twisted and turning and mumbling in her sleep on his bed.

all she is saying, from what he can hear, is no. no, no, no, no, no. please, no.

and he feels a little bad, so he walks over to tap her. when that doesn’t work, he shakes her.

her eyes snap open and she has probably the worst reaction possible in this situation.

she fucking screams. like a goddamn banshee.

and sure, it lasts for maybe five seconds, probably four, but she definitely woke his mother up. and it’s so loud, he backs up to the doorway.

gemma was probably still passed out. she would sleep through the world ending.

“hey! it’s just me, calm down!”

she squinted at him through the darkness before yanking the chain on the lamp, turning it on.

he could hear her practically hyperventilating from the doorway.

she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized him from the photos in the living room.

“you really are jumpy, huh?”

“i woke up to a random man hovering over me,” she deadpans.

he almost laughs.

“it’s my room.”

and it’s like a fucking switch. her breaths are staggered and labored, but she still rushes out a whole ass monologue. kicked puppy, indeed.

“oh, my god. i am so sorry. i forgot. i can— i can take the couch— you probably want to sleep in your bed. i’m sorry, anne didn’t say you were coming by or else i would’ve cleaned up—“

the room is spotless, probably cleaner than when he stays in it, but harry doesn’t say that.

“i’ll just.. grab my blanket and stuff and go to the couch. i’m so sorry, i didn’t know—“

“relax,” he finally says. “i knew you’d be in here. i was just.. grabbing a pillow. didn’t realize mum was serious about you being jumpy.”

“oh.. uh.. are you sure? i can take the couch—“

“belle— belle, right?” she nods. “go back to bed. i have slept on plenty of couches. i will survive.”

“i feel bad.”

“well, don’t.”

he should feel bad. she is very clearly not dangerous unless she is a phenomenal actress.

“you’re not mad, are you? because i can sleep on the couch—“

“jesus, are y’gonna cry?”

“i can’t help it! i’m sorry!—“

“what on earth is going on— harry! what did you do!” anne asked as she rushed through the doorway, moving to sit next to belle.

“i didn’t do anything!” he defends.

“he didn’t do anything, anne,” she repeats. “just.. frightened me, is all.”

anne gives her a look before pulling her into a hug, and she just flips another switch and instead of watering eyes, she sobs.

who the hell is her acting coach? maybe he could take a few lessons.

“h, go get her a cuppa.. and there’s those baby yogurt melts in the cupboard.”

he doesn’t comment on the fact that belle is at the very least 19, and probably shouldn’t be eating baby food.

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the next morning, belle made her way downstairs quietly. she was surprised to see harry making a cup of tea this early, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace.

she adjusted her earbuds in her ear (anne offered to buy her better ones, airpods or something, but she was fine with her earbuds, even if the wire was a pain in the ass), so they didn’t fall out as she walked.

once she made it into the kitchen, she walked into the pantry, grabbing some random granola bar.

when she turned, she jumped. harry was right behind her. well, in front of her now.

“sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of his way.

he muttered something she didn’t understand.

“um.. sorry about.. last night. i’m kind of jumpy.”

“i noticed.”

he was very short. he didn’t seem to like her much.

“you can.. uh.. take your.. room back.. if you want.”

“it’s yours. i’m fine.”

“are you—“

“i’m sure.”

rude. why was he so rude? what had she done to him? well, besides scream at him, but in her defense, he was just hovering over her! that’s weird!

—

harry still didn’t trust her after a week of being there. she kept to herself for the most part, although he was pretty sure he heard her and gemma giggling in the middle of the night.

he just couldn’t figure out who sent her. why she was here.

his mother explained her freakout when he showed up eventually.

“you gotta be careful with her, h. she’s like.. a bunny, in a way. if you aren’t careful in how you approach her and speak to her, she bolts. first day she was here, i asked her what happened, because she had this horrible cut on her cheek. locked herself in your room for a week. i think whatever put her on the streets is a sensitive topic, and was difficult for her.”

“i jus’ dunno if i trust her, mum.”

“well, i do. she’s sweet, she just needs to warm up to you. she warmed up to me and gemma after about a week or two.. and she’s been more jumpy when gem brings michael around. so.. she might just need a minute.”

“the whole thing just seems.. shady.”

“she’ll tell us when she’s ready. and until then, you’ll make her feel welcomed. speaking of, i’m gonna go wash her clothes. poor girl won’t let us buy her anything. she just has these same clothes she had and a few things gemma convinced her to use.”

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a/n: little thing i wrote on a plane, part 2 soon-ish maybe

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles au #harry styles angst #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry imagine #harry oneshot #harry fic #harry #styles #harry and belle #sweet creature series

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midnightarcheress · 11 days

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you’re going out.

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader cw: pining simon denying till his grave 5 | gold rush masterlist.

Simon was sitting in your living room, hands in the pockets of his jacket and boot anxiously tapping on the wood floor as he waited for you to get ready. you hadn’t seen each other since the trip to France, still too scared to leave your house after that last note, so he wasn’t expecting your rushed text about going out tonight.

“i’m so sorry for calling you last minute,” you say, closing the loop of your earring as you walk out of your bedroom, trying your best not to be late, “a friend invited me for dinner, and i’m not exactly allowed to leave the house without you, so–”

“‘s alright” he mumbles, cutting your rambling and turning to see you, his heart nearly stopping at the view. you’re stunningly standing by the couch, one hand propped on the armrest for support as you lean down to strap your heels, struggling to maintain your balance. in a swift motion, Simon pulls you closer, gently lifting your calf so he could clasp it for you, not noticing your small gasp at his touch and how intimate the gesture must look to anyone else.

he doesn’t mind accompanying you or, in this case, guarding you. it’s nice to have you near, even if it’s just for a few hours and out of arm's reach, it's enough to save him from the dullness of his own life. but tonight is different, new, nerve-inducing. you’re going out with someone. he only ever had to be with you when you’re alone roaming the city or in event-related situations. what the fuck is the etiquette for chaperoning a dinner with a friend?

on the way to the restaurant, he learned that your company is an ex-co-star from one of your movies, who just happened to be your romantic interest. of course. he couldn't help the slight frown that appeared on his face and the small discomfort building in his stomach at the thought of watching you charming some guy for heaven knows how long. the text that gave him hope suddenly turned into a modern-time curse from the gods in a matter of seconds.

the soft piano playing in the background did nothing to steady his heartbeat when the hostess led you to the guy waiting by the window, twenty-thousand-pound watch on his wrist and a smug grin on his face, placing a hand dangerously close to your hip when you greeted him. Simon was placed near the bar, easy path to the exit and a clear view of you, but no liberty to drink away the misery of not being the one making you beam so widely.

it felt like torture, containing the venomous jealousy coursing through his veins, festering his flesh and rotting his brain with gruesome schemes of how he could end this in the blink of an eye. if he had a throwing knife, the guy’s blood would already be pooling under the table and you’d be long one, out of the shackles of your restricting life, far from sycophants and parasites, just safe from whatever threat that wants to maim you.

but he couldn't do that. saving you it’s not on his job description, no matter how badly he wishes to. so he had to endure observing you from afar, watch the soft locks of hair cascading on your face, see your lips take in your third glass of wine, and faintly hear the easy laughter escaping from you after one of the terrible jokes being spit on the table, probably as a consequence of the alcohol, while envy gnawed at the confines of his ribcage and begged to a way out.

it made no sense for him to feel that way towards you. he was on duty. he was there for a horrible reason, so he felt sorry for you, but how much of it is pity and not true affection? why did the green demon eating his insides subdue when he saw how happy you were? why was his heart nearly skipping a beat whenever you glanced in his direction? certainly, it was just a way to reassure yourself that nothing would happen, but what if it was more? what if he was the reason you retracted your hand when the man in front of you reached for it?

the clock hands moved in a dangerously slow pace, minutes dragging like hours and slipping his mind into a parallel universe where he never left his house, but the sight of the check put on top of the beige cloth of your table was the solace lulling him back to peace. he could finally let out the breath he held since you stepped inside, lungs exhaling and expunging the poison from his system, and drive you back, without a single scratch on your skin.

the ride to your house was quiet, neither speaking more than needed. it wasn’t strange, the communication between the two of you happened mostly out of necessity, but the tension was palpable in the car. his grip on the steering wheel was tight, almost as if he was afraid that if he let go, his hand would rip out every strand of hair standing on his scalp. it was too much. he was relieved to be out of there, confused with the turmoil inside his chest, and angry at himself for getting lost in daydreams about you.

“can you walk?” Simon asks, holding the passenger door open after stopping at your gate.

