#no amount of wholesome will save you

[slayerchick303]

When I saw the new Breaking News was another 'True Facts about Grant Anthony O'Brien' episode, I was ready to be shocked and laugh at Grant's wild real-life choices.

Instead, I was fully crying 7 minutes later. Curse you, Dropout, for toying with my expectations like that.

#i was expecting more of 'i'm 50?' #and you go and surprise me with wholesome grant facts #and his dad's message... :') #i'm sorry grant but the first two will always be the first things that come up when your name is googled #it's too late #no amount of wholesome will save you #the internet has spoken #breaking news #grant anthony o'brien #grant o'brien #dropout tv #dropout #college humor

[braisedhoney]

okay so because i’m incapable of being chill for even like ten minutes, i rendered my favorite little doodle. let them r e s t, they need it

Brushes:

Jingsketch Sketch Render (for literally everything this time lol)

#iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm 2 #in space with markiplier 2 #ney’s art #y/n the captain #head engineer mark #markiplier #markiplier fanart #iswm fanart #i’m so stupidly amused by the nap-tain pun #like really it’s the dumbest thing but it puts such a big smile on my face ajnnfsnkmdk #let them take a nap they deserve it #both of them tbh #it’s a lot of work travelling through space and time ok #might double post in a bit bc i’ve got something saved #ten points to you if you can guess which ego it is bc being honest i didn’t expect it either #also reading people’s reactions in the tags?? is so wholesome?? #the amount of times my heart has melted i stg #iswm captain

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑈𝑠, 𝑈𝑠

A/N: I'll be completely honest, I don't know what I have written... But it's wholesome( i think) and cute. Curse me and my inability to write something short.

Prompts Used: I'll stay for as long as you need from this, do you think we'll be in love forever from this.

Summers in the Burrow was absolute trash.

Now it wasn't because Charlie didn't like to come back home and perhaps finally rest a bit. He actually liked being back home, especially with you now that you two were finally dating, he often took you out with him for hours after you stashed food in your back, knowing you two would be gone for a long time doing...

Snogging? Making-out? Flying?

It all depended on the mood.

All in all, he loved his family, he loved you, and he loved how well you fit with his family and love them as your own, they loved you in exchange just as much, and loved being back home even if it meant the teasings of his brother Bill who was the one witnessing his puppy love to you would increase with their other siblings' help.

But sometimes, the teasing was just... too much. And the fact that you also took after his family didn't help.

His own lover was against him, and they obviously loved making him go all red!

As if it was hard to begin with...

"It seems you are so smitten by me that you always talk about me to your family, Charlie~" you teased your boyfriend lightly as your hand wrapped around his, squeezing three times to silently say I love you, even though you were just making fun of him for talking about you a lot to his family, as he looked at you with burning cheeks and a soft smile.

"No? Where did you get it from?" He tried to hide his rants about you in a cool manner, to save himself from the teasing he would face even though he would melt as soon as you started planting kisses on his cheek, but ultimately failed when Bill and his dad, who adored you already, stumbled into the living room and beamed visibly at the sight of you sitting with his son.

"Y/N! It's lovely to see you, dear! How are you?" Arthur immediately pushed his two eldest sons aside and came to hug you, landing kisses on each of your cheeks as he proudly looked at you. Even to this day, after almost four years of being Charlie's friend and two years of dating him, you never quite got used to the way they always welcomed you warmly.

Molly hugging you, smelling like those cookies she always made. Arthur's warm hugs as he pulled you to his artefact room to show all the new cool muggle things he found, Fred and George telling you the newest pranks they thought about, playing wizard chess with Percy, making Ginny's hair in different styles and teaching them to her as she did your make-up, telling Ron about the latest school drama...

Sometimes, with all their flaws and all, you even thought that they actually loved you more than their own sons.

"Yeah, there goes our privilege as soon as they see their daughter..." Bill groaned as he rubbed his arm to soothe the pain of his greatest betrayal, done by none other than his father. Still, Bill was someone who always found a way to tease you or mostly Charlie and this time wasn't any different as he saw how you both smiled shyly, quite cute in his eyes, as you both stumbled over your words, blushing madly.

"I-I'm not their daughter Bill, I think you are-"

"Yet, my friend, yet."

"Bill, stop teasing..." Charlie gritted out, hoping it was enough to make him back off but instead Bill laughed and merely brushed it off.

"You look like a squirrel when you are angry, Charlie~ Besides, by the amount of adoring talk you had been doing since your second year at Hogwarts, I thought you would have already used a promise ring type of commitment!"

Charlie's face was a tomato at this point, even his neck and probably his chest was all red from the embrassment he felt. He always told you that it was a bad idea to spend the summer with his family, solely for the reason that he knew they wouldn't stop teasing him, and often suggested the idea of spending it in Hogwarts, alone, with you in a flirty way.

In which you always replied, I don't want to be on the receiving end of one of Molly's angry Howlers, Charlie... We have to go, besides, what's the worst that could happen? They love me!

But, that was the point.

They loved you so much, even more than possibly their own children!

And they wouldn't dare to tease you, no.

They took greater satisfication from doing that to him. Especially since he accidently let it slip that he wanted to marry you after graduation.

"What? Don't tell me... Holy shit, you never told them about your affinity with them since the day school started?!" Bill dramatically screeched with a hand over his chest at his brother's state, Percy rolling his eyes at the three of you as you tilted your head confused.

"Wait... Really? He had been talking about me?"

"Of course! I don't think he stopped doing it even after you two started dating! If not, it increased even more!" Percy yelled from the other room, making Charlie look there angrily, not aware of the soft and loving eyes you were sending to his way.

"Yes, I remember him talking about you at every breakfast, so much so that both me and Molly knew what flower you liked and memorized your schedule!" Arthur added with a happy nod from the kitchen as he helped Molly with the plates. Charlie turned his head so swiftly that you were worried he hurt his neck as he was left staring with a gaped mouth at his father.

"Dad!"

"Oh, yes, I remember now! I wasn't very pleased to hear that Y/N thought gnomes were cute... but she accepted they could be dreadful too!" Molly came from the kitchen as she gave you her famous pancakes with a smile and affectionate pat on your head as her eyes found Arthur's playfully.

"I still remember how your dad came bursting in, yelling that he finally found someone who shared his fascination with Muggle world and even gave him a record player."

"I'm gonna go and de-gnome the garden, maybe that will-" Charlie suddenly got up and turned towards the door to get out and probably cool his flaming face, while you giggled uncontrollably alongside Ginny who was having the best time of her life at her brother's misery.

"We can send your precious, curse-breaking lover if you want!" A yell came from the other room.

"Fred!" Charlie turned angrily to scold his brother when he saw the disappointed eyes of his brother.

"I'm not Fred, seriously first mum and now you, Charlie?" George, actually Fred, came from the other room, looking sad and half-angry.

Which was all a ploy, and even you knew it at this point.

But Charlie never was able to tell which twin was which one, and this was no different. He huffed out angrily as he muttered a whatever, and walked right towards the garden as you and twins looked after him with straight eyes and then slowly smirked.

"You are never gonna get tired of tricking him, right?" You threw your head back on the couch and looked at the twins with a cheeky smile as they laughed and shook their heads.

"Never~"

"So... You know we," Fred pointed to all the other Weasley siblings, except Bill and Charlie, to a pouting Ginny and Ron, who were doing their best to use their puppy eyes. " are here for a reason, and that is-"

"To hear more of my adventures in any kind so that you could find a humiliating moment to tease Charlie later?" You quirked an eyebrow curiously as they all stared at you in wonder.

"That's why she is the best older sister possible..." Ron and Ginny exclaimed with amazement with breathless sighs, making you laugh as Fred and George nodded their heads impressed.

"She is finally a true Weasley. Understanding what we exactly want is of high value."

" Suck it up, guys, you made it very obvious! Besides, Charlie won't be happy about this!"

"Then why are you bringing snacks?" Percy stopped while bending over the table in the living room under everyone's curious and amused stares, mumbling to himself as he flushed.

"Because... I want to hear them too."

"Hell yeah, that's my brother! Now, Y/N, you have no other choice than telling us!" Fred exclaimed as he threw a proud arm around Percy's shoulder and ushered everyone to sit down so that you could finally start. You looked at all the kids sitting down in front of you, waiting for you to start with excited eyes. Seeing them so eager, even though it wasn't unusual for them whenever you came to the Burrow, and they had other motives, made you crack a smile and nod.

You could actually give what they want to them with this story, and watch as Charlie suffers from their hands on your behalf.

"Now, where should I begin... Perhaps the accident with Squawk is a good one."

Squawk was on loose, the reputation of the Dragon Club was at stake and there was no way you could find that little rascal in time.

Without help.

"I want Squawk back in our care just as much as you do, Y/N! I'll help you find him, you don't have to worry when you have me!"

As soon as the last part left his lips, Charlie already slapped his forehead mentally when he met Liz's questioning and "are you serious?" look. He couldn't help how he felt or what he did, especially when his crush came to ask for his help. He had been watching you as discreetly as possible, throwing himself in to help you whenever you ask and he always sat with you at lunch and cracked jokes in hopes that you would smile.

You did, every time, because how could you not? He was being extremely cute and adorable!

But to Liz, and pretty much every single one of your friends, all these longing stares and shy smiles was becoming a lot harder to bear.

"Hate to break the cute moment, but we have a mission to finish and an Incendio to cast! Pump the love brakes and do it now Y/N~"

Actually remembering where you were and with who you were, you flushed but did it anyways and set the fake eggs on fire to lure Squawk to where you three were waiting.

And soon, he showed up and circled around the eggs protectively, making all three of you to cheer.

"Nice one, mate!" Liz's eyes were as wide as saucers when the word mate left Charlie and he was left freaked out with his hand still up in the air.

No... No, I didn't just call my crush "mate"...

Your eyes were also wide open at what he said, but you tried not to show how it made you disappointed as you smiled and let out a hey, which didn't really had the usual hype.

Mate... That's all he is ever going to see me as.

But amongst that chaos and freaking out, and Charlie's yell, Squawk was already gone, having flought away in fright.

Charlie, since he was kind of the reason Squawk got away, had a sheepish yet half-horrified look on his face as he looked at you, expecting anything except the kind and happy smile you had given him.

"W-what... Are you not angry at me?"

"No? Why would I be?" You tilted your head with a small smile as Charlie gulped nervously.

Oops, you were actually angry but... somehow, it felt like it wasn't about this accident?

"Because Squawk is... gone?"

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. It was no use for you to hold grudge against him just because he called you his mate and you had to fall for him. "It's like you said, Charlie. As long as I have you, I have nothing to worry about... Besides I'm confident in where he might have flied off..."

The rest of your sentence was a blur as Charlie widened his eyes and his heart literally stopped at what you said. Yes, he was the one who actually said it but to hear your crush also agree on it...

You just said the sweetest thing possible to him and he... called you his mate.

Tonk was his mate, not you! What the hell was wrong with him?!

"It's rather sweet what you said about Charlie, Y/N but one, stop being all lovey-dovey since some of us are single," she walked away while groaning, leaving you two behind blushing madly as she soon turned back and looked over at her shoulder with a cheeky smile.

"And two, please have a date already after we catch Squawk. I have a bet going on with Andre and I intend to win it, if possible." With that, she left you two to yourself and went inside as you looked at Charlie nervously for him to say something, anything.

And even if his heart threatened to get out of his chest at how close you two were, he smiled and looked into your eyes that reflected all of your emotions.

And it made him blush even more, when he found the clear adoration in there.

"Should we get started then?" He extended his hand out shakily and smiled when you grabbed it thightly and made him run after you with a happy laugh, thinking to yourself as you both ran.

Unaware of how he was watching your hair dance in the wind.

He is lucky he is cute, or else I wouldn't be running after him...

Everyone was left shocked at how stupidly oblivious their older brother, whom they all loved and even idolized, could be. A silence settled after you finished the story and you anxiously looked at them since... they were just looking at you with open mouths, even Percy wasn't saying anything except gulping down the chips he was eating.

But soon, Ginny's screech cut the silence perfectly.

"Wait... MY BROTHER REALLY CALLED YOU 'MATE'?! Ughhh, boys are so stupid..." she rested her back against the table with a hmph, crossing her arms in front of her chest angrily. If the situation wasn't comedic, you could have pinched her cheeks and agree with her, even if you were dating that oblivious and stupid boy that was her brother.

"How many boys have you ever seen, Ginny?" Ron pushed her shoulder, in a way quite offended as she sticked her tongue out.

"I live with 6 of them, I think it's enough!"

"Pretending that our sister didn't just roast all of us," George pointedly said as he slowly pushed the two youngests away with a sheepish look, and looked at you with a smirk.

"Our brother really called his crush 'mate' huh? Interesting..." he rubbed his chin as if he had a long beard which made you snort and nod at him.

They were so going to use this against him.

"Yeah, he did. And according to our friends, he banged his head at every possible surface whenever he remembered that but... it was kind of cute, how he lost track of what he says around me." You cutely said, a stupid smile over your face as the boys made a disgusted face while Ginny let out an awe. You slapped the back of their heads softly as you snickered. "Don't make that face now! I will see you when you fall in love~"

"Wait, wait! Was there a confession? Was it romantic or stupid as he first acted with you?" Ginny suddenly asked excitedly, bouncing up and down with a wide smile as she hugged her legs closer to herself, waiting for your answer.

"Ughh girls and their obsession over romance..." Ron groaned, making a face as if he was disgusted but you knew deep down that he was also into them, especially the one you had with his brother.

He would rather die than accept it though.

"Well, there definetly was some, Ginny. But... At first it was just us complaining about the other to our best friends."

Your chest felt heavy remembering Rowan, how you two used to stay up late while giggling to yourselves. It was mostly them, making fun of you as you blushed and hid yourself under your pillow after you confessed your crush to them.

But what are best friends for? Making fun of you when you need their help, and then offer their biggest one.

"I don't even know what's going anymore, Rowan! I just can't get Charlie out of my mind, every time I look at him, my stomach feels weird, I start to sweat and my heart feels like it's gonna burst out and scream... That bitch and him making me feel like that."

Rowan giggled as she patted your back while you vented, offering their comfort while you laid over their lap. You were trully sick, sick of feeling like this, because deep down, you knew the reason.

You knew why it all happened around Charlie but refused to acknowledge them.

There was a difference between knowing and accepting it, right?

"And... And as if it's not enough, I saw him half-naked!" Rowan choked on the air as they looked down at you in fright.

"You didn't start big, right?!"

"What the hell?! No, of course not! Look at me Rowan! Do you see me as that kind of person? If I was, I wouldn't be patheatically venting to my best friend!"

You got up from their lap as Rowan nodded, saying a fair point, and watched you plop down sadly before you crawled next to them and put your head on their shoulder. Rowan knew what was exactly coming and sighed as they pulled one of the napkin from their nightsand and offered it to you with an "are you serious?" look.

"He was... just so hot, Rowan."

" I know, it's normal for you to say that."

"I can't believe I fell for a dragon boy, whose only interest would be them."

Now that got their attention. Because, there was no way in hell you didn't realize the obvious favouritism he had for you... Right?

But by the patheatic pouting on your face, yes you didn't realize a thing.

"You really don't realize, do you?" They chuckled amused as they pat your head while they fixed their glasses. You lifted your head curiously and frowned at their question. "Realize what?"

"Charlie literally only talks to you about his favourite things, you included, and you listen to him talk for hours about dragons. He gives you the Snitch whenever he catches it when you come to his matches, which is usually always, and even gave you his sweater when you were cold... THE Weasley sweater, if I may add. Everyone knows he and Bill cares about it a lot, Charlie more than Bill."

As they talked, every single interaction passed through your eyes.

Even the ones no one really knew about.

The picnics near the Black Lake, hanging out after curfew, exploring the castle together...

