#keep thinking about little moments that were great

[hawkinsbnbg]

In 1990, when Steve stumbled upon Eddie in a coffee shop in Chicago of all places, he didn't expect to end up on his back that night with the other man pounding him into the mattress.

At some point, he was too cock-drunk to care about his dignity so he kept begging Eddie to come inside him.

"What if I knock you up, babygirl?" Eddie nipped at his chin teasingly.

In response, Steve only clenched around the thick cock tighter, earning a guttural groan from the other man.

He bit his lip and smiled sweetly, "Guess you're gonna be a daddy 'cause m'not on birth control right now."

Eddie just cursed under his breath and pulled out to take off the condom. When he slid into Steve again, they both let out a strangled moan.

In the end, Steve had been railed into oblivion with a stomach full of hot cum.

A week later, Eddie sought him out again, wanting to continue their breeding process.

"It's for science," Eddie murmured as he bottomed out inside Steve.

"Yeah," Steve snorted, breathless and a little bit cross-eyed because of how big the other man was. "How noble of you."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Eddie grinned, eyes crinkled warmly. “Think it’s gonna catch this time?”

“Dunno,” Steve wrapped his legs around the resilient waist as the other man started moving, grazing his sweet spots effortlessly. “But we should keep trying until we succeed.”

“You’re right,” Eddie leaned down and kissed him soundly. “Fuck, you’re always right, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, uh–” Steve mewled and rolled his eyes back when Eddie nailed his prostate. “I– I tried my best.”

“My good girl,” Eddie kissed him again but it was messy and sloppy. “So smart, so pretty. Bet you’re already thinking about our children’s education, hm?”

“Y– Yeah,” Steve nodded blindly, jaw hanging open so Eddie’s tongue could fuck his mouth.

At this point, he didn't know what he was even talking about anymore. He just babbled nonsense and drooled at the mindless pleasure that coursed through him incessantly.

Above him, Eddie kept going on and on about how they were going to make a happy family, how he was going to be a great mom, how Eddie was going to be the kind of dad who would spoil their children rotten.

And yeah, Steve found himself very into the idea. Not only the hypothetical pregnancy part but also the part where he and Eddie built a home together.

“Be mine, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered between the kisses, desperate and pleading. “Gonna treat you right, gonna be a good husband for you, gonna make you breakfast, gonna help you pick the lawn, gonna sing ABBA songs with you, gonna do the dishes for you, gonna give you my everything, gonna–”

“Shut up, I’ll be yours,” Steve clung to the other man and sobbed. “All yours, Eddie. All yours.”

It was a long time coming, an overdue confession that neither of them had been brave enough to tell each other.

But now, now when their family and friends and the fucking world were finally safe, they had nothing to fear anymore.

They were as free and in love as they could ever be.

And when Eddie’s lips met his own in a tender kiss, it felt like coming home.

A quick stroke on his neglected cock was enough to tip Steve over, prompting a high-pitched moan from him and sending sparks flying in his blurry vision.

Eddie followed after him immediately, burying inside him to the hilt and filling him up with a deep groan.

After a few seconds, Eddie pulled out carefully and drew him in a lazy kiss before collapsing beside him.

For a moment, they just lied there to recollect their wits.

“You meant it?” Steve asked quietly once they both calmed down, afraid that it was just sex-addled talk.

“Everything,” Eddie propped up on his elbow to look at him seriously. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you, baby.”

“Me too,” Steve smiled softly. “Been waiting for you, Eds.”

“I’m honored, sweetheart,” Eddie gave him a warm smiled.

Then they moved away from the wet spot to cuddle.

Later, they would have to get up to take a thorough shower, and maybe order something to eat if the mood struck.

But for now, Steve was content to doze off in his boyfriend’s loving arms.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #soft boys in love #mutual pining #it’s kinda funny that the final nudge for steve and eddie to admit their feelings to each other is their massive breeding kink lmao #sionewritesatmidnight

[minisugakoobies]

I Know | KSY

Pairing: Hoshi x GNReader (no agab)

Genre: fluff, established relationship, dancer!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: drunk hoshi, grumpy woozi, hoshi is absolutely whipped for reader, this is honestly just very soft and sweet!

Word Count: 816

Disclaimers: none, other than I don’t own SVT - they just inspire me

Summary: Even when he's passed-out drunk, Hoshi still manages to amaze you with his love.

Text Prompt: boyfriend texted me "my love I am intoxicated" and then five minutes later, his best friend sends me a photo of him, passed out, phone in hand, and zoomed in on one of my selfies - tweet from himbowithnofear

A/N: I'm back with another installment of my "texts from svt" series. At some point I'll make a masterlist, but for now, please enjoy this short lil' fic about my favorite affectionate drunk, Hoshi. Fun fact, I've actually had this one finished for a while, but couldn't resist posting Mingyu first!

Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to hear what you think (but please be kind I'm fragile 🥺) 💕

SVT Masterlist 💜 Main Masterlist

“Please come get your man.”

Jihoon’s grumpy request is the first thing you hear when you answer your phone. 

“Hey, Jihoon, how are you?” you laugh, unsurprised by his opening plea. Ten minutes ago, you’d received the following message from your boyfriend:

LOML: my love, i am  intoxicatedd

And had been waiting to hear from Jihoon ever since. Though you were a little surprised that he was video calling you instead of just calling or texting.

“To be honest with you, I’m not great right now. And it’s all your boyfriend’s fault.” 

You can’t help but laugh loudly. Jihoon scowls. 

“Why are you upset with Soonyoung? I thought you guys were celebrating tonight.” 

“Because.” Jihoon flips the camera. There’s your man, all 178 cm of him, snoring his ass off in the corner booth. “He’s driving the other customers out of my bar.”

If you’re being honest, you’d been expecting this moment long before Jihoon called you. Soonyoung had gone out for drinks with several of his friends to celebrate one of them getting a new job, and you knew your lightweight boyfriend would feel compelled to try to keep up with those lushes as always. Not at their insistence, but out of his own desire. It was a point of pride for him. 

“Don’t worry. I’m on my way.” 

“Thank you. Please hurry.” Jihoon winces. “I know he calls himself a tiger, but he really snores like a damn bear.” 

You laugh again, about to disconnect, when Jihoon makes a sudden noise of delight. 

“Hold on,” he chuckles, and the screen zooms in on the phone still clutched in Soonyoung’s hand. “Do you see that?” 

It’s you looking back at you. From a photo, one that you recognize immediately as one of Soonyoung’s self-proclaimed favorites, from the weekend you’d spent at the beach last summer. It’s actually a wide shot of you standing in front of a gorgeous sunset, soft pink light dancing on your skin, and that knowledge makes you smile right now. Because it means that your drunk sap of a boyfriend zoomed in on your face, right before he passed out. Probably to dream about you. 

Soonyoung never did anything by halves. Not dancing. Not drinking. 

And definitely not loving you.  

“Come get your simp.” With a grin, Jihoon disconnects.

Tossing your phone into the front pocket of the oversized hoodie of Soonyoung’s that you’re wearing, you grab your keys and head for the door. 

It’s not a long drive to the bar. Inside, you make a beeline for the booth in the back, familiar with the space around you. It’s basically your second home, between being best friends with the owner, and dating (though he’d never admit it) his favorite patron. And, speak of the devil, there he is, the love of your life, head on the table, mouth open, rattling the glasses on the table with his powerful exhalations. 

Something else Soonyoung doesn’t do by halves - sleeping.

Jihoon nods at you from across the bar. All of Soonyoung’s other friends are nowhere to be found, likely having gone home once Jihoon reassured them you were on your way. 

Ignoring the common advice regarding sleeping tigers, you slide onto the bench and gently lay your hand on Soonyoung’s back to shake him awake. 

“Soonyoungieeeee, time to get up,” you trill sweetly into his ear, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

He cracks an eye open. “Baby?” he asks groggily. “Is it time to go to work?” 

“No, dingdong, it’s Saturday. And you’re at Jihoon’s, remember?” 

“Oh.” Soonyoung sits up, looks around. “Right. Oh!” His eyes get wide. “Baby! Those hyungs got me soooo drunk!” 

Laughing, you brush some chip crumbs off his cheek. “I know, ‘youngie.”

“Yeah.” Soonyoung’s eyes slip unfocused as he smiles. “Wait. You weren’t here and now you are.” He hiccups himself into a confused frown. “Why are you here?” 

“To take you home, dingdong.” Running your fingers through his hair again, you grin. 

Soonyoung looks at you and you swear you see his pupils turn into hearts. “You’re taking me home? With you? To your home?” 

You shake your head, gently tugging his beanie down over his ears. “How many shots did they make you take? Yes, you’re coming with me. To our apartment, where we both live.”

“We live together!” Soonyoung’s eyes disappear behind his cheeks as he grins. “You love me!” 

“Yes, I do,” you laugh, yanking on his arm to get him onto his feet. He wobbles slightly, so you duck under his arm, trying to steady him, but he interprets this in another way, cupping your face to pull you in for a slightly clumsy but rather passionate kiss. 

