#now do i sleep the rest of the day or write that fan fic idea....... do u see my problem

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hi!!!! omg i have a fic idea!!!

how about something set during the night when na pd kidnapped svt from their hotel? like the reader joined a member (you choose which one!) on tour and their relationship is a secret for obv reasons but now the nana tour crew has shown up suddenly. how do you think that would go? maybe having to explain to na pd hehe

of course if you choose not to take up this idea thats totally okay!!! i love your writing, it always feels so cozy and warm heh

hope you're safe and happy!

PAIRING || Minghao x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff, Humour

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 1.4k

A/N || hi! omg thank you so much im so glad you like my writing it means a lot to me honestly 😭😭 i hope you like this and i chose minghao for this cus lol he was the only one who was disappointed abt the fact he wasn't going to italy with the original team TT

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[10:36]

xu minghao was a calm man. or at least he had considered himself to be calm.

he meditated often, drank tea regularly and tried not to get riled up due petty reasons in life. he wanted to enjoy life peacefully alongside his beloved family, members, fans and you. 

but no amount of meditation could have prepared him for this.

one surprise, he could maintain his composure.

two, hard, but still manageable.

but three? three surprises one after the other, all in one night was enough to confuse anyone out of their wits and right now minghao was having a hard time keeping a straight face in front of the camera and trying not to look flabbergasted, at least for your sake. you too looked as dumbfounded as all the members surrounding his bed right now, looking at each other as an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

what the hell had just happened?

all he could remember was lying down to finally get some sleep when his door burst open and the next thing he knew, someone had thrown their arms around him with a “hao!” after your familiar scent hit him, it took him a few seconds to grasp the situation.

because why were you here? weren’t you in south korea? 

but then you explained that (while peppering his face with kisses) that you had flown all the way here to surprise him and to spend the rest of the day with him (you tutted that he had been having such a busy schedule that he deserved this date). by now he was mildly aware that while you were looking extremely pretty and happy and smelled good, he was practically naked and still reeked of alcohol. 

not that it was a problem but still, he grumbled to you, he would have liked it if he had looked a bit more presentable. 

“oh, please.” you had said, jokingly rolling your eyes, “my entire presence should have knocked you out and made you forget that you are naked.”

“sure.” he replied back, pulling you onto his lap. “and i want to kiss you so bad but that would be very rude of me.”

you laughed at his statement and puckered your lips at him, silently asking for a kiss.

and minghao was going to give in, was going to kiss you because it had been so long since he had seen you and it wasn’t until now he realised just how much he missed you when the door to his room burst open the second time that night.

but this time, his members flooded in, freezing when their eyes met the two of yours. you jumped off his lap just before the camera man entered, causing him to have the second heart attack of the day. 

“what- what is-” the sputtered, not able to get the words out. 

“myungho!” he heard a somewhat familiar voice call him out as he hurriedly buried himself into the covers more. great, now who was going to barge into his room next?

all the sleepiness he had been feeling was completely washed away by the time na pd walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his bare shoulder (the fact that na pd had materialised out of nowhere didn’t even seem to faze him anymore, his head was already spinning too much with the information overload.)

“myungho.” na pd repeated, flashing him a guilty smile and minghao tried to sit up carefully. immediately the sirens in his body began to ring, (as if they had even gone off ever since you came in) because he knew that smile meant that he was going to hear something he didn’t like. 

through the corner of his eyes he saw some of his members come closer and crowd around his bed, allowing you to blend in the background as you tried to get across the room, clearly trying to get to the staff. 

shit. he had completely forgotten about this. oh god, what was he going to say-

“i lied to you.” na pd continued, clearly thinking the panic in his face was due to the current situation.

“huh?” he asked.

“i lied to you. you’re not going to italy with jun alone.” na pd repeated. 

“oh.” was all he could manage to say. no sooner had the words left the pd’s mouth, disappointment had hit him really hard but years of being an idol had trained him to keep a straight face.

but with the way the night had been proceeding he supposed he wasn’t doing that good job of masking his emotions because the pd’s giggled. “i’m so sorry, myungho. but you’re going to italy with your members instead. and you’re leaving right now.”

“right now?” was all he registered and like an idiot his eyes darted across the room to look at you because all he could remember was the surprise date you had planned for the two of you, just as seungcheol had grabbed your arm to pull you out of the room as quietly as he could. and along with his eye movement so did the camera move, towards the two of you, and of course na pd had to look at where he was looking.

“oh! and you are?” he asked, as seungcheol and you smiled back awkwardly.

“i’m, uh, i’m the-”

“staff!” seungkwan butted in and for the millionth time in his life, minghao was thankful to his members. he was sure that they were as flustered as him about this sudden change in schedule and you suddenly appearing him must have thrown them off track even more. 

“yeah, i’m the staff. hahaha, i was just checking on minghao…um, because…” you began, clearly not sure where your lie was going.

minghao had never wished to turn back time more than now. if only he had pushed you under his bed or something-

“she’s the closest staff, actually! she’s even closer to us than our manager!” mingyu added, smiling almost naturally and walking over to you. 

“i see.” na pd said, as though trying to assess whether or not he should ask more questions or not. “so uh, why are you dressed so prettily late at night?”

“oh, i’m not invited to italy?” you asked with a laugh. minghao felt his heart flip at your expression, loving the way you had got your wits back and had managed to dodge the question. he could see you were still scared from the way you were clutching seungcheol’s hand but you looked so calm and confident he felt he had fallen in love with you all over again.

“then um, should we meet at the lobby in three minutes?” na pd asked, clearly getting the hints now. then turning back to minghao, he said. “sorry, myungho. get ready and come quickly, okay? i promise you won’t regret it.”

he wasn’t sure if the sorry was because he wouldn’t be going to italy for the previous program he was supposed to be in or because na pd had realised you were his girlfriend and had very obviously come all the way to surprise him.

but he didn’t have time to think much about it as all the other members rushed out to get ready, leaving only you and him alone in the room but you too were pulling the sheets off his body as you pulled him out of the bed.

“go, go, go! you have only three minutes!” you said, pushing him into the bathroom. “i’ll get your clothes!”

“baby, wait.” he called out, forcing you to pause and look at him. “i love you.”

you tilted your head in slight confusion, but smiled at him nonetheless before saying, “i love you too.”

“no, i-” he said, stepping out of the bathroom to hold your hand. “i love you so much, baby. you planned so much for us and i can’t even go out with you now. and yet, you’re helping me out. you have every right to be mad-”

“hush, what are you talking about, hao?” you said. “you’re an idol, such things can happen! i’ll admit i was really taken aback and bummed out a bit, but hey, you’re going to italy! you were dying about this trip, remember? how can i be upset about it then, huh?”