“of course i can walk–” your hand finds his arm before your face falls directly into the cobblestones that pave the path to your front door, “okay, maybe i’m a little tipsy.” Simon rolls his eyes after your blithe chuckle and snakes a hand around your waist, helping you head inside.

once in the warmth of your home and after making sure you weren’t too drunk to take care of yourself, he walked out, stomach churning as he tried to ignore the distress of the night and get ready to melt his troubles with a bourbon. but before he could press the code of the alarm and relax his stiff shoulders, your harrowing scream made his heart drop and his legs sprint back to you, fast as lightning strikes, images of the worst possible scenarios already flooding his vision.

his laboured breath meets you pressed against the wall, wide tear-rimmed eyes glaring at the mirror of your bedroom, and his blood pressure rises with concern. he turns to gaze at the mirror, assessing what made you so frightened, and his own eyes widen, ‘i don’t appreciate you entertaining other men, darling. don’t forget who you belong to.’

how i love inner struggle

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ashdreams2023 · 4 months

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Hi! Am new here, when you have the time, can you write lucius malfoy x crybaby housewife, like shes very sensitive and overthinks about making him upset but in reality lucius finds her little actions and mannurisms cute and lovable? (Ik its very specific and i have horrible grammar)

Been a hot minute since I wrote for hp thanks for the ask!

Lucius Malfoy x crybaby housewife (sensitive)

First off this marriage was arranged so you got that going on

He can tell immediately that you feel extremely nervous and just want to make everybody proud and don’t want to upset him

He finds in endearing

"Beautiful beautiful girl relax, it’s only a few days in France, I will be back in one piece"

You worry too much it makes him worried

Sends you lots of gifts, like what’s your favorite Candy that makes your face eyes light up with excitement?

You will find boxes delivered to the house till you’re sick of it

Doesn’t like to see your tears but understands how overwhelming it may be to try to contain all your emotions

Tries to never raise his voice at you even if he’s not in the brightest of moods

Your little acts of kindness to him do leave him breathless at times though

"What do you mean you fed the peacocks and picked all the fallen feathers to make pillows?!"

"I knew you’ll hate I’m so sorry-" "No! I love it!"

He really likes to spoil you, so expect things like taking a day or two off from work to just spend extra time with when he notices you’ve been a little gloomy all alone at home

Goodness even the house elves have to make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself when something doesn’t go as planned

If you remember the small things about him, the things no one really pays attention too, then he’s all yours and no one can say otherwise

Makes sure to spend birthdays together, no matter how busy he is

"You don’t have to do this, what about work and-" "stop hurting your pretty little head with such nonsense"

Actually tries to be decent to the house elves just because they seem to be the only company you have

One time you tried to surprise him at work and he just couldn’t let you leave because in his own words "you came all this way to surprise and you expect me to let you go away this easily my dear?"

The way you smile when he comes back to the mansion, it just lights up his entire day, no matter how shitty is was

Absolutely adores your antics and takes pride in seeing you being the center of attention

"Am i making a good impression?"

"You’re perfection it self"

#lucius malfoy x y/n #lucius malfoy fanfiction #lucius malfoy x you #lucius malfoy x reader #imagine #lucius malfoy #harry potter oneshot #harry potter requests #lucius my beloved

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elderwisp · 1 month

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Icarus: What are you auditioning for anyways?

Frances: An internship. Don’t worry though, it shouldn’t interfere with work.

Icarus: That’s great news!

Frances: I haven’t landed it yet.

Icarus: Still, that’s exciting. Are you graduating this year?

Frances: I can confidently say yes all thanks to you. I’m gonna pay you back, I haven’t forgotten.

Icarus: Ah, don’t worry too much about that. I would much rather you focus on your future.

Frances: [ chimes ] Moddddd-est.

Icarus: Oh my god.

Frances: You ready?

Icarus: Mhm.

[ As soon as the bow glides across the string, a sharp vibration pierces the room. This sound is much less kinder than the last. Instead, the shrill produced from the instrument are reminiscent of an anxiety-ridden mind. ]

Frances: What do you think?

Icarus: Well… I certainly felt something.

Frances: It was bad wasn’t it? Fuuuck. No!

Icarus: Wait! Sorry! It wasn’t bad. I think you could hear the nerves. If that was what you wanted then great!

Frances: Icarus that’s horrible! That’s not what I want them to hear!

Icarus: I mean, life imitates art, right? Is there something going on?

Frances: Yes. It always feels like there’s something going on though.

Icarus: And that’s fine, everyone is going through something. Myself included.

Frances: [ scoffs ] Yeah right!

Icarus: What do you mean by that?

#damn i'm kinda a bastard for leaving everyone on that final note #LOLZ lots of love!#i wish the bow had a tightening screw but we use our imagination hehei #i was gonna link a song but i really couldn't think or find a piece that portrays that intense feeling #takénobu had a few pieces #maybe neverland #tessellate #sims 4 story #show us your story

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svt-rosalie · 5 months

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. . . ♡ JIHAO ! ? 🪭 MOMENTS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ minghao + jihye! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

warnings. mentions of food and cooking, rosalie hurt her hip, horrible writing

authors note. this was requested by a lovely anon, and it’s takin forever to get out which i’m so sorry for but i’ve got some stuff i’ve got to do today and i just wanted this finished so that’s why it’s so short! i hope you guys and the anonnie like it :)

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON. time frame, 2019

Jihye used to be a ballerina, before she even wanted to become a kpop idol. She was in a prestigious ballet school in Paris, France training and performing as much as she could.

During one of her ballet recitals she was lifted into the air by her male dance partner but his grip had slipped on her causing her to land directly on her left hip and caused a fracture to the ball side of her hip joint. She was out of dance for around 6 months and after that only trained by herself and left the ballet school.

All of the boys and management know about Rosalie’s hip seeing as how it causes her a shooting pain at random along with her lower chronic back pain.

Minghao is always considerate of her pain and is usually the first to notice when she’s hurting. It’ll start with her rubbing her hip lightly, then the hissing of pain when she touches a certain part of her hip, then she’ll law down on her right side with a heating pad on her left.

After their performance at Kcon 2019 LA when they were walking off stage, Hao noticed a slight limp in Jihye’s walk and hand rubbing softly at her hip.

He immediately ran up to her and put all her weight on his body despite him being tired himself, and held her whilst they walked under the stage. Fans noticed it just as quickly and whipped their phones out to capture the cute moment!

“Are you okay Jihye?” You could see the concern lacing Minghao’s eyes.

“I will be in a little bit Oppa! I just need to get my heating pad from my bag once we sit down.” She nodded with a smile.

“I’ll get that for you, you just sit down and relax.” Minghao stated sternly pointing a finger in her face jokingly. Rosalie just laughed and nodded with a thankful expression.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ CAN I HAVE SOME? time frame, 2023

Rosalie was bored, very . . . very . . . very bored. With comeback season for FML coming to stand still for her group she didn’t know what to do with herself. She had deep cleaned the apartment, organized her clothes in her closet in the rainbow order, she’s basically been occupying her time since this morning and now she’s bored.

And what better to do with your time than pretend you have your own cooking show to your fans, she already has to cook dinner anyways! Woozi was in the studio so she would take him some food after she’s done cooking.

The weverse live has been underway for around 25 minutes by the time Rosalie had received a call from the 97’ liner.

“Hello?” A males voice could be heard through the speaker of the phone. “Ah! Minghao Oppa are you okay with being on speaker?”

“Yes.” “Good because you already were.” Minghao let out a chuckle at her words.” Rosie set her phone down as she mixed the jajangmyeon noodles and sauce together.

“Why’d you call, I’m live at the moment.” Rosie asked.

“What you can’t take some time out of your day to talk to your favorite older brother?” He asked teasingly. “You know I don’t have favorites!” She replied defensively.

That was a complete lie, both them and the fans watching knew that that was a lie and Rosie couldn’t deny it.

The call goes silent for a second before Minghao speaks up “You’re making dinner right?” Rosie hums out a yes whilst nodding, trying to best to focus on both the meal she’s making and the phone call. “Can I have some?” Rosie lets out a loud laugh.

“Of course Hao, you know I’ll always cook for you!”

“Good because I’m at the door, come unlock it.” Rosie giggled.

“I’ll be right back Carats, Minghao wants some dinner.” She stated before walking out of the camera view to unlock the door.

It always felt refreshing to see one of her older brothers outside of the stressful performing environment. Once she opened the door Minghao stepped in taking off his shoes and pulled the younger girl in for a hug. The two walked back into the kitchen and in the view of the camera where the two smiled and greeted Carats once again.

“Oh it smells good in here.” He complimented “I hope it does, I’ve been working on it for half an hour now. Can you do me a favor and grab the kimchi from the fridge?” Minghao nodded and did as she asked not without peaking and seeing some Crème Caramel, one of his favorite french desserts that Rosie enjoyed making.

“Oh you made Crème Caramel! Please tell me there is enough for me?” He pouted cutely handing her the kimchi she asked for. Rosie nodded and laughed “As long as you come with me to take Woozi Oppa some of this food.”

Minghao nodded his head as fast as he could, there’s was nothing more he would die for than Rosalie’s cooking.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FLOWERS, FOR ME? FOR YOU! time frame, 2018

Rosie was always picking flowers or talking about flowers. Her favorites were tulips, orchids, lotus, hibiscus, tiger lilies, carnations, hydrangeas, basically every single flower to exist she loves. It’s been brought up a lot throughout her idol career seeing as it was something very known about her.