“I love you, too,” he whispers, nose bumping repeatedly into your cheek as you start to lead him towards the exit. 

“I know, ‘youngie,” you repeat with a soft smile. “I know.” 

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#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi x you #svt fluff #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung x you #hoshi fanfic #svt fanfic #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen fanfic #soonyoung fanfic #fic: i know #hoshi

[angel5ofp0rn]

idk, just a thought 😋

141 x Drunk!Reader / Jealous!Ghost x Drunk!Reader

(idk what’s up with me and making the reader drunk all the time ???)

also idk i just like the idea of Soap being a perv and Ghost being a fuckin weirdo 🫣

You didn’t expect the guys to actually give a shit about your birthday... Maybe it was just the excuse to drink.

Still, you couldn't deny that you loved seeing the squad out of uniform and all dressed up for the night.

You even put on a little skirt and low-cut top, curled your hair and wore makeup for the first time in months.

Price bought you your first drink just as a 'happy birthday, kiddo', but it didn't stop there.

Soap got you a few shots and Gaz let you sip from his drinks throughout the night.

You were feeling pretty buzzed by the time you convinced some of the guys to move to the dance floor.

Ghost watched quietly from his spot at the bar across the room. You expected as much.

The two of you have been keeping your distance; you were basically still strangers, apart from the random glances you give each other during training.

Ghost thought of at least saying happy birthday to you, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

He wasn’t exactly an affectionate man. Wasn’t great at showing his feelings.

Feelings? The fuck was he thinking?

You’re just nice to look at, that’s all.

It was strange seeing you with your hair curled and your skin showing, almost like a real woman. He had a nagging thought that if the guys weren’t around, he would've gone over to you.

You and Soap are on the dance floor, you tipsy and swaying while he holds your waist, keeping you steady as he mumbled something close to your ear.

"I don't think so." You muse, looking up at Soap. He had asked if Price was watching the two of you, knowing Price has a tendency to act like a father towards you especially. "Why?"

Soap took a moment before he spoke again, the alcohol clearly getting to him. His words were becoming more and more slurred throughout the night, although he still had that Scottish accent mixed it that kept him sounding charming... though almost unintelligible.

"Y'know yer beautiful, aye? An' th' lads, they've been eyein' ya for the whole night. 'Course ol' Price, he's been' tryin' to keep us from gettin' yer attention… But even Ghost! Ghost thinks yer fuckin’ gorgeous.”

"Ghost thinks that?" You tried to focus your eyes on Soap’s, fighting the alcohol.

Soap leaned in even close now, his breath smelling like strong liquor. He even placed his hand on the small of your back, right above your skirt as he spoke again.

"Oh, aye. But we all do… I do."

You giggled at that. Soap's arm wrapped tightly around your waist now, pulling you chest to chest and murmuring more drunken ramblings into your ear.

You quickly forgot what Soap mentioned about Ghost.

But Ghost was still watching.

He watched the way Soap leaned in to whisper in your ear, the cocky smirk on his face, how dangerously close his hand was to your ass.

He watched you drape your arms around Soap’s neck, eyelids heavy. He watched how your eyes wouldn’t focus on Soap’s eyes; they kept darting down to his lips.

Ghost didn’t watch to watch anymore.

“The steamin’ hell’r you doin’, LT!” Soap calls after Ghost as the masked man grabs your arm and drags you off.

“Let me go!” You groan, trying to pull away from his grip. When that didn’t work, you tried to stomp his toes.

No use, he had those fucking steel toes on as usual. After more ignored pleas, you resorted into trying to drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes; like an unruly toddler.

Ghost didn’t miss a beat. He easily scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder as he head towards the bar’s exit.

The second he set you back to your feet outside on the pavement you tried to shove him.

Stupid idea, really. Fucker didn’t budge.

“What is your problem?” You glare at him.

“My problem?” Ghost’s voice was low. “You were about to let MacTavish feel you up in front of everyone in there.”

“Who cares if Soap and I have a bit of fun? What, are you jealous or something?” You groan.

“Of course I am!”

You froze. Your eyes locked in with his.

“You’re… jealous?” You ask again, softer this time.

You can see the subtle movement of Ghost’s jaw clenching beneath his balaclava.

“You’re drunk.” Ghost states. “You should get back to base and sleep it off.”

He’s right, of course. But you don’t listen.

You don’t fully realize you’re doing it, but you reach your hand up and touch his face.

Well, his mask.

Ghost’s breath hitches, and he thinks of swatting your hand away but he doesn’t. He lets your cup his face. Caress his jaw. Rub your thumb over the fabric covering his lips.

He even lets you pull him in closer, lets you get just an inch away from touching noses before he speaks again.

“I cant kiss you.”

You finally come back to earth, your drunken mind suddenly sobering.

“Oh.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, both silent. Both unsure of what happens now.

“Guess I’ll just go-”

“I want to.” Ghost speaks again. “I would like to.”

“Okay…”

“But I can’t.” His huge arms cross as he looks down at up. For something so genuine, he’s saying it as if it’s a threat.

“Right…” You nod slowly, your drunken brain trying its best to gauge what’s happening. “So..?”

“I can’t have you flirting with MacTavish.” He practically growls. “He doesn’t want more than a quick fuck.”

You frown at this, eyebrows lowering into a scowl.

“So you won’t kiss me, but I can’t flirt with anyone else?”

“Yes.” Ghost acts as if this was common sense.

“‘s’not fair.” You roll your eyes. “You can’t do that t’me.”

“Well, I am.”

“Are not.” You challenge. You push past him and re-enter the bar, leaving him outside and alone.

“Bonnie!” Soap calls you over as soon as he sees you.

He’s sat at a table with a bunch of other men that you don’t recognize. He pats his thigh, inviting you to have a sit on his lap.

Ghost’s warning still fresh in your head makes you hesitate.

But who is he to tell you who you can and can’t flirt with? He doesn’t even talk to you.

You try not to stumble as you make your way towards Soap, accepting the invite to sit on his lap. His arm instantly wraps around your waist, holding you in place.

“Didn’t know you had a barracks bunny.” One of the men snickers as he looks you over.

You frown, looking to Soap, waiting for him to correct them. To explain that you’re actually on the squad- no, the best sniper on the squad. An asset to the team, really.

Instead, Soap laughs along with the rest of them, giving your thigh a squeeze. “Nah, nah. ’m keepin’ this bunny all to m’self.”

You had to have heard him wrong, right? Maybe it was the alcohol affecting your hearing.

Before you could defend yourself, you felt Soap’s hand sliding up your thigh, slipping under your skirt.

Your face is burning. The guys all laugh. You feel sick.

Flirting and kissing is one thing… Soap treating you like a sex toy is another.

“Soap, stop.” You mumble, pushing his hand away.

Soap gives you a wink. He thinks you’re playing some sort of game here. His hand starts to creep up your bare thigh again. His lips press against your neck.

“I said stop!” You stand up and shove him by his chest, admittedly harder than you intended to.

Soap landed on his back on the dirty bar floor, his face a mix of pissed off and confused.

Price was by your side immediately, pulling you away from the table as Gaz helped Soap to his feet.

“I’m sorry, Price, I just-“

“I’ve got you a cab outside. Get your ass back to base and sleep it off.” Price barked.

Sober you could handle commands and threats like they were nothing.

Drunk you started tearing up immediately.

Price mumbled something that sounded like ‘for fuck’s sake, kid’ as you turned and walked outside.

Ghost was still outside, balaclava lifted so he could smoke a cigarette.

You didn’t notice him as you slid into the back seat of the cab, but he saw you.

Then he saw Soap and Price exiting the bar one your cab took off.

He watched calmly, smoking as normal while Price stood with his foot on the side of Soap’s head/face, Soap’s cheek pressed against the pavement.

He couldn’t hear what they were fighting about and frankly he didn’t care. He wondered if any of it had been the cause of your teary eyes.

•••

You lift your face off of your pillow and squint at the caller ID as your phone rang.

You’d only been back in your room for about an hour at this point and you’ve been trying to battle the spins.

You swipe to answer the call, smushing your face back into the pillow and closing your eyes again.

“H’llo?”

“Make it back to base okay, kiddo?” Price’s stern, gruff voice came through the speaker

“Mhm.” You mumble your response.

“Good. Sorry about MacTavish; drunken Scot can’t handle his alcohol…” Price sighs. “He’ll be dealt with in the morning.”

“s’okay.” You nod even though he can’t see it.

“You sure you’re alright then?”

“Mhm…”

Price exhaled a deep breath. “Get some shut eye. I'll be seeing you at 0530 sharp for PT."

"Yes sir. Love you."

You didn't fully realize that you told Price that you love him as if you were speaking to your dad.

Price was quiet for a second before his tone subtly shifted to sounding more gentle. "Love you too, kid. I'll see you at five-thirty."

You end the call and force yourself to sit up despite your still tipsy state. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep with everything on your mind.

Well… with Ghost on your mind.

You call him next, not really expecting him to answer at all. He kind of doesn’t; there’s no voice on the other end, but you could tell he was there.

“Ghost?”

“Yeah.”