“but that was with jun and the seniors” he grumbled. 

“and now you’re going with your members. that’s even better!”

“i suppose. but our date-”

“we’ll have it once you come back, okay?” you said, kissing him on his lips. minghao wondered what he had done to end up with you. 

“i love you so much, baby.”

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Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs.

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

《Chapter 1》

Chapter 2: Juice-Induced Short-Circuit

Characters: Donnie, Leo, Raph, Mikey

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! I'm going to try to write a bit more to get chapters out faster, (dw i'm not burning myself out, i literally sit around at home most days) so ya'll have that to look forwards to!

Tbh I did my most productive writing while listening to video game fan music, maybe it just has magical tendencies from good it is.

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TW: Stalking, kidnapping plans, toxic relationships, Donnie has a bit of an ego, ruining of clothing

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

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Chapter Summary: Donnie gets rid of a tracker in a way that Leo doesn't like very much, and Raph goes over a plan with his brothers.

Word Count: 1176

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"Don't let me hear the robins sing above,

What good's their song if I've no one to love?"

You leaned your head back against the porcelain of the bathtub, watching the steam from the water curl up towards the ceiling. The silky-double vocals of Leslie Gore crept beneath the door and echoed throughout the tiled bathroom.

You leaned forwards and pulled the plug to the drain, watching the water swirl into the pipes.

"Don't let that dreamy moon come out, come out tonight,"

You lifted the needle off of the record, slipping it back into its case and strolling back to your bedroom. You snuggled under the warm covers, your wet hair dampening the pillow. Your eyelids were getting heavier with each second, warm water always did make you sleepy.

A hand landed on the outdoor windowsill, pulling the body attached to it upwards, revealing Donatello. He froze for a moment when you stirred in your sleep, but relaxed again when you merely turned your sleeping face to the wall.

Donnie pulled open your window, and slipped inside almost silently. He scanned around the room, before the spot of red light he was looking for pulled him to the jacket it was coming from.

He plucked the tracker the Purple Dragons had planted and glared at it with distaste. How dare they disrespect your privacy like that? He knew that they didn't care about you, not like he did. He wants to protect you, they want to use you. He wouldn't let that happen, over his dead body. Donnie's trackers are for protection purposes, so you need them. You need him, you need the rest of your new family to protect you from people like Kendra.

Now, what to do with the tracker? He obviously couldn't bring it back to the Lair, but he didn't want to leave it on you. He couldn't place it somewhere else, there were still things to prepare for your arrival and they would still see you at school, much to his displeasure. He thought it over, finding no good options even within the deepest depths of his intellect.

Suddenly, he thought of the most intelligent idea. He would spill something on the jacket, so you would throw it in the wash! The tracker would be destroyed! Those horrible, deceiving nerds wouldn't suspect a thing! He applauded himself in his mind, basking in his own intellect.

He was so busy praising himself in his mind that he didn't notice the electric blue portal materializing out of thin air behind him until Leo was right behind him. Donnie jumped nearly a mile out of his skin when Leo's hand landed on his shoulder.

He jerked around, expecting you to have woken up somehow and discovered his presence, but deflated when he saw that it was just his brother, and glared at him.

"What are you doing here, Leo?" Donnie said, crossing his arms with an annoyed look on his face. He could believe that his brother could do what he was doing, but he really wished he wouldn't.

"I'm visiting, of course," Leonardo flipped the ends of his bandana over his shoulder like it was hair, "Also, Raph sent me to look for you. You didn't come back after you left."

"That's none of your business."

"I think it is. If you're here, then it's all our business."

"You'll just do something rash."

Leo put on a half-mocking, half-serious pout, "Nuh-uh!"

"Scoff."

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Raph and Mikey something is wrong."

Donatello clenched his fists and teeth, glaring even deeper at Leo. "Fine. The Purple Dragons placed a tracker on them, and I'm going to get rid of it."

Leonardo brought a hand up to his chest and gasped dramatically like a woman in a black-and-white movie, his eyes widening. "No!" He said it less like an exclamation, and more like a woman gossiping with her friends.

"Yes. Like I said, I'm going to get rid of it. Now go away."

Leo sassily put a hand on his hip, "No. I'm going to stay here and look after them."

"Fine," Donnie snapped, "But if you wake them up, you're going to regret it."

He walked to the kitchen, taking a carton of juice out of the fridge before returning.

Upon re-entering the bedroom, Donnie gritted his teeth yet again upon seeing him sit on the edge of your bed, his three-fingered hand gently petting the top of your head.

“What are you doing? Get off of there before you wake them up!” Leo pouted at his brother’s demand, but sat up anyway. He cocked his head in curiosity upon seeing the juice in Donnie’s hand.

“Juice?”

“Yes. This is how I’m going to get rid of that awful tracker.”

Leo launched forwards, attempting to grab the juice. “Don’t do that! You’re going to ruin a perfectly good jacket!”

Donatello jerked his hand back before Leo could grab it. “The whole point is that they’re going to wash it, dumb-dumb.” Upon hearing his brother’s plan, Leo didn’t try to grab the juice anymore, but put a hand on his hip again. “And what happens if it stains?”

“I’ll buy them another one,” Donnie turned back to the jacket, screwing the cap open.

Leonardo made no further attempt to stop his brother, but looked away as Donnie poured the liquid over the fabric. In his refusal to watch him disfigure clothing, he looked over to you, still sleeping soundly even with all the noise they were both making. You really were a deep sleeper, how cute.

“Done,” Donnie announced, interrupting Leo’s thoughts. He turned back to him, trying not to focus on the stained fabric on a hanger behind him. “Let’s just go,” Leo said, sulkily. He didn’t want to leave you so soon, but he couldn’t stand another minute in the awkwardness of the moment. They both walked to the kitchen, checking on you one last time to make sure you were still sleeping soundly. Donnie put the juice back in the fridge, then stepped into Leo’s portal.

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The Turtle Tank sped throughout the backstreets of New York City, leaving scattered papers and humans in its wake. Raphael pulled the tank into an isolated alleyway, beckoning his brothers to join in a circle.

"Okay," Raph said, putting his arms on the backs of Leo and Mikey, who were next to him in the circle, "We have everything prepared? Donnie, you have the tranq gun?"

"Of course I do, Raph," Donnie said with a slightly exasperated tone, "We've been over this."

"Okay, fine. Everyone knows the plan, right? We sneak in, get them, and take them home, like a boss!" Upon saying his catchphrase, Raph pumped his fist in the air, hyped up.