Watching the stars together as you rambled about them, not realizing how close you two were suddenly. His wood and pine smell, a result of him always hanging out in the forest, suddenly filling your insides as your flowery yet quite light and neutral smell dazed Charlie and made him lean down closer to your lips... Them being apart by just mere inches as you both felt the other's breath, a craving, a lust and want so deep that it made you both almost tumble down and dive deep in the feelings...

You were down bad.

"And then he falls asleep on you, you fall asleep on him, you read to him, you always bring something for him from back home and he blushes every time you do that, he brings you his mother's cookies that she made for you, under his request and begs... Friends to lovers trope at its best really."

"Rowan..."

"Hmm?" They turned their head to you after they stopped listing everything, hearing your disturbed and anxious voice brought them back to the moment and- Holy shit, were you scared?

"Y/N? Are you oka-"

"I'm in love with Charlie." You said breathless but it seemed Rowan didn't quite catch the heavy meaning of your words.

"Oh well, congrats for realiz- Wait, not even like?! Like love love?

A shy nod of confirmation, and then a happy squeal.

"Oh My Merlin, I'm so happy for you! Now, you just need to say it to him-and no trust me, he feels the same, if not even more! There is no giving up for us now!"

"Then of course, he confessed to me... After making me cry because I had a crush on him-" you shrugged your shoulders noncholantly after you told them how you came to conclusion that you loved Charlie, and at that point, they were all so invested in your story that they didn't realize their brother standing at the corner and watching, listening to them with both a stupid and sorry look.

A/N: You may read my other work "First Date Shenanigans" for some referances.

Until that is, Fred understood the end of your sentence first and an angry scowl came to his face, making him look scarier.

"HE MADE YOU CRY?! THAT FRICKING TWAT, PERCY BRING THE BAT-"

"ON IT!"

"NO, FRED, DON'T-It was a misunderstanding!" You stopped them hurriedly as Percy immediately stood up and almost made a run for it, both young boys looking at you with wide eyes as they slowly blinked.

"What? How could there be a misunderstanding?"

"I wasn't very open with who my crush was," you shyly smiled and helped them sit back down, chuckling at their cuteness and how protective they were of you.

It made you feel... like a part of the family.

"Since everyone was suddenly so interested in my love life, which was a result of them knowing your brother's big crush on me, I never told anything about who he was."

"Yeah, we remember that Snape Accident... Douchebag."

"Ginevra Weasley, language!" Both you and her giggled as he came closer to you and laid her head on your thigh, your hand finding her ginger hair as you slowly started making a little braid.

"Soooo... What did he do when he learnt you had a crush on 'someone else'?" Ron emphasised pointedly with his fingers and waited for an answer, with a look he hoped that didn't give his big curiosity.

"Well, before that happened, he literally offered to duel me to take my mind off things... Now, I'm thinking that he did it for himself."

"Look, I know we will chat, but what will we chat about? What if we run out of things to say? What if we can't find something to talk about?" You anxiously looked at Charlie and Tonks, who was there to help you out with your date and couldn't help but get even more nervous after Tonks asked what you would do with him.

You never thought about that one.

What were you supposed to talk with Charlie, who was unaware that he was helping you with your crush who was actually him, so that you wouldn't ridicule yourself?

That is, if he accepted of course... Which was a low chance.

Seeing you spiralling into anxiety made Charlie sighed annoyed at his friend and turned to her with a pointed look. "See what you did, Tonks? Asking all those questions..."

" What? I was trying to help!" He shook his head at her innocent exclaim and gripped the bridge of his nose.

"Don't let your nerves get to you, love. Fight them off by... I don't know... Duelling one of us?" Charlie was already having a hard time looking at you, knowing that you liked someone else and was wondering what to do for a boy that definetly didn't deserve you, your love and attention at all.

Should he come after you to see the boy and later jinx him? Perhaps not... But he wanted to.

"That... would be good, Charlie. I'd like to duel you though, if you are not scared~" you teased him softly as your heart skipped a beat at his surprised wide eyes.

But unknown to you, Charlie was grateful that you didn't have any powers such as super hearing.

"Okay... But I won't make it easy..." he winked and looked at you through his lashes, possibly looking at you like that for the last time. He hoped he didn't look stupid, since Bill told him that flirting was definetly not his strongest feature, but by the snicker of Tonks...

Yes, he made himself a stupid.

"I think he went easy on me..." was what left your mouth after the session ended, rubbing your neck awkwardly but feeling refreshed. Charlie looked at you fondly for a second as he chuckled at your pouting face, shaking his head.

"No, I didn't..."

It wasn't that he would rather take Crucio than to see you get hurt...

"Yes, you did! I watched the whole time!" Tonk exclaimed cheekily with wiggling her brows as Charlie pushed her away from himself, already feeling himself blush again.

"%90 per cent of the time he was with you, it seems our brother only blushed..." Ron mumbled disappointedly, wondering how a boy like him could be rendered to a blushing, shy mess.

"MY BROTHER WAS SHY?! CHARLIE?! Are we talking about the same boy who reeks confidence in almost everything he does?"

"Well, Ginny darling, whether you believe it or not, he was really shy and couldn't look into my eyes after our first kiss. It even made me feel bad as if I pushed him but... Later I learnt why!"

"Then why was it?"

"You would know when you grow up..."

You couldn't just tell them that their brother thought about snogging you every chance he gets, from the moment he kissed you.

It would taint their precious innocence... Though you were starting to think that there was none.

"Just know that he turned it around very soon, and he was the confident boy he was in a few days."

Before you two dated, Charlie's hand always itched as if he wanted to touch you. And he did, he wanted that more than anything. Talking to you, praising you or even touching your hand simply seemed hard for him.

But as soon as you accepted him, all the things he wanted to do with you was easy. He kissed your cheek every day, called you his lover without a care, he touched you and hugged you freely as his longing finally was erased.

So, in short, a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Even though you were the one who stopped them in the end.

He would always kiss you in front of people, not afraid of showing his love( definetly not because he knew some certain people liked you) and he would say, "What a good way to start my morning..." breathless as he stared at you with soft and loving eyes. He didn't care much about public attention or what others would say that much anyways.

To him, showing you his love was the least of the things he could do.

Especially when you never made him feel like an oddball, defended him even when he wasn't there, whenever he came to you to get help treating his injuries, you slept with him, cuddled with him, always beamed at him at the first sight of him walking to you, supported his dreams just as he always supported you and loved him unconditionally.

But he couldn't lie... All his affections were also to see your blushing face and embrassed face as you tried to look at anything but him, especially in the early days.

Remembering all the happy times you had with him, and all the times you had to get treat his wound after one of his "funny adventures" made you giddy all so suddenly. Because they were real, you weren't dreaming about them again, you actually went with it and was now currently sitting with his family, bonding together to prepare the biggest achievement of your life: Get back at Charlie for all the times he teased you restlessly.

But... Why not add Bill into this as well? He also took great happiness from watching it.

"But Charlie wasn't the only one I had power over. There were even days I made Bill do what I want him to do!"

"Really? Our brother? Like what?" Now all of their heads were turned to you, their eyes wide with excitement as the same cheeky smile before pulled up your lips.

"Yes, such as putting up decorations, preparing the Great Hall for the Celestial Ball and help me find a-"

"HE HELPED WITH THE CELESTIAL BALL?!"

"You are a natural leader, Bill, and I'm tiny compared to you. Inexperienced too. In many ways actually. So, as the good senior you are, I think you should help this cute friend of yours~"

"Okay, fine... Don't think you can rope me to hang the decorations though. I'll help you, and my job will be done."

Spoiler alert, it actually wasn't the end of his job.

"But even if he was the one who often helped us around with our problems, I would like to think that I too helped him on some ways.

Such as the time he stood up to Emily Tyler in the Ball.

"I realized I made a mistake...Would you like to give us another chance, Bill?"

Please say no, please say no, you are not that stupid Bill...

" Emily..." Bill said as he walked closer to her and stood before her, her batting lashes at him as he looked down at her. Meanwhile you were behind him, a mouth hang open in shock. Out of all the ways you wanted him to man up and face her, this wasn't what you planned.

"No way in the fucking hell..."

" Even if you were the last witch on the world, it wouldn't happen. You have been too rude to my friends, my best friend, and my brother and to me."

"Okay, that was impressive really..."

Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother and pushed them away, turning to you with her wide eyes as she wanted to hear the "love part" of your story with her brother.

"Was there a time Charlie saved you? From anyone?"

"Hmm... He often protected and defended me against Merula-"

"Oh, that bitch-"

"GEORGE WEASLEY!"

I swear Molly somehow always hear us... Maybe it's mum ears?

"Hello, Charlie! What are you doing here? It's not the class time yet?" He turned to look at you in surprise as his hands clasped behind his back and he greeted you back, perhaps a little bit more enthusiastic than he wanted.

"You know me, love, when I'm not playing Quidditch or bickering with Bill, I'm out exploring... And I can ask you the same, what are you doing here?" Your heart fluttered at the term of endearment he used, flushing a bit as you giggled at him. He leant over the boxes that held food for the creatures, trying to be all cool but he was anything but "cool".

Because, today would be the day, he was so sure of it! He would ask you out on a date, ace it with flying colors and finally have you to himself, all to love and kiss!

" If it isn't the two losers of Hogwarts..."

But not all plans went according to plan.

Charlie, hearing Merula's venomous voice, pulled you behind him as he stood before her, blocking you from her. He knew how you can kick asses, you did on him many times, and he also knew you always won against Merula and she was angry about that too. Merula, contrary to popular belief, wasn't that bad.

She was bad just... Not that much.

But still, he couldn't let her either do something to you or ruin his day by stopping him from asking you out.

" What do you want Merula?"

"Why do you even care, Charlie? I thought she hated me? She probably came here to insult me again."

"You're right. I don't care what you think most of the time, Y/L/N." At her usual snarky comment, you just rolled your eyes at her and turned to look at Charlie. Your eyes widened at how thight his jaw was and how his eyes could actually throw fire at her if that was possible, and a sudden burst of love and want threatened you to turn into a puddle at his protective side.

" I don't want to argue with you right now, Merula... Let's go somewhere else Charlie."

Suddenly, as if your words lightened a bulb in her mind, Merula gripped your wrist thightly, making you slightly wince as you turned around with angry eyes. "Where do you think you are going when you are talking to me?"

"The hell is your problem? Get the hell away from them!" Charlie pushed Merula away from you, making her stumble back in shock at seeing the Charlie Weasley who was ever the kind boy turn aggressive when someone threatened... you.

She chuckled at noticing what everyone has been talking about for the past few months.

Charlie Weasley was never like this, never raised a hand, never used his wand to fight another student....

Maybe, she could change that.

"Oh, Charlie Weasley, the shadow of his brother coming to rescue the day... It must be hard going to Hogwarts at the same time as your older brother... Watching him take over the stage, always be the talk,"

He scoffed at her obvious attempt of setting him off, but Charlie knew her and he wasn't about to get into her trap.

Her sharp eyes soon turned to you with a smirk. "Not that Y/L/N would know anything about that. Their brother is missing, probably dead."

But bringing you into this? That was her first mistake.

And also the biggest one.

Her words hurt, remembering all the suffering you had beared, all the while having to hear all the insults people threw at your dear brother...

But you couldn't show her that her words affected you, you just... couldn't.

But Charlie? Oh, hell no... He was going to make her pay for what she said, for hurting you.

"You never quit, do you, Merula? Why are you so angry at them after all these years anyways? Why are you still lashing out at someone who never did something?"

"If you are really the best witch at Hogwarts, why do you feel threatened by them? Why worry about what they are doing?"

Merula was shocked at the amount of anger Charlie had put in his words, backing her until she was far away from where you were. You were stuck on where you were for a second, your mind being unable to catch up to what was happening. But as soon as you did, you ran after Charlie and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Charlie, it's not worth it. Let go-"

"Careful with the words, Weasley or else-"

"You, be careful with your words, Merula. I won't have you insulting my... friend. Don't get me started on your family issues if you want?"

Telling all of your story to them had been fun, it certainly made you appreciate your time with him and then his family. They were all eagerly listening while Molly and Arthur stayed behind and watched their kids silently listen to you, obediently, without making a voice or doing anything.

"We need to make them come over more often." said Molly with jolly yet slightly tearful eyes. Seeing her kids so happy and well made her emotional, just like it would do to many mothers.

Arthur hugged her closer and nodded, definetly not having any problems with you being around more. "I agree, dear. They fit in well... And I'll have a new artefact in my hands soon, I'm sure they will like it!"

In the end, after everyone was finally gathered around the living room, you seated yourself next to Charlie and hugged his arm closer to yourself, your chin on his shoulder as his warmth almost lulled you to sleep. He was dead tired, and also flustered from earlier. Apart from de-gnoming the whole garden with Bill, he came inside to look for you and how you were doing since you were so anxious before coming here.

But instead was met with you telling your story to his siblings with clear adoration and even he stayed to listen to you and your captivating voice as his heart swelled with love and pride.

"I loved listening to you talk about us... to my siblings. It was lovely." He muttered softly to you, not caring if his family heard him or not.

"Even if they use it against you?" You mumbled into his shoulder sleepily, lifting your head slowly to look at his shining eyes. He chuckled at seeing your usual teasing eyes even if you were tired after talking all day.

He knew his siblings after all, they must have asked a lot of questions.

"Yeah, even if they do that... It made me reminisce about the past years, and seeing you so cozy and happy with them... I just feel so happy, so lucky to have you." He brought a finger to your cheek as he slowly rubbed it, smiling when you nuzzled closer to him.

Normally, it wasn't like him to be so carefree with PDA but right now, he really didn't care. He might feel insecure from time to time, which happened seldomly, but as he sat with you next to him, thighs touching each other as your hand clutched his arm thightly, he knew he had nothing to worry about.

Even if he was blushing and his heart pounded at your sleepy face.

Because he never thought he would actually fall in love, he never thought his life would go to that part. He never imagined himself with a partner, going all the adventures with them. All his life, he thought he would stay single and had to tolerate his mother complain about his choice and beg him to find a partner.

But now?

He had his person, the one for him right between his arms.

"Do you think we will be in love forever?"

"I'll stay for as long as you need, Charlie... Being there and loving you."

And if that didn't prove his point, his previous talk with Bill in the garden and her mother bringing the famous "Weasley Sweater" did.

His mother didn't knit one for everyone after all.

"About my comment earlier... How did the ring shopping go?"

"Surprisingly well, brother... I think I found the ring." He pat his pocket two times to show his point and Bill smiled in a brotherly way and hugged him thightly, proudly.

In two years, there would be another addition to the huge Weasley family.

#charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #charlie weasley imagine #charley weasley #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #SUMMER CELEBRATION 🏖 #hogwarts mystery x reader #hogwarts mystery imagine #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery charlie weasley

[pixiekwixie]

The Observation - 1

➺ Miguel O'Hara x Reader || Mature, 18+

➺ Summary - In which Miguel struggles to keep his hands and eyes off his lab assistant.

- Next chapter

➺ warnings - slow burn(?), kissing/making out(?), lot sexual tension, story night be long sorry, some choking, some biting, masturbating (nipple play, fingering, dildo usage, anal play, double orgasm), mentions of breeding

➺ words - 3.7k

➺ notes: i had to get this off my chest, there will be 2 more parts to this, i hope you guys enjoy it. this is also cross-posted to (depending on where you're reading this) tumblr, and ao3; let me know what you guys think; might also write some wholesome sunshine x moody stuff in the future if it works out :)

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"Hey" a voice said from the corner. Startled, you whip your head back to find Jessica caressing her tummy as she sat down on a chair, making herself quite at home. She was a couple of months along now and, by the looks of it, very comfortable in her pajamas.

"Jess, it's not safe for you and the baby...." you sigh, looking back at your computer to resume your work. Jessica urged you to take a break, to sit down and have a conversation but you only shrugged it off by mentioning you were almost done.