“So- Why… why didn’t you kiss me?” You stand up off of the bed and pace your room. More like stumble around your room.

“Can’t.”

“But why?” You groan. “Is it because of Price?”

“We work together.”

“So?” You find a hoodie and pull it on over your going out clothes. “That didn’t stop Soap.”

Silence.

“And I… I really wanted you to, y’know? And… I think I said ‘love you’ to Price. Y’think he’ll be mad at me?” You start kicking your heels off.

“…you told Price that you love him?”

You kind of giggle at that, hearing it back. “No, I didn’t tell him I love him. I just said ‘love you’ to him.”

You think you hear Ghost snort at that. “Are we done here?”

“Well, no…”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to open your door.”

Ghost doesn’t speak. You look around the hall to make sure none of the guys would see you.

“Please?”

The call ends. Ghost slowly opens his door and peers at you from the small open space.

You look up at him, messy hair and mascara smudged under your eyes. Your hoodie covered most of your outfit and you were barefoot.

“You look ridiculous.”

“Can I come in?” You ignore his comment.

Ghost hesitates but he does step aside and let you into his room.

It was so dark in his room that you almost didn’t notice that he was maskless. Too bad you couldn’t see him better.

You didn’t really know what you planned on doing now that you were in his room… You honestly didn’t think he’d let you get this far.

Ghost’s hand touched your face. His thumb wiped under your eyes, attempting to fix your makeup.

The gesture was considerate though you knew he was just making the smudge bigger.

“I can’t kiss you.” Ghost repeated his words from earlier, but this time it was softer. More gentle.

You shook your head.

“We don’t have to kiss.”

#call of duty #captain john price #cod x reader #soap cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost riley #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #captain price #141 headcanons #simon riley x you #cod x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #x reader

[and-so-he-rambled]

Vlad becoming a Gotham rouge to protect the kids in his custody. Part One

Masterlist | Prequel | Part 2

Gotham was a great place to hide.

A city swathed in shadows and secrets, and drenched with the stench of death. He would blend right in.

Jazz was watching the city pass by through the windows of the bus, fingers clenched tight around a hidden weapon and blue eyes scanning for a threat. She hadn’t relaxed for a moment since they’d left amity, and likely not since her parents passing. She tried so hard to hide it, to be strong, but she looked so tired.

Danny was curled in his lap, grip tight on the lapels of his jacket as he huffed his way through a mild night terror. Vlad wanted to wake the boy, but he’d been sleeping so little since they fled, he needed the rest even if it was fitful.

He purred softly, a rumbling in his core that had once been something he deeply despised.

Danny, sweet innocent Danny, purred back. His baby core, still forming months after the accident that claimed his parents lives and changed him irreversibly, rumbled weakly back.

He hadn’t realized Danny was like him until he’d caught the ghost boy flying through the town, believing he was dreaming. The four year old excitedly told him he was like a superhero now, then collapsed in his arms to fall asleep. He’d recognized Vlad even with his blue skin and monstrous face, chest stuttering through a happy purr as he snuggled against him.

He’d had to talk to Jazz and Danny about how they were different, how he was different too, and that they had to hide. People had begun looking for their kind. Jazz wasn’t quite like them, she was death touched, but not half dead like them. She’d been in the same room during the accident, but her only change was the slight whitening of her hair.

He was doing his best keeping them all mostly alive in the castle, childproofing his precious Packers memorabilia and trying to learn the kids quirks. They didn’t trust food, not until he cut it up very small, and they were adept with guns and weaponry. He knew Jack and Maddie were passionate hunters, but he wondered just what they had taught their children.

It wasn’t helping matters that his obsession had broken during the death of their parents, both the love of his life and need for revenge gone. It left him lost and ill, but focusing on the kids was keeping him from fading away. Maybe they were becoming his new obsession, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

The castle was old and run down, secluded from the world the way he wanted it be be. He was starting to build a fortune through less than reputable means and they were okay. He’d give the last pieces of Maddie, and that idiot Jack, a good chance.

Then they were attacked.

It happened suddenly. They were in the middle of a family dinner when the door was kicked in and there was yelling. Jazz grabbed the ecto pistol she always had from under the table and began to fire, shielding her brother with her body. She was only six, but she moved like a trained fighter as she began throwing anything within reach at their attackers.

They were wearing white, people Vlad had seen skulking around since Jack and Maddie’s deaths. One of the blasts seared through Vlad’s shoulder, human flesh sizzling as he screamed and tried to shield the kids. They were closing in, he had to do something, he had to save the kids. Their kids. His kids.

Without thinking much beyond that he wrapped his arms around the two children and when intangible, flying them through the ceiling just in time before a green shield he’d once helped blueprint kicked to life and covered the castle.

That led them to now, riding on a bus to a city Vlad only heard bad things about, a city to get lost in.

They were surviving off of the cash Vlad had on him, all his cards dumped. He’d need to make new IDs for the kids as well as himself, and find a place to stay, but right now he just needed to keep going.

A stolen jacket was draped over his shoulders, hiding the hastily bandaged wound that wasn’t healing even days later. Jazz carried a bug out bag everywhere with her, and the few things she had were helping. They’d grabbed a backpack for Vlad with necessary supplies at a department store before hopping on the Bus, all procured by him illegally while Jazz watched Danny outside.

Danny had asked him, brows furrowed, why he was stealing. That the cops and superheroes would come and take him away. His eyes filled with tears, shining a brilliant green.

“I don’t want you to get taken away.” He took a shaky breath, grabbing Vlad’s hand. “I don’t wanna lose you too.”

He’d had to explain that sometimes people stole to survive, trying to explain the grays in the black and white view of good and evil. Vlad knew he wasn’t a good person, but he was doing what he had to and he didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty.

The bus pulled into Gotham, brakes giving an ominous squeal that startled young Daniel awake. Vlad held him in one arm, the other hand winding with Jazz’s that was trying so hard not to shake, and they stepped off the bus.

#danny phantom #danny masters #danny fenton #jazz fenton #vlad masters redemption #Vlad Masters #vlad plasmius #dp x dc #dpxdc #Gotham rogue Vlad Masters #bruce wayne x vlad masters #dad vlad

[moviecritc]

ollie bearman x reader at graduation plss

pink bouquet ⋆ ollie bearman

pairing: ollie bearman x reader (fc: avantika)

summary: you thought your boyfriend couldn't make it to your graduation, but turns out he and your mum were plotting something

word count: 1K

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i made some things up about ollie's education for the sake of the plot

masterlist | wattpad | letterboxd

Y/N wasn't even sure how she had managed it, but she had graduated. Her time at secondary school had been rather confusing and tough, balancing classes with karting competitions and training sessions was no easy task, and even there were several times she thought she wouldn't make it.

But now secondary school was over and she could dedicate herself entirely to her career in motorsport. The future looked really bright for her, with several championships won, sponsors, and her pretty boyfriend who hadn't been able to make it to her graduation. Although the latter wasn't entirely bright.

Ollie and she had met at that same secondary school two years earlier. They had to do a project together and, eventually, they ended up meeting on the karting tracks, so what started as a simple friendship unfolded into a lovely relationship.

They spent a lot of time together, studying and attending each other's races. Ollie was much more advanced in the sport than she was, practically having his path to F2 carved out, and that also took a lot of his study time so usually, he performed worse in subjects than she did. So in mid-March of that year, he dropped out of school.

This made the relationship between Ollie and Y/N a bit complicated, but surprisingly they overcame the distance in a great way. He went to London whenever he could, and she accompanied him to races as they used to do before. They even managed to go to the prom together and have a lovely evening.

Y/N was aware of the fame her boyfriend had gained in a short time and he had thought it best to keep their relationship private from the media. Y/N didn't mind this part too much, but it was impossible not to think that Ollie hadn't come to see her at her graduation because there would be quite a few people taking photos.

Y/N emerged from her room wearing the pink dress she and Ollie had picked out for graduation. He had himself told her it looked so good on her that he didn't know if he'd kill or die for that dress.

She descended the stairs, finding her mother and brother eagerly awaiting her exit. "Oh my goodness, Y/N," her mother said, heading towards her the moment she saw her. "You look beautiful." Her mother glanced at her brother sternly, encouraging him to say something.

"Yeah, you look alright," he spoke, lips pressed together.

YN rolled her eyes and hugged her mother. Her phone rang, and she hurried to see who it was, which left Y/N feeling quite puzzled, especially seeing her mother's wide smile.

"Let's take a picture," her mother nodded, under her brother's grimace.

The two posed with weak smiles because Y/N looked amazing, while her brother remained in his pyjamas. Although it was Y/N who had the weakest smile; she had been feeling her boyfriend's absence all morning.

Ollie had been there for many of her most special moments; when she won her first karting championship, when she got her driver's license, when she passed that subject that had been so difficult for her… His absence at her graduation felt wrong.

Someone rang the doorbell at that exact moment. Y/N frowned and looked at her mother and then her brother, wondering who was missing.

"Why don't you open it, darling?" her mother commented from the kitchen, hiding her excited smile.

YN knew something was about to happen because even her brother sat on the sofa, waiting for her to open the door.