At fan signings Rosie receives a ton of flowers and when I mean a ton, I mean Pledis Entertainment had to send out a notice and tell fans they aren’t allowed to bring her flowers anymore and to say that upset Rosie deeply, it did.

Every fan sign she was super excited to see what kinds of flowers she would receive and be told “You’re my favorite flower.” because you know her name is Rosalie and roses are a type of flower. You get the point.

The boys had noticed this and Rosie had expressed to Minghao how she was upset and would miss the flowers but she would get over it at some point.

Minghao didn’t like that. He did not like seeing his Rosebud upset because Pledis can’t handle the fact that Rosie is popular and enjoys receiving flowers.

So for their fansign that was coming up Minghao order the biggest bouquet of flowers he could. It included some of her favorite flowers in her favorite colors which he knew she would enjoy.

Everyone was on stage talking to Carats and messing with the gifts the fans had gotten them when Minghao had grabbed the mic and spoke.

“Everyone, I have a gift for Rosie.” Said girl looked up in suprise, she was just cuddling one of the stuffed animals she had been given when she was called out and was definitely confused.

“I know Carats aren’t allowed to bring Rosalie flowers anymore but nobody ever said anything about me getting flowers for our favorite Rose!” He exclaimed before grabbing the bouquet of flowers from a staff member and handing them to the youngest member.

Rosie didn’t want to cry but she couldn’t help it. It was such a small thing for him to do for her but it meant so much to her at the time.

“These are for me?”

“Of course.”

Rosie hugged him as tightly as she could without hurting him or the flowers, thanking him profusely.

Minghao helped wipe Rosie’s tears as she giggled, “The prettiest flowers for our flower.”

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kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl · 9 months

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Still into you (Remus Lupin x Gryffindor!reader)

Summary - The story of how Remus Lupin and Y/N Y/L/N fell in love.

Warnings - Mention of being disciplined, food, talk about scars, and Remus thinking of himself as a monster. If there's any I missed, please let me know so I can add it to the list.

Requested? - No

A/N - Hi! It's been a while since I posted here, but I was suddenly extremely inspired to write this sorta slow-burn fic about Remus Lupin. This is also my first song-fic, so I hope it turned out well. This is based on the song, 'Still into you' by Paramore. Without any further delay, let's get started!

Y/N P.O.V.

Can't count the years on one hand

That we've been together

Years before Remus and Y/N received their Hogwarts letters, they met at the park by the swings. Y/N remembered this first meeting very distinctly, the cool autumn breeze kept getting her hair in her face, the vanilla ice cream her mom bought her melting into a sticky liquid and drying on her hand as she ran to be the first to the free swing.

A hand grabbed the other chain of the swing at the same time as Y/N’s. Frowning, her eyes followed the hand and noted the owner of it. A boy the same age as her, with a matching frown, light brown locks, and dark brown eyes. Scars littered his face and hands.

“I got here first,” seven-year-old Y/N said, pulling the swing towards her.

“No, I did!” The boy retorted.

Little Y/N looked to her mom for help, but she had stopped running after her daughter to entertain one of her friends in conversation. In the meantime, the boy managed to seat himself on the swing, forcing Y/N to move away as he started swinging, grinning victoriously.

“That’s cheating! That’s unfair!” Y/N whined.

He ignored her. That’s when she noticed another free swing next to the young boy. She quickly sat on it, still frowning and lightly swaying, finishing off the ice cream in her hand.

She tried to ignore the boy next to her, choosing to focus on the trees surrounding the park instead. She laughed at two birds fighting over a piece of bread on the ground, catching her mother’s attention.

Her mother reached her side, scowling at the mess she had made of herself with the ice cream.

“Come on Y/N, we’re going home. We need to clean you up,” her mother said in a strict voice.

Y/N looked back at the swings longingly, only to notice the boy looking slightly guilty. She stuck her tongue out at the boy, who scrunched up his face in return, making her laugh.

—

The next time she saw the boy was weeks later. The meeting place seemed to stay consistent though.

This time, Y/N was playing in the sand, attempting to make a sand castle using the bucket her mom got her. Once she was done carving in some windows, she sat back beaming, proud of her creation.

Not even a moment later, a group of boys ran past her, trampling her huge project. “Hey!” She stood up and shouted, but they didn’t pay her any mind, continuing their game of tag.

Tears started to build up in her eyes as she fell to her knees, trying to salvage as much of it as possible.

As she tried to rebuild the shape, another pair of hands started helping. It was the same pair of hands she had seen the other day at the park; filled with scars. “I’m sorry, those guys are horrible,” The boy muttered to her.

She sniffled in response. The realization hit them at the same time; they wouldn’t be able to salvage this mess.

“I’m Remus, Remus Lupin,” the boy told her.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she replied.

“Y/L/N?” he heard him mutter. “You’re magic too?” He asked her in astonishment.

“You know about magic?” Y/N responded, equally excited, temporarily forgetting about her previous disappointment.

“Which school do you want to go to learn magic?” She asked him, practically jumping up and down.

“I don’t know much about the schools,” he muttered sadly.

“Well, there’s Hogwarts, that’s located in Scotland, it’s the one I really want to go to! Then there’s Ilvermorny which is the American school, and Beauxbatons in France, which is where my mum wants me to attend. And there’s also-” Y/N is cut off by Remus as she counted on her fingers.

“I want to go to Hogwarts with you!” he said.

“Yes! We can be best friends forever!”

The kids played around in the sand for a while, throwing handfuls at each other, and trying to beat the others’ castle.

When they had to go home, they promised to meet each other at least once a week. Y/N’s mother dragged her home, with a disgusted look on her face at how messy she had been.

I need the other one to hold you

Make you feel, make you feel better

When Remus told Y/N of his ‘furry little problem’, they both were 10 years old. He had let it slip by mistake.

Initially, Y/N pestered him about his scars, but as she grew older, she understood to respect his privacy.

They were talking about the children’s story, ‘The Three Little Pigs’, and Remus had let it slip that he was the big bad wolf. Y/N laughed it off, thinking it was a joke, but when Remus wasn’t chuckling with her, as he usually did, she turned serious.

“You’re serious,” Y/N said.

The brown-haired boy simply nodded.

Remus was terrified. He didn’t know how she would react; if they would only become close with no secrets left to share between them or if he would lose his only friend. He believed the latter would happen.

“You’re- You’re a werewolf,” Y/N stuttered, letting the information sink in.

“Look, Y/N, I know you probably hate me now, ‘cause I’m a monster-” Remus rambled on.

Once out of her shock, Y/N stopped Remus’s pacing around the room by standing up and holding his hand, effectively calming him down.

“I don’t think you're a monster, Remus. I mean would a monster fold his socks? I don't know much about werewolves though, could you tell me more about them? So I can understand you better?”

“You don’t hate me?” Remus looks into Y/N’s eyes, still frightened at the thought of losing his best friend.

“I've known you for what- three years now? I could never hate you Remmy,“ Y/N says, leading him to the bed in his room to sit down.

“So, are you comfortable telling me more about it?” Y/N said, her hand never leaving his.

Remus nodded before saying, “Yeah, um, a little bit,”

Y/N nodded back encouragingly.

Remus then launched into a vague explanation of how he got bitten at the age of 5 (to which Y/N gasped) and his monthly transformations.

That day, Y/N gave Remus a huge hug, not letting go for a long time, muttering into his ear about how strong she thought he was, going through all of this at such a young age.

After that day, Y/N spent weeks reading up on werewolves and how to help them, gathering all of the information possible.

It’s not a walk in the park

To love each other

Y/N’s parents weren’t blood supremacists, but they expected her to behave like a perfect daughter. Though they didn’t believe in pureblood supremacy, they were still a part of the sacred twenty-eight, so they had to keep up appearances and make others believe they did, so Y/N would be disciplined regularly.

Her father was rarely around, not even staying nights at his own house with his family. Y/N’s mother had basically raised her by herself.

Y/N would be told to make friends with other pureblood kids at the parties she was forced to attend. Since she didn’t share the pureblood ideals with the other kids, she never really connected with any of them.

Only one kid managed to pique her attention. She saw him just once. It was the older Black child. He made quite an impression on her when he pranked everyone at the party by mixing something in their drinks, making everyone speak different languages.

Between Remus’s transformations, and the appearances Y/N had to keep up, at one point they hadn’t met for over 3 weeks.

But when our fingers interlock

Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it

The night before Y/N and Remus got their Hogwarts letters, they had a sleepover, mentally preparing for the acceptance.

They help hands, fingers interlocked as they opened their letters the next morning before breakfast.

Y/N watched the pure joy on his face in admiration.

‘Cause after all this time, I’m still into you

Y/N and Remus had caught the Hogwarts Express the same summer on September 1st. They found an empty compartment and sat together.