His energy spread to his younger brothers, and they put in their words of excitment and encouragement. Raph drove the vehicle out of the alleyway, and sped towards your home.

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A/N: Apologies if this chapter drags on a bit! I wanted to focus more on staying on one scene because of all the jumping back and forth in the first chapter! Also sorry that Raph and Mikey aren't very active in the story right now! They'll be a lot more starting in chapter 3! The first two chapters are more focused on the stalking aspect, which I tend to assign to Leo and Donnie. Raph and Mikey are more caretaker-esque, which you'll definently see very soon!

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Baby Bump & Waffles.

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Wordcount: 4.2K+

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Description: With bunny having some struggle during her pregnancy Timmy and the girls want to make sure she has the best Mother’s day ever full with laughter, good food, and a little tears.

A/N: This family is just so cute and I love them so much. Ah, I hope my future family is as adorable as they are. Had fun writing this, sorry, I didn’t get it out earlier. As always, I hope you guys enjoyed it. And request more family/ dad Timmy, I love them the most. Also, adding a link to my masterlist to my fics now. Thank you to @s-we-e-t-t-ea​ for the suggestion.

Warning: Fluff, Family fluff. worried Timmy

“Okay, so what do you think we should make Mommy for Mother’s Day?” Timmy asked his daughters.

“Something she likes,” Lena said at once.

“And something tasty as well,” chimed in Elle.

“So her favorite and something tasty. That seems simple enough,” he agreed, ushering them into a booth at Starbucks.  He carried his order and two crème Frappuccino's. He was not a huge fan of Starbucks but his daughters loved drinking “coffee”. He never had the heart to tell them that their drinks had none in them because they got so happy every time he took them.

Plus it was normal for him to take the girls on coffee dates that you wouldn’t think he was up to something. Even if he was the least subtle person ever. Still, he and the girls could pretend to just be having a normal daddy-daughter day and plan for Mother’s Day.

“So what is going to be the tasty thing, papa?” Lena asked, both girls looking at him expectedly.

“Well, mommy is pregnant with Bagel bite so nothing that will make her sick on her special day.”

“Yeah like last week when she threw up when you made eggs. Gross,” Elle said, flaring her nose and shaking her head.

Timmy laughed in agreement. “Yes, we want no repeats.”

“Should we go somewhere? Mommy loves the zoo.”

“Hmm, so a nice breakfast at home and then a family day at the zoo?” He questioned.

“Give us a moment to discuss,” Elle said, taking a sip of her drink and huddling close with her younger sister.

“Of course, take your time,” he teased, earning him twin glares from his daughters. Timmy raised his hands in surrender, pulling out his phone to check up on you. You were having horrible morning sickness and needed rest, which was another reason he took the girls out.

You didn’t reply and he assumed you were finally sleeping. And he felt his chest untightened a bit. He was going to worry himself into grey hair over this pregnancy, but he talked to the doctors and everything was normal, he just needed to keep reminding himself of that.

“Papa. We have decided,” Elle said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yes, Mes poissons, what did we agree on then?”

“We want to make waffles. Mommy loves waffles and when I was sick and stayed home from school she made me waffles and I felt better. So we can make some for her,” Lena said. Both girls beamed proudly at him, happy with their conclusion.

“Waffles sound like the perfect thing to make for Mommy. Good idea, my loves. Shall we go shopping now?”

“Can we see your phone and look at different waffle things? We want it to be special for Mommy.”

“Of course,” He said, opening up Pinterest and giving his phone to the girls. Mother’s Day was tomorrow so they had lots of time to decide on their idea. 

They made gifts at school during the week and they helped Timmy pick out a charm bracelet for you as well, picking the best charms they thought represented you.

“We found one we like. It’s a board with lots of things on it. Can we make this for her?”  Elle asked showing him a picture.

Quickly scanning the photo, he smiled warmly at them. “This is perfect she will love it,” he said, kissing both their foreheads. “Now let’s quickly go shop for all these and get back to Mommy, yeah? We don’t want to leave her alone for too long.” Nodding, they finished their drinks and each grabbed one of his hands and left. 

After shopping for ingredients and gift bags, they finally made it home around lunchtime. The house was silent and Timmy assumed you were still sleeping. He ushered the girls into the kitchen and put down the bags.

“Okay girls, I’ll put everything away why don’t you two go have a cuddle with mommy while I make lunch? What are we thinking about eating?”

“Chicken and lettuce,” Lena shouted.

Elle glared at her. “Stop yelling, Mommy is sleeping and it’s called a salad,” she huffed.

“Hey, be nice to your sister. You can correct her in a nicer way, right?” Timmy said, giving her a look.

Elle nodded sadly. “Sorry, Lena, it’s a salad and you shouldn’t yell,” she mumbled.

“Better, but still needs some work,” he said, patting her hand. “I’ll make the salad and we can have a picnic in my bed.”

Nodding, but girls bounced up the stairs in search of cuddle time with their mother. Lena slowly opened the door to see you laying in bed on your side. Both girls moved quickly and quietly to your side to see your stomach.

They loved talking to their little sibling. They couldn’t wait to have a baby in the house. To teach everything to, dress up, and take care of.  Softly, they pressed their heads and hands to your stomach, smiling at each other.

“Do you think Bagel Bite will be a girl or a boy?” Elle whispered.

“I want a girl. We can dress her like us in matching outfits. And have matching bows, won’t that be cute?” Lena replied.

“We already do that together. We can have a little brother. We can still wear matching clothes and we never had a brother. We have each other but a brother would be different,” she said.

You woke up to their whispering, smiling softly at them. They were adorable and you loved them so much. 

“What if mommy had twins then we could have a sister and brother,” Elle suggested.

“Or what if she had four babies?” Lena added excitedly.

“Okay okay okay,” you said before they could up the number. As much as loved children and wanted a lot more with Timmy, you didn’t want too many babies at the same time. “Let’s just be happy that little Bagel bite is not pressing on my bladder and they will be healthy, happy, and love.”

The girls grinned looking up at you when you spoke, quickly climbing into bed with you. “We love Bagel bite so much. We will take good care of them,” Elle said, hugging your right side.

“Yeah, we will make them snacks and show them all our favorite movies,” Lena said hugging your left. 

“I know you both will be the best big sisters in the world.”

“I’m already a big sister,” Elle grinned, tapping her sister on the nose.

Lena giggled, playfully trying to bite her sister. “You are an okay one,” she teased.