Upon opening it, she was met with a bouquet of tulips larger than her upper body. She gasped, bringing her hands to her face. Then a little head peeked out from the top of the bouquet. "Hi,"

YN stifled a scream, which turned into a giggle, and went into the arms of her boyfriend, who lifted her slightly off the ground as he kissed her, not caring that his face got smeared with her red lipstick. YN took the bouquet, still speechless. They closed the door behind them, and she pointed at her mother instantly.

"You knew,"

"Well, of course," her mother said, with a proud smile.

YN let out a laugh of complete happiness; she was smiling so much that her cheeks started to hurt.

"It was Ollie's idea," her brother pointed out.

"You knew too?"

Everyone laughed, and then her mother and brother left them alone for a few moments so they could talk quietly. They kissed a couple more times until Ollie asked her, "You didn't know?"

YN smiled slightly. "I found out a couple of days ago; my mother isn't very discreet with her calls," Ollie laughed, resting his head on YN's shoulder. "But I'm thrilled you're here,"

"And I am too," he raised his gaze instantly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

YN pursed her lips slightly. "For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come. Because of all the photos and stuff,"

Ollie pulled away from her a bit, frowning.

"Why would I care about that?"

"You know, because of the private relationship thing," YN nervously bit her lip.

Ollie smiled softly, and kissed her gently on the nose. "I only told you that because at races, it's not cool to have cameras everywhere trying to take pictures of you. Some drivers told me it was a good idea,"

"Ollie, I don't care about that. I just want to show off my boyfriend at my graduation," she shrugged, cradling Ollie's face in her hands.

"I love that," Ollie pulled her back towards him, kissing her for a few seconds.

"Also, with all that fame you say you have, you could make me some promotion,"

"You cheeky…"

YN cut him off with a kiss. "I love you,"

"I love you more, baby,"

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[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons about Anakin and Ahsoka being siblings

When Anakin pisses Ahsoka off she’ll hunt Obi-Wan down and say something along the lines of “I’m gonna kill your son” the first time this happened it shocked Obi-Wan into silence but it didn’t take long for him to put 2 and 2 together 

Not long after Anakin starts copying Ashoka’s little comment but his are more creative so it’s something along the lines of “Imma throw your daughter out the airlock” he mostly does this because it pisses Ahsoka off when he mimics her but it’s also weirdly therapeutic 

Poor Obi-Wan has to deal with both of them ranting at him so it’s pretty common for him to hear the same story twice in one day

On a couple of rare occasions one of the two enters his room to complain just to find the other doing the same thing which usually results in a new fight because “how dare you come in here to do the same thing I’m doing” 

Those fights usually end with Obi-Wan kicking them out to handle their shit he’s usually willing to hear out both of their sides and problem solve but not when they’re fighting just to fight (which happens sometimes) 

Anakin formed this little tik that makes him laugh and confuses the general public and that tik is whenever someone close to him asks him to do something he’ll say no and do it anyway

He only really does this with Rex and Ahsoka (more so Ahsoka) he respects the rest of them too much at first the duo was confused by it but after a while they just took it as a yes and moved on with it 

It usually looked something like this “General your padawan is being stubborn please go check on her” “No” and then Rex would nod or give a small thanks and then move on 

Or “Hey skyguy can we please get ice cream when we’re done with this mission” “No” “Thanks master!!” 

The first time Obi-Wan saw this happen he was flabbergasted and called Anakin rude which made the duo take a step back because they were so used to it

Ahoksa spoke up first asking “What do you mean master?” and when Obi-Wan clarified that rejecting her so abruptly could rightfully be seen as rude the duo shot him confused looks

Anakin tries to clear it up by saying “What are you talking about I said we could get some” and when Obi-Wan again points out that he told her no Anakin responds with something that makes Obi-Wan want to tear his hair out “but she knows I’m saying yes don’t you snips” to which Ashoka agrees

Obi-Wan walked away muttering about padawans giving him gray hairs and putting him in an early grave 

Ahsoka doesn’t know when she started keeping a mental list of the most embarrassing things the boys have done but it becomes a great source of entertainment for her 

Sometimes when Anakin is getting a little too cocky with Padme she’ll say “Hey master remember when you” and the next thing she knows she’s there’s a hand over her mouth and she’s being dragged away

Sometimes when Rex is taunting her a little too much about how “you almost beat me that time squirt maybe the next time or the next or the next” she’ll respond with “do you think the boys wanna know about that time we were walking to the speeder and” and he shuts up fast as hell 

She’s never had to do this to Obi-Wan but Anakin asked her if she remembers any of his embarrassing moments and all she does is nod the 212 swears they’ve never seen their general go as pale as he did that day 

On the rare occasions that Anakin or Ahsoka want to watch something different than the other it usually results in a lot of bickering a lot of “I’m your master and you will listen to me” and “that doesn’t apply here” thrown out 

But Anakin’s favorite thing to throw in Ahsoka’s face is “I was here first” even if he wasn’t and when she points that out he’ll respond with “I meant alive first”

Sometimes Ahsoka will respond with “I was here first” which results in two paths 1. Being her reminding him she was at the temple before him or 2. Her saying she was born first 

The first response usually ends her in a headlock and the second gets a response that people can hear from outside the temple and that’s Anakin yelling at the top of his lungs “That makes no kriffing sense!!” 

This is me projecting a little bit but I think Ahsoka swears like a damn sailor it’s bad enough to catch Anakin off guard and he’s barely better than her bro can and will curse in multiple languages but force forbid Ahsoka says kriff

She’s startled a few “language!” Or “hey”s out of him which shocks both of them more than it should Ahsoka is more startled by the hypocrisy and Anakin is startled because “Oh kriff I’m turning into Obi-Wan”

The funny thing is a lot of people including Obi-Wan blame Anakin for her cussing problem and a few masters even suggest some less than-up-to-code options to fix the problem which causes Anakin to become a little protective 

On nights when Anakin and Ahsoka can’t sleep and sitting in the temple feels like a death sentence they silently go to Anakin’s favorite speeder and just drive 

Sometimes they have somewhere specific in mind but most of the time they drive with no destination in mind sometimes they pick up Rex or Obi-Wan but most nights it’s just the two of them

Sometimes they talk about life and sometimes they sit in complete silence just enjoying each other's company and the shitty music on the radio

The only consistent thing about these trips is they don't go back until both of their eyes are drooping and Anakin can’t safely drive anymore

They never talk about these little excursions unless they’re already on one honestly they don’t even have to ask most times they’ll just walk into each other's rooms share a look and then walk out 

And there's something weirdly comforting about that routine

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #captain rex #snips and skyguy #disaster siblings #they make me mentally ill #these are all based on me and my sister #were a weird little bunch #the original disaster siblings #they fight like cats and dogs and then call each other their best friends #cause thats what siblings do #I have a lot of au's rotting in my brain #but I don't know if I will write them #ones a soul eater au #that actually makes me really mentally ill

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes

I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

Chelsea!Roy Kent x Coach's Daughter!Reader

2.2k words

Warnings: Language, lying/sneaking around, no Ted Lasso characters except for Roy, fluff & flirting, protective dad, mentions of gambling & drinking

Roy shook his head at you as he watched you scurry down the tree. Deciding to flaunt a little, you jumped down from a higher limb than usual, landing in front of the footballer with a cocky grin to rival the ones he shot you at training.

“Fucking show off,” he chuckled before pulling you in for a kiss. “How does a drive sound?”

“Perfect.”

The two of you settled in his car happily, with you relaxing back into your seat while Roy placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other firmly on your thigh. A dreamy pop song drifted quietly from the radio as he began to drive aimlessly, no destination in mind other than getting far away from prying eyes. As much as you loved having Roy in your bed, or spending time tangled up in his, you had to admit that going for drives with Roy was something special. With the windows down and the stars glittering above, some silly little part of you felt like a character in a romantic movie. And Roy Kent was definitely the perfect leading man.

The small squeeze he gave your thigh sent a jolt down your spine. “You pack a pretty little dress like I asked?”

A girlish giggle tumbled pack your lips. “I’ve got a couple in mind,” you assured him. “But I don’t know which to bring unless you tell me what the hell we’re doing.”

“What ever happened to letting things be a mystery?” he teased as he turned down a particularly dark street.

“Not when there’s an outfit to plan,” you countered. You stuck your hand out the window, savoring the night air on your skin, helping to cool you down; you always seemed to run a little warm when you were with Roy.

He chuckled and gave your thigh a playful pinch. “Can’t argue with that.” He slouched a little, finally relaxing now that he had driven far from your posh neighborhood. “Well, I hope you don’t mind but…” He cleared his throat. “I kind of told Jules about us. And I’m assuming he told Katie.”

For a brief moment, your blood ran cold. So far, the two of you had been careful about keeping things completely secret; you only told one girlfriend, and that was only so she could help you cover your tracks with your parents. But you knew Jules and Katie, and you trusted Roy. If Roy told them, you knew it was for a reason. Just like you knew they’d keep quiet.

“What’d they say?” you asked quietly.