Three other boys joined them later. Sirius Black. She remembered that Christmas night extremely well. James Potter. Another well-known name in the Wizarding World. Peter Pettigrew. She didn’t know much about him but felt bad for the nervous, petite boy.

The kids became quick friends, but Y/N never left Remus’ side.

When all of them were sorted into Gryffindor, they only became closer. Soon, they formed the Marauders, the infamous band of troublemakers.

Y/N couldn’t help Remus through his monthly transformations, but she was always there waiting for him when he came back, battered and beat up, ready to heal him.

They both managed to hide the secret till their 3rd year, which came as quite a shock to them, but considering the boys’ obliviousness, was understandable.

When the boys found out, Y/N had stood in front of Remus protectively, ready to defend anything they would say about Remus. Just as Y/N was at first, they were more or less unaware of the topic, so with Remus’ permission, Y/N explained to them all about werewolves.

They were extremely accepting of him and insisted on doing their own reading and trying to find a solution to help him.

By the end of the year, the marauders (minus Remus) had found a solution; they would all become animagi to help Remus during his transformations. They attempted to hide this information from Remus, but given that none of them could stay quiet for very long, Remus found out soon enough.

He was completely against the idea. Not only was insanely dangerous, but also illegal.

Although, Sirius and James being the hard-headed people they were, didn’t step down either. Remus ended up begrudgingly accepting that none of the Marauders were going to listen to him.

They all finally managed to turn at the end of the fourth year. James was a stag, Sirius a black dog, Peter a rat, and Y/N a black panther.

The first time they tried helping Remus was in June. The last full moon before the summer break. No one got out unscathed. James, Sirius, and Y/N mainly tried to get Remus to stop hurting himself, stopping him from scratching and biting at his own skin, causing him to attack them in his state.

The entirety of the next day was spent in the Hospital Wing, recovering and convincing Remus that it wasn’t his fault and he wasn’t in control.

He begged them to stop, and not help him during full moons, but they kept reminding him that it was their choice and he couldn’t do anything to stop them.

“We’re your best friends Remus. We don’t hate you, and we want to help you. We love you, and we don’t want you hurting yourself. You deserve this and so much more.” Y/N told him one night when they were spending some time together.

During the summers, the Marauders kept in touch through letters, and Y/N helped Remus through his transformations. His werewolf side seemed much more calm when it was just him and her.

—

The Marauders’ fifth year was eventful. Remus and Y/N were made prefects. Remus shared his first crush with his friends. Sirius had run away from home, and Y/N had her first date, kiss, and boyfriend.

Whenever Remus saw Y/N with her boyfriend, he always had a pit in his stomach. He didn’t know what it was but blamed it on not liking the boyfriend as a person.

Everyone else could see how jealous he actually was.

Y/N didn’t know why, but she would catch herself staring at her best friend of 8 years. She would imagine what it would be like wearing his sweaters and being in his arms all the time. When Remus would talk about his crush, Y/N tried to avoid the topic that was, for some unknown reason, making her uncomfortable.

Remus realized these feelings were jealousy when his best mates were teasing him about it.

Why would he be jealous? He thought.

“Because you’re in love with her,” Sirius simply said, grinning.

“You were thinking out loud,” James said, at the confused look on the taller boy's face.

“No! No, I’m not in love with her!” Remus retaliated. “I like Alice.”

“Sure, you like Alice. But you love Y/N!” Peter quipped from the corner.

That was the moment Y/N chose to enter the common room, causing the four boys to shut up and give her weird looks.

She raised her eyebrows in question at their weirder-than-normal looks. “You guys okay?” she questioned, taking a seat next to Remus on the couch.

She took out her charms book and a piece of parchment to start on the homework.

“Yeah”

“Mm-hmm”

“Totally fine”

“Yup!”

The replies filled the silence as she narrowed her eyes at them, then rolled them, going back to her work.

—

Y/N soon broke up with her now ex-boyfriend, though they ended on friendly terms, realizing they just weren’t meant to be together.

—

Y/N came to terms with her feelings when she was hanging out with the girls in her dorm one winter evening.

They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, by the campfire, talking about anything and everything. Soon the conversation was directed toward crushes. Y/N told them she didn’t like anyone at the moment.

They teased Lily for a while about James. When they all looked his way, he gave Lily a wink. She rolled her eyes in response, but when she turned away, they teased the slight blush on her cheeks.

Y/N’s friends noticed her attention was caught by something else, following her line of view, they grinned seeing Remus Lupin at the other end of it.

“YOU DO LIKE SOMEONE!” Marlene screamed out loud, catching Y/N’s attention along with everyone else’s in the room.

Y/N turns back to the group, eyes opened wide. “What is wrong with you lot?” she whisper-shouted.

“Nothing to see here! Back to your own conversations!” Dorcas shouted, conducting damage control.

“You like Remus Lupin!” Marlene teased, quieter this time.

Y/N glances back at him, who looks away just as their eyes meet.

She blushed at the sight of him hunched over his homework, chuckling when Sirius said something funny.

“Look at her, she’s blushing and everything,” Dorcas teased.

“I like him?” Y/N questioned.

“Yes you do, you dummy,” Marlene taunted.

“So? How are you gonna confess?” Lily asked.

“Confess? No, no, I can’t, I can’t ruin our friendship. I mean, he probably doesn’t even feel the same way anyways,” Y/N rambled.

“Doesn’t even feel the same way,” Marlene mimicked her voice, “Sure. I mean, he’s totally not staring right now,”

Y/N looked back only to see Remus staring dreamily, giving her a smile when he noticed her looking back.

She grins back at him, looking away before she could see other boys tease her new-found crush.

“Okay, so, here’s how you’re gonna confess,”

And with that, the other three girls started cooking up a plan for Y/N to confess to her crush.

—

One night, after a particularly rough full moon, Y/N stayed by Remus’s side all night in the Hospital Wing, refusing to leave until she saw a sign of him waking up.

Remus didn’t wake up until the next morning though, around mid-day.

Y/N was there holding his hand.

Her head snapped up as she saw movement in her peripheral. Remus was waking.

She left Remus’s side, but only to call for Madam Pomfrey. Once she had caught the Healer’s attention, she was back at his side.

Y/N was the first thing Remus saw when he woke up. A grin immediately appeared on his face.

“You okay?” Y/N asked frowning. “Don’t talk, please, you’ll hurt yourself,”

He nodded.

“Miss Y/L/N, can you please step away for a second, Mr Lupin needs a change of clothes,” Madam Pomfrey said strictly.

Y/N squeezed his hand one last time before stepping away, allowing the curtains to be drawn.

—

Remus P.O.V.

Once Remus managed to change into the hospital gown Poppy provided him, careful not to touch any fresh wounds, she turned around.

As he sat in his bed, Poppy handed him some potions to drink.

“That girl must be smitten with you,” she said absent-mindedly.

Remus almost choked on the potion at the off-handed comment.

“What?” he managed to say between a fit of coughs.

“Well, she didn’t leave your side all night, I’d say that she’s pretty smitten by you,”

With that, Poppy left.

—

Y/N P.O.V.

Y/N paced around nervously until she saw Madam Pomfrey step out. She practically ran back to his bed.

“Miss Y/L/N, since you refuse to leave, can you make sure he takes a sip of this potion every hour? It will help with the pain.” Madam Pomfrey said before taking her leave.

Y/N noticed Remus was now sitting up, face contorted in slight disgust due to the taste of the potion he just took.

“Hi Remmy, how are you feeling?” Y/N asked, concerned.

“Fine,” he practically groaned.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help more last night-” Y/N choked on her words as she stepped forward to hold his hand. Tears pooled in her eyes as she imagined the amount of pain he must be going through.

His warm hand squeezed hers in an attempt to console her.

“I’m fine,” he rasped out.

“Is there anything you want?” Y/N asked, wanting to ease his pain as much as possible.

“No, I’m more than happy with you here,” He whispered.

She chuckled in response.

“You really gave us a big scare there, Sirius and James have only gone to class ‘cause they had to make notes for the two of us, otherwise they refused to leave too,” Y/N rambled on.

“Have you eaten anything?” Remus asked her.

“You shouldn’t be worrying about me, You’re the one who needs to be taken care of right now-”

“Have you, though?”

“What?”

“Eaten anything?”

A smile fell on Y/N’s lips at his caring nature. “Yes, I had some toast, that Prongs and Pads got me, wasn’t feeling-”

“I like you.”

That stopped Y/N’s talking.

“Huh?”

“I like you Y/N/N, like more than a friend,” he let the conversation trail off into silence, only disturbed by the ticking of the clock in the room.

He brought up her hand that was still clasped in his to his lips, pressing them to her hand and murmuring “Y/N/N?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry, just in shock. I um, was not expecting that today, but, I like you too. Like a lot.” She replied feeling butterflies in her stomach at his actions. A blush rested on her cheeks.

“Really? Despite my ugly scars and furry little problem?”