Before they could tease each other further you tickled them both, “Both my loves are the best and I am so lucky to have such amazing daughters,” you said laughing as they tried to squirm away from your hold.

That is how Timmy found you all a few minutes later, caring a tray of salads and some juice boxes, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his little family.  He quickly walked into the room, putting the food on the table, and joining his family. “Are we having a tickle party?” He teased, wiggling his fingers as the girls screamed.

The next morning you woke up with a tiny foot in your face and another pressed into your stomach. You chuckled, moving Lena’s foot and slipping out of the bed, quickly going to the bathroom, but pausing as you saw your family. 

With you no longer in bed, Elle was cuddling close to Timmy and Lena's foot was now in Timmy’s face. You laughed and grabbed your phone taking a photo of them and going into the bathroom. You felt better today and quickly hopped in the shower.

“Showering without me, Bunny?” Timmy asked, getting into the shower and wrapping his arms around your waist. He cupped your bump and kissed your neck, pressing himself against you.

“You looked too adorable to wake up,” you said, pressing back against him, turning your head and catching his lips, kissing him.

“I yawned and was stabbed in the tongue by a painted pink toe,” he argued.

Snorting you turned in his hold. “Well that was just a funny bonus,” you teased. 

“Rude, Bunny. I could have cut myself.”

“Yes because a 5-year-old toes are so sharp. I’m pretty sure she is still biting them off even though I have told her thousands of times not to do that.”

Timmy made a face of disgust. “God that is awful.”

“Your mom told me you did it until you were 9,”

“Oh, my god. No, she didn’t tell you that.”

“She did when we went to lunch and I told her about Lena and she told me about how much you loved your toes,” you laughed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

Timmy groaned resting his forehead on your shoulder. “Will she ever stop embarrassing me,” he said, kissing your shoulder. 

“I love learning the small things about you as a child.”

“You knew me then.”

“I know, but I didn’t know everything about you.”

“Marriage needs mystery,” he pouted, cupping your face and titling your head up. His lips brushed against yours.

You shook your head slightly, pressing your lips together. “Mystery is overrated. Tell me all the strange things that make up my favorite person.”

“I’ll start leaving little notes around the house with my weird habits,” he laughed kissing you slowly.

“You better,” you mumbled running your hands through his hair.

“Happy Mother’s Day, bunny.”

“Thank you. Couldn’t be a mother without you, my sweet and caring husband.”

Timmy pulled away from your lips to stare into your eyes. “Being sweet this morning,” he teased. “I love pregnant bunny. She loves me so much. Obsessed with me,” he said, before devouring your mouth once more.

You had a snarky comment to make, but his lips were too soft to lose. So you just closed your eyes and moaned softly into his mouth. Timmy smirked and pulled you closer, but your bump got in the way causing him to laugh into your mouth.

“Don’t laugh, Chalamet,” you huffed pulling away and turning around grabbing your body wash. “Bump is such a cockblock sometimes,” you mumbled to yourself.

Timmy laughed grabbing the bottle from you. “So pouty and mean. That’s the bunny that has me sprung every day,” he teased, kissing your cheek sweetly and starting to wash your body.

“Better be sprung. We are married and having babies together. You know the girls were talking about me having more than one.  Can you imagine that?”

“Would it be weird if that was a turn-on? Like I  put more than one baby in you. I’m just that good?

You laughed, shoving his wandering hands away. “You are so weird.”

“Don’t kink shame me bunny.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” you said, returning the favor and washing him. “So what is the plan for the day? I’m sure you and the girls came up with something at Starbucks yesterday.”

“It is a surprise. The girls are excited. Are you feeling better, though? Up for leaving the house?” He asked.

You nodded, kissing his cheek. “Yeah. I want to do whatever my loves have planned. I want to spend my Mother’s Day with all of you.”

“I’m glad you are feeling better. And tonight, I’ll give you a foot rub, maybe get in the tub together and relax?” He asked, puckering his lips for a kiss.

“Ah, so we will be doing a lot of walking?” You asked, ignoring his lips and turning off the water, getting out of the shower.

Timmy pouted following after you, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you then getting one for himself. “Did you not see my lips?”

“I’m pregnant, not blind.”

Timmy laughed grabbing your hips and pulling you against him, kissing your cheek. “Nice sweet bunny is my favorite.”

“And I like Hal better,” you teased walking out of the bathroom.

Timmy stood in the bathroom with his mouth open for a few seconds before going after you. “Bunny, Hal was really-” he paused when he saw the girls were awake and hugging you.

You grinned at him from over your shoulder as you hugged the girls. “Thank you both so much. I am so happy to be your mother.”

“And you are the best mother ever,” Lena grinned.

“Yes, the best in the world. We made gifts for you and we are going to make food and then guess what? We are going to the zoo,” Elle said excitedly.

You chuckled hugging them both again. “That sounds like the best day. I can not wait to see your gifts and eat your yummy breakfast.”

“You heard her Papa, let go make breakfast,” Elle bossed, walking over to Timmy's side. 

“Okay let me get some pants on first. Why don’t you two go downstairs and wait for me? Put something nice on tv for Mommy while we cook.” Nodding determinedly they hugged you once more before rushing out of the room.

“They are so cute,” you grinned, grabbing a pair of Timmy’s shorts and one of his t-shirts. 

“Our cute little babies. I can’t believe soon enough we will be parents to an eight-year-old, a six-year-old, and a newborn, I’m so excited.”

“Excited for waking up every three hours?”

“Of course. I didn’t take much of the night shift for Lena so I’m happy to take it for Bagel bite.”

“We will share it. I don’t want you to think you have because of that. We are partners sometimes things aren’t 50/50, you don’t have to overcompensate.”

Pulling on some joggers, Timmy kissed your nose. “I know, but I want to make sure you are getting rest. You take such good care of our babies when I’m working and-

You cut him off. “And you take good care of them when I’m working. Shush, Timmy, or I’ll bite you.”

“Kinky, where?” He smirked.

You snorted. “Calm down, we have a family date. Keep it in your pants.”

“If I did we wouldn’t be having this glorious day.”

“Yeah yeah, come on.” You laced your hands together. 

Timmy squeezed your hand and lead you to the living room, helping you sit down. He tossed a blanket over you, made sure your feet were comfortable on the ottoman, and gave you a cup of tea.

You giggled, grabbing his arm. “Timmy, Timmy, baby. Calm down, I am capable of looking after myself while you cook with the girl,” you said, pulling him down and kissing him. “But I love you for being so overprotective.”

“I prefer the term loving and attentive.”

“Those are additions not replacements.”

“Just drink your tea and let me take care of you.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, grabbing the teacup.