His laugh filled the car. “Well, first Jules accused me of having a death wish,” he admitted. “Says your dad is going to fucking murder me if he ever finds out.” Roy’s hand left your thigh to take your hand in his. “But then I told him that I’m fucking dying to take you out properly.” He pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand. “And he agreed to help us out.”

Roy was dying to take you out. Properly. The thought was enough to bring a goofy smile to your face. “And how will he be helping us?”

“Well…” You could see Roy grip the steering wheel a smidge tighter. “See, the guys’ll be going out after the match,” he explained slowly. “Some club or whatever. But Jules and I were thinking, there’s this casino in town, supposed to be pretty posh…” He shrugged, aloofness suddenly in his tone, as if to disguise how anxious he was to hear your thoughts. “What d’you think?”

A night out with Roy Kent at some fancy casino. There were definitely worse things in the world.

But you weren’t sure if there were better ones.

“I think that sounds pretty great,” you assured him. You rested your head on his shoulder. “You think I could be your little good luck charm?”

A kiss landed on the top of your head. “Well, I did score in our first match with you there, wearing my kit,” he reminded you. “I think you already are.”

With a blush on your face, you found out the rest of the plan from Roy. Katie was going to invite you to go out with her and Jules, which would definitely sound better to your dad than you hitting a club with a bunch of twenty-year-old footballers. Jules, meanwhile, would invite Roy to join him for a quieter night than their teammates would be having. If your dad found out about the outing, all four of you could claim pure coincidence. He’d definitely roll his eyes and scowl, but he couldn’t protest.

But it would probably be best for all involved if he didn’t find out about any of it.

~

You carefully studied yourself in the mirror. It was a little terrifying, going out with Roy in this particular dress, with its short hemline and tight fit. He’d like it, you knew that for a fact; hell, he’d love it. Already you could picture his raised eyebrows and dropped jaw, and you could almost hear the soft “Fuck” that would slip past his lips. Your whole body tingled at the idea of Roy seeing you look so fucking good.

But your stomach was in knots with the knowledge that your dad was in this same hotel, probably getting ready to grab dinner with the other coaches, and could very likely catch you taking off with Roy and the others. No matter how much you protested that you and Roy were friends, barely friends at that, you knew your dad wasn’t stupid; he’d know immediately that you were dolled up for the attractive midfielder. You just hoped he wouldn’t totally humiliate you or try to stop you.

The soft knock at your door brought you out of your thoughts. With one last check in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and walked to the door. On the other side was Roy, with a small smile that quickly turned into a little o as he took in the sight of you.

“I think we might need to cancel the casino,” he growled, leaning in the doorway with a quirked eyebrow. “Stay right here and get that dress the fuck off you.”

A pleased blush settled over your face as you joined him in the hallway and quietly closed the door behind you. “I assume you think I look pretty tonight.”

“Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Goddess-like. Take your pick, princess.” After a quick glance up and down the hall, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. “Shall we?”

Resisting the urge to grab Roy’s hand, you fell into step beside the footballer, thrilled to have the entire night ahead of you. A night where you could finally, at least for a few hours, act like any other couple, not terrified of being caught by people you know or photographers or- most terrifying of all- your own father.

Roy turned to say something while the two of you walked towards the elevator, something bright in his eyes, when the door you were passing opened. Roy’s eyes went from bright to panicked as he came to a halt.

“Coach.”

Your dad filled the doorway, the same way his frown filled his face as he took in the sight of you, dolled up in a tiny dress, far too comfortable next to his star player. His eyes were trained on Roy as he addressed you with an uncharacteristically icy voice. “Thought you were going out with Katie and Jules, kiddo.”

“There’s a few of us going to the casino, Coach,” Roy quickly piped up, stuffing his fidgeting hands in his pockets. “Jules and Katie are waiting downstairs. I offered to come up and collect this one so we could drive over together.”

Your dad’s eyes narrowed at Roy before returning to you. “Well, don’t stay out too late. I know you and Katie want to head out nice and early tomorrow.”

Roy tried humor this time. “Don’t worry, Coach. I’ll be sure she’s back before breakfast.”

That saying about looks that could kill? Your dad was the living embodiment of that as his gaze returned to Roy, a gaze full of knives and daggers. “I’m speaking to my daughter, Kent. Who I expect to be in her own bed in the morning.”

“Daddy,” you huffed, feeling embarrassment settle over every inch of your skin. “Jules and Katie are waiting for us.”

The frown on your father’s face was becoming all too familiar now. “I dunno, maybe you should come to dinner with us-”

“Coach.” Roy’s voice was steady as he took a step toward your father. “Jules, Katie, and I will take good care of her. Hell, I’ll personally be responsible for making sure she’s right back here at a decent hour. I promise.” He stuck his hand out to your dad, looking less like an athlete talking to his manager and more like a boyfriend meeting a strict father.

It was a long moment before your dad shook Roy’s hand harshly. “Behave yourself, Kent.” There was no playfulness in the phrase he often uttered to the midfielder. He turned to you and sighed. “Have fun.” With a resigned nod, he turned to head in the direction you two had come from, to the room of one of his assistant coaches.

Once your dad turned a corner and was gone, Roy cocked his head at you, eyes full of concern. “Alright, princess?” His brows furrowed as he lowered his voice. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

He meant it. You knew he meant it. He didn’t want your worries over your dad hanging over you on what was supposed to be a fun evening. If you told him that you just wanted to sneak back into your room and throw on some pajamas and a movie, he’d join you in a heartbeat. Probably order some room service and cuddle all night. And he wouldn’t complain one bit.

And that knowledge had you offering him a shy smile. “Oh no,” you hummed, touching his hand gently. “You’re taking me out, Kent. Properly.”

~

Roy’s hand felt natural on the curve of your back you stood next to him at the craps table. The two of you had spent the entire drive to the casino holding hands in the backseat of Katie’s car, sharing eyerolls as the married couple teased you about your romance. Your heart fluttered with the realization that, as much as Katie had been teasing you for your crush on Roy, apparently Jules had been giving Roy a hard time since his very first day at Chelsea.

That first day felt so distant as Roy held up a pair of dice to your face, quirking a thick eyebrow at you. “Gimme a little luck, princess?”

Holding Roy’s playful gaze, you leaned over his hand and gently blew on the dice, not at all missing the way he bit his lower lip as he watched you. His fingers twitched as your breath hit his skin, and you swore you heard him groan a little.

He kept his composure enough to roll the dice onto the green table under the watchful gaze of the gathered crowd, none of which seemed to register the pair of footballers at the table. Instead, everyone cheered at Roy’s successful roll, exchanging high-fives and handshakes. Roy, meanwhile, tugged you closer and planted a firm kiss on your lips, the kind of kiss that had you wobbling in your heels.

“My little good luck charm,” he growled as he set you back down.

You were having an absolute blast with Roy. And Jules and Katie, for that matter. Roy barely took his hands off of you, continuously finding ways to touch you- arm around your waist, hand on your thigh, intertwining your fingers, whatever he could reach. He taught you how different games worked and refused to let you open your purse; he joked that he was making donations to the casino every time he threw money down for you. And of course, you were never without a drink in front of you.

For the first time, you really felt like you were living up to the ‘princess’ nickname.

“I’m really fucking glad you’re here,” Roy sighed. The two of you had made your way over to the bar, away from your ‘chaperones’. Roy had one hand around a cold glass and the other firmly on your exposed thigh. “You having a good time?”

You nodded eagerly as you took a sip of your drink. “I am,” you assured him. You leaned forward and pecked his lips, savoring the fact that you could do it so simply.

His smile was nothing short of dazzling. “We should do this again,” he declared. “Go away together, I mean.” He raised his eyebrows. “What d’you think?”

Go away together. Your tummy was doing Olympic-level gymnastics at his suggestion. “That would be fun,” you managed with a little giggle. “Where would you take me?”

He brushed some loose hair out of your face. “Anywhere you want, princess.” He shrugged. “Maybe some secluded little lakeside cabin. Or a fancy hotel in fucking Paris. Anywhere sounds good as long as you’re there.” He leaned forward, clearly intent on sharing another kiss.

You sighed against Roy’s mouth. Anywhere sounded good as long as he was there, too.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I have an Whitebeard Pirates x Obanaj reader. Like Whitebeard rescued the reader when they were young and the reader reveals to Ace why the keep their face covered.

-You kept to yourself on the ship most of the time, sometimes you would join the others for meals, but most times you chose to either eat in your room or somewhere where it was quiet.

-Many of the members, Whitebeard included, all knew that you were a cautious person, who sometimes came off as cold and crass, insulting others who you felt weren’t pushing themselves hard enough.

-This led to a couple of fights, newer members thinking you were cocky, underestimating you due to your size, as you were much shorter than most of the crew, but then you would easily handle business, usually without even drawing your strangely shaped blade.

-Whitebeard knew that you were way stronger than you looked, he had faith in you that you could handle anything you came across.

-He knew that you were a hurt child, you had faced great horrors in your young life, he knew about it, as you had confided in him, as he was the first person you realized you could fully trust.

-Whitebeard knew there would be others that you would come to trust, but it would take time.