"You know, I'd thought you'd hate working here" she watched your back, waiting for a reaction. "There's a lot of wonderful technology here that my Earth doesn't have..." you trail off, focusing more on the work in front of you. You were so close to the end, and although Jess was wonderful, you just wanted to finish things before relaxing.

"I meant, I thought you'd hate working for Miguel"

You looked back at her with furrowed brows, pausing your work, she knew what made you tick and used that to her advantage. Miguel was your boss and there was nothing to hate except his attitude. Sometimes you couldn't stand him, but the combination of advanced technology, your own space, and a mini fridge- definitely outweighed any of his moodiness. It took a lot of convincing for you to join, and had you known he was this broody you probably wouldn't have joined.

At the beginning, you were stubborn on joining the Spider Society because you had thought it was a pity invite, given that you felt you were more intelligent than agile. Although you admit your body was pretty strong and durable- it was only because your parents had enrolled you in a strenuous amount of classes that ranged from dance to karate- and even cooking. The classes had helped with getting into a good college that allowed you to pursue your dream career, but you never sought out anything besides yoga.

When you got bitten by a radioactive Black Widow you thought it was the end of your story, that your years of classes and college were coming to an end, eventually you realized that you weren't actually dying. And as time went on you started to see the new things you could do, and you embraced them. You were excited, you began practicing moves and spent a lot of time learning how to use your webs properly. You felt like you could become a hero, save lives, and become a beacon of hope for your city.

After some rough events that left you feeling depressed, you decided that becoming a hero was no longer something you could pursue. You felt upset about your own decision for days, you felt useless doing nothing but you felt the same way doing something. The life of a hero felt emotionally, and physically, taxing on yourself and the people around you. With time you managed to overcome the guilt and began to understand that there were different ways save people.

Your new path was to be promoted at the Alchemax company in your world- they were good, you had deemed it so after hearing what they had done in other Earths. Eventually you wanted to lead a research department that could help hospitals, and homeless, worldwide.

Even though the current path was similar to that of a superhero, you still felt an immense guilt in your chest. You thought that your powers were a miracle that should be used, but you couldn't, it's not what you wanted anymore and if you went back now- it would only make things worse.

Miguel had spent many months sending Jessica to your dimension to convince you to join the Spider Society. Every time you gave a different reason to reject the offer, feeling as though you wouldn't bring much value to the team.

It only took the man himself showing up at your apartment, on a Tuesday at 3 am, for you to join. He explained thoroughly why he wanted you, although crude, you felt recognized for something other than your powers. It felt like he provided the missing reassurance you needed, you joined.

"He leaves me alone for the most part, the only interactions we have is him sending me emails, and me going to his 'office' to give him his drugs for the week," you let out a soft laugh, you had to admit, was very handsome under all of the stress, responsibility and arrogance. Despite his handsome looks, you still thought he was an asshole that needed to comprehend people better.

"He's demanding though, and... AND rude" rising from you chair, you scrunch your nose and walk to the coffee machine. There's only so much water could do for your nerves if you continued to speak about Miguel's attitude, as of recent it had been worse and you had no idea why. You tried to understand but he'd only shut you out and demand you leave him alone.

"He just want things to go accordingly for the multiverse... even if he's a little-"

"Harsh? Come on, he basically called me useless the other day because I misread the number seven- SEVEN" you raise your voice while adding stuff to your coffee. Holding the sugar container in one hand with a tight grip, it made you upset that he wasn't considerate of his words. You had worked hard to prove he could trust you, and that he hadn't made the wrong choice but his attitude made it hard to work with him.

"That's why I've been late on my reports, ideas, paperwork AND his serum. He needs to learn to respect people, especially me, who makes sure he doesn't go apeshit" Jessica raised an eyebrow at your statement, sure you could be late on paperwork but, being late to give him his liquid gold? The thing he needed to not lash out on his instincts? The thing that helped him keep his powers? She almost thought it was cruel, but she knew you felt stressed and didn't want to make it worst by making you feel bad.

"That sounds cruel but I promise it's not-"

Before Jessica could reply, a deeper voice spoke.

"Oh yeah? Let's talk about that"

It was Miguel and your heard started to pound faster, your hand gripped your coffee cup tight in hope that he hadn't heard what you said. Your nerves grew as you looked around and watched him emerge from a corner, his suit glowing bright with every step, even the way he walked spoke volume about his attitude.

Sure, you had problems with him but you sure as hell were not telling him about them, it's the last thing you needed. He had practically built this place from the ground up and could see everything that everyone was doing if he wanted to- even you, sometimes it creeped you but at this moment it felt erotic.

"Miguel she's stressed she probably didn't mean it, give her a break" Jess watched his back at he made his way towards you, "This isn't about you Jess" he spoke with a quick glance at her, her face dropped to a stoic expression that scared you and it wasn't even directed towards you.

"Miguel" you groan as you watched him walk towards you, hands on his hips as his eyes narrowed at you through his mask.

"I need to talk with you" he leaned down a little to your level, the eyes on his mask narrowed to mirror his face under it. Was he really that mad at what you had said? It's not like he hasn't said worse, except he usually doesn't feel bad about it.

Something about his proximity made you hot despite the growing tension, but it wasn't the nerves anymore, you suddenly felt hyper aware of everything around you but it all slowly led down to the man I front of you, something about him made you feel this way, something smelled so good and it was coming from him, was he wearing some type of cologne? What was so different?

"S-Seriously, you could at least tell me beforehan-"

"You wanna explain to me why-"

"Oh wow, I have to go to the gyno" Jess said abruptly while slowly getting up from her chair. You and Miguel turn to her with confused looks at the sudden declare but her eyes held the same expression as before.

She raised her hand to stop you from saying anything.

"I'm not gonna stick around for an argument, you two need to figure it out" she spoke with a look to Miguel. With a brief smile towards you she walked out the doors that shut behind her and the tension in the air became more obvious as the two of you were left alone.

"I give you one job, and it's to follow my formula, but instead you decide to be unprofessional and talk about me behind my back" Miguel's brows knit together as he looked down at you with glowing red eyes. You tried speak but nothing came out, not because you were intimidated, but because you felt your chest heave with heat at the sight of his crimson eyes.

Closing your eyes you take a deep breath to center yourself and shake off the feeling of imploding heat that was blossoming at your core. Looking back at him you found him pacing round while he muttered things in Spanish that made your tummy churn, pushing your feelings aside you take a deep breathe to center yourself.

Was this a hormonal imbalance?

"Why does it bother you so much this time? I told you 2 weeks ago I was backed up with stuff on my earth and that your-" You were abruptly interrupted with the speedy sight of him in front of you, his eyes were darker and held an intense look like he was analyzing your every feature. He was so close you could feel his breathing tickle the skin of your cheeks, it made the heat blossom inside of you again.

"I've been trying to hold it together and you think it's a game?" He seethed, inching closer until you could practically brush your nose against his, your heart pounded at the notion he was merely inches from being able to kiss you. Forgetting the coffee in your hand you attempt to raise a hand to his cheek but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist with a fast motion, the grip was tight but not hurtful. With a small wince you look up at him again only to see dark look wash over his features, were his eyes more vibrant now?

"Don't," he snarled, not breaking contact with your eyes. Why did you find his anger so attractive? There was something behind that look in his eyes that was pulling you in, the more you stood together the more your body felt attracted to him, so much so that you were starting to feel turned on with your walls pulsed in an erratic way that needed him.

Why the fuck is this happening?

"Y/n" he whispered in a way that made your back shiver, you noticed his eyes look relaxed and rather dazed like he was hot under his suit. Could he be feeling the same way as you? Did he want you as well?

"Y-Yes?" your voice was shaky, breathy, and basically pleading for him for him to do something.

His face slowly leaned down into yours, turning to the side only to brush his lips softly against yours w. Your eyes widened, you could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

Moving against your lips slowly he lowered your wrist to the table behind you. The same hand he used now held your hip steadily as the kiss grew deeper, heavier, and wetter. His tongue prodded your lips and with a small squeeze to your hip you allowed for his tongue to explore your mouth.

Your head felt hazy, and your core pulsed more than before in anticipation. Pulling away from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting you both, you bat your eyelashes up at him with the hope that things progress into something more intimate.

His breathing was rapid yet heavy, and his eyes were full of lust and want with the way you looked up at him. His grip on your hip tightened as his eyelids drooped to admire the saliva on your lip that threatened to fall, before it could drip down to your chin he smashed his lips onto yours- licking the saliva into his own mouth.

His tongue lapped at your lips, and pushed through to feel every crevice within your mouth. With shaky hands you place your arms around his neck as you let him do whatever he pleased, weaving your fingertips into his hair you tug on them a bit which only earned a deep groan from him.

Pulling back from you, he stared intently into your eyes before abruptly wrapping a hand around your throat and applying pressure to the sides. Your eyes closed and your core pulsed repeatedly at the tightness of his hands around your neck, moaning softly into his face you open your eyes to find a droplet of sweat on his forehead.

"You like that, hm? Princesa?" He whispered into your ear, a whiny moan escaped your throat at the feelings of his lips on your ear, using the hand on your neck he maneuvered your face to the side- leaving your neck exposed to him.

You could feel your nipples were fully erect as they pressed uncomfortably against the material of your bra. Opening your eyes, you look down at him only see an intense, and hungry look on his face. Keeping his eyes locked onto yours he pressed his lips onto the delicate skin of your neck, planting small kisses that burnt onto your flesh in a savory manner that made your core gush with arousal.

"M-Miguel..." you mutter as you close your eyes to bask in the pleasure of his lips on your skin, tightening the grip on your throat he bit onto your neck unexpectedly. Gasping at the bite, your fingers held tightly at the hand he had wrapped around your neck- using it to stabilize yourself as he started sucking at your neck, the way his lips enveloped your skin and his tongue worked against you felt like he was trying to feed himself off you.

His actions came to a stop, the hand on your neck had gone too and you opened your eyes to be greeted by an empty view of your lab filled with bright-lit screens and papers scattered. Just like it was before Miguel appeared. Lifting your hand up to your neck you feel the marks of his teeth along with the saliva on your neck that left a warm spot at the touch. In a moment of heat and desperation you bring those fingers to your mouth and suck on them, he was gone for now and and the only trace you had of him was the remnants of his mouth n your neck. Sucking and licking the tips of your fingers making sure to intake any trace there was of him, moaning into your fingers you suck the tips before pulling them out and imagining they were his.

You were still in a hazy view of want and need for him, it would be hard to forget this moment if you saw him again. With blouse and slowly sat down on the floor, holding your chest with both hands you try to slow down your breathing.

"Where did you go..." you whisper to yourself as a pang of sadness hit your chest at the thought he left during a moment where you weren't arguing for once. It had all felt so good but to you, it would've felt better if he had stayed.

Calming down and regulating your breath you realized you would have to see him tomorrow to give him his dose for the next week. You didn't know if you wanted to see again after leaving you just like that.

You hated him for leaving you like that without a trace but you hated that you wanted so much more than just a couple nips to the neck.

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Back in your universe, you were laid in bed watching TV as you thought about the events of earlier, the things he whispered into your ear, the way he touched you, the way his lips felt on your neck and the tight embrace he held around your neck.

Throwing the blankets off you head off your dresser where your dildo was. You had never really used it before as you were always busy with work but today was different, there was a man that awoke something inside of you that had laid dormant. And that man was your boss, Miguel.

Kicking your bottoms off you lie down on your bed again and spread your legs open letting cool air hit your nether lips in a tantalizing way. Discarding the dildo to the side, you bring one of your hands down to your pussy, rubbing in an upwards motion that spread the wetness up to your clit. Groaning at the sensation you rub your erect clit in a slow circular motion, the feeling alone had you throwing your head back with a breathy moan.

You drew your legs up and in until it was just your core fully exposed to the atmosphere of your room, circling your clit faster you used your other hand to lift up your shirt and and rub at your nipples with a feathery touch. The simultaneous stimulation made you moan as you felt your walls clench fast, you had been so desperate to relieve yourself that you could cum at any moment.

Pulling and twisting your nipples you start going faster, your breathing becoming more erratic and you could feel the coil in your abdomen start to come undone but before you could finish you stopped. Your pussy quivered at the denial as your chest hiccupped from the intensity of being so close to the end, it felt like your entire body was spasming and dripping with heat from the denial.

You throw your shirt off quickly and lie back down to spread yourself open again. Rubbing your fingers up and down with a moan you slowly insert two fingers inside of your wet warm walls that quivered around the length of your digits. Pumping your fingers in and out slowly you moan at the idea of his fingers being the ones inside you filling up your throbbing pussy. Hooking your finger in a little you lift you back from the bed at the sensation of your softest spot, pumping in particularly hard at an angle that made you pussy drip more liquid gold onto your sheets.

Your walls pulsed erratically around your fingers as you sped up, your mouth contorting into an 'o' as you felt yourself growing closer. Bringing your other hand down to rub your clit at the same pace you moaned his name as you continued to imagine it was him driving his fingers into your wet hole.

"F-Fuck M-Miguel-" your clit quivered and the coil in your belly came undone, your insides gripped onto your digits harder trying to prevent them from leaving, your body secreting juices that trickled down your anus and sheets.

Pulling your fingers out reluctantly you slide them down to your anus and circle the rim in a slow teasing manner that aroused you again. Pushing a finger inside your eyes fluttered at the pressure- you began to pump in and out in a very slow motion using the wetness from before that made it easier to move in and out.

With your other hand you rub the head of the dildo on your clit in a fast circular motion, hooking the finger in your ass you pumped faster while your clit quivered into a second orgasm. The walls of your ass started to clench as your finger brushed on the soft spot that sent shockwaves to your pussy. You started panting heavily as your pussy and ass throbbed simultaneously, getting closer towards being tipped over the edge you went faster, until your pussy started dripping onto the sheets again.

Pulling the finger out of your ass with a small pop, you grab the dildo and line up the tip with your dripping hole, you felt anxious and excited to be filled up with something thicker than your digits. You slowly ease the tip in, and with a loud moan you began to push the rest of the length inside of you until it fit snuggly in your walls.

"Miguel... fuck me p-please..." you whined as your pulled the dildo all the way out only to smack it back in, pumping in and out with a steady speed where length brushed against every itch within your walls that needed to be filled. Your started getting faster as you thought about him pumping himself inside of your pussy to breed you and use you for his own pleasure.

Your tummy churned as you started to near the edge again, the images of him bent over you driving his cock inside of you, filling you with his cum and knocking you up was enough to to send you over the edge. You slowly rode out your orgasm with the image of him painting your insides full of his seed and filling you up until you were dripping onto the sheets. Coming down to a stop you sighed as you body shook at the intensity, no one had ever made you so wet just by thinking about them.

Your body ached and yearned for him, it was truly strange as you had never felt this way for anyone before. Miguel was different and something about him had set your body ablaze in a way you couldn't stop.

"How the fuck am I going to face him tomorrow..."

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#miguel #miguel ohara #fanfic #across the spiderverse #spider man #spider man 2099 #jessica drew #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #smut #spider man 2099 x reader #spiderverse #marvel

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Contingent.

Commissioner by the very lovely @pale-horse-writing.

Pairing: Yandere!Warrior!OC x Reader.

Word Count: 3.5k.

TW: Dub/Con, AMAB!Reader, Mentions of Blood + Gore, Obsessive Behavior, Codependent Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Past Trauma, and Possessiveness.

He returned from the battlefield only minutes before sunset, bathed in golden light and backed by the crimson sky. From a distance, you could almost trick yourself into believing you didn’t recognize him, that you didn’t know why a masked man carrying enough weaponry to supply the better part of a legion would be approaching your ramshackle home, but you weary mind was not so yet exhausted as to slip so easily into such pleasant delusions. Maybe, one day, you’d be able to find that escape, to allow yourself a world without such gruesome rituals, but for now, you didn’t have the time to be so optimistic, so hopeful.

For now, you had to entertain Hidemasa – lest he find himself craving pastimes less wholesome than vying for your favor.