“Okay, first off, your scars are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. Secondly, your furry little problem makes you who you are. The strongest and bravest person I know,” it was now her turn to bring his hand to her lips.

They never broke eye contact. “Can I kiss you?” Remus asked her.

He heard her breath hitch in her throat.

She leaned in, giving him a peck, testing the waters, before going in for a real kiss.

It was perfect.

When they pulled apart, both of them smiled as if drunk on love.

Y/N didn’t know where she found the courage, but she said “Will you be my boyfriend?”

“You’re sure you want to do this Y/N/N?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Remus. When you helped me rebuild my sand castle, that was when I knew, I wanted you in my life forever. I needed someone as sweet and kind as you. When you told me about your furry little problem, you told me your deepest, darkest secret…And that’s when I knew, we could trust each other with our lives. I don’t know when I started liking you as more than a friend, but I do, and you’re my best friend and…maybe boyfriend?” she ended in a questioning tone, “That is if you’ll have me,”

“After that sappy speech, how could I not say yes,” he replied, grinning like an idiot.

She simply laughed and gave him a peck on the lips.

They pulled further apart when they heard applause, confused.

The curtains were drawn open entirely to reveal the rest of the Marauders standing there.

“Finally! I thought you’d never confess!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Seriously mate. Congratulations though you two,” James said as he swung an arm around Sirius’s shoulders.

“Yeah!” Peter squeaked.

Y/N laughed at their antiques, squeezing Remus’s hand at the embarrassed look on his face.

I should be over all the butterflies

But I'm into you (I'm into you)

And baby even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Even after years of being together, every time Remus held Y/N’s hand, she felt safe and comforted. Every time he complimented her, the butterflies in her stomach went crazy. She would blush every time he kissed her, or hugged her.

She should be over all the butterflies after years of being together, but she’s still into him.

Y/N continued to become a healer, to help Remus after his transformations. She would stay up all night beside him, making sure to get him medicine as soon as he woke.

The two best friends fell deeper and deeper in love with each other as each day passed.

Let 'em wonder how we got this far

'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you

A/N: So I've been obsessed with the Marauders even more recently, especially Remus and Regulus. I hope you liked this song-fic!

-TheBlueBookworm is out~!!

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jazzmasternot · 6 months

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Nightmare Blunt Rotation. Hetalia Edition

This is just me explaining who I would not want to smoke with and why. this is coming from an experienced smoker lol

N Italy

I feel like he would cough up a lung right away, forget how to breathe, and go lay down in the other room

Germany

Two rounds in he would probably go non verbal and would end up just sitting on their phone the whole time

Japan

Yeah basically the whole axis powers lol I’m sorry but yeah he would probably start getting paranoid halfway through and everyone would have to try calming him down

France

I feel like he’d get a lil to comfortable and say something out of pocket, like just horrible take that immediately kills the vibe.

China

Would get very emotional and get the munchies real bad but not offer to share with anyone else bc he’d be holding the whole family sized bag on his lap

Austria

Would violently cough for a long time and decline water when ppl offer it to him and he would do this every single time it was him turn. If there was music playing in the background he’d start ugly singing along to it.

Russia

This man would find everything super funny even if it wasn’t and would start suggesting that we all watch YouTube it would all be things like fatal car crash compilations.

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Hi guys I will not elaborate on these takes these are just late night ramblings

#hetalia #hws china #hws italy #hws germany #hws japan #hws france #hws austria #hws russia #I clearly wrote this high #hws imagine #hetalia imagines #hetalia incorrect quotes #aph #stoner au

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odusseus-xvi · 10 months

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If some of you want a bit of positivity, Both Baghera and Aypierre tweeted this morning about yesterday's situation : (I am not going back on twitter anytime soon, I'm not exagerrating, I went there for 5 minutes this morning and got nausea)

Baghera : I'm not putting the link to the tweet because most of you won't see it anyway, so I'm I'm just copypasting :

"Good morning

Just a quick reminder that QSMP community is an amazing community and that I’m having an amazing time and the majority of people are a big support -

Now lezgo to Paris to meet amazing creators"

Aypierre : Same, I'm gonna copy paste. Wanted also to add to those who didn't know he is reffering to some of his jokes that may have passed as offensive and started a second discourse (mostly the "Forever got arrested for dealing cocaine" joke at the beginning of the debate) He explains it a little but basically French humor and norms are very diferent than english and american ones, one of our (french) main form of humor is being incredibly crass and mocking absolutely everything and everyone (including ousrselves) (for example one of his main jokes on the smp is that he gives alcohol to two month old children and that it's completely normal and innocent in france, wich he knows is horrible but tragically the truth for a lot of families over here. Anyway here is the tweet in english (he actually wrote it first in Brazilian, then english, then french to be sure everyone understood)

"To QSMP's Brazilian viewers: sorry if some felt offended by the French jokes/trolls, it's just our sometimes offbeat humor - there's absolutely no hatred towards you or any other community/nationality. As I've always said, if any content creators have any concerns about this they can come straight to me, I know you can laugh at anything but not necessarily with everyone. I love the interactions I have with forever, pac & mike and all the other players and I don't want a "war" to break out between communities just because of little jokes. And of course I know Forever doesn't do cocaine, he's a minecraft streamer, not a roblox streamer lol"

Anyway, don't forget to love each other, this is what all of this is about.

#qsmp #qsmp baghera jones #qsmp aypierre

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marauderundercover · 1 year

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us against the world

“Now this might sound controversial, but I think that went well.” Jagged says cheerfully, sticking the key into the ignition. Marinette huffs out a laugh, shaking her head.

“If by well you mean the school is still standing, then sure, it went well.” She says. Jagged frowns, pulling the car away from the curb.

“What’s wrong, M?” He asks, his cheerful tone switched for a serious one. Marinette frowns, turning her attention out the window.

“I just- I don’t think I’m going to fit in at that school. It’ll be like being around a bunch of Chloes, and I just- I don’t know.” She sighs.

“Just- just give it a chance, yeah?” He asks softly. Marinette nods, silently. She would try to like Gotham Academy. Just like she would try to like Gotham itself. “You start tomorrow, but I’ve got an interview I’ve got to get to in New York. Penny’s gonna stay behind and make sure you get to and from school okay.” Jagged adds. Marinette turns to him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re going to go do something without Penny?” She asks. He nods. “You know I’m fourteen, right? I can take care of myself for a few days.” Jagged frowns.

“I’m not leaving you alone for your first day of school, Mari. I know- I know that I’m not your dad, and that I’m not the best person to try and be a parent for you. But I’m trying, kid. I really am. And part of that is making sure you have support when you need it. Starting at a new school is definitely something that you need support with.” He says.

“I think you’re doing fine.” Marinette says softly.

“Thanks, kiddo.” Jagged says, just as softly, as he turns the car down the excessively long driveway. Gotham, Marinette had decided, was odd. But she would try to enjoy it.

---

Staring up at the building looming over her, Marinette tries hard to not panic. It was just school, after all. Sure, she was transferring in two months after everyone else had started. And she was in a new country. And she was alone. But that was fine. Everything was going to be fine. Sucking in a deep breath, Marinette pushes through the front doors. And immediately runs into a person.

“Mon dieu, er, I’m so sorry. I just kinda shoved the door open and I wasn’t really looking where I was going because I’m so early and I thought that no one else would be here yet and-” Marinette begins to ramble, nervously wringing her hands.

“Tt. If the doors to the building are unlocked, there is usually someone else inside.” The boy says stiffly. Marinette glances at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious or sarcastic. Deciding to just count her losses, she nods.

“Right. Well, sorry again.” She says. The boy simply hums in acknowledgement before walking away. Pushing her bangs out of her face, Marinette sighs. The first classmate she’d met and it’d gone horribly. Go figure. Hopefully once she had her schedule, things would go better. And who knows, maybe mystery angry guy wasn’t in any of her classes.

---

Marinette was going to have a long, long talk with the kwami when she got home. Theoretically, they probably had nothing to do with her horrible luck. But not only did she share almost every class with the angry guy, but she was also assigned to sit next to him in said classes. Including being assigned his lab partner in biology. You would think saving France from a crazed meglomaniac would give her enough good karma that she wouldn’t have to worry about sitting by grumpy boys who refused to talk to her in every class. Apparently not. Walking into the cafeteria, Marinette can feel her panic creeping in once again. Tables were full, or nearing full, and she had no friends. It wasn’t easy when everyone else already knew each other, and had routines that they’d been following since August. Scanning the room, she spots a fairly empty table, but pauses. The guy from earlier was sitting there, angrily tearing apart his sandwich while another boy talks animatedly to him. It was the last thing she actually wanted to do, but seeing as it was the most empty table, she’d have to just go with it. Better to sit away from the two boys quietly than sit at a table where people were going to ask her a million questions that she didn’t want to answer. Stopping at the edge of the table, she clears her throat and tries not to flinch when the boy from earlier sends a small glare her way.