-Surprisingly, it was Ace that you told next, after you continuously mopped the floor with him when he first was trying to join the crew and you didn’t hold back with your insults.

-However, that only made Ace fight harder and harder and when he was finally was able to get you backed into a corner, that’s when you got serious, drawing your blade, and kicking his ass again, just without severely injuring him.

-Ace couldn’t help but laugh, which surprised you, as you didn’t have a Devil Fruit ability, while he did, and you still beat him, “You sure are impressive Y/N!”

-You couldn’t bring yourself to bite back with a normal comment for once, as you were proud of him making you draw your sword. Your snake partner, who was always curled around your neck, could tell that you were happy.

-Ace and you grew close, as the two of you would always fight and throw insults at each other, but in a way, the two of you bonded in that sense, finding kindred spirits with each other.

-Ace was curious as to why you always kept your face covered, at least from the nose down, and he asked you that when he brought a plate over food over to you while you were sitting on the figurehead.

-You held the food for a moment before you sat it down, letting your snake friend eat a bit of it before you reached up and unwrapped the bandages, slowly letting them fall to your lap as Ace’s eyes went wide, seeing your scars as you told the tale of what your family did to you, and what they tried to do to you, had you not escaped when you were a young child.

-Whitebeard was the one to find you and he took you in, training you alongside the others, teaching you how to be a warrior, and teaching you that not all people in the world were bad.

-Ace was appalled, hearing how you had been treated, you had only been a child, but then again, he knew that children were not exempt from the horrors of this world.

-Ace leaned into you, just for a moment or two, silently comforting you which did make you feel a bit weird, there was an unknown warm feeling in your chest, but you didn’t dislike it.

-You only ate a few bites, something Ace and others like to tease you about, but you had always had a tiny stomach, you couldn’t help it as he polished off the rest of your food, which made you stare at him in slight shock.

-He couldn’t help but laugh, “This is nothing! You should see my little brother Luffy eat, he can eat more than the old man can!” You didn’t know if that was impressive or intimidating.

-The two of you remained on the figurehead, exchanging stories of the past with one another, not fighting for once. It felt nice.

#one piece #whitebeard pirates #portgas d ace #obanai iguro

[adore-gregor]

:)

#but i am feeling better overall about it all since yesterday #i should have read it sooner but as i told you i got an a in that class #and the professor also gave me feedback it was so nice 🤧 #i love my uni professors they're really great ☺️ #it just reminded that i am good at some things and maybe i will hopefully achieve a good job with my studies one day... #he gave me feedback on a text i had to write on the course and also more general #he wrote he apreciated my interest & participation in class &that he loves seing nothing more than in his students than that as a professor #:)) #i also got 10/10 points #and he agreed with a lot of my observation and thought it was interesting to read #but also while i do love football i am thinking of quitting it #altough i don't like to be a person that runs away from difficulties #but honestly i don't feel very welcomed in the team either and they are just so different we have little in common #they are not mean to me but i don't really feel part of it either and there is this one girl who is overly competitive #and she moans at you if you make a mistake in training like in training! #i mean i'm not overly upset about if sometimes some words fall in a match it can happen in the pressure but in training?? #like she also probably thinks she's so good but if she were she wouldn't be at our team now would she 😂 #like calm down #and she's a defender but if she had to defend me in a 1v1 i bet she'd lose actually because she could never keep up with my speed 😅 #i mean she's not horrible otherwise but and not that i'm that great besides my speed and sometimes i have my moments where i dribble well #but i'm not the one acting like this #and she's also the type of person who has inked in her bio on social media which i find funny sry 😂 #if anyone who reads this has this too pls don't be offended #but you know it just makes me think why? how is having a tattoo one of the most interesting things about you 😂 #it's not a personality trait? nothing else of interest in your life that's sad 😅 #doesn't need to be true for everybody but if you disagree tell me why like i don't see it lol #and i'm also worried i won't play like i'm not putting in so much time to then sit on the bench #i'd even try goalkeeper tbh if that means i'd be appreciated for it if i were good at it #it's not that i think i'm so good that i need to play just that i have limited time with uni and tennis already... #it's a lot already i would at least like to get something out of it

[robitherat]

No I'm literally so mad. I blasted frank iero and screamed the whole way home. Not even along with the songs I just screamed.

#robi rambles #so fucking mad dude #it was a good movie. it was so good #but also like yeah i have critiques. like namely the fact that it never felt like we got a slow moment? #besides under the water tank with gwen and miles ig #but like other than that there wasnt any let up on the tension even in moments of humor so it felt like there wasnt room to breathe #also the animation itself was hard to keep ip with at a lot of points #like there were so many little detaiks and quirks to it that i want to appreciate but i cant unless i watch at .2x speed or somethinf #idk. i liked it a lot and i understand why they did it and i do think the impact of the emotional scenes were great #just wish we couldve gotten to know some of the new characrers a little better so i could yknow. give a shit abt them #still better than encanto tho #god fucking encanto. biggest fucking let down ive ever watched tbh. but whatever thats for another time #anyways great movie and im mad about it

[mieltelecheycrema]

the urge to talk about my ocs constantly is immense so i will

#mielmbles #mielsmocs #following my account in the summertime means you are subject to viewing posts where i obsess over these little weirdos which can be avoided #by blocking mielmbles and mielsmocs which is why i have those tags #okay so basically new little workd thing that only has three characters at the moment that im sooooo interested in omg thinking about them #constantly and it only popped up in my brain recently bringing my story total to like three that i haven’t gotten rid of #the main jist of it is this chick hears about a very powerful witch that is very popular in town and decides to see if theyre looking for #a student or help since shes always thought that magic was so cool but never really knew where to start so omg wow huge powerful and popular #witch must be a great choice for beginning erh wrong turns out the witch doesn’t even classify as a witch and is actually two witches that #switch off on a daily basis due to a curse inflicted by a past customer that makes it so one of them always has to be in animal form usual #cat but it varies and neither of them even classify themselves as witches nor do they know were their abilities come from of course the girl #doesn’t know that and its not like the witches can keep sending her off forever the girl is subborn as hell and they really don’t have much #patience so they let her in and have to bs a bunch of ways to learn magic and the such but again they have no clue what they’re doing and #tbh they’re really more like glorified herbalists/botanists that just happen to have some of the most powerful magic ever concieved so they #keep trying to find ways to get the girl out but it always backfires intensely #that’s about it for now probably more plot points later or smth #tbh this is probably the easiest time ive had coming up with a story and world ever and i’m really excited to keep thinking about it cuz i #think its so cool like i also have a bunch of little tidbits of the characters like how the witchs wear choir robes cuz when they were #younger their school kinda was shutting down for a few reasons so they snuck in and stole the robes cuz they really liked them #anyways yeah thats it i love them dearly and i can’t wait to see how my brain expands this later

[daisywords]

Well I finished The Hands of The Emperor, and well it was by no means a perfect read or my personal favorite ever, I did enjoy it immensely. My main takeaway is that more books should be allowed to be really long and character focused and about retirement-age adults and have a bajillion little subplots

#daisyreads #some of the scenes were superfluous but also I still had fun reading them so literally whatever #I do have to say though. I had the ebook and was in no way prepared for how long this book was #my loan expired and I had to wait to check it out again #anyway I feel like it didn't follow through satisfyingly with some of the major stuff at the end #like the ending was all about Cliopher and that stuff was lovely but also like. we kinda just stopped focusing on the emperor #also it got a little preachy/unsubtle at the end but whatever #>>going to make a really stupid joke please ignore>> #[why was this Atlas Shrugged for liberals lol] #<<okay moving on #anyway I loved loved loved a lot of the character moments #especially when you keep thinking we're building up to a character losing control and finally expressing everything they've been bottling u #except then it doesn't quite work that way because when you've been swallowing it for so long you just kind of choke #anyway Cliopher is a great character and I love him but he could have been a little less perfect at everything #and we could have done with a little less ''other people get slammed over the head with how perfect he is'' #but anyway. I still liked it. close to my heart #loved the slow trickle of worldbuilding and the time to get to know it #the zoomed-in and zoomed-out worldbuilding both #although I'm still confused about The Fall but whatever #anyway I really liked some of the internal and interpersonal conflicts and relationship dynamics #very tender exploration of stuff that doesn't usually get focused on in the genre #anyway I am always a sucker for political fantasy as I am learning

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I hate how inconsistent the temperature iOS this time of year. Today the high is like 64 but two days from now they are predicting a high of 80 something. Every morning i have to check the weather to see what I have to do, air conditioning on or off, and when I’m getting out my clothes for the day i have to figure out just how much of the day I’ll be outside. In the morning it will be like 60 something and then at noon it’s like 80. What pants am I supposed to wear like this? And do I need a sweater or will it just be extra bulk in warmer weather? On Monday I was like “oh hell yeah, I can wear my skinny jeans now. And the new ouija board sweater i got at target! And then yesterday it was 75 and i forgot to check the weather so i didn’t turn on the air conditioning or open a window until i noticed it was uncomfortably warm in the afternoon and i had trouble falling asleep because my bedroom (i don’t open the window here very often because i live near train tracks and I’d rather not hear it louder in my bedroom while i try to sleep, and any wind will blow my curtains around and let light in) even with my window open all night while it dipped to around 60 felt too hot, but I refused to use the air conditioner when it was 60 out and nice. I had been using the stove though and that combined with my body heat and the weather warming the small apartment up, I was sweating in my bed and I couldn’t fall asleep. And then! If you sweat a whole lot overnight and your window is open cooling the place down, you’re hit by cold when you remove the blanket. I need to wash shorts and pants and it’s weird. September is always super inconsistent here.