Today was a worse day than most to be so closely tethered to reality. Even from the stone steps of your cabin, you could see the fruits of his labor, make out the scarlet blood dripping from his blade and splattered across his bare chest. A jagged cut had been carved into his right cheek, visible above the grinning mouth of his wooden mask, but you saw no other injuries save for the bruises and scrapes he brought on himself with his relentless training. Even the cut, as ugly as it looked, had probably been his doing; either a blow taken deliberately or his own work, committed with the shattered sword of a fallen enemy when he realized the battle had left him unscathed. He was many things – brutal, manic, unyielding – but Hidemasa had never been exceedingly strategic. To him, injuries were tokens that could be traded in for your attention. The idea that there would be a wound you couldn’t bandage was as foreign as that of an opponent he could afford to leave alive – something that scared and worried you in equal measures.

With a sigh, you shut your eyes and stood, an age-old injury protesting from somewhere deep within the scar tissue of your side. As you fought to ignore the pulsing ache, a pair of well-toned arms found their way around your waist, lifting you off the ground entirely and hauling you against Hidemasa’s broad chest. Thankfully, he remembered himself before you had to correct him, placing you back onto your own feet as delicately as a man the size of a mountain with the strength to match could. Still, his hands remained on your hips, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck, then the dip of your shoulder as he slotted himself against you. You could only be grateful exposure had left you numb to his constant affection.

Carved wood grated roughly against your skin. With no small amount of hesitation, you brought a hand up and raked your fingers through his long, untamed hair – tangled and matted with gore after such a long fight. You tugged, and with only a slight groan by way of protest, he raised his head, blinking curiously. “I saw the size of their encampment. Were there any survivors?��

There was a delay before his answer, and you reminded yourself to be patient. Speaking was still relatively new to Hidemasa. A well-forged weapon had no need to respond to its commands. “There weren’t.”

“This is not a matter you can take lightly. Warriors traveling in such great numbers might be here on behalf of the shogun, and a single survivor could bring—”

“There were no survivors.” His voice was gruff, his tone clipped, and yet, he practically keened into your palm, more than happy to melt into your touch. “Have I done something to upset you, master?”

It was a question asked with complete sincerity, his earnestness alone enough to lodge a tight knot of guilt in the back of your throat. You pulled away from him quickly, taking a step back. “Never, ‘masa.”  You paused, nodded towards the two straw baskets sitting by the door to your cabin. Fruit and vegetation spilled over the sides of each in excess. Personal trinkets had been nestled among the bare necessities, and you saw Hidemasa‘s on a palm-sized plush rabbit before flickering back to you. There was no doubt in your mind that it‘d be added to his ever-growing collection before the night ended. “A group of women from the village wanted to show you their appreciation for staving off the newest wave of invaders. Can you take them inside?”

You watched as he stiffened, cocking his head to the side. “You…” Speech was still new to Hidemasa, you repeated to yourself. He did not have the necessary training to disguise negative emotions so easily. Even if he’d been a better liar, the way his eyes dipped to your exposed chest would’ve given him away. “You spoke to the villagers? Alone?”

“They came while I was fetching water. We only passed each other briefly.” You, on the other hand, were a skilled liar. It would’ve been hard not to be, when Hidemasa provided so many opportunities for practice. Before he could linger on the subject, you beckoned him inside. “If I must, I’ll recite the encounter to you in its entirety later on. Right now, you need to bathe - I won’t have you tracking filth through our home.”

At the mention of ‘our’ home, he immediately softened, any jealous outburst delayed in favor of following after you like an overgrown lapdog. The overflowing baskets were lifted without a trace of effort and carried to your meager kitchen while you found your way to the back porch, where a carpenter had been kind enough to build you an outdoor onsen after Hidemasa saved his family’s farm from a group of pillagers. Your routine was well-defined, and you played your part dutifully – filling the stone basin and igniting the small stack of coal and kindling that laid underneath. Hidemasa didn’t mind the cold, but he’d be unbearable if you caught so much as a chill.

He appeared as you finished, already undressed and, for the most part, unarmed. With a quick glance to you and a nod by way of permission, he collapsed into the basin. Water sloshed over the stone walls, and you took your place behind him, running a comb through his now-damp hair.  He let out a satisfied groan, shutting his eyes and settling into place. “Heard there was going to be a festival in town tomorrow,” he muttered as you worked, barely audible. “Wanna go with you, to celebrate.”

You frowned. Handling Hidemasa was a balancing act. He was tolerated so long as he protected the village from greedy warlords and roaming samari, and you were tolerated so long as you were able to keep him in-line; a task easier said than done, considering his own strength had surpassed your own long before you’d ever met him. The fact that he had such a gentle demeanor only complicated things. Trying to read his expression was useless when he could strike down a hundred men without ever letting his smile falter. He didn’t have a taste for civilian blood, but he didn’t have to. A single misstep around you, and every man, woman, and child in the village would be cut down within the hour.

With a hum, you set down the comb and began to braid his hair with a rushed sort of swiftness. “What are we celebrating, exactly?”  

“Our anniversary.” He glanced over his shoulder, a slight grin painted across his lips. “It’ll have been five years since the day we met, come sunrise.”

You tugged the final strand into place. “I’d hardly think that’s something worth remembering. It took three weeks before I could believe you wouldn’t die in your sleep.”

“It was the happiest day of my life,” he countered, his tone one of dream-like wonder. “It was the day I fell in love with you.”

Something large and sharp lodged itself in the pit of your stomach. Another sigh, another moment taken to gather your composure before you pushed yourself to your feet and found your way to the edge of the basin. You took a few seconds to reevaluate his injuries (or lack thereof), but again, found only the cut on his cheek. You didn’t think before raising your hand to it, dragging your thumb underneath the thin line of tattered skin. “You were barely alive. You would’ve fallen in love with whoever filled your stomach and gave you a place to sleep.”

“Which is why I’m so happy that it was you.” His grin widened as he melted into your palm. “You loved me too, right? I know you do now, but—” His smile took on a shy lilt. “—did you love me back then?”

It was a familiar question, one he asked as often as he could afford to, and you gave a familiar answer. “Of course.” You leaned toward him, letting your lips ghost over the top of his head and lingering there. “How could I not grow to love such a devoted student?”

He didn’t laugh, this time, but purr – the sound reverberating from somewhere deep in his chest. Before you could draw back, an arm caught you by the wrist and dragged you into the scalding water, into his lap. Out of instinct, you made a weak attempt to straighten yourself, to pull away from him, but your pride crumbled quickly under Hidemasa’s strength and, with only a thin scowl and a half-hearted glare by way of protest, you settled against him, his chest against yours and his face once again buried in the side of your neck. Without his mask to act as a barrier, he was free to latch onto you, his teeth gazing over the curve of your throat before he found the target of his harsh affection: the tender patch of flesh underneath your jugular vein. His canines pierced vulnerable skin without resistance, and he groaned as fresh blood washed over his tongue, as he lapped over the fresh puncture marks as if in apology. Again, you fought the temptation to push him away, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as his fell to your waist, then lower – his calloused fingertips digging into your ass through the now-soaked material of your yukata.

With his face buried in the dip of your shoulder, he rutted into the knee that’d fallen between his legs, his agonizingly stiff cock grinding against your thigh. You’d been fortunate enough not to notice his arousal before being pulled into his lap, but you could only imagine he’d been hard long before he’d gotten into the water. Since he got home, if not from the moment he departed from you that morning – his head full of thoughts of victory and his body already aching for the reward he’d come to expect from you. Distantly, you heard him whine, saw a dark flush begin to spread over his pale cheeks, and for a moment, you could almost believe that this was not the bruised, battered, half-staved boy you’d taken in, but someone else entirely. For a moment, you could almost believe that a monster had crept into the home in the dead of night and taken away your poor student, leaving only this unsatiable beast of a man in its wake. For a moment, you could almost believe that you didn’t truly hate Hidemasa, but only pitied the creature he’d become.

Then, one of his hands fell that much lower – gazing over your hip before curling around your limp cock, and once again, you were freed from such juvenile delusions.

“Need you,” he muttered against your shoulder, beginning to pump his fist over your shaft in stunted, hasty movements. You weren’t hard, let alone excited, but if Hidemasa could tell the difference between his eagerness and your suppressed dread, if he minded the pained look that came across your expression as your cock begin to pulse against his palm, then it would’ve been impossible to tell. As always, he was more than happy to do the work himself, to grind the heel of his palm into your base and swipe the pad of his thumb over your tip until you were leaking in his vice-grip. His technique was sloppy, his pace prone to waning whenever his attention drifted to nipping at your throat or nuzzling into your chest, but he knew your body well. It was almost endearing, his clumsy passion, how whole-heartedly he devoted himself to your pleasure. It might’ve been, had you been more willing to endure that pleasure.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day.” A hitched breath, his cock jutting against your thigh. “I never wanna be that far from you again. Thought I might—” He drew back, allowing just enough distance between your body and his to slip an arm between you. There was a moment of relief, then a renewed pressure as he took his cock up along with yours, pumping his fist over both in tandem. His gaze softened, and your skin began to crawl. “Feels like I can’t breathe when I don’t know where you are. Think my heart might stop beating if I ever have to be away from you for that long, again.”

His pace grew more erratic, this grip tightening to a nearly painful degree. You winced, moved to tell him to be more careful, but a ragged groan cut you off as his mouth crashed into yours. Kissing, too, was an art he’d never taken the time to perfect, despite all the time he’d put aside to practice it. His tongue forced its way past your teeth as his lips moved against yours, teeth clashing against teeth as he did his best to suffocate you, to leave you entirely pliable under his touch. He wouldn’t. As far as you could tell, his greatest desire was not unrestrained pleasure, but mutual pleasure – for you to be as obsessed with him as he was with you. If something were to happen to you, if you told him to stop and truly meant it, he would. You had to believe that he would.

Not that you would ever get a chance to try. Hidemasa had not been taught to endure rejection, and he sought your approval so relentlessly - you could only imagine what your refusal would do to him. You could only imagine what his anger would do to you, after that kind of—

His hand flexed around your cock and for a blissful moment, your thought blurred and distorted before blotting out completely. Moaning into Hidemasa’s mouth, you came into his hand and, although he’d only received half the stimulation, he did the same – the evidence of his satisfaction splattering messily against your stomach. You would’ve been content to sit in the lingering pleasure, to let the aftershocks fade with his body pressed against yours, but Hidemasa was less lethargic; winding an arm around your waist and hauling himself upward. The basin was forgotten entirely, and with a clumsy haste, he carried you into your home, into the bedroom you shared with him. You were laid unceremoniously onto your unfurled futon with another messy kiss, another hitched whimper that seemed to fall from Hidemasa’s lips in fractured pieces. Hands that you’d seen crush skulls and split open rib cages came to rest on either side of your head, and for a moment, he hovered above you, dark eyes boring into your skin, kiss-bruised lips ever so slightly parted. For a moment, all you could picture was the blood on his chest, the battlefield’s worth of bodies the villagers would be burning long into the night.

Your hand found its way back to his cheek. You shouldn’t have asked, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself – the question slipping out before you could so much as attempt to swallow it back. “Does it ever bother you?” His head lulled to the side inquisitively. “What we ask you to do, I mean. I know it’s gruesome work.”

His answer was delayed, and you ran your thumb over his cheek by way of encouragement. “I don’t like anything that takes me away from you,” he admitted, eventually. “If I could, I’d like to fight by your side again, but that’s—” His gaze fell to the scarring stitched into your side, and he shook his head. “Sometimes, I think it’d be better just to get rid of everyone else – everyone but me or you. That way, there wouldn’t be anyone left to fight, and we could always be together.”

You weren’t surprised. You couldn’t be, not he’d always worn his twisted heart on his sleeve. “That’s a rather callous solution.”

“Oh.” For the first time since his return, his lips quirked downward. “I’m sorry, should I… should I have said something else?”

He remained steady, but his voice shook, his hands curling into fists on either side of you. Of course, you rushed to comfort him and of course, he embraced your sympathy with enthusiasm – allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, to draw him that much closer to you. “No, ‘masa, of course not – I shouldn’t have asked at all.” It was your turn to kiss him, now, although your affection was much more delicate than his own. You stopped yourself from pulling away until you were breathless and he was distracted, his concentration once again centered on rutting his cock (still hard, still leaking, you noted with more than a drop of despair) against your thigh. You couldn’t help but laugh, the noise more weary than amused. Still, it didn’t seem to make a difference to Hidemasa. “Do you want to take care of me, tonight?”

This time, there was no hesitation, his immediate answer coming in the form of an eager nod, an abrupt desire to paw at your clothes. Your sash gave out with a single tug and the damp material of your yukata was shoved aside; disregarded in favor of leaving you completely and entirely exposed. You let your head roll back, your eyes fall shut, but Hidemasa was far more proactive – straddling your waist as he aligned your cock with his entrance. There was only a moment of solace, of anticipation, and then, you were fully sheathed inside of him.

You’d tried alternatives, before, when Hidemasa was younger and you had yet to fully grasp the weight of your responsibilities. You thought it might be a more passive role, that you might just be able to close your eyes and allow it to pass over, but Hidemasa’s size made that impossible; even after hours of preparation, a single thrust had been enough to leave tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you begged him to pull out. You’d been unable to walk the next day, but this – his body on top of yours, your cock buried inside of him, the walls of his tight canal clenching around your length – was hardly better, only slightly less overwhelming than the feeling of him tearing you open had been. His back arched as the head of your cock brushed against something soft and sensitive inside of him, knocking his braid loose and leaving you trapped within an impenetrable curtain of pitch-black hair that smothered the world around you, swallowed everything that wasn’t Hidemasa, Hidemasa, Hidemasa. “Been thinking, and—” His breath hitched, and he rolled his hips, immediately falling into a steady but unrelenting pattern of rising and falling, grinding and rutting. “—I wanna marry you, master.”

For the first time in months, you felt your blood run cold. You only barely managed to stop yourself from shaking your head, from letting your revulsion show. It was a useless precaution – in his fervor, you doubted he would’ve noticed if you’d screamed, doubted he was capable of acknowledging anything save for the feeling of your cock fucking into him, of your nails biting into his scalp as your hands shot to his hair. “…think it’d be nice just to be able to call you my husband.” he went on, voice airy and concentration clearly elsewhere. You felt him clamp down around you and drew back sharply, only for Hidemasa to catch your wrist, to press your limp hand against his cheek, against the proof of his devotion to you. “Think it’d be nice to hear you call me your wife.”

“No, ‘masa, that’s not—” You were cut off by a ragged whine from Hidemasa, his hands soon braced against your hips as he started to ride you properly. The pleasure was rough and invasive, that sudden spark of heat enough to turn your body unbearably hot, and whatever you might’ve said was lost to the pure heat that coursed through your form. He’d caught you off-guard, last time, but you could feel him dragging you toward your second climax, see it on the horizon despite your best efforts to hold out for that much longer, to spare yourself the guilt of coming undone so easily for your former student. He was relentless, though, determined to split himself open on your cock, never happy unless you were buried as deeply inside of him as was humanly possible. He was warm, and tight, and you couldn’t stop your hip from snapping against his ass; your eyes clamping shut and your body going stiff as you came undone inside of him. Hidemasa wasn’t far behind you, his hand wrapping around his cock and pumping once, twice before you felt something thick and searing crash onto your stomach, your chest. You didn’t let yourself look at the damage, you didn’t let yourself look at him – letting your head roll to the side and keeping your eyes shut, even as you felt him shift, even as he leaned over you, your cum leaking out of his ask and spilling onto your thighs.

His tone was so light, his voice so innocent, you could almost believe it was a question posed out of love rather than obsession.

Almost.

“We’ll always be together, right, master?”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t have to.

There was only ever one answer you could give, when it came to Hidemasa.