His eyes narrowed, filling with heat before he pressed his lips to yours hungrily. You gasped slightly, giving him room to explore your mouth with his tongue. 

“Papa, we are ready to cook,” Elle shouted.

“Come on we are hungry and mommy and baby need the food.” Lena added

Timmy groaned softly, pulling back from your lips. “Tonight, you are mine.”

“I think I might have plans,” you teased.

Timmy growled, biting your lower lip until you were whimpering. He pulled back smugly, pecking your lips. “Relax, bunny.”

You nodded snuggling into the sofa more and sipping your tea. “Love you, Timmy.”

“I love you too.”

“PAPA.”

Timmy quickly ran back into the kitchen to two glaring and pouting faces. He grinned dropping to the floor on his knees dramatically in front of them. “Ah, the faces of mes petite poissons, . They’re so beautiful, my sweet babies, looking like their mother,” he said, placing his hand over his heart.

Elle sighed deeply, shaking her head. “Papa no time for dramatics, we have to cook.”

“Lena, so cute, my little angel. Elle, so precious, my little fairy princess,” Timmy continued.

Lena giggled, running to tackle her father to the ground. “So silly papa.”

Elle tried to hold in her own laughter, but quickly failed and jumped on her father as well. “You are the silliest papa in the world.”

“And I wear that badge with honor. Now you two were so impatient, but I was helping Mommy.”

“You were kissing Papa,” Lena said.

“Mommy likes my kisses.”

“She likes ours more.”

“Lies,” he teased getting up from the ground. “Now let’s make this waffle board. Lena is on fruit duty, Elle, you are on sauces, and I’ll do the bacon and we can all work on the waffles, deal?”

“Deal,” they shouted together.

“Bunny, my love, wake up,” Timmy said, softly shaking you. You groaned softly, opening your eyes to see him and the girls staring at you with wide eyes and matching smiles. Each holding a part of a board with waffles, syrup, whipped cream, chocolate and caramel sauce and various fruits.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.” The girls cheered, leaning closer and kissing your cheeks.

“Hello, my loves. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you said, sitting up, smiling at them. “This looks amazing, did you make this all yourselves?” you asked the girls.

“Papa help but I did the fruit and Elle the sauce. Do you like it, Mommy?”

“I love it, darling,” you said, cupping her cheek and then her sister. “Thank you both so much.” 

“And what about me?” Timmy said, pointing to his cheek.

“Of course, thank you, Timmy,” you said, kissing his cheek, causing him to grin happily.

You patted the sofa next to you, grinning as the girls quickly scrambled to sit on either side of you. Timmy placed the board on the coffee table and pulled it closer to you all. Then picked up Elle, and put her on his lap. “So why don’t we dig in and eat so we can go to the zoo.”

“I can't wait to see the otters, they are my favorite,” Elle smiled, snuggling in his hold grabbing a waffle, and dipping it in whipped cream.

“I like otters too but I like the pink birds, what are they called Mommy?” Lena asked looking up at you.

“Flamingos, darling, and I’m sure we can see both of them at the zoo,” you said, grabbing food.

“Oh, I like those too, Lena, so cute. You know the babies are white and turn pink later.”

“Really?” Lena asked.

Elle nodded before turning to look at her father. “Papa, what are you looking forward to the most?”

“I like all the animals. Maybe I like the rabbits a bit more,” he said, cutting his eyes to you.

“Papa likes being cheesy,” you whispered to the girls causing them to laugh.

“I like how cheesy Papa is, he makes me laugh with his cheesiness,” Elle said.

“He makes me laugh as well. Maybe you will be as cheesy as him when you grow up.”

“Oh no thank you,” she said.

“Wow, what about you Lena, want to be cheesy like me?”

“Oh, papa, I love you, but no.”

“Maybe Bagel bite will be cheesy with me.”

“Maybe,” you laughed, kissing his cheek.

When breakfast was finished Timmy ushered the girls into the bathroom for baths while you picked out clothes for them to wear. Both cute skirts and T-shirts, before getting dressed.

“Mommy where is my hat,” Lena shouted from her room.

“Lena don’t shout at Mommy,” Elle shouted back.

“Girls girls, no  shouting at each other,” Timmy voiced huffed seconds later.

You laughed slipping on your shoes and walking into Lena’s room. “Darling there is no need to yell. What hat are you talking about?” You said, running your fingers through her hair.

“The straw one, that’s like the one you have. I want to wear it today,” she said, hugging your waist and resting her head on your bump.

“Ah, did you look for it? I am sure it is in your closet. We talked about this you have to look first and then come find one of us. Independence and figuring things out first. I am more than happy to help you, but you skipped some steps.”

Nodding she leaned into your touch, patting your stomach. 

“Helena, closet,” you prompted.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” she giggled bouncing off to her closet, returning moments later with the hat on her head. “I found it, I will look first next time, sorry.”

“It’s okay. There is nothing wrong with asking for help,” you said, opening your arms to hug her once more. She quickly bounced into your arms hugging your stomach.

“I can’t wait to meet our baby. Do you think they will look like me?” she asked.

“Maybe, but remember they will be really tiny and will probably not look so much like you yet. When you were born you were so tiny with barely any hair.”

“Really?” She asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, but you were so cute. A little button nose and big eyes always watching the whole room.”

“I will watch Bagel bite. Keep them safe and teach them to not shout or be mean.”

“That’s sweet and I’m sure they will love you so much.”

“I already love them so much,” she said, kissing your bump.

You smiled tearing up a bit, cursing your hormones for making you so sensitive. “Mommy, why are you crying did something happen? Are you in pain?” She asked, panicking, and before you could say anything she was running out of the room shouting for Timmy.

You laughed, wiping your tears, only causing more to fall down. “Bagel bite, I promise I don’t cry all the time. That will be your job,” you said, patting your bump.

“Bunny? What’s wrong? Do you need to lie down? Do you want to stay home?  Are you in pain? Are you bleeding? Should I call the doctor?” Timmy burst into the room worriedly, shooting off questions as he came to your side and pulling you down on the bed.

“Timmy, baby, calm down. I’m alright, really, calm down,” you said softly, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lovingly.

He dropped to his knees in front of you. “Then why are you crying,”

“I’m not. Well, not really, it’s the baby-” His eyes widened in fear but you quickly shook your head- “I mean the hormones, they are making me a bit emotional. I’m just very happy and thankful for our family.”

Timmy sighed dropping his head on your thighs. His hands rub your bump and your hips. “I was so worried something was wrong. I told the girls to wait in Elle’s because I thought something was happening.”