#emma posts #and when i have my window open to the cold I worry about my cactus #I wonder if living on the second floor makes it warmer? heat rises #and when we had that insane cold snap last winter the first floor felt cold enough for a coat indoors m #I think the actual apartments were warmer with the heaters but it was still cold af #I’m surprised my African violet didn’t die #that thing has been through hells and keeps going #is scoffs at any other plants i have that maybe get stressed by watering schedule being changed or temperature dropping a little more than #is comfortable for them #a seasoned veteran who has put up with the strain that is depending on a human with adhd #looking upon the orchid that stopped flowering the moment I forgot to water for a little too long #those violets can live for 80 years and i don’t want to jinx it but i would only be half surprised #if the violet outlived me. it might be a close competition though because the women on my dad’s mom’s side of the family have lived crazy #long lives. at least one got cancer. but unlike her husband she got better #to be fair she had skin cancer and everyone else in that family that got cancer got it way worse #my grandpa lived like two decades longer than the doctors expected when he was diagnosed but towards the end it wasn’t great #so on my dad’s side it’s kinda like. if cancer doesn’t kill you you’ll be old af #unfortunately cancer has gotten several people #I’m half convinced that something the farm was using back in the day was worse than they thought #I don’t know of anything that has actually been proven to cause cancer being used. but it’s weird that it happened four times #maybe it was the aresenic water? it’s filtered now but no one knew the groundwater had it until I was like six or seven

[chrollohearttags]

the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

#armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #armin x black reader #armin smut #armin x black y/n #armin x reader smut #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #aot au #toxic armin #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #armin arlet x reader #armin artlert #armin arlet smut #armin attack on titan #armin headcanons #armin imagine #snk smut #armin drabble #snk armin #armin arlet x black reader #armin arlet headcanons #armin arlet imagines #cw breeding #cw pregnancy #cw babytrapping #cw yandere

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Growing up with a deatheater father doesn't teach you much about emotions, so when Theo finds himself developing an infatuation with a muggle-born, he thinks she gave him a love potion.

Pairing: Theo Nott x granger!fem!reader

Words count: 1.9k

Warnings: jealous Harry

There is a 2nd part!! <3

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Unveiled Desires

It was strange to him. So strange how he went from mocking, annoying and occasionally bullying her every step she takes to secretly wanting her. Wanting to have her, or even needing her.

He didn't know how or when it happened, but one day he realized she was constantly in his head. It creeped up on him in small steps and eventually he had developed an infatuation for the girl.

Of course nobody knew about it, Theo wouldn't dare telling anyone. He just kept with his antics, hoping the obsession will somewhat disappear one day. Unfortunately, the more he tried to get rid of this feeling, the more he gave it power, the more it grew.

But he couldn't be with her. He couldn't be with a mudblood.

But he wanted to be with her. The more he thought about it, the less he cared about the blood status. He cursed at himself for these thoughts. Raised by a deatheater father, he would get disowned for dating anyone who wasn't a pureblood.

"Granger, can I talk to you for a second?" A question left his mouth as he approached the Golden Trio. Who was better to talk to about Y/n than her older sister?

The three Gryffindors looked at Theo as if he wasn't good in the head. Just casually wanting to have a chat, a normal chat, with someone outside of his social circle. Pretty unusual for a Slytherin.

"What is it?" Harry asked protectively.

"I was talking to Granger. I need to talk privately."

Hermione looked at Harry and Ron, exchanging suspecting glances. Eventually she spoke, "Alright, but make it quick."

"Great, let's go." Theo started walking, but Hermione stood in her place.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere they," he gestured to Harry and Ron, "aren't gonna eavesdrop."

Hermione crossed her arms on her chest, a knowing expression on her face.

Theo raised his hands, "It's not a trap again, I swear."

The girl sighed and walked after her rival.

Hermione and Theodore weren't fond of each other not only because of their houses and their blood statuses, but also because they were academic rivals. Both of them were extremely competitive. Since first year they aspired to be better than one another in pretty much everything.

"Can we stop already?" The girl asked. "I'm pretty sure they won't ear us from here."

"Alright, alright." Theo agreed. "But I need you to promise me you won't tell anybody about it."

"Why me? Why would you trust a Gryffindor with keeping a secret for you?"

Theo lowered his voice to a whisper, "Because it's about your sister."

"What?!" Hermione's voice was the opposite of a whisper. "What have you done to her?!"

The boy gestured telling her to lower her voice. "No, I didn't do anything. She has done...something."

"What on Earth could that possibly be?" A little more quiet, but still unpleasantly surprised, she decided to listen to him.

One last time, Theo looked around to make sure there's nobody there who could be a witness to what he was about to say.

"She used some spell on me." He accused. "Or put something in my food, my drink."

Hermione scoffed with laughter. "You must be joking. You bully her for whole five years, but one time she pays you back for it, it's an issue?"

"Not like that." He took a second to gather his thoughts. "Granger, do you remember how we learnt about amortentia few weeks ago? I think Y/n gave it to me."

Hermione started at the boy for a moment and then burst out with laughter. Y/n wasn't the issue, there was no way a fifth year would be able to make amortentia. Not even Y/n Granger.

Theodore felt annoyed and offended by Hermione's reaction. He looked at her with disgust. "What is so funny to you about it, mu-, Granger?"

Noticing how he almost called her a slur, her expression immediately became serious. "Seriously? You know what, deal with it by yourself. I don't even know why you're telling me all of this."

"Why? Because you have to talk to her, tell her to do something about it! Tell her to stop it!"

Hermione got a brilliant idea.

"You know, I've heard professor Slughorn had a remedy for amortentia."

"Yeah, and I'll end up in the hospital wing like Weasley."

"It was poisoned mead, not the amortentia cure itself. You can ask him to make one from the ingredients in the classroom."

"I will," Theo scoffed, "look at you being useful for the first time in your life."

Without another word, Hermione walked away. "Boys..." She muttered to herself.

"Don't tell anyone I told you this!"

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"What?! He likes me?!" Y/n asked with blush on her face. "Theodore Nott likes me? The boy that has been bullying me for the past five years?"

"And the thinks it's because you gave him amortentia." Hermione giggled.

Y/n wouldn't ever think that he could be into her and the whole story that her sister had told her was simply unbelievable. But Hermione had no business in lying to her very own little sister, especially not about that.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

"Not yet, but I talked him into asking Slughorn for the cure! I suppose he'll do this tomorrow after class, as soon as possible."

"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"

The girls were sitting alone in the common room and as Y/n laughed, Ron and Harry walked in.

"What are you two laughing about?" Harry asked, ready to hear that story.

"Can I tell them?" Hermione looked at Y/n. The younger Granger nodded. "Nott likes Y/n."

The girls and Ron laughed, meanwhile Harry stood there with his lips in a thin line, far away from laughing.

"The best part is," Hermione continued, "he thinks Y/n gave him amortentia!"

"What?" Harry spoke eventually, his voice a bit more surprised than it should be. "Y/n, did you give amortentia to Nott?"

"No, why would you accuse me of this?!" The youngest girl defended herself. "Is it that unbelievable that he can fancy me?"

"I mean... You're a muggleborn... And-"

"And what?! Does that mean I'm not worthy of that? We don't know him, maybe he doesn't believe in this whole blood purity thing."

"He does. That's why he hasn't asked you out. And he never will. Because they're all the same."

Y/n's eyes became a little glossy, the tears ready to start flowing anytime. "Are they, though? And you're saying this. You, whose godfather was Sirius Black."

"Sirius was different!"

"We don't know because we don't know what Theo is like!"

"Theo? It was Nott for the past few years that he was tormenting you," Harry put an emphasis on the word bullying, "now he fancies you and he becomes Theo?"

"I would actually give him a chance. It's not his fault that he was born into a blood purity obsessed family."

"Don't you think that's a little pathetic? Running into his hands the moment you find out he might fancy you meanwhile you had chances to date...other Gryffindors."

"Pathetic? You call me pathetic?"

"I didn't call you pathetic, I said what you do is-"

A sound of a slap filled the room, but the following silence spoke even louder. Y/n looked Harry in the eyes, a light red mark on his cheek that her hand left.

Harry could see and sense that it was too much, he said unnecessary words. He regretted them, but he just couldn't stop them from coming out.

The Golden Trio watched Y/n run upstairs. She was so glad nobody else was in the bedroom yet.

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"Excuse me, professor," Theo walked up to Slughorn after the class on the following day.

All the other students were slowly exiting the room, Harry's eyes fixed on the Slytherin standing by the teacher's desk.