“Of course.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere warrior #yanderecore #yancore

[mojo-chojo]

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[woozten-x]

#. 𝘼𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 | 𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Context: When dating, you’ve noticed many habits and cherished the many memories with your boyfriend; you recall every single one, your love for them growing stronger by the many moments shared with them. (NCT DREAM EDITION)

─ Genre: Tooth-rotting FLUFF, lots of wholesome moments of just them being ur boyfriend, Headcanons

─ Length: 7 bullet points!

❒ a/n: been in a headrot about established relationships and overall wholesome/romantic headcanons for the dreamies!! OMG by NewJeans really helped me get in the zone with these headcanons, oh lord i am sick!! i am lovesick!

!! Mark .

We all know he’s a music lover and he has a dedicated playlist for you, every song in that playlist reminds him of you! Every time Mark feels lonely, he would be listening to it; the melody of every song bringing you closer to him, no matter the distance

LOVES talking about you even when you aren’t there - literally brings you up in every conversation whenever something reminds him of you; everyone around Mark (who know you or not) is always learning something about you

Whenever he is working/composing music, he is always giving you a snippet of the project because he just can’t contain his passion for music; as Mark’s lover, he is making you experience the very same passion he puts in every piece of music he works on

Willing to drop everything or anything he’s doing at the very moment whenever you call his name; Mark doesn’t care, he is always looking at you or looking at the direction of your voice like a lovesick puppy

For some reason, he enjoys placing his snapbacks/beanies on your head; Mark just loves seeing you in his hats, finding it adorable whenever the hat is a bit too big for you

Makes you feel like a grade A comedian because he is always giggling or laughing with you; please save him, Mark’s lungs are working 10x harder after meeting you

Whenever you are talking, his eyes are pleading towards you with every drop of attention laid on you; sometimes, he would randomly utter out “Cute.” because you have Mark in a trance with your beauty

!! Renjun .

Everytime he draws, he likes to draw things that remind him of you or just anything that may be of your liking (tbh you like everything he draws); Renjun loves showing you his drawings/paintings and he loves every compliment coming from your lips the most

Definitely doodles on your skin with paint because he refuses to use markers that may stain or hurt your skin; the sensation of the brush is bringing you to a serene place, he is always smiling whenever he sees you dozing off with a sheepish smile on your face

Whenever you get teased by the other members, Renjun is always stepping in to defend you; he is your knight in shining armor, willing to let his rated E hands do the talking if necessary

Usually, Renjun can be quite sarcastic with the others when tested enough but his patience is endless when it comes with you; your attention means so much to him, he is willing to take any for his own greedy heart

Has a habit of combing his fingers through your hair, the small affectionate gesture conveying the amount of admiration he has for you; whenever his fingers get tangled in your hair and tugs, he apologizes quickly and kisses the top of your head as assurance

LOVES cuddling with you in bed with those glowing star stickers on the ceiling or galaxy projectors; he just loves holding you close to him underneath those artificial stars, telling you sweet nothings while drifting along the made-up galaxy the two of you created

Has set reminders/alarms to remind you of taking your medication/vitamins everyday; even when he’s out busy with whatever schedule, Renjun is making time to send a text to show how much he cares for you

!! Jeno .

Willing to stay up with you, whether you are working or just not tired, he is accompanying you for hours; even when Jeno is exhausted or is on phone with you, he is staying awake with you to spend every second of his day with you

When you face him, speaking to him about anything, he is listening but sometimes he gets distracted; randomly, Jeno is placing a hand on your cheek and caressing your soft skin with eyes blinded by the love for you

LOVES approaching you when you least expect it, leaning close to your face with a playful grin plastered on his face; Jeno is always planting a kiss on your cheek, nose or lips whenever he gets the chance to surprise you

He’s a gamer and we all know he has those headsets that practically cancels out all noise surrounding him; but, Jeno always keeps it lower than usual and always sacrifices his own game to give his undivided attention to you whenever you call him

Risking his back to carry you around on his back or straining his arms to carry you in his arms, reassuring you whenever you feel fearful of hurting him; Jeno is your prince charming, striving to take you anywhere regardless of your worries

Purposely leaves his hoodies, shirts and sweaters for you to have and he acts clueless whenever you ask if he wants it back; seeing you in his clothes makes him smile, crescent moons adoring you while saying “That looks good on you.” every single time

Playfully sticks out his arm for you to interlock with whenever the two of you walk together or are walking side by side; Jeno letting you know that he is by your side always and making the two of you inseparable, as he can never think a moment without you

!! Haechan .

The type to tease you, but you literally carved a spot in his heart that he can’t resist pouting or apologizing instantly whenever you get annoyed; Haechan loves getting a kick of these things, but it backfires as he ends up being the kicked puppy in the end

Shares his screen whenever he is playing games or you are sitting next to him watching, your head resting on his shoulder; Haechan loves to call you his lucky charm for winning games and show off his skills to hold the “Best Gamer Boyfriend” title

Your biggest supporter! He is always hyping you up, willing to show you off like a diamond on a ring; Haechan is the light burning every insecurity you carry, always boasting about you at any given opportunity

LOVES hugging you in whatever situation - back hugs, regular hugs, side hugs…Just anything related to hugs in general; Haechan is your personal teddy bear, clinging onto you until the very end with his addictive warmth enveloping you

Cheesy pickup lines? Suggestive jokes? Poetic words to describe his love for you? He is saying anything whenever he is with you; Haechan has no filter, completely infatuated with you, his own brain barely catching up with the words spilling out of his mouth

Likes to re-enact scenes with you or remembering the lines to have you swooning from some romantic movie he watched; due to realistic circumstances, Haechan is always laughing with you with an aching stomach and a fluttering heart

When you ignore him a bit too long, he gently grasps your chin with a feather-like touch; Haechan meets your eyes, basking in your attention for a brief moment before pulling away with a smirk as a way to have you yearning for him, also

!! Jaemin .

A smile grows on his face every time you look at him, speak to him, kiss him - just anything in general; his gaze is softening every time, Jaemin would also softly tell you “You are beautiful.” randomly to remind you of the beauty he cherishes most in life

Takes random photos of you, whether you are paying attention or not, he is your own personal photographer; Jaemin definitely has a folder of photos dedicated to you, sometimes scrolling through whenever he misses you or to show you off

Cooks and feeds you! He definitely calls you ‘Jaemin’s baby~’ or ‘My baby~’ in endearment while feeding you; you are Jaemin’s number one! Willing to spoil you rotten with his acts of services

LOVES to pinch your cheeks together, saying his iconic ‘Aigoo~’ whenever you look at him with your cheeks pinched together; Jaemin is smiling fondly at you, littering your faces with warm kisses causing you to giggle every time

Send voice messages to remind you to eat and stay hydrated! He is also sending you photos with a message attached saying - ‘looks pretty, but you are prettier though’; Jaemin always find time to take care of his number one

Always energetic around you and he is practically glowing when spending time with you; Jaemin never has any boring moments with you, always in high spirits whenever you enter the room or text/call him - you are his most treasured happiness!

When cuddling, he loves to pull you close to him and lean in to nuzzle the tip of his nose with yours; Jaemin is always so gentle with you during these moments, the world is currently in his grasp and he is always admiring it with a never ending fondness for you

!! Chenle .

Never letting you leave bed, no matter your protests or whatever important is going in his/your schedule; Chenle can be real clingy, especially when sleepy and he is not taking no as an answer towards the comfortable warmth you provide him

Random photos and videos of Daegal, always referring the cute dog as ‘Our daughter’ whenever he talks about her; Chenle is willing to be a father for any of your pets also, even if its a cat

Spams you of photos or videos he’s seen on social media, you basically receive ‘Boyfriend homework’; would sometimes feel betrayed whenever you ignore his messages, Chenle would sulk until you react to his spam of messages

LOVES dragging his fingertips along your arm or hand, mindlessly tracing your soft skin while he is on his phone or listening to you ramble; Chenle always conveys his devotion to you, letting you know he is there whenever you need him

Shuts you up with a kiss or unexpectedly kisses you; Chenle would defensively say he got bored or he just misses you, the adorable smile adorning his face makes you forgive him easily

He would play basketball with you, purposely losing to see you excited about winning; Chenle also gives you a kiss before or after a game against the other members, against your lips he says ‘Cheer for me’ or ‘Thank you for cheering for me’

Play wrestles with you on the bed or couch and always ask for a kiss whenever he wins; seeing you smile and laugh makes Chenle feel refreshed, his own heart overwhelmed by the feelings he felt when falling for you the first time

!! Jisung .

Sends good morning and good night voice messages, his voice always deep with drowsiness and saying he will see you later in the day or the next day; recording his voice is easier for Jisung, he just loves to start and end his day with his attention on you

Plays games with you, mainly the laidback games like Minecraft, Roblox or other games couples play; he is always so patient with you, at times Jisung loves showing off his skills to impress you of his abilities

Shyly pokes you or tugs on your clothes/sleeve whenever he wants your attention, the big baby pouting whenever he feels a teensy bit jealous; Jisung is quite greedy, always wanting to be in your spotlight and be the reason for your happiness

LOVES holding your hand and playing with your fingers, sometimes he just likes tracing the lines on your palm; this small gesture of affection is subtle, but it comforts Jisung knowing you are his only

Is always by your side helping you clean/cook, despite lacking some knowledge in some departments - he is aiding you and doing his very best to lessen the burden for you; Jisung is reliable, wanting you to lean on him when you get busy!

Blushes and gets all flustered whenever you compliment him about his dancing or singing/rapping; Jisung’s own confidence is skyrocketing every single time, but his bashfulness is something he can never hide each time

When he’s out and sees something that reminds him of you, he is going great lengths to obtain it; Jisung even has his hyungs help him (which they do help), willing to give you the most precious diamonds to his special person aka you

#nct dream #NCT #nct mark #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct jeno #nct chenle #nct jisung #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #mark lee #na jaemin #lee jeno #lee haechan #park jisung #zhong chenle #NCT Dream Scenarios #nct fluff #nct headcanons

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

do you write dad!leon hcn?? have a great day!💕

This is my first time writing headcanons so I hope this is what you are looking for! If you want a specific age for the kid, feel free to specify and I can try to go into more detail!

Dad Leon is so wholesome honestly. I imagine he has a son for sure, and he definitely asked you if they could name their son after the officer that saved him when he was a kid. (I’m imagining like a John or James.) (James Marvin Kennedy, yes I made myself cry with that one)

Jumping back in time to pregnancy, Leon was obsessed with feeling your stomach, especially once the baby started kicking. He also loved talking to your belly.

I feel like he’d be one of those dad’s who’d kiss you before he leaves, then lean down and kisses your stomach, saying I love you and goodbye to both of you ❤️

Leon definitely feels like he isn’t there enough, missing things like birthdays and firsts. Even missed James’ first steps. (He definitely teared up when you show him the video you managed to get)

With lots of reassurance though, he eventually realizes he can either feel bad about the moments he missed, or he can enjoy the moments he is there for. (He’s choosing the second one)

When James is old enough to talk, his first word is “shit”, cause he heard Leon say it. (That was a fun one to explain to you)

The first Halloween where James was old enough to pick his own costume, he said he was gonna be a superhero. He walked out in a black tee shirt and black cargo pants.

“That doesn’t look like Spiderman.”

“Spider-Man’s not a real superhero. But you are. So I’m you.” (Yes I took this from Criminal Minds)

*he needed a minute so he didn’t burst into tears right then and there*

Super protective of his family obviously. Any little bump in the night and he is up, loaded gun between his hands, scanning every inch with practiced ease.

Once James is in school, he is definitely a nervous wreck. Constantly worried about whether something could happen at the school, he annoyed the shit out of James’ teacher, asking tons of unnecessary questions during any parent-teacher thing.

Leon eventually slows down the amount of missions he goes on, not wanting to miss too much time with his family.

If you want to have another, you bet your ass he is all for it. (I headcanon that he has a SEVERE breeding kink, so the idea of putting more babies in you? Y-E-S.)

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil fanfiction #Leon headcanons #dad Leon

[concreteparasite]

okay sorry for even asking or feel free to ignore this but me and my friend have spent hours talking about Double and we shared a single neuron for a moment and thought the same exact thing at the same exact time... DILF DOUBLE.

Which is something horrible to think about considering he doesn't even care about The Players wellbeing and just wants them by his side and nothing more, he wouldn't like at ALL to share but just bare with me for a minute, im dying over here for some Double content and think about an AU where Double went to therapy (no amount of therapy is going to save this man 😭) , never left his career as a future Architect and him and the player never left each other's sides, him having a kid with the player and he uses his power to cheat when playing hide and seek with his child. im ill. im on the verge of death. at this point im just yapping but either way i love as insane as he is, i just want him to be having a healthy and really meaningful interest on the player, not in the way he loves,,,,,,,,but in the way cheesy movies show what “love” is UGGERRGGGHHHHGGG i love the trope of the insane childhood friend love interest, u CANT do this to me

I see your "Wholesome DILF Double" AU and I raise you a: "I can make him worse, villain lord DILF Double" AU 😏

Btw despite how shitty Double is, he wouldn't be a completely uncaring father..... maybe just a kinda deranged one.

"So... a kid in your class took your toy, and you didn't fight back? You're grounded until I see one of their teeth."

#binary star hero #bshvn #binary star hero vn #binarystarhero #bsh #binarystarherovn #yanderevn #visual novel #yandere #datingsim

[spaceyaceface]

Hi this is me officially begging for some Ominis x reader blurb/fic ideas, please I want to write for him

Ominis finds out that MC hasn't been healing their wounds because they feel bad about hurting others (not intentionally, just the whole Ranrok situation and they feel that everything is their fault).

Ominis finds out by realising that MC has been acting strange and tries to stop them to talk, but they don't want to and try to get away, so he catches their wrist and MC hisses in pain, so he takes their arm in his hand to see what's wrong and why it hurt MC and feels countless cuts and wounds.

MC feels embarrassed and bad, so they try to get away, but his hold on them is firm.

Ominis asks what it is (the wounds) and they try to brush it off, but he's persistent.

Eventually Ominis explains to them how it's not their fault and makes them drink some Wiggenweld potions and helps them bandage the wounds (and it gets very cute and fluffy and wholesome).

So yeah, something like that if you want to ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

AHHHH we love us some good ole angst/hurt/comfort/fluff :) thanks so much for the request! If I'm honest, I got a bit carried away with this one, it was sort of therapeutic to write this sort of comfort. I hope I did it justice!

Ominis Gaunt x gn!Reader/MC

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Injuries (minor), guilt, self-destructive tendencies, overall just kinda heavy so watch out for that (but ends with some good fluff)

The sleeves of your robe brushed against your skin—even that light amount of pressure made you wince. But you pushed away the pain, instead focusing on the candle in front of you, blasting out a precise Confringo to just light the wick. The movement caused more brushing against your arms—it made the bruises in your side ache, too. That didn’t stop you from turning to the next candle, unleashing the spell once again.

Sebastian had been right about Confringo—it was a great spell. Wonderful for letting some of the fire inside out.

You knew you should leave the Undercroft soon, but the place had become a safe haven just like it was for the ones who showed it to you. Here, no one gave their condolences for Professor Figg. No one asked for more favors you simply couldn’t refuse. No one praised you for the destruction you had caused. It didn’t matter if all of it had resulted in saving Hogwarts, or the whole world, for that matter. Causing death and pain took a toll on one’s soul, even in self defense.

You sucked in a sharp breath as a twist of your arm pull a scratch the wrong way—you cursed quietly, not bothering to check if it was bleeding again or not. It didn’t matter to you.

To say you were avoiding people was an understatement. You took every opportunity to be alone you could find, skipping classes and meals, telling friends you had plans, running “errands” in the Highlands. You’d venture into the darker parts of the forest, daring any creature that stood in your way to challenge you. You always came out on top—but you always came home a bit more battered and scrapped up. You’d stopped taking potions or dressing your wounds. They didn’t matter to you. The pain didn’t matter. You couldn’t fix the destruction you’ve caused, why should you allow yourself the luxury of fixing yourself?