“I’m sorry Lena worried you. Before I could explain to her I was fine she was gone. She is a little worry wort, like you.” You softly played with his hair, trying to calm him down more.

“I’m glad she is, it means she helps look after you.”

“You look out for me perfectly fine, Timmy. Please don’t stress, I’m fine, and the baby is fine. We are all fine.” 

He nodded. “I love you, bunny. So much.”

“I know and I love you, Chalamet,” you replied hugging him

“Can we come in?” Elle asked from the doorway, peeking in with her sister. Nodding, you waved them both in and they quickly join in the hug.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Elle asked.

“Yes, I am fine. It was happy tears of how much I love you all,” you assured her.

“And Bagel bite is fine,” Lena asked.

“Yes, Bagel bite is fine. They, like me, are excited about the zoo.” You said, getting up. “So we should get a move on yeah?” 

“Yeah let’s go,” the girls grabbed your hands and pulled out of the room. “I can’t wait to see all the animals. Can we get plushies from the gift shop?” Lena asked.

“You both can get one and then pick out one for the baby. How about that, but no fighting,” Timmy said, grabbing his keys and walking out of the house.

“We promise we won’t fight. And can we get drinks with the animal's cups?” Elle begged.

“Yes, we can get those but don’t drink them so fast. Don’t want to get brain freeze like last time,” you said.

“We promise,” Lena said, as they skipped to the car.

“They are going to get brain freeze,” Timmy laughed.

“And so will you. I feel like I already have three kids.” You joked.

“You are lucky I love you and it’s your day.”

“Or what?”

“Or nothing, I’m whipped,” he said, kissing you.

“Thought so,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I want to see the flamingos, there is no time for kissing,” Lena said, pushing your away from Timmy as Elle grabbed Timmy’s hand and pulled him to the car.

Timmy laughed allowing himself to be pulled away by his oldest. “The Zoo isn’t going anywhere, Elle calm down.”

“It might, papa, it might.”

You laughed taking Lena’s hand. “You heard her, Timmy, it might go somewhere.”

“Okay my little impatient family, let’s go to the zoo and have a lot of fun. Celebrate Mommy and take lots of pictures.”

The girls groaned at the picture comment, causing you both to laugh. “We need pictures for the photo album. Think about it, have the photos to show the baby,” he said, grinning when he saw them perk up.

“Okay for the baby we can take photos.” Lena smiled

“And a little bit for Papa,” Elle added.

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I loved Lavender Haze. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I demand a part 2. And possibly a part 3. 💜

lavender haze pt. 2

word count: 3.2k

CW: fluff, SMUT JUST A BIT, ominis' family mention.

A/N: sorry i haven't uploaded in a while! just finished up my finals. anyways, back to the fan fic grind. my girlfriend has proofread some of this. not all. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT. (edit) my girlfriend proofread all of it now 😐

pairing: ominis x reader

Ominis smiles as he hears Y/N emerge from the bathroom. 

“Did you have a nice bath, love?” He hears her giggles. 

“Merlin, the baths here never cease to amaze me. I swear, I almost didn’t want to get out,” She walks over to the bed, where Ominis is. She gives Ominis a kiss, smiling into it. Ominis kisses her back, wrapping an arm around her waist, the other going into her hair. As they pull away, he frowns, feeling her wet, tangled hair. 

“Would you like me to brush your hair, my dove?”

“Dove?”

“I- uh- I didn’t realize I said-“ He gets cut off with another kiss. 

“It’s okay, darling. I like it,” Y/N smiles, blushing. How this day has changed so much. How their relationship has changed by a simple confession. Well, maybe not simple. “You can brush my hair if you’d like to. You don’t have to.”

“I’d love to,” Y/N grabs her brush. Ominis shuffles off the bed, going to their shared desk. He places himself behind her, taking the brush from her carefully. He brings his lips to her head, giving her a lingering kiss. He breathes in, the scent of lavender filling his senses. 

The scent almost makes him imagine being in a lavender field with her. She’s described the flower to him. Purple. He had no idea what it could possibly look like. However, Y/N sounded so happy to describe the color that he thinks he loves purple. 

Ominis slowly starts to brush her hair, careful to not hurt her. Y/N sighs, one of Ominis’ hands resting on her shoulder. She couldn’t be happier. Even mundane things, like brushing her hair, makes her heart face. 

After a few minutes, Ominis starts running his hands through her now, unknotted hair. He scratches her scalp. Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head. She lets out a low hum, and Ominis smiles. He likes the sounds she makes when she’s pleased. 

Ominis leans down and kisses her shoulder, slowly moving closer to her neck. Y/N turns around in the chair. She stands up giving Ominis a soft kiss. 

“Thank you,” She whispers, leaning her forehead against him. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close. 

“Of course, my dove.” He kisses her cheek, moving to the bridge of her nose. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy. 

Y/N moves out of Ominis’ arms, her touch lingering on his arms. Ominis hears a rustling on their bed, he walks over to it. He leans down, helping Y/N get comfortable. He kisses her forehead, he turns to go to the desk before she grabs his hand. 

“Are you not coming to sleep?” Her voice soft, he wanted nothing more than to abandon what he was going to do to hold her. 

“I’ll be there in a minute. I’m just going to write to Sebastian that we got here alright.” Y/N kisses Ominis’ hand, watching him walk to the desk. There wasn’t a day she didn’t love observing him. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, giving her a perfect view of every mole on his chest and back. She wanted nothing more than to kiss each one. To run her hands all over him. 

“I can feel your eyes on me, my love.” Ominis picks up his quill, fixing the parchment in front of him.

“What? I’m just appreciating something,” a soft smile finds it way to Y/N’s face. 

“And what would that be, little dove?” Ominis starts writing to Sebastian. 

“You,” her eyes traveling up and down his body. She wanted to run her hands through his perfectly done-up hair. 

“Well…” Ominis pauses not knowing what to say. “Thank you,” he says meekly. 

Y/N’s smile grows, she likes when Ominis is a little shy. It’s quite endearing to her. 

“I’ll be there in a second, my love,” Ominis quickly starts writing to Sebastian. 

‘Dear Sebastian,

I hope this letter finds you well. Y/N and I  have arrived at the Gaunt Manor. Everything has been quite alright so far. My family has been nothing but kind to her. It always takes me a second to get used to the treatment. It’s like she’s some form of sunshine that pushes away my family’s darkness. Also, it appears you may have been right about Y/N’s feelings for me. Therefore, I’m including 100 Galleons, as that is what we agreed upon. I shall say no more on the matter. I hope you and Anne are well. Please give her my best wishes. 