"Yes, Theodore?" Slughorn asked. "Do you have some more bright insights you'd like to share with me?" He was clearly happy to have this conversation.

"I actually need help, professor."

The man's expression dropped. "Yes? Do you have a problem?"

"I'm worried that I've been given amortentia."

Slughorn's eyes widened. He was surprised or even shocked. "Are you sure? I remember seeing other people under the influence of several love potions and you don't quite match the criteria."

"There's this girl who I can't stop thinking about... I suspect she has given it to me."

"Who that might be?"

Theo waited until all the other students exit the classroom before he said the name.

"Y/n Granger."

Y/n stopped in her tracks just as he was about to enter the potions classroom. She was about to show the teacher a part of her project, wanting to consult the texts she has written. Instead, she stopped and decided to listen to the conversation.

"Ah, she's one of the best students in her year," Slughorn said proudly, "but I assure you - she wouldn't do that to you."

"How can you be sure, professor?"

"Well, could you describe your symptoms, Theodore?"

"Whatever I do, Y/n is on my mind," the boy admitted, "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I zone out thinking about her. It's not normal, I've never experienced it before."

The teacher gave his student a sympathetic smile. "My dear boy, you might be experiencing the actual feeling of being in love."

"What? And how could it have been caused? Was it a love potion, after all? Maybe a spell?"

"It's a part of muggle science, biology. The chemicals in your brain cause it and it's not something you can control. It happens when it happens. A truly beautiful feeling."

Theo's mouth twisted into a dissatisfied grimace. "Is there anything I can do about it?"

"You can talk to the girl about it, for example," Slughorn looked at the door and shouted, "come in, Y/n!"

Y/n cursed to herself in her thoughts. How could he know she was there?

The girl walked in shyly, holding a paper in her hands. "I wanted to show you my paper, professor," the girl spoke, "if there's anything you think I should change or... anything."

As the girl handed the paper to the teacher, she looked at Theo. They stood dangerously close to each other. The silence between the was so loud, Y/n was praying for the teacher to say something. Anything.

"Amazing, Mrs Granger," he spoke eventually, "although the Draught of Living Dead is an extremely difficult potion to make. I'm glad you're so ambitious, but I'd suggest you get help from someone more experienced."

"I'm pretty sure I can do it on my own." Y/n assured.

"Maybe Mr. Nott here could help you. The sixth year has been just learning about this potion, actually. Theodore, would you be so kind and help Mrs Granger?"

Suddenly, Theo's gaze somewhat softened. There was no more disgust in his eyes. When he stood so close to Y/n, he wondered why did he act the way he did. Why did he do all the mean things to her. Maybe he had always liked her, but didn't want to admit it, even to himself alone.

"Yes, sure," he said, "I can help."

Y/n felt happy. For some reason, she didn't dislike Theo for all the things he did. She secretly always liked him, he was attractive, and she would even sometimes daydream about the day he would finally talk to her like a normal person. Maybe the day has finally come.

#theo nott #theodore nott #slytherin boys #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfic #theo nott fanfic

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

can I request some cute fluff with Astarion - I think something cute would be tav’s never worn a dress and they put one on and Astarion is just mindblow by how good they look? 🥺

maybe he can do some chivalrous acts as well~

She Looks Breathtaking

pairing : astarion x (fem) reader

summary : astarion has never seen you in a dress, you haven’t been in one since you were taken from baldur's gate. you both find it hard to hide your excitement.

warnings : none :)

authors note: I hope you like this anon! (first, i finally played baldur's gate. second, i'm going to try and pump out the requests that I haven't gotten to.)

“Oh! Look how pretty this is!” 

You turn your head to look towards Karlach’s booming voice, much too loud for the small space you were in. She held up a dress, something you hadn’t thought about wearing in months. You hadn’t had any important events to attend.

Walking over to her side, you take the fabric between your fingers. “It’s beautiful..”

“You should get it. I think you’d look great, and I bet Astarion would like it too.” She nudged at your side, teasing. Your face flushed, and you ran your fingers along the hem of the dress, avoiding Karlachs gaze. She likes to poke fun at the obvious crush you had developed on Astarion, and everytime she did you regretted telling her more and more. 

Eventually, you find a small paper attached to the fabric showing the price of the dress, eyes widening at the disgustingly low price. 

“When would I even get a chance to wear it? It would go to waste, just weigh my bag down.” Karlach huffs, taking the price tag and reading it for herself.

“Are you kidding me? Even if you don’t wear it, you’d be a fool to ignore this price. Maybe you will attend some noble party when we get to Baldur's Gate!” She was way too excited but her energy almost made you agree with her, the dress was so cheap even if it went unworn for a long time. And you hadn’t worn one in..you couldn’t even remember.

You thought about it for a moment before moving for your coin pouch, pouring the amount into your hand and handing the coins to the trader. They slip out of your hand much faster than you'd care to admit, hiding your excitement from Karlach proving to be a challenge. “Don’t say a word to anyone, Karlach, I mean it.”

“Fine. But I better get to see you in it, at least try it on for me when we get back to camp!” You shake your head, amused by Karlachs childish antics, but you yourself can’t help but feel a little bit excited by the idea of dressing up. 

When you returned to camp that night you had forgotten about the dress in your bag, slipping your mind amidst the constant thought of being attacked or having to talk your way out of a hostile situation. 

So when Karlach came bouncing over to your side, your tent tucked away in a corner secluded from most of your party to keep your privacy, you could only give her a confused look. She seemed so excited and you had no idea why, and she was beginning to return the confusion.

“You gonna put on the dress or just make me stand here?” Oh! You let your bag fall to the ground, crouching down to rummage through its contents, searching for the dress. 

When you found it you laid it over your bag, standing back up to remove the leather from your body. You could hear Karlachs giggles as you shimmied out of your much too tight leather pants, only to have to pull the dress over your body right after.

Your hair was up, but you untied it and allowed your hair to fall over your shoulders. When you turned back to her, she stared at you with awe. “Woah..”

“What?” 

“You look..nice.” You giggled, which made her laugh along with you, both of you unaware of the approaching footsteps. His eyes trace along your figure, and he allows himself a moment of greediness to take in the full effect you have. You seem so happy, a smile appearing on his cheeks as he watches you smile gleefully and so..so..carefree. You're finally allowing yourself to have fun, and not worrying about protecting everyone else around you. And Gods.. you’re breathtaking. 

He would never admit to a living soul, or a non-living one for that matter, but he had been infatuated with you since the moment you asked him to join your party. You made him weak, and with his newfound freedom he wasn’t sure what the correct way to deal with it was. Obviously he could use his charm to lure you into his bedroll, but he wanted more, he wanted to be the reason you felt giddy enough to show your teeth with a smile. He wanted to be the reason you laughed, and fooled around, the reason you felt safe enough to have fun. 

He takes a deep breath in, to regain his confidence and charm, and he proceeds towards the two of you.  

Until his voice filled your ears and caused your eyes to shoot in his direction, “Well well..don’t you look nice.” 

“Astarion!” He approached the two of you slowly, staring at you and paying no mind to Karlach’s presence. 

“I’m gonna leave you two alone..” Karlach let out an awkward chuckle, making eye contact with you with wiggly eyebrows before sneaking away.

You look back towards Astarion, who is unable to make eye contact with you as his eyes roam along your body, preoccupied. You're certain he doesn't even realise Karlach has left from beside the two of you.

“Where did you get this pretty thing?” He looks back up to meet your eyes, smirk big enough to show his fangs which sends a nervous shiver through your body. A tingle in your neck reminds you of the favour you allowed him. Your arms cross against your chest, suddenly more nervous in his presence than ever before. 

“Just something I picked up from a merchant..” 

“In all the time I’ve traveled by your side , I’ve never seen you look so.. elegant.” 

“Wow thanks..” You roll your eyes with a snort, crossing your arms tighter across your chest.

“Now c’mon darling..you know I mean you no disrespect. Only pointing out the obvious. May I?” At first you're unsure what he’s even asking permission for, but when you see his hands reaching out to touch you, you give him a nod. 

He doesn’t hesitate, hands finding your hips. “See…usually you’re wearing that menacing leather, always so serious.” Your face scrunches up at his words, you’ve never thought your armour to be very menacing nor did you believe you were ‘always serious’. Only when the situation called for it. 

The heat of his skin can be felt even through the fabric. His thin fingers squeeze into the plush of your hips, then run along your waist, feeling the fabric between his fingers. “But right now, in this dress, with your hair undone,” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hairs, “You look so free. You’re beautiful darling..so beautiful.” 

You feel your face relax, and it only softens more when Astarions eyes meet yours once more and his pupils are blown . The softest smile blossoms on his face, which turns out to be contagious cause not soon after a cheek burning smile is on your face. Face hot as you look into his eyes, his hands still on your waist, thumbs massaging your skin through your dress. 

“I should take it off, I don’t want to get it dirty.” 

“Could you humor me?”

“Humor you? How so, Astarion?” 

“Keep it on, just for an hour. It’s been a long time since I spent an evening with a woman as beautiful as you..” 

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