“I promise I won’t talk to you guys, there’s just- most of the other tables are full. Could I sit here?” She asks, direcitng her question to the talkative one instead of the angry one. His eyes widen slightly, but he nods.

“Oh, uh, sure, of course. Um, you can sit closer to us if you want.” He offers, nodding to the chair at the end of the table closest to them. Marinette hesitates.

“Oh, well I wouldn’t-” She starts, but the angry boy cuts her off.

“Just sit. Lunch is only twenty minutes and you’ve already wasted nearly half of it.” He says, his voice lacking the venom she’d expected. Marinette sits and pulls out the lunch that Penny had packed her, her lips twitching up at the note.

“What’s that?” The talkative boy asks, leaning slightly in. Marinette feels herself blush involuntarily. It’s not that she was embarrassed that Penny had left the note but- well, she was in high school.

“Oh. Er, my-” Marinette pauses, trying to think of a good word for Penny. “Guardian put a note in my lunch. I think she was worried since it’s my first day.” She says, shrugging.

“Guardian?” He asks. Marinette winces.

“Yeah. Guardian.” She says. He opens his mouth, probably to ask another question, but his friend cuts him off.

“Harv, cool it with the questions.” He says. His friend- Harv?- pouts, but nods.

“Sorry about that. I’m Harvey, by the way. Harvey Dent.” He says. Marinette smiles.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She says, glancing at the ‘angry’ boy. She raises an eyebrow to him and he snorts.

“Really? You don’t know me?” He asks, and it didn’t sound pretentious. Instead, he sounded shocked. And a little tired. Marinette shrugs.

“Haven’t been in Gotham for very long.” She says.

“I’m Bruce.” He says. “Welcome to Gotham Academy.” Marinette smiles back at the boy. Maybe Gotham Academy wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be.

***

So this idea came to me and wouldn’t leave my head. Let me know what you guys think! I have a general idea for where I want to go with this, and once I have a little more, it’ll move to AO3 (as is typical for my stories).

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#maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat #maribat bruce wayne #maribat damian wayne #maribat jason todd #maribat dick grayson #maribat alfred pennyworth #maribat tim drake

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leahsflwer · 8 months

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Miles Maitland imagine “I will miss you my dear” smut || Michael Sheen

Warnings: Adult content, smut, not for innocent people 💀, explicit content (words & actions)

Miles Maitland x masc reader ♥️

Miles spotted men from across the room and smiled hurrying over to me with no thought while the others danced around the hospital room. I couldn’t help but flash a smile in return. Miles was so bubbly. He held my hand and suggested I come over with him, but I declined his offer by shaking my head. He was quick to understand and pulled me outside to my car.

He got inside and so did I. He looked down with his glasses on and I couldn’t already tell something was up with him.

I removed his shades and spotted the tears under them, he sweet, soft face was now red and wet from his tears and sniffles.

The sight broke my heart, I immediately held his hand and looked him in the eyes. He was taken back by my sudden touch but eventually smiled and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.. it’s just that I must go back to France. I am not ready to leave you all. Especially you. I’m will miss you my dear” he fake chuckled, I could hear the pain in his voice and it was horrible

“I’ll come with you. I do not care to live here. I’d prefer to be there” I replied

“But your job? You would lose your job that you worked so hard for?” He shook his head

“No. You’re more important than anything in the world. I care upon you, more than some job that I do not even like.” I smiled and lifted his head up by his chin.

He flashed an adorable smile at me with his blue eyes beaming and glossy from his past tears. He was back to the happy Miles I loved. Miles was giving me butterflies from just a simple stare, he was beautiful.

I didn’t think as I leaned over and kissed him. But his lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I was bigger than him so I could easily hold his face like it was a feather.

He climbed over onto my side and sat on my lap, his body felt so soft and fragile, but I held onto his waist and smiled into the kiss. Deepening it and he didn’t even hesitate to let my tongue explore his mouth. The kiss was growing hotter and more needy.

His hips slowly started to grind down on me, causing a groan to escape my mouth. He was not waisting any time and I loved that.

I could feel my cock harden as he continued to grind down on it. He wasn’t being easy on me today so I wouldn’t be easy on him either. He stopped everything and slide down to the car floor and looked up at me with puppy eyes as if he was asking for it.

He grinned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers. the cold air hitting my shaft made me grip onto the car seat, his warm hand held onto it and slowly pumped it, making me groan.

“Fuck..” I breathed out as he wrapped his mouth around my shaft as much as his pretty mouth could take.

My hand made its way to his black curls and gripped onto them, gently pushing him down further. I could feel him moan at the action sending electric waves throughout my body.

He was making me moan from just a simple blowjob. Usually I was fine by them, but this was different, I’d liked him for a long time so perhaps that’s why it felt so much better. But Miles was good at it, a natural.

Soon I gripped tighter onto his hair and bucked my hips.

“Fuck Miles- I’m gonna- fuck…” I groaned as I released into his warm mouth.

Miles pulled away and swallowed what he could, using he finger to wipe some off him lip and licked it off. He was dirty and it turned me on even more.

He got back up and removed his pants and underwear that was a deep blue. It suited his figure with his perfect hips and those chubby thighs. He sat back on my lap and gently lined himself up at my cock. I was a bit nervous for him to just take it like that, but he seemed happy with it. So as he slowly pushed me inside him I kissed his neck leaving soft kisses and little marks.

“Shit.. you’re so big~” He moaned out and slowly bounced up and down.

He looked so good jumping on my cock like that, I wanted to treat him like a princess and cherish him. It felt so good I thought it was a dream. But his moans were my reminder, those perfect sounds.

It was music to my ears.

[Now.. this was a late night write so I apologise for how bad it is lmao! But enjoy if that’s your cuppa tea? I’m in the process of writing much better imagines ahha]

#miles maitland #bright young things #smut #angst #fluff #imagine #short imagine #late night write

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Omg okay this is super angsty but you know how Tommy pretty much raised Ada and Finn alongside Polly? Imagine if there was another Shelby sister born after the boys came back from the war, and Tommy raising their new baby sister (who is a spitting imagine of Tommy) from birth on and she gets confused and calls him “Daddy” when she’s a toddler as he’s a father figure to his baby sister, and him having to go, “No sweetie, I’m your big brother” and having to explain why she doesn’t have a mommy and daddy and Y/n saying that she wishes that he was her dad 😭UGH I AM SORRY FOR SUCH AN ANGSTY ASK

This was adorable! Thank you for another great request I hope no one minds that the last few were a bit on the shorter side. Finding a gif for this was really tough.

Warnings: sad kiddos. Hurt comfort.

Waking up in the morning was hard enough. But now he cursed his mother's name under his breath.

Little Margaret Shelby was 4 and a half years old, and when Thomas came home from France she was slightly unsure of him. He’d raised her before the war but those memories were far gone in her little head.

Now that the boys had settled in, she was very sure of him. She knocked on his door every morning, struggle to open the door, then picking up the mug of tea because she didn't have hands big enough to do both at the same time. And it was the worst tea imaginable, but she would sit on the bottom of his bed proudly, looking at him like he was a Saint.

“Daddy, what are we going to do today?” She looked at him with the same blue eyes he saw every time he looked in a mirror. He briefly choked on his mouthful of tea, hating the way it burned, just as much as the fact he had to experience the sip twice.

“Margaret.” He sighed. He was avoiding this and hoped that she just looked up to him. Remembering the way he would see her hurt watching John’s kids pile into his arms every night, his heart felt like it was going to give out.

“Have I upsetted you?” She stumbled on the words as her eyes started to sting. Her lip fought hard not to curl the way it used to when she was a baby.

“No, love. But I’m your brother, like John and Arthur. Not your father.” He got it over with. She wouldn't be small forever, and this would be a bad memory lost amongst the sea of bad memories children born in this family experienced. But watching her head give a little nod and how her tiny fingers clenched into fists, he wanted to find something to say to make things better.

“But we look the same.” She said in a quivering voice. He knew from Polly’s letters that she’d gotten attached to a photo of him, absolutely certain that he was her father. Polly tried to tell her multiple times, eventually forcing the girl to keep her thoughts to herself. Polly warned him that she would probably work up the nerve to ask, and she did her best to keep them apart thinking the distance would help. Probably why the girl would try to wake up before everyone to visit him.

“I suppose we do.” He tried to make his voice sound cheerful, but even he could tell it fell short.

“Where’s mum and dad then?” tears started to run down her little rosy cheeks.

“Mum jumped into the cut, dad left us.” He wanted to lie to her, but somehow the truth was easier.

“They didn’t want me.” The girl was crushed. He quickly abandoned his tea on the night table and motioned her to come closer. She wasted no time settling herself under his arm.

“Mum and Dad didn’t want any of us. Nothing to do with you.” She nodded and he could tell she was going her best to put on a brave face.

“And you won’t be my dad.” She pushed her head into his shirt so he couldn't see her face.