Your dear friend,

Ominis Gaunt.’

He quickly seals the back of the envelope with his house symbol. Ominous gives the letter to Noctua, his owl, and sends her off. As he hears her wings fly away, he turns to the bed, wondering if Y/N was still awake. 

“Love?” He calls out, and when he’s met with silence, he finds his way to the door. He feels around on the wall for a moment, trying to find the light switch. He flips the switch down and walks towards the bed. As soon as he lays down, Y/N gravitates toward him, laying on his chest. Ominis freezes for a moment before he relaxes into her touch. Her soft breathing lulling him to sleep with her. He runs his hand through her hair, feeling that it was still slightly damp from her bath. He places a soft kiss on her forehead, causing Y/N to sign in her sleep. A content smile goes across Ominis' face before he snuggles in closer to her, holding her. 

If he could stay in this moment forever, he would. Today had been so wonderful. He dreaded coming home. Especially when he had to go home alone. With Y/N though, he felt better, he was happier. He knew that with her here, he could face anything. His family, his friend's infatuation with the dark arts, his nightmares. Anything.

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The next morning, Y/N woke up, surprised to see Ominis’ side of the bed empty. She started to panic for a second, worried that she had dreamed all of it. That’s when she heard quiet footsteps, Ominis neatly dressed, his hair a bit tousled, but holding two cups of tea. 

“Ominis,” She says quietly, not wanting to scare the boy.

“Good morning, love. Did I wake you?” He places the cups of tea on the nightstand before leaning down to give Y/N a kiss on the forehead.

“No, I did just wake up a moment ago though,” Ominis squats next to the bed, taking Y/N’s hand in his. He kisses it lightly, causing Y/N to blush.

“Well, I’m glad you’re awake. However, your snores are quite cute when you're sleeping,” He kisses her forehead again before bringing the desk chair over to sit with her as she wakes up. 

“I don’t snore,” Y/N mumbles, sitting up. She brings the tea to her lips, drinking it slowly. Her whole body heats up as she drinks it.

“It’s okay, my dove. It’s endearing.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Sure, endearing.”

As they sit there together, drinking tea in silence, both of their minds were finally at ease. The impending marriage no longer worried Ominis. They were always going to spend the rest of their lives together. He had known that for as long as he can remember. Now, he can’t wait for the rest of their lives to start. 

“What’s on your mind, darling?” Y/N’s voice breaks the silence. 

“Oh, thinking about marrying you,” Y/N snorts, causing Ominis to break out into a smile. 

“You know we won’t be wed until after we graduate?” Y/N puts her cup down on the nightstand and leans over to give Ominis a kiss on the cheek. Heat rises through him quickly from her touch. 

“I know, but I can’t help but think about it,” 

“Your mother told me I should invite anyone I want. She kept calling it ‘The Most Lavish Event’,” Y/N smiles at the memory. Ominis’ mom had always been so kind to her for some reason. She was never able to put her finger on why, but she seemed happier when Y/N was around. 

“I remember. Is there anyone you’re thinking about not inviting? I feel as if that’s a shorter list,” Ominis finishes his tea and kisses Y/N on the forehead. 

“Hmm, maybe Garreth. I don’t know why, but I just have a feeling something would explode. However, that would also be quite funny. So, it’s something to think about,” Oninis nods as she talks. He crawls onto his side of the bed, opening his arms for her. She quickly finds her place next to him. 

“My mother would be so angry if anything were to happen that’s less than perfect,” Ominis whispers into Y/N’s hair. 

“Well, then, let’s hope for a small explosion,” Y/N says into Ominis’ chest. The two lay together, intertwined, warm, happy. Y/N can’t remember the time she had felt so free. Not having to hide her crush on the man she’s set to marry. It was so much easier for her to just… exist. 

“What shall we do today, my dove?” Ominis breaks the silence. 

“Maybe walk around the grounds. It’s always so peaceful this time of year,” Y/N closes her eyes and reminisces the old times they would walk around together. 

“That sounds rather lovely, my dove,” Ominis kisses Y/N’s head. 

“Maybe I can play piano for you today as well. I know your mother would be overjoyed.” Ominis continues to plant kisses on Y/N’s head. He can’t get enough of her. The scent of her freshly washed hair, her smooth skin, her voice. He was wholly overtaken by everything that is her. 

Y/N untangles her legs from Ominis’ and attempts to stand when Ominis’ grip around her waist tightens. 

“We should get up, love,” Y/N giggles. Ominis mumbled something and pulls Y/N closer to him. 

“You’re just so warm.” 

“If we get up, I can go play piano for you.”  Ominis smiles and quickly moves to get up. Y/N giggles and stands with him. She stretches as she stands. She moves to the dresser to get changed when Ominis came up behind her. He planted small kisses on her shoulders as he puts his hands on her hips. She laughs softly as she picks out clothes to wear. 

“Darling.”

“Yes?” Ominis says between kisses, leading up to her neck. 

“I need to get changed,” Y/N stated, leaning into his touch slightly.

“I can help you,” Ominis moves his hands off her hips and slowly brings her shirt over her head.

“My love,” Ominis ignores Y/N and kisses her shoulder again after throwing her shirt off into the room. He places kisses on her neck before biting softly. There was nothing Ominis wanted to do more than explore every inch of Y/N. Her skin was smoother than any silk he had ever known. Her scent of lavender flooded his senses. Her soft hair tickling his neck as he moved his fingers slowly down her back. It sent shivers down Y/N’s spine at his touch. He moves his fingers slowly, applying no pressure as he explores her back. 

Ominis hooks his fingers under the waistband of Y/N’s pajamas. He brings himself to his knees and slowly glides them down her legs. As his hands travel, he places kisses on her upper thighs and moves lower and he reveals more of her skin. As Y/N steps out of her pants, Ominis kisses her knees and travels up slightly. His hands roaming to her inner thighs and spreading her legs slightly. Y/N whimpers at his slow, teasing touch, the sound sending waves of euphoria through Ominis. He wanted to hear more of her. Needed to hear more of her. 

Heat rises to Y/N’s face as Ominis’ hands slowly roamed her body. His touch left burning trails wherever it went. She spread her legs more for him and gripped her wardrobe slightly to steady herself. Ominis slowly slid her underwear off of her, his touch made her body run hot. 

Ominis brought his head between her thighs, kissing and gently biting down on the soft skin. Whimpers spill out from Y/N’s lips as he slowly teases her. He slowly moves his hand closer to her center but pulls away every time her hips buck slightly.

“Is there something you want, love?” Ominis says between kisses.