People had died for you. You didn’t deserve to feel whole.

There was the sound of clanging behind you—the unmistakable cacophony of someone entered the Undercroft. You lower your wand, glancing down quickly to make sure your cuts and scraps were covered. Looking up, you realized it didn’t matter either way as Ominis walked into the room.

He called out your name. “Are you in here?”

He held out his wand. There was no chance he didn’t sense you already. He was just doing you the service of allowing you to announce yourself.

“I’m here, Ominis,” you said.

“Merlin’s beard, it smells like fireworks in here,” he said, coming closer to you. You resisted your instinct to run—whether towards him or away from him, you didn’t know.

Truth was, of all the people you’d been avoiding, you’d missed him the most. He was the one you felt the most guilty lying to before slipping off. You felt like you were betraying the trust he put in you—something you should have honored, because Ominis Gaunt did not trust easily.

“I was just practicing Confringo a bit,” you said.

Ominis sighed, shaking his head. “I long for the day you and Sebastian tire of that spell.”

Silence hung in the air. You should talk to him. Ask how he’s been. Tell him how hopeless you felt. But that voice in the back of your head nagged you to run.

And just as you had at every turn leading up to this point, you listened.

“I should go,” you said. “I haven’t tended to my nifflers yet tonight, they’ll be angry at me.” You turned to leave, walking past him and towards the door.

“Wait a moment,” Ominis said. You stopped in your tracks. If it had been anyone else, you would have kept walking, but there was something about Ominis that made you want to stay. “I… you haven’t been acting yourself, lately. I’m… worried about you.”

You stayed frozen where you stood, pressing your lips together. He took a couple steps closer to you, hesitant, like you were a wild animal.

“Just… got a lot going on,” you said weakly. He was at your shoulder now. You had to escape. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”

You took another step towards the door, but a hand wrapped around your wrist. You gasped as a sharp pain ran through you and you struggled to pull away, stopping when it only caused to sensation to worsen. Ominis’s hand trembled a bit, grip loosening, but not letting go.

“Wh-what was that? What happened?” There was panic in his voice. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Nothing,” you said, trying to catch your breath as the pain dulled again. “Nothing, Ominis, I’m fine, let me—“

But he stepped closer, dragging the sleeve of your robe up with his other hand, fingers tracing softly over the cuts and marks on your arm. His mouth dropped open and you tried with one final tug to free yourself from him, but he held fast.

He said your name softly. “What is this? Tell me.” It was was a demand, gentle but firm. It held a warning in the tone of it—don’t lie to me.

“I just... I needed to let off some steam, so I went to the Forbidden Forest to fight some spiders," you answered. It wasn't a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth.

Ominis sensed this immediately. "So why haven't you healed them yet?"

"Haven't gotten around to it." Your voice was hard, cold, daring him to push you further.

His hand traced up your arm once again, ghosting over the wounds. "Some of these are starting to heal on their own. They're days old--weeks, even."

"Leave it alone, Ominis," you spat back at him.

"I will not leave it alone!" he growled. "How could I not have noticed this? Is this why you've been avoiding everyone?"

"Well I couldn't bloody well go around looking like this, could I?" you said sarcastically.

"Why aren't you taking care of yourself?" Ominis asked, voice raising. "You know better than this, why would you--"

"Because I don't deserve it!" you shouted. Your voice ached with emotion as you continued, trembling. "After everything that's happened--how could I deserve to be well? People have died for me, and I let it happen. How could I let myself carry on after all the pain I've caused? You could never under--"

But you stopped yourself, staring at the hardness that had overtaken Ominis's features. Of course he understood. Perhaps he was the one person who could.

"I dare you to finish that sentence." His voice was low and even. It cut you like a knife.

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered. The anger you felt only seconds ago had dissipated completely. "I wasn't thinking straight. I haven't been for some time now," you admitted.

"No, you bloody well haven't," Ominis said. He finally dropped your wrist, moving to place a hand to the small of your back as he led you to a crate to sit on. "If you had, maybe you would have come to someone who knows a thing or two about this sort of guilt."

He leaned forward, removing the robe from off your shoulders and down your arms before sitting beside you.

"I'm sorry," you said again, softer this time.

He let out a deep sigh, shoulders losing tension as the anger melted off of him. "You need to take care of yourself. Even when it doesn't feel like you should. Do you understand me?" His tone was gentle as held out his hand, face up. You placed your wrist in his palm.

"I-I know. It's just..." You trailed off, eyes closing to hold back tears. There weren't words to explain the tormented feeling twisting inside of you. But Ominis didn't push you to describe it--he knew it all to well already.

"You need to take some Wiggenweld. It's no use arguing--I know you have some with you."

You sighed but obeyed, digging through the pocket of your robes until you found one, uncorking the top and downing it. The sensation was familiar, even if you hadn't felt it in weeks; a slight tingle across your body, intensifying at the places where it healed wounds.

Ominis hummed softly, feeling some of the cuts and scraped vanish under his fingertips. "Some of these are a bit deeper. They'll take some time to heal on their own." He pulled out his wand, pointing it at your arm and saying "Ferula." You watched the bandages wrap around you as he moved to repeat the action on your other arm.

"Any more I should be concerned about?" he asked.

"No," you said honestly. "Those were the worst of them. I'm sure the rest of them were taken care of by the Wiggenweld."

Ominis nodded, sensing you were telling the truth. "I should really take you to Nurse Blainey. But... as long as you let me check on them, I'll be content."

"I suppose I can live with that," you said, offering a small smile.

He gave a huff, but you could tell it was a good natured one. "You better not get any new ones, or so help me I'll force Wiggenweld down your throat."

A true smile graced your face now. "Funny, I've missed your threats."

"If you hadn't been avoiding me, you wouldn't have anything to miss."

You didn't have a response to that. He was right, as he had been with many things that night. He shifted to face you more fully.

"I care about you, deeply. Perhaps... perhaps more deeply than I should." He paused after the admission. "But it doesn't matter to me if you share those feelings. What matters to me as that you take care of yourself, and allow others to help when you don't feel up to doing that task alone."

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He stiffened momentarily, surprised at your forward action. But then he relaxed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "For what it's worth," you said softly. "I do share those feelings. I... I can't promise to be perfect with what you ask of me, at least not right away. But I won't push you away again. I can promise that."

He smiled softly, bringing your hand up to press and soft kiss on the back of it. Your heart fluttered at the gentleness of his lips--after weeks of hardening yourself to everything around you, you found yourself ready to start opening up again.

You leaned your head on Ominis's shoulder and let that night be the first step in the right direction.

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt x mc

[escuellasceramicdollie]

THE RICH GET RICHER // FEED THEM TO THE PIGS ( javier escuella x fem reader )

warnings: hatred turned to love, swearing, use of the word 'bimbo' & insults.

the van der linde gang had many firm beliefs about the sickenly wealthy pigs that roamed freely, waving money in front of the poors nose like teasing a malnourished dog with a bone.

belief number one. the rich are nothing but a crued crew of lobotomised chickens that do nothing but carry out the oh so beloved acts of incest. they're all degenerate inbreds according to the gang.

belief number two. the only reason they are allowed to be in arms reach of all them goods, is for people in need to heartlessly rob and put that money to a purpose instead of flashing it into diamonds, lace and frills.

& you best believe infamous outlaw javier escuella most definitely lived by those two ideologies, especially when you the picture perfect prime example of a spoiled snob was stripped of your wealth due to your father's crippling gambling addiction. therefore showing up on the outskirts of horseshoe overlook pleading for a few cents appeared fitting and a well deserved lesson. however, once you were blessed by the sweetheart stare of karen it was clear that you were granted mercy.

upon your arrival , you were severely disliked by the lot ( minus the ladies as they were bewitched by the last classy gown you owned. ) the men however weren't fooled by your senseless gown or breath-taking beauty , some may name you the daughter of aphrodite but some ( in this case: javier ) did not give a rat's ass about your appearance , solely being focused on survival and nothing else. on some occasions he antagonises you by insulting you as a wealth drunk bimbo and other disgustingly creative insults but that was about the plot of it all.

the dawns of your arrival did not withhold a single trace of productivity ; that was until ms grimshaw used her iron fist in the same strategy you treated your helpless servants before your family name went to shit.

although there must have been an error in the system, since how does an obnoxiously ill mannered ' mortified of manual labour ' lassie transform into a deadly callous outlaw? one word : valentine. & that so called bloodbath that occured was the fuse to your spree of unfortunately heinous actions which benefited the gang a wholesome amount. not only that but also persuaded a certain mexican to apologise for his amiss judgement of your character.

"i just wanted to-" javier began speaking, head down glaring at the burnt grass below him whilst the melodies of the crackling fire harmonised their new camp into a safer setting.

"apologise for calling me a wealth drunk bimbo?" you cut his sentence short, assuming his future words like he assumed your entire embodiment of existence from your past .

"well i was gonna say thank you for leading dutch and the others to a safe rescue out of that shit hole . . but i guess i should apologise aswell, for everything." by the end of his sentence , javier knew all he said was a half assed apology ── at this point he should save himself and plunged into a pit of snakes, hopefully dying of the venom rather than his own humiliation.

you glanced at javier's ashamed frame, wondering if he even holds any thought behind his hickory eyes . that was left to be a mystery as he was not even brave enough to look you right in the eye ── ' where the fuck does dutch discover these pussies? ' you wonder.

"charming." was the only word you utter in return for the lame excuse of an apology , remaining untouchable & staring off into the lannahechee river which now engulfed the freshly built camp.

surely javier recieved what he expected. a cold shoulder was what he deserved but for some reason the lack of attention hooked him to you like the chorus of one of his songs . it only lead him to desire to keep singing those melodies and unravel the bridge and verse of your very own ballad.

#credits to v6que for divider #javier escuella #read dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x you #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fandom

[fizzydrink698]

apartment 3R | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

word-count: 3.6k

genre: college au, artist!hyunjin

warnings: some cursing, excessively shirtless 3racha appearances, honestly this might be one of the most wholesome things i’ve written

summary:

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

Hyunjin texts you at 9:30AM. The message is only two words long, but the emotion contained within it is overwhelming.

Hyunjin: Save. Me.

You snort, abandoning the morning cup of tea in front of you as you text back.

You: are they doing the chicken thing again?

Hyunjin: Bin just put it in a fucking SMOOTHIE. I need to leave. Now.

You: the chicken was cooked, right?

Hyunjin: I don’t care. Please please can you head over now?

Hyunjin: I’m this close to committing murder via blender.

Hyunjin: Think of my future :’(

You check the time, and dutifully start chugging the rest of your tea. When you reach the final dregs sitting at the bottom of the cup, you text back a reply to end his misery.

You: i’ll be there in like twenty minutes. stay safe until then

Hyunjin: You’re the love of my life.

You: yes i am

You: remind me to pick up leaflets on the dangers of salmonella

You: i hear food poisoning is bad for your gains

Hyunjin: Fuck their gains.

You: it sounds like they would if they could

You slide your phone into your back pocket. Stopping only to put your mug in the sink and slide on your most comfortable pair of shoes, you head straight for the front door.

The walk to Hyunjin’s apartment is beautiful. Late summer has brought warm sunshine and the brightest shades of green to the trees that line the streets, almost glowing in their last few weeks before autumn would set in. Part of you longs to detour through the nearby park, where you know the rosebushes will be in bloom, but you keep to the quickest route instead. A good friend chooses to save their friend from whatever meathead jocks he apparently lives with first, and admire the scenery second.

You may or may not slow down near a boutique shop, checking your reflection in the store window. The sudden rush to get to Hyunjin’s meant you didn’t get to add the final touches to your appearance, and you take a moment to adjust slightly – tucking the end of your belt into the belt loop of your jeans, fidgeting with your necklace chain until fell just right across your chest. You had risked wearing a tank-top, gambling on the good weather to continue throughout the day. You always felt so warm when you went on these little trips with Hyunjin, as you navigated through the crowds of tourists.

Maybe you should have worn your boots.

No, that would be stupid. With the amount of walking you’d be doing today, your feet would be aching by the end.

But they really would go with your outfit so well.

And Hyunjin had complimented them when you last wore them, which–

You straighten up, turning sharply on your heel and continuing to walk down the street with purpose. Inside, your stomach flutters a little, and you firmly push the feeling aside. Compliments from Hyunjin do not matter, and you don’t need to think too hard about them.

You also don’t need to think about how this is the first time you get to see his new place.

Because that also doesn’t matter.

Hyunjin has seen your place plenty of times. And you had seen his dorm room multiple times last year, so really what is the difference now? There is no difference, it’s just a new apartment with the same old face living in it.

The same old face that also grew his hair out over the summer. And graduated from simply sending short messages over the dorm floor groupchat to private DMs to long, adorably excited conversations with you over the phone about art to spending almost every weekend hanging out with you.

Same old face. Nothing else to add.

Nothing at all.

Your stomach flutters again, nerves beginning to bubble within you as you draw closer to his apartment building.

It’s a cute building – picturesque, built with old red-brick and has little flowerboxes outside each window. It’s easy to picture Hyunjin living there, gazing out his window and painting in the early morning, descending those stone steps on his way to get coffee from the little café on the corner.

It’s harder to imagine these mystery jocks in the same place. All you can picture is the same copy-and-paste template of a classic gymbro, chugging protein shakes and jogging along the street, grocery bags full of chicken breast swinging from each huge arm.

You stop to double-check the apartment number, and press the right button on the intercom.

It rings. You clear your throat as you wait, shifting your weight to your other foot as you tug your bag strap a little higher up your shoulder.

Then, rather than a voice answering the intercom, you’re met with the loud buzz of the front door unlocking.

You blink, thrown for a moment, but shrug it off quickly. Hyunjin was in a rush to leave, it makes sense that he’d be hurrying you up to the apartment as soon as possible. Honestly, you should have been surprised that he wasn’t waiting on the steps already.

So, you push open the doors to the apartment block, and ascend the steps two at a time. Hyunjin’s apartment must be on the third floor, judging by the number, and you manage to make it up there without too much hassle. You’re only a little out of breath as you knock on the door, your other hand pressed against the wall next to it, supporting your weight as you lean slightly.

There’s a short pause, before you hear footsteps and the scrape of the lock turning.

And then, the door swings open.

You are met with a person who is very much not Hyunjin.

And is very much not wearing a shirt.

You blink, trying to ingest this new information all at once, too floored to even try to back up and give the half-naked guy some space.

He stares back, eyes widening. His mouth parts, as if he’s about to speak, but no words manage to make their way out.

He’s pretty, your brain notes in a daze. Big brown eyes, almost like a Disney Princess.

“…You’re not the delivery guy,” he finally says, still staring.

“Uh...no, not last time I checked?” You reply, just as thrown.

He nods, dimly – and suddenly snaps out of it. You watch the way he starts to flush, pink staining his cheeks. Thanks to his wardrobe choices, or lack thereof, you’ve got a front-row seat to watch the way it travels down his neck, fading slowly until it just barely lingers near his collarbones.

Your eyes flicker back up to his face, only a little guiltily. You clear your throat again, and raise an eyebrow. “Wait, are you usually shirtless for the delivery guy?”

“No,” he says, so defensively that it’s almost definitely a lie. “I – wait, why…who even are you?”

“Hyunjin’s friend,” you reply, straightening up and removing your hand from the wall. “This…this is Hyunjin’s place, right?”

It has to be, unless by some miracle, there are two apartments in this building with shirtless gymbros walking around.

Which…also wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now that you think about it.

The guy’s eyes light up in recognition, as his body relaxes slightly. Suddenly, to your slight confusion, his eyes flicker downwards and back up, as if he’s taking you in from head to toe.

“Wait, that’s you? You’re the one he does the nerdy art shit with?”