“Doesn't mean I won’t love you. Look after ya and stuff.” Her eyes met his and suddenly he didn’t mind the horrible tea or the way she followed him around every second he was home.

“Where did mum swim to?”

“Heaven.” He answered and her face fell again.

“You won’t swim to heaven right?” He knew she was asking him not to leave her behind as they did. But his mind wandered to the gun in his night table, opium pipe under his bed, and the horrid men digging on the other side of his wall all night. He made a choice.

He knew how bad this would be for someone so soft and small, the thought of her being alone like he was in the chaos that was this family, it wasn't something another person needed to experience.

“Promise. If I leave it's because they dragged me kicking and screaming. Not going to leave you anywhere, love.” He kissed the top of her head, thinking the words were going to be harder to say but it was easy. Her mood perked up and she snuggled in against him, eyes fluttering shut. He realized that he often got up with the sun every morning meaning she must get up even earlier to struggle with the kettle.

“How bout we make tea together in the mornings?”

She smiled at him and he hoped that making it together prevented him from another horrid potion and that she’d sleep in a little later.

After that was all said and done, he didn't make an effort for anyone in his race to the top, not for anyone but her. Because everything was for her. He wanted her in the best school by the time she was 7, wanted her to have the things they didn't, and needed to get things legal by the time she was old enough to notice things.

But most importantly, when he came home every night he made sure to catch her as she jumped off the third step and twirl her around saying he’d missed her.

Polly didn't understand his vicious business motives until he bought Arrow House. He asked her to live with them as he hadn't found a wife and didn't want Margaret alone while he worked. She watched as Tommy’s face lit up as the girl screamed her head off in excitement over her new room. With gold stars hanging from the ceiling and every toy imaginable.

_____

She would wander into the kitchens to find him up late working next to her while a tutor helped her with maths far beyond the capabilities of anyone in the family.

Every horse they raced she named.

When she didn't get along with Grace, he sent her packing.

When Lizzie became pregnant, Thomas was more worried about how Margaret would handle it. To his relief, she only hugged on to Lizzie, crying into the fabric of her dress promising to be the best big sister ever. Happy that the girl idolized Lizzie.

He had no chance at being her big brother, not that he really tried at all. He was going to be whatever she wanted him to be, and to her amazement, he didn't seem to mind one bit. Somehow she made a family out of them. One Polly was very proud of.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby & daughter #thomas shelby #shelby sister imagine #shelby sister #peaky blinders imagine

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sitp-recs · 11 months

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hi liv!! i've been following your blog for years and it's always been such a comfort to me, thank you for all you do!!

i got broken up with this week, and i'm taking it very hard. it's my first real breakup and no one's fault, so it's just horribly sad. do you have any recs that are just soothing and soft at this time? just anything that will make me feel like things will be okay

no worries at all if not, i know this isn't exactly specific and you must be busy <3

Oh darling, I’m so sorry to hear that 💔 I’ve been there and I know it’s not easy but you’ll get through it! Give yourself time to grieve and rest over the weekend. I’m sending warm hugs, hopefully these will help soothe your heart. I’d also recommend dustmouth’s incredible comic stories, they’re my go-to comfort food!

Market Saturdays by iota (M, 3k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

The Long Fall by tackytiger (M, 3.6k)

It's supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it's just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy. And what's the real meaning of family, anyway?

Life goes not backward by shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

the way you make me glow by softlystarstruck (M, 11k)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

warmest part of the winter by warmfoothills (T, 11k)

It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by thistle_verse (T, 14k)

Draco has finally found the perfect, rare piece to complete his collection. The only problem is that the item belongs to Harry Potter, the last wizard on earth Draco wants to ask another favour from.

Yours Truly by skeptique (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

Sourdough by academicdisaster (M, 17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

The Snitch-Maker by Omi_Ohmy (T, 21k)

Draco is content with his Snitches, with the tap tap tap of his hammer, and the tiny gears and sharp scent of metal in his workshop - until one day Harry Potter appears, asking for help to solve a rash of Snitch-tampering in the Quidditch world.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

On the Turning Away by blamebrampton (G, 25k)

It's one thing to be good at not making a besotted fool of yourself over a man when he's busy being the most famous wizard in the world and you're tucked away quietly in Wiltshire. It's quite another when you have to see him every morning.

Open For Repairs by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things.

Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Follow the Water by xanthippe74 (T, 38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

And if you’re in the mood for long fics:

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (T, 43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too. When Harry and Draco return for their eighth year, they think they’ll see very little of each other. Then McGonagall assigns them to room together. And the castle starts breaking. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

A Room Up There (And You In It) by thestarryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit. Featuring a grumpy antiques lover who most certainly did not sign up for this, encounters with a vengeful apparition, and a healthy application of Christmas spirit.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #soothing fics for a broken heart #sending love!

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retnym · 11 months

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WORLD TOUR- .08

"Oh, my star!"

As fans cheered and lights flashed along with flowers being thrown onto the stage. Bill and I caught some or dodging others we smiled waving to everyone before we have to leave the stage once more. Tom already let his guitar hanging from his neck, side hugging his brother. Georg standing next to me with his hand in mine. “Have a wonderful night!” I yelled only to get more cheers. I laughed, blowing kisses one last time before we have to get off. Gustav smacked his drumsticks in the air, following behind.

Today was our 8th show. Only 12 more to go until we are in the United States. I’m super excited, about having more friends and family there to see. Bill hugs me tightly, and my heels lift up as he is a bit taller than I am. (If not I’m sorry)

Johanna comes running up to us with her camera in hand. “You have no idea how amazing you guys looked tonight!” She squeals, shaking around the device we all laugh begging her to show us. “No, not until I edit them and everything on the bus tonight!” She leans into Gustav as we continue walking into our room before meeting with some fans outside.

“I do want to warn you guys tho,” She starts off, looking around before she says anything else. “Havi is gonna be here, along with Earl. I told them everything was okay over the phone but they wanted to talk to you guys themselves.” She makes a face, worriedly watching our reactions. I look up at Bill who was looking at Tom. It was like they were communicating in their heads.

Havi and Earl are our actual managers. We barely see them though. They only really come around to our big shows and the bigger opportunities we get. It’s a lot better this way since they are pretty toxic. Havi and Earl are in the same company due to us being childhood friends we joined together because of our parents. “Say something.” She pleads and Gustav clears his throat. “Thank you for uh letting us know.” He smiles at her, they look into each other's eyes for a moment but it was cut off by Tom speaking up this time. “I messed up when we had that big show, it’s just to let us know.” He sighs, placing his head into his hands.

“You did amazing what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes, it wasn’t towards him it’s just I hate how we get because of them. We all start beating ourselves up before they even come in and say anything to us. “No that one riff in Forgotten Child. And in your song Take Away. That day was horrible.” He stands up, grabbing a water bottle quite aggressively. “You had some nerves, it was Paris France! We had a little bit of an expectation to uphold and I’d say it was pretty fucking amazing.” I shrug, leaning back into the couch, playing with Bill’s shirt behind him.

“You’re one to talk, you haven’t messed up at all.” Tom points to me, I sit right back up.

“What do you mean? I literally hit so many flat notes. And! My hand slipped on my guitar.” I exclaim he shakes his head about to continue to say more but there was a loud knock on the door and then it bursts open. We all stand up immediately, straightening our posture since it was the managers and what seemed like apprentices? Trainees?

“Oh, my star!” Havi comes directly to me, arms open for her to just grab my face and then give me air kisses. “Hi, Havi.” I force a smile upon my face. “Tokio Hotel.” She nods their way as Earl barely gives any of us a look. He was writing away on a notepad before shoving it into his apprentice's arms who seemed to already be carrying a bunch of other things. He looked practically miserable.

“So, we’re here today to talk about a few things.” Earl establishes a new conversation. One we’re currently dreading to hear about. “First, sit down.” He states, all of us plopping right back onto the couch. Gustav gives up his seat for Johanna and he sits on the arm of the couch next to her.

“You guys hired Johanna it seems?” He pokes his eyes out from his glasses as they leaned down on his nose. “That was me.” I put my hand up.

“I didn’t ask who. I am however asking why it wasn’t run through us first?” He questions, playing with the pen in his fingers.

“I thought it was a good idea. You guys don’t manage pictures for us. I needed someone to.” I nervously say, my hands lying in my lap as my leg bounces up and down. My eyes scattered all over the room to avoid anyone's eyes. I stutter when eyes are on me. I can’t speak confidently with eyes on me.

“Oh, so you just make decisions now?” His voice booms as he steps closer, I manage not to flinch squeezing my hands tighter together. “No, sir. I’m sorry but you guys didn’t answer and it’s coming out of my bank so.” I stare at his shoes, he wasn’t moving any closer this time but now I felt embarrassed. I never told the boys that it came out of my account to pay her. She didn’t even know and now that they do they’re probably going to get upset as well. “Hm, I guess that does change a few things.” Havi huffs, a hand lays on her hip.