You want to take offense at the phrase ‘nerdy art shit’, except that honestly might be the most accurate way to describe what you and Hyunjin do with your weekends.

“Yep.”

His flush suddenly deepens as he realises exactly what he said. “Uh, I didn’t mean…I didn’t mean ‘shit’ like shit, I meant…you know, like stuff.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“And not, like…not ‘nerdy’ in a bad way–”

“I mean, it’s pretty fucking nerdy, I can’t lie,” you say, fighting the urge to smirk at his verbal backspacing.

“Nerdy’s good, you know? I like nerdy,” he clarifies. And then almost chokes as he hurries to add. “But not, like, in a–”

Before he can finish shoving his foot any deeper into his mouth, Hyunjin suddenly appears from behind him, smiling at you with a look of pure relief. “Hey! You’re early!”

“Am I?” You ask, checking the time on your phone. Apparently, the journey had only taken you about twelve minutes and not the twenty that Google Maps had promised. “Huh. I guess I am.”

“I’m just getting all my shit together. While you’re here, actually, I could show you that new easel I thrifted,” Hyunjin says. He then glances at his shirtless roommate, unimpressed. “If this asshole wants to…you know, move anytime soon?”

The roommate, who had been sneaking little looks at you out of the corner of his eye throughout this exchange, suddenly blinks and whips his head towards Hyunjin. “Huh? Oh, right, yeah.”

He shuffles backwards, giving you plenty of space to slip past him.

“I’m Han, by the way,” he says, lifting his hand up in a strange almost-wave.

“Nice to meet you,” you nod back, returning his half-wave before you start following Hyunjin to his room.

His room is at the end of the little hallway, and you can’t hide the way you stare in awe as you step through the door behind in.

It’s so perfectly…Hyunjin. A strange combination of stylishly sleek and wonderfully cosy, from the stark minimalism of the black furnishings to the knickknacks on his shelves to the cluster of photos pinned up above his desk. There was a huge window, stretching almost from the ceiling to the floor, with a perfect view of the tree-lined streets outside. And next to it, complete with canvas and a rough half-finished sketch of a future masterpiece, stood the easel Hyunjin had gushed about for a full half-hour the afternoon he found it in a second-hand store.

“Oh, that easel looks fancy,” you say, smiling as you look over it. You don’t know enough about art supplies themselves to form a more educated opinion, but you can certainly appreciate a cool easel when you see one. “Was it expensive?”

“Nowhere near as expensive as it should have been,” Hyunjin says, with no small delight, turning around to beam at you as he stands next to it. He’s illuminated by the soft morning light from the window, giving him an almost ethereal glow. His hair is loose, dyed back to the dark black it was when you first met him, and frames his face so perfectly.

Not for the first time, you think of how Hyunjin is just as much a work of art as the paintings he raves about.

You realise Hyunjin is speaking again, and try your best to snap out of the daze he’s put you in.

“…And honestly, I almost felt bad about it. But one of the legs was damaged, so they knocked off a little more from the price. Chan helped me fix it up in, like, ten minutes so that wasn’t even a problem. And it doesn’t take up as much space as I thought, I thought I’d have to move the desk over but look! It fits so well. It’s literally the best thing I’ve ever bought in my life. I didn’t even want to touch it for a few days, and I didn’t know what to paint, because I figured the first one had to be special but as soon as I started, it was like…so cool.”

Hyunjin pauses his excited rambling to take a breath, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“It’s pretty cool,” you agree, and your chest warms a little at how wide Hyunjin smiles at your words.

“Yeah. I…” Hyunjin trails off, and begins to look a little sheepish. “I like it a lot. As you can probably tell.”

“Just a little, yeah,” you tease him lightly. “But that’s good. I like seeing you so excited.”

Bashful, Hyunjin laughs a little and steps away from the easel. “Yeah, I…uh, right, just give me a minute to grab my keys and stuff.”

He turns toward his desk, rummaging through the stray pieces of paper, the notebooks, the odd sketching pencil or two. You wander up behind him, wanting a closer look at the photos he has pinned up.

You recognise some of them as Seungmin’s, taken last year when the three of you shared a dorm floor. There’s some artsy-looking pictures of the university campus, mixed in with pictures of Hyunjin and his friends. There are some that Hyunjin must have taken himself, and you recognise one of the faces in the photos as the roommate you just met in the hall. There’s some of a younger Hyunjin, with an arm around his siblings, hugging his mother, beaming as he sits tall and proud on his father’s shoulders.

And you see yourself in a few. More than a few, honestly. There’s one or two from the first year you knew Hyunjin, all of them in group shots. But so many more in the months since you’ve grown closer – photos of you posing by a gallery sign, of you smiling with delight as you feed ducks in a nearby park, candid shots of you looking at exhibits with the slightest furrow of concentration in your brow. One photograph in particular catches your eye – you in profile, sat by what looked to be the living room window of your own apartment, smiling faintly as you stared out through the window at the night-time lights of the city.

“Is that one from my birthday?” You ask, absently – and Hyunjin jolts in front of you, almost dropping the papers he had in his hand. He turns – his arm brushing against your chest – and you only realise then how close you had wandered to look over his shoulder.

You take a step back, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I just saw the…” you gesture vaguely to the photograph behind him.

Hyunjin takes a moment to register what you said, and follows your line of sight to the photo. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I think it was. Yeah, it was after the party. I was trying to help you clean up, and you stopped to show me what the view was like at night.”

“Right,” you say, remembering. You look at the photo, remembering that night. “It’s a great fucking view. Like you can’t tell the difference from the sky and–”

“–and the city, because the lights look like stars,” Hyunjin finishes for you. “Yeah. You were right. It was amazing.”

“Clearly. You took a photo and everything,” you point out.

Hyunjin pauses, and nods. “Yeah.”

The two of you fall silent, a strange quiet settling over the both of you. Your gaze shifts from the photograph to Hyunjin, and you find him already looking at you. Your eyes meet, and for a second, your breath hitches.

It’s quiet. So quiet. And he’s still staring. You can feel your heart starting to pound, as the moment stretches on.

And then Hyunjin clears his throat, and turns back to look through his desk.

Your breath leaves you with a sudden sharp exhale. You feel strange, almost like a weird post-adrenaline crash, as if you’d just jumped from a great height or finished riding a rollercoaster. Your heart is still beating fast.

You swallow, and take another step back to allow some more distance between the two of you. The silence now seems heavy, almost smothering, and you’re eager to break it.

“So, was that the one who put chicken in his smoothie?” You ask, gesturing over your shoulder to the door behind you, and the hallway you had met the roommate in.

Hyunjin glances over at the door, not quite looking at you.

“No, the smoothie one was Changbin,” Hyunjin says, pulling a face at what must be the memory of watching him feed chicken to the blender. “I think he went out for a run. Which is good, because I was about to grab that blender and brain him with it.”

“For making the smoothie?”

“For looking me dead in the eye while he drank the whole thing.”

You can’t help but laugh, just a little bit. Your chest feels lighter because of it, as if your laughter had lifted some kind of weight off of you.  “I think your roommates are a little…”

“Gross?”

“I was going to say ‘odd’, but chicken smoothies do sound pretty gross.”

“They are,” Hyunjin says, voice low with deadly seriousness. “But yeah, you met Han. Changbin is out. And I would introduce you to Chan, but I’m pretty sure he’s wearing even less than Han.”

“Are your roommates just allergic to shirts or something?” You ask.

“Honestly, they might be,” Hyunjin replies, finally grabbing his keys from their hiding place under the flyer for a future gallery exhibition. “That would explain a lot.”

“Not the chicken, though.”

“Nothing could explain the fucking chicken,” Hyunjin mutters. “OK, I’m ready. You want to head out now?”

“Sure,” you reply, and the cheerful tone in your voice is only half-forced. “Let’s go.”

You leave his bedroom first, Hyunjin taking a second to put on his shoes – and you step into the hallway just as Han exits what seems to be the kitchen. He seems to have managed to find  a shirt since you last saw him, but the same cannot be said for the guy behind him – the one that almost collides with Han’s back when he stops at the sight of you.

“Hey,” Han greets, with another wave. “Again.”

“Hi,” you reply, although your attention can’t help but be caught by the guy currently sidling around Han. No shirt, of course, but he was wearing a pair of black sweatpants only loosely tied, low-slung enough that you could see the faintest line starting at his hips that led downwards to–

You force your eyes up, looking very pointedly at the guy’s face and nothing else.

Your brief ogling seems to have gone unnoticed, as the smile the guy gives you is perfectly friendly without even the slightest hint of a smirk. He seems genuinely innocent, even in the current state of his undress. “Oh, you must be Hyunjin’s friend. Hey, I’m Chan.”

You nod, again keeping your eyes fixed on this dude’s face. “Hi, Chan.”

Looking at Chan’s face might be slightly less embarrassingly than just openly staring at the rest of him, but it doesn’t do much to ease your flustered mind. On the contrary, you take note of his dark curls, seemingly damp as if he’d recently taken a shower. And fuck, are those dimples?

“Are you guys off somewhere?” Chan asks, perfectly polite.

“Yeah, that art museum across the city,” Hyunjin says, and you note the slightest hint of impatience in his voice. Was he really that eager to leave?

“Oh, cool,” Chan says, nodding.

You smile. “I mean, I don’t know if ‘cool’ is the word for it, but we have fun. Hyunjin tells me about brush strokes and perspective and artsy stuff, and I tell him about historical context and little biography facts.”

“Oh, so you’re like…” Han trails off, staring. “You’re like…smart-smart.”

You blink, face warming a little at the awe in his words. “Uh, I mean…I–”

“Yes,” Hyunjin affirms for you, and your stomach flutters again. He starts slowly edging towards the front door. “But we should probably start moving, if we want–”

The front door suddenly flies open. You watch, wide-eyed, as someone walks through the door, skin flushed with exhaustion and just the faintest sheen of sweat. He’s broad, clad in a skin-tight black t-shirt and work-out shorts, and the muscles in his arm swell and contract as he lifts one hand up to remove the airpods he’s wearing.

He looks at you, and you–

You just–

Was everyone in this apartment just…exclusively fucking hot? Was it written into the fucking lease?

“Hi,” he greets, slightly breathless from what seems to have been some kind of morning run.

The sound of his voice is enough to make you swallow. “…Hi.”

“Hi,” Hyunjin chimes in, deadpan. “Sorry, we’re literally just about to head out.”

“Oh,” Changbin – because this has to be Changbin, the third housemate, and you can’t believe you can almost forgive the chicken smoothie thing because fuck, those arms – blinks, looking from you to Hyunjin, and then back to you. “OK. Introductions later, I guess?”

“Sure,” you say, trying to seem as calm and composed as you could as you’re forced to brush past him to get through the door.

Hyunjin is right behind you, barely stopping to throw a brief “see you guys later!” over his shoulder before closing the front door.

You wait, still trying to adjust to what just happened in the span of about five minutes, watching Hyunjin lock the door.

“They seemed…nice,” you note, still reeling. You feel like you’re in shock. You can’t be in shock, right? There’s no such thing as ‘hot-guy shock’.

Hyunjin turns, slipping his keys into his pocket. His lips are pressed together into one thin line as he replies. “Mmhm.”

You blink at his response, at the tension in his response. “Is…everything OK?”

“Everything’s fine,” he says quickly, almost convincing. It’s only then that he relaxes a little, and looks at you. “So, art museum?”

“Yes. Coffee first though,” you demand, and begin walking down the hall, away from the apartment. You point an accusing finger at him as you walk. “You made me rush through my tea to get here so soon, so you’re paying.”

“Sounds fair,” Hyunjin sighs, but you don’t miss the way he smiles as he follows close behind you.

#straykidsland #stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin fanfiction #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hwang hyunjin fic #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz #skz x reader #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #skz fic #skz imagines #skz fluff #hyunjin #hyunjin fanfiction #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin x reader #college au #hwang hyunjin x y/n

[hyperfixated-on-cod]

Some Captain Price headcanons bc I’m in a silly goofy mood🤭

Most of this will be NSFW, so MDNI🔞

He will make you the best meal you’ve ever had in your LIFE but he cannot bake to save his damn life. He’s too used to cooking where it’s not a huge deal if measurements are estimated, and he’s stubborn AF, so when you say to him “1 teaspoon means 1 teaspoon,” he’s like “nah that’s just a suggestion” and next thing he knows his cupcakes have exploded in the oven.

If you say you want to go to Home Depot with him, he’ll look at you like a child who just got the present at the top of their Christmas wishlist. He also gets really excited when he sees a “nice looking piece of wood” and doesn’t understand why you’re not equally excited.

HATES war movies but still reads a chaotic amount of military history books.

The only way you are able to get him whimpering for you is if you surprise him at work by hiding under his desk and sucking his cock right then and there while he’s trying so hard to remain productive (albeit, the effort is futile at best).

He is a WHORE for blowjobs in the car, whether he’s actively driving or not.

He will try almost any kink once but one of his favorites is cuckolding (second only to breeding, duh🤪).

Idc what anybody says, bratty doms exist and that’s exactly what John Price is.

If you two are having to spend significant time away from each other (like if he’s on deployment), he’ll send you photos and videos of him jerking off just to tease you. Sound on, looking into the camera while he thinks of you so you can really watch and listen to him cum as if you’re there with him.

Loves when you call him “Captain” or “Sir” while he’s fucking you.

Also a whore for intimacy, sometimes sexual, sometimes not. Anything from slow dancing in the kitchen to Frank Sinatra, to slowly undressing you, to wholesome, passionate, romantic sex.

#cod headcanons #im a simp #captain john price #john price #john price smut #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john price x you #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #cod men #cod smut #codmw2 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #captain price smut #smut #headcanon

[danielfuckingricciardo]

for ur spotify wrapped game: 27 + lance stroll !!🫶🏻

Hi!!! Tysm for the request!

Song 27 - Can’t Help Falling In Love // Elvis Presley

My music taste really is all over the place lol sorry! But I am having thoughts abt this one cos this song is so damn sweet 😭😭😭 Enter wholesome Lance and his anxious gf!

Trigger warning for anxiety and mild panic attack

Vegas. The city of bright lights, parties, gambling and chaos. Even the thought of it gave you hives. No part of it appealed to you, and you were only there because your boyfriend Lance would be racing there in exactly three days time.

So, you sucked it up. You decided you’d try your best to look like you were enjoying yourself, even if the bright lights gave you a headache and the crowds of loud and drunken revellers made you anxious.

You grip Lance’s hand a little tighter as you walk through the lobby of the Bellagio, attempting to smile as what feels like a million cameras flash in your direction.

You knew that it shouldn’t bother you, that it’s just a consequence of dating a celebrity, but it did. You weren’t famous - you were no one. You just happened to meet Lance by chance and, as people do, you fell in love. For some reason that you could not quite understand, that made you worthy of being plastered all over gossip pages, your name smeared all over social media with equal amounts of praise and hate.

The bright flashes and shouts made your body tense up, and, as Lance sensed your stress, he gave your hand a small reassuring squeeze.

“We can go back to the room, if you want?” He asks quietly, and you shake your head.

“No, it’s okay, let’s go,” you respond, putting on a brave face and a smile as the two of you head into the casino together.

Once inside, you breathe a sigh of relief as you realise the casino’s patrons are more interested in gambling away their life’s savings than you. It was comforting, in a strange way, but the bright lights and loud sounds of the machines and roulette wheels didn’t help to calm your already anxious state.

You take a shaky breath in and out and grip Lance’s hand harder as you try and stop the room from spinning. It was all too much, you couldn’t bare it any longer.

“Hey, uh, I changed my mind, can we go?” You whisper, and Lance nods as he guides you back out of the casino and towards the elevators.

Lucky for the two of you, the fans and paparazzi had dissipated, and you no longer had to put on a brave face for the cameras. Instead, you could focus on calming yourself down, with Lance’s hand in yours providing a comfortable grounding to keep you there in the moment and out of your own anxious head.

Once back in your room, you take a seat on the edge of the bed and throw off your heels.

“I’m sorry,” You say, your voice barely above a whisper as Lance looks at you with a soft smile.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” He responds.

Lance kneels down before you and takes your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“It’s all just a little… overwhelming,” You say, and Lance chuckles lightly.

“I know. I’m not a fan of it either. It does get easier, you find ways of coping with it all,” he says, and you smile at him.

“Yeah, I suppose I will. It’s all just so new to me, I guess. You’d be better off dating someone else famous.”

“I don’t want some random celebrity, I want you. You being the way that you are, that’s what made me fall in love with you,” he says, and you gaze into those beautiful dark brown eyes of his, which were full of sincerity and love.

“Damn, you’re good at rizzing up anxious chicks,” you chuckle, and Lance laughs too.

He reaches out to wrap his arms around you in a tight and comforting hug.

“You’re the only ‘anxious chick’ I want to ‘rizz up’ (Y/N)” he chuckles, before pressing a soft kiss to each of your cheeks, and planting a final sweet kiss to your lips.

#lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[blues824]

What about Hashiras x Enid Sinclair! Reader?

Gender-neutral reader, who is a normal citizen and not a demon slayer. Arranged marriage but still in love.

Gyomei Himejima

You both were betrothed to each other at a young age because your family was scared about you not finding a mate due to your inability to ‘wolf-out’. It didn’t matter to the two of you, since you loved each other all the same. He didn’t even mind you not being able to transform as it didn’t make a difference: he was blind, after all.

As his fiance, you would typically be the one to lead him about your estate so he could rest his other senses… other than his hearing. You often talked a lot, and he did not mind it one bit. Of course, you respected his space while he prayed to the gods above, but other than that you were very affectionate with him.

So, the job of a demon slayer is a very gruesome and gory one, especially if you are a Hashira. You, unfortunately, pass out at the sight of blood. He experienced you passing out the first time when he came home to you with blood all over himself. He used his senses to catch you before you hit the floor.

Mitsuri Kanroji

She doesn’t care if you are unable to wolf-out either, she just loves you as you are. To be honest, she really did not like your mother, and we all know that she generally likes everyone. But, since she was one of the Hashira, your family (mother) couldn’t resist the temptation in getting you betrothed to her.

The two of you could go on and on with each other. You loved talking with your fiance, as she did you and it led to many wholesome moments between you both. You were more extroverted than she was, which meant that you often stood up for her in confrontational situations. It was funny because she was supposed to be a courageous Hashira but she acted like a damsel in distress when you were around.

Alright, so you pass out whenever you see something gory. The first time that Mitsuri had to save you from hitting your head on the floor was when her haori had some splotches of blood, and she told you that her mission got bloody. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you dropped to the floor, and the Love Hashira had to act fast or else you might get hurt.

Giyu Tomioka

Honestly, he’s just glad that you can defend yourself with your claws. He doesn’t care if you can’t turn into a full werewolf. Being betrothed to him means that you have a mate even if you didn’t turn into a lycanthrope, so your family/mother at least did something right. However, if you still feel insecure about your inability, he will be there to comfort you to the best of his ability (which isn’t saying much but the man is trying).

You were definitely the more extroverted one, and it at first caused Giyu to become annoyed. But, he grew to love that about you, and he grew to love hearing your voice once he walked into your residence. It made him realize that he wasn’t alone anymore, and that he had someone to come back to after each and every mission.

Passing out isn’t exactly what one would call a ‘hobby’, but with the amount of times you would see dried blood on Giyu’s haori and faint you would think that you enjoy doing it in your spare time. The first time, your fiance panicked because he thought you died until he held a knife to your upper lip and saw that the blade was fogging up, indicating that you were indeed still breathing. The sigh of relief he let out was very surprising.

Tengen Uzui

You were his 4th spouse, and he didn’t really care if you couldn’t transform into a werewolf. If you felt bad, then he and his wives would prepare meals that would get your body into the perfect condition. When you finally do, he just about hosts a full-on festival in your honor. I mean, there were enough decorations and people.

Honestly, you fit right into the family. Your husband and wives all love you so very much, and they make sure that you never forget it. You were very chatty and vibrant, and it caused more joy within your home. Tengen enjoyed hearing each of his spouses giggling with each other when he entered the house after a hard mission.

The first time he experienced you passing out was when he came home with a wound. It wasn’t horrible, and he would most likely get better and heal, but seeing the bloodied bandages was too much for you. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru caught you before you hit the ground, and Tengen was trying to get you to wake up. You were eventually splashed with cold water. Sorry.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He was not for the idea at first, especially when he found out that you were the ‘runt’ of the litter who couldn’t wolf-out. However, he actually got to meet you and he hated to admit that he was in love. Now, he stands up for you against your family whenever they shame you for not being able to turn into a werewolf.

For the first few days of living with each other, it was a bit awkward. You wanted to try talking to your new husband, but the vibes were off for you. Eventually, you got used to each other and he would ask you to talk to him to fill the silence of the home. This may or may not have been spurred by your closeness with his brother, as Sanemi has seen you talking to Genya a lot.

You first passed out when your husband came back with a bunch of new wounds and even a few re-opened once. Your brother-in-law had to splash some cold water onto your face while Sanemi held your head up and off of the ground. Both men let out a sigh of relief when they heard your gasp from the sudden cold feeling.

Shinobu Kocho

She was very intrigued when your family basically arranged the whole marriage because they were scared you wouldn’t find a mate. If you didn’t mind, she ran a few tests on you and one of your brothers to see if the issue was internal and if she could help you in any way. That’s not to say that she judges you for your inability, but rather she wants to help you prove yourself to your family that you are as significant as any of them.

Not going to lie, she enjoys having a spouse to come home to after missions. It takes a while to get used to, as she is not used to someone hugging her once she returns to the Butterfly Estate, but it’s nice. All the anger that she feels quickly dissipates when you wrap your arms around her. Depending on how tall you are, she will either lean her head into your chest or crook of your neck as all her muscles relax.

The first time you passed out due to seeing blood was when a demon slayer was sent to the Estate to be treated by your lovely wife. You walked in as she was drawing blood and you couldn’t take it so you fell to the floor. She rushed over and called some of the Kakushi to help get you into bed so she could make sure you were alright.

Kyojuro Rengoku

He was definitely angry at how your mother treated you, and he was glad that she found you a perfect suitor (himself) to assure that you had a mate. He did not judge you for not being able to turn into a werewolf, and he believed that it would happen in due time. But, if you still feel bad about it, he will ask Shinobu to run some tests to see if the problem is an imbalance within your body.

Rengoku sees how kind you are towards his brother and he feels his heart pounding against his chest. The room is filled with laughter between the three of you, until Shinjuro ruins the fun and yells at you guys to quiet down. You are very close to just wolfing out right then and there because the man had too much audacity in his hands.

The first time you passed out from seeing blood was when your husband came back from a mission and he had a large wound on his arm. Usually he would go to the Butterfly Estate but he just couldn’t wait to see you. Maybe he should have, considering Senjuro had to catch you before you hit the floor.

Obanai Iguro

Both of your families were incredibly toxic, so they chose the ‘runts of the litter’ to wed each other. It ended up working in your favor though, considering you both loved each other. It wasn’t always that way, though. In the beginning, it was very awkward because you both kind of married each other without properly getting to know one another.

Over time, the two of you got closer. Obanai grew to love hearing your excited voice whenever he got home or whenever he got you something that you liked from one of his missions. It made him feel like he was doing something right and that he had something semi-normal in his life for once. He loved seeing your smile that one time when he brought a flower back from the market.

Alright, so the first time you passed out due to seeing something gruesome is kind of a funny story. Your husband decided to show you what was under the bandages, and you fainted. You had to later explain that you had never been able to handle seeing wounds, and that it wasn’t him specifically. Poor man was scared that you were scared of him.

Muichiro Tokito

After his brother’s death, his family was trying to find him a spouse in the case that he passed and there was no one to continue the bloodline. Your family needed to find you a mate in the case that you are left behind by the rest of the pack. So, both parties worked it out and the two of you were wed.

He at first doesn’t pay too much attention to you, considering he still stares off into space. You notice though and ask him to fill you in on his thoughts. You both often go cloud-gazing as small dates whenever you get the chance. Muichiro does love how excited you get whenever he asks you out on a date, even though you are married.

The first time you passed out due to seeing a lot of blood was when he came back from a mission and you were staying at the Butterfly Estate. He had a rather large wound, and once you saw it you fainted. He quickly snapped out of his daydream and yelled your name. Luckily, Shinobu was there to reassure your husband that you were alright and to make sure that you woke up.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kny #gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #gyomei #mitsuri #mitsuri kanroji x reader #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji #giyu #giyu x reader #giyu tomioka #giyu tomioka x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka #tengen #tengen x reader #tengen uzui #tengen uzui x reader #sanemi #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa x reader

[bazzybelle]

Good Omens 2 and Wayward Son - A Fan's Commentary on Fandom Reactions

I’m going to start off by saying apologies for any obvious grammatical errors. I am writing purely from the heart here. 

Also, apologies to my Sandman friends. If you haven’t read The Simon Snow Trilogy, this will go over your heads. However, I have been going back and forth on writing this meta since the release of Good Omens 2, and I just finished reading a spectacular meta on queer ships becoming canon by @avelera, which you can find here (read it, it’s brilliant). Anyway, I feel now’s a good time to let out all of my feelings when it comes to Good Omens 2 and how similar it was to reading Wayward Son. 

Simon Snow friends, you all know that Wayward Son is my favourite book out of the trilogy. You also know that this can be considered a controversial take within the fandom. And I don’t mean that in a toxic way, this fandom is one of the more wholesome fandoms I’ve seen; But in the way of like… Wayward Son is itself a polarizing book. 

I say this, knowing full well what went down when Wayward Son was released. Perhaps I had the advantage of not being completely embroiled within the Simon Snow  fandom until after I’d finished reading the book, but I lived on the periphery. I followed Rainbow on Twitter (fuck you, I am not calling it X), I had saved some artwork on Pinterest (before I found out those were stolen, wherein I immediately unpinned them and deleted my fandom folders), and I was excited to get Wayward Son as soon as it came out. So much so that I asked my husband to go to the Indigo near his office and buy it because I wanted to read it right away. 

Friends, I demolished that book within a DAY. 

Then I read it again. And again. And again. 

Then I wrote my first fanfiction in eight years. 

This book changed me. But you all know that. I’ve talked about it often, and that’s not what this meta (Editorial? Opinion piece? Shouting into the void?) is about. 

What I am going to talk about is the amount of pure vitriol this book got once it was released. There was SO MUCH complaining about the book. It was too short! There was no point to it! Why aren’t Simon and Baz having sexy vampire sex? Why aren’t they living together (never mind that this was briefly discussed at the end of Carry On, but go off I guess)? 

And you know what’s even funnier? Within a couple of weeks (it might have even been days, I’m a little fuzzy on timelines) Rainbow announced the third book. We knew, right away, that Wayward Son was meant to be an in-between book! Rainbow, being a fandom person herself, has said time and time again that she had always considered Wayward Son as an in-between book, structured like The Empire Strikes Back within the Star Wars original trilogy. Like think of the in-between books of any series, they are ALWAYS the darkest ones. In order to fully appreciate the win in the end, you need to go through the tough shit. 

What I loved about Wayward Son was it took that idea and spun it. It went all “ok, yeah we dealt with the win, now let’s deal with the aftermath. Only then can we have the makeouts and sexy times these guys deserved.”  (and damn, did Any Way The Wind Blows deliver on that promise).

But I am getting away from myself again. Point is, it was always meant to be an in-between book. There was always meant to be a resolution at the end of the trilogy. But that sure as hell didn’t stop people from outright demanding Rainbow give them the happy ending NOW. Pestering her on Twitter, (not so much on Tumblr) demanding she do this, or do that, or “you better not kill Baz” (even though she has ALWAYS SAID SHE NEVER WOULD) or “they better not break up” (even though, narratively, it was heading in that direction). The closer the book got to release date, the more people complained about how awful Wayward Son was. 

It was really disheartening to see. 

Which is why I got really upset when the SAME THING happened after the release of Good Omens 2. 

(For clarification purposes, because several of my friends have spoken to me about their own personal issues with Good Omens 2. And you are all super fucking valid. I am strictly referring to the amount of anger I saw online because although Aziraphale and Crowley kissed, they didn’t have an immediate happily ever after. I am also speaking of the anger expressed because the season wasn’t wrapped up in a neat little bow.)

Like with the release of Wayward Son, people seemed to have forgotten that season 2 of Good Omens was meant to be an inbetween season. Neil Gaiman has not been shy to talk about that. He has said over and over again that Season 2 was always meant to be a bridge between the Good Omens he and Terry Pratchett wrote together, and the sequel they had been planning. 

What… did you all just forget about that? Do you not know how narrative writing works? 

It’s like people refused to take a step back and breathe for a second and appreciate the season for what it was. A beautiful romantic story (because, IT WAS! Just like Neil said it would be), as well as a lead up into what will be the epic, dramatic conclusion. No, instead people started demanding the happy ending NOW, and getting angry when Neil wouldn’t budge and offer more information (even though he never has before) (funny how people just… forgot that).

It was Wayward Son all over again.

Yeah, I’m not going to lie, I was crushed with the way Good Omens 2 left off. Just like I was so confused when Wayward Son ended out of the blue. You know what I did about that? I wrote fic, I read the book again, and I happily anticipated the upcoming final part that would tie up all the loose ends.

Know what I’m doing to heal after Good Omens 2? I’m looking at gifs, rewatching episodes, laughing at memes and crack, and hoping to all the gods of story writing that Amazon approves of a third season, so that Neil Gaiman can be allowed to finish the story he and Terry Pratchett built together.

It’s become sad to watch this feral hunger from fans demanding immediate gratification, and getting upset when it isn’t the ending or gratification they were expecting. Wayward Son came out after years of Carry On fans having nothing else but the one book. Like I said, I wasn’t part of the fandom then, so I don’t know how fans from 2015 felt upon learning they’d get more Simon and Baz. Same with Good Omens. I only really got into the fandom a few months before season 2 came out. So I don’t know how OG fans felt waiting and waiting and waiting. So maybe I have that going for me as an advantage, that my hunger wasn’t growing more and more feral. 

Then again, I’m now a part of The Sandman fandom, and we’re essentially waiting on Season 2 to start development. And while I’m hoping a few things are tweaked (like Dream and Hob’s relationship), I’d be more than fine if it stays the same as in the comics. And if they decide to go about that in an entirely different way, I’d be fine with that too. You know why? Because I’ve learned to trust the writers of the stories I love not to lead me astray. 

And if I’m unhappy with something –because nothing is ever 100% perfect, and even my favourite stories end up coming short– there are always fanfictions to write, gifs to laugh at, and fandom friends to discuss plots and meta with. 

I may have lost the point of this meta. I tend to do that, following a train of thought that doesn’t always make sense in the end. 

Fandom friends, can we all just agree to take a breath and be thankful of the stories given to us? Can we learn to appreciate the entire picture, and not just a tiny section of it? And for the love of all that is holy, can we learn to be patient and to listen when our story tellers remind us to wait and see? To trust them when they assure us that our characters will have a happy ending, even if they need to traverse a little in the dark to get there?

I sure as hell am, and I hope you will too. 

Gonna tag @carryonsimoncarryonbaz because she was instrumental in encouraging me to write this.

#belle babbles #more like belle shouts into the fandom void #GO2 just reminded me A LOT of Wayward Son #both with the fan reaction #and with the overall vibes #I may write another longer better thought out meta comparing the two #but for now I just wanted to get my initial feelings out #as a fan who loved both WS and GO2 #who was very sad to experience this nonsense twice #simon snow #baz pitch #the simon snow trilogy #snowbaz #wayward son #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #neil gaiman #rainbow rowell