“Moving on from that. Tom,” She faces him, his eyes don’t even meet hers. She looks past him. “I need you to have some more practice. Your stance is a little charismatic and you’re still messing up.” She waits for him to respond but just earning a nod she moves on to the next thing. “Georg, give a little more light to [Name] and Bill. They’re truly the stars. Well my [Name] is.” She sickly smiles at him and he apologizes quietly. My heart begins to pick up. That’s not true.

“Gustav, interact with people more. You’re like a mouse that’s barely even there.” She roughly tells him.

“Bill, enough with the movement, calm it down before you give me a heart attack.”

I start to breathe a little loudly trying to calm myself down. They hate, hate, and hate everything. We never hear anything good about our shows. “Anything else to dictate?” I mutter, I honestly didn’t even mean to say it but now with everyone’s eyes on me I really wish I didn’t.

“Excuse me?” Earl steps closer and now my face is at his stomach level. It felt inappropriate and I begin to sweat from how nervous I am. “I’m just saying that… you guys never say anything nice. It’s always, it’s always negative.” I stutter, my chest rapidly going up and down, a hand slid into mine from my lap, and with how I was feeling I really didn’t pay attention to who it was. “Well,” His fingers go underneath my chin, lifting it up to look at him.

“If you don’t like what I got to say that’s too damn bad.” He’s right, there’s no other company we could go into, and without a manager, we’re screwed. Especially since this is the top company in the world. They’ve gotten us into things we couldn’t have even dreamed of entering without them. “Now suck it up you got people to meet.” He taps my face three times.

“One last thing before we go.” Havi places a hand on her hip.

“Tom and [Name] need to be seen more in public alone. The publicity is amazing for you guys.” She grins, pointing between the two of us and I turn to see Tom who was nodding. “[Name] doesn’t let anyone see you with your boyfriend. If it does you need to end it as I say.” I don’t respond and she just leaves mumbling about how she’s going to call me later anyway. I look down to see our hands entangled together. But for some reason, I don’t want to let go. As Earl leaves I let out a loud breath that I was holding in to stop my tears.

My hands were shaking as my body racks with me hyperventilating. I squeeze onto Tom’s hand as a hand traces up and down my back. “Hey, it’s okay,” Tom whispers into my ear, Bill was the one rubbing my back. Gustav, Georg, and Johanna talked about what just happened. “I’m sorry.” I hiccup between ragged breaths.

“Don’t worry about it,” Georg tells me. “They’re just assholes,” Tom adds as well, after a few minutes I was leaning into Tom’s side as he still held my hand. Bill was standing, he had gotten the makeup to fix what I did to my face. Johanna was on the other side of me, going through the pictures on her camera, showing Gustav. He was the only person that got to see of course.

“I don’t want to get up.” I whisper, Tom just rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. “You don’t need to.” He tells me back.

“Yeah, I’ll just get on my knees for you.” Bill winks, causing me to chuckle after I had just finished sobbing. “Only he’d do it for you.” Tom nudges me, I try not to make a comment, smirking instead. He’s holding my hand and letting me lean on him but I don’t think he’d draw the line at getting on his knees for me.

Having to sit up straight I finally let go of Tom’s hand, letting Bill do my makeup. He really didn’t have to get on his knees as he stood back up and just had my head up. I calmly sat there with my eyes closed. My hand felt empty.

Cold even. I didn’t like it. Missing the warmth it gave along with the comfort. Feeling almost like a baby after crying. My face felt clean even with all the makeup that went through my pores. Even though it now puffs out in the slightest I felt prettier. I felt tired as well. Wanting nothing more than to just keep my eyes closed and leaned back onto Tom.

Maybe it would be better if it was Jace instead. Maybe even the couch. Tom was just helping me so I could calm down before seeing the guests. His words still stuck in my mind.

It’s just to get through the tour. He doesn’t want to be my friend.

I would like nothing more than to be his friend.

He doesn’t want to be mine.

Why doesn’t he want to be mine?

My… friend?

Yeah..... Sorry for another later post. This week I'm graduating so I have a lot going on lol along with work too. I'm going to try to write another chapter tonight but again don't hold your breath. Thank ya for your patience my loves. I'm finally sort of getting over this sickness. I just have a cough and a stuffy nose now.

#georg listing #bill kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #x reader

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To the surprise of no one, Liz and Sophito immediately dumped their baby so they could bang 5 minutes after Liz gave birth. Thankfully we have Sophie, who remains the only competent adult this family has ever seen.

-Felina baby, I don’t want you to worry, I’ll love you even if you end up inheriting Liz’s horrible Frances Worthington eyebrows! -Goo goo!

It’s time for the pets to get to work procreating, because the lot isn’t nearly laggy enough as it is.

-Ok Kitana, it’s time to have kittens with Klaus! -’Klaus’, more like Cucklaus! I hate him! -I know you do baby, I hated Cyneswith too but I still did my duty! -And produced SUGAR. -I promise you your kittens won’t be like Sugar! -Well if they are I’m giving them to the wolf!

Preggo chimes on the first try, great job bbs!

-Ya great job, Cucklaus, round-headed asshole. -Go to hell, Shitana, I can’t believe I’m wasting my genes on you.

Ok then, let’s move on to the dogs!

I’m shocked to say I’ve finally discovered something Don is good at: getting pets to knock each other up.

-So what do you think, Servilia, wanna have some puppies? -I don’t know, Don, Xander is so hot but what if our kids turn out like Sugar?? -They won’t, baby, Sugar was a freak accident!

First try again, and Servilia and Xander actually really like each other❤️

-Xander! Xander you big stud, come in here and do me again! -I will babe, let me just catch my breath, you’re a whole lotta woman!

Ya ok gross, going for more of a puppy love vibe here, guys-

-Then look no further than us! I’m pregnant again! -That’s right, I knocked her up before the umbilical cord was even cut!

WHAT. That’s it, I’m turning autonomous woohoo off, you two are gonna drown me in babies, we’re having 2 and that’s it, the lot lag is UNREAL..

..in no small part because of this goddamn wolf-attracting forest I had to plant.

-Are you seriously gonna keep deleting and replacing this thing every night?

Well the fucking wolf has left us no choice now, has he? HAS HE.

-I worry that you’re going a little Captain Ahab over the wolf.

What nonsense, I’m completely sane! Now you sit there and don’t move till the sun sets again in 12 hours, and I’m not moving either, I don’t care if the entire household dies in the meantime.

HERE HE IS. Alright, asshole, your relationship is at 100/100, NOW BITE HIM

-OH MY, THOSE BONY FINGERS LOOK EXTRA DELICIOUS TONIGHT🐺

THEY DO, NOW DO IT. BITE HIM. B I T E H I M

-NO, I DON’T THINK I WILL! GOODNIGHT, FLOPS🐺

YOU MOTHERFUCKER SON OF A BITCH OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH I’M

-Oh moonflower, isn’t it so nice to reconnect now that autonomous woohoo has been disabled? We can finally really talk about our relationship and not just bury our problems under passionate geriatric woohooing! -You’re so right, Donnie, this is the best time ever, now let me just go check if iVan needs a late night tune up🌸

GUESS WHO BARGED IN HERE AGAIN TRYING TO GET HIS FIRST KISS. AIDEN ENOUGH. ENOUGHHH

-I’LL SHOW UP EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR THE REST OF CYNESWITH’S LIFE UNTIL SHE KISSES ME, I DON’T CARE HOW MANY FIGHTS IT CAUSES

Ok you know what?? Between the lag, psycho Aiden, and the worst digital animal to ever exist, I have officially HAD IT. Tonight I’m solving 2 out of 3 of those problems!!!

-Aaaaaiden! Get over here buddy, it’s time for your first kiss!

-You’re not Cyneswith!

Ya sorry Aiden the Cyneswith kiss ain’t happening but don’t worry, I found you Clarabelle here who is very willing!

-Hmmm! Well, that’s an interesting perfume..

-Wow Clarabelle, you know, despite being half-cow half-plant, you really are beautiful in your own way.. Very striking.. I love your teeth..

Why don’t you get a little closer Aiden, our Clarabelle is shy!

-Oh that’s sweet, she’s demure! Nothing like that slut Cyneswith!

You can say that again!

GOODBYE AIDEN. FUCKING LUNATIC

Ugh his stupid glasses upset her stomach! Poor bb.

-Good girl, Clarabelle.. I’m glad I got one last murder with you💜

-And now, to prolong my life for one more wolf party.. At least Aiden died for a good cause!

Ya the same cause Sandy died for THE FIRST TIME. THAT’S HOW LONG WE’VE BEEN AT THIS WOLF SHIT

-YES. YEEEEEEEES THE POWER OF YOUTH AND NEON FABRICS COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS

Alright, Jojo, this is it. Tonight IT ENDS

WELL HELLO, FUCKER. Bet you didn’t expect us waiting for you western duel style, did you!!! Now why don’t you step into our yard in this new beautiful fenced area we built, don’t worry it has a door! Just follow Jojo in..