“You know what I want,” She says through gritted teeth, attempting to keep her soft moans caused by his teasing at bay.

“Do I?” Ominis tilted his head teasingly, his fingers brushing her folds. She gasps and arches her back slightly.

“You’re so wet, love. Is this for me?” When Ominis doesn’t get an answer he slides his fingers inside her wet folds, she moans softly at the touch. Ominis brings his face up and slowly moves his tongue between her folds. He moves slowly when he gets to her clit, circling it slowly. Moans fall from Y/N’s lips from the relentless teasing. Every nerve she had in her body felt like it was on fire as she tilted her head back. 

“More,” Ominis didn’t need to be told twice, he gave in to her request despite wanting to take his time. He wanted her to feel everything she’s ever needed. Ever wanted. His head was dizzy from the sounds she was making. He smiled as he lapped at her with his warm tongue. He knew she hadn't felt this good before. No one else could make her feel this way. Just him. 

Y/N’s hands move to meet Ominis’ hair as he gently wrapped his lips around her clit and he sucked softly. She pulled slightly eliciting a moan from Ominis. The vibrations sending her deeper into a state of pleasure.

“Oh, Merlin…” Y/N’s voice trailed off, her breathing picking up as Ominis moves faster. He pulls away, moving his fingers to her clit, circling slowly. 

“I don’t think Merlin is the one making you feel this way, little dove.” Y/N’s face grew to a deeper blush. She had never seen Ominis so possessive, so… lustful.

“O-Ominis…” She moaned loudly as he moves his finger a bit faster, applying more pressure.

“Good girl,” He brings himself to stand, keeping his finger moving against her. He kisses her and Y/N can taste herself on his lips and tongue. She moans into the kiss which entices Ominis to move faster. He flips her around and stands behind her, moving his hands to where she needed him most. His other hand moving to her waist.

“You sound so pretty, love. I’m tempted to keep you like this all day,” Ominis dips his head down and kisses her neck. He bites down before moving to flatten his tongue against it. Y/N moans loudly and Ominis chuckles against her skin.

“Darling, my family is outside. They can hear how desperate you are for me.” Y/N tilts her head back against his shoulder and bites her lip, trying to stifle her moans. Ominis brings his free hand to her neck, squeezing softly, and leans in a bit to whisper in her ear.

“I didn’t tell you to be quiet, darling.” Y/N couldn’t help but moan when he quickened the pace. Ominis smiled softly before going back to kiss her shoulders. Stars started flooding Y/N’s vision as Ominis’ fingers danced across her clit perfectly. His hand cutting off just enough of her airflow that she could barely hold herself up. Her thighs started shaking slightly and Ominis bit down on her shoulder. Y/N moaned out for Ominis as she came. Ominis kept up the motions to help her ride out her orgasm. 

“You did so good, little dove,” he lets go of her next and places kisses on her shoulder and neck. He continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she came down. Her breathing slowly returning to normal. Y/N turned around, Ominis’ hands on her waist. She kisses him passionately, her tongue finding his. They pulled apart after a moment.

“Your turn,” Y/N smiled and slowly brought herself to her knees. 

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Later that day, Y/N found herself at the Gaunt’s piano. Her fingers gracing the piano as Ominis sat close by. His eyes closed as he relaxed in the lush chair. In moments like these, with Y/N, it was easy to get lost. The music carrying emotions that neither of them were saying, but could both feel. The love in Y/N’s heart being poured out as she played for him. Ominis could think back to the first time she played for him. She was so nervous but as soon as she began playing, he could tell her nerves had left her. The way she could put him at ease just by playing piano for him.

Y/N was the most precious thing in Ominis’ life. So full of life, beauty, and love. He knew he would do anything to protect her. He can’t help but think of how if they weren’t betrothed by an arranged marriage, they would still find each other. He could feel the warmth of her smile whenever she was happy. Her aura made it hard for him to stay away. Y/N wasn’t just his best friend, she was his love. She was everything he ever wanted. Now, he had her. 

Y/N loved everything about Ominis. The beauty marks that graced his face. His soft hands. His calm demeanor. How no matter what, he would drop everything for her. How she could show up at his dorm room, sobbing and he would sit with her in the common room until she calmed down. The way he would bring her things from Honeydukes ‘just because’. He knew how to make Y/N feel loved and cherished. There was nothing more she wanted than him. 

“My dove?” Ominis broke Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Yes, darling?” She looked over at him.

“Are you alright? You stopped playing,” Ominis walks over and kisses her head. She smiles softly.

“I’m alright, just got lost in thought.” Ominis nods and kisses her head again.

“Want to share?” He continues to press kisses into her head as his hands slowly rubbed her shoulders.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.” Ominis smiles and leans down to kiss Y/N.

“Well, I love you too, my darling.” He squats next to her, taking her face into his hands. Y/N giggles softly and kisses him again.

“Possibly, it was fate we were going to be betrothed,” Y/N says softly.

“I believe it was, my dove.” Ominis kisses her nose softly. Y/N smiles and kisses Ominis softly. Ominis deepens the kiss, bringing Y/N to stand. He pushes her softly against the piano and sits her atop it. The keys make a terrible chord as they’re pressed down. Y/N moans into the kiss as Ominis trails his fingers up her inner thigh. 

“Omi- I…” Y/N starts before Ominis cuts her off with another kiss.

“I know, love.” He deepens the kiss and explores her mouth with his tongue when he hears someone yell.

“For the love of Merlin! Not on the piano!” Y/N turns to see Ominis’ sister and awkwardly smiles.

“Oops…”

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Eleven

A/n: Didnt get much sleep, kept thinking about this fic and so I spent most of last night writing and decided to finish it up once I got home this eveninggg, hope it's up to standard x

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, food, touch of angst but when is there not with these two?

Masterlist

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I was guilt ridden.

I couldn’t help it. The sight of George leaving practically had me wanting to jump out of my seat simply to chase after him. I felt like such a bitch for even entertaining the idea of Sam, with him being sat right there beside me. Especially with us only just having reconnected.

I felt my heart shrivel up more and more the longer he was gone.

Matty’s giant huff retrieved me from my pool of culpability after a while, his eyes drifting between us. 

“Guess, I’ll go talk to him then.” He murmured as he pushed up out of the booth. He was gone before anyone else could even think to make an offer. Leaving only Ross and I to remain.

I chewed on the inside of my mouth, unable to do much else as a pair of claws dug their way into my mind. Ross took the moment to slide into George’s empty seat across from me, falling into my direct line of sight.

“You ever been broken up with?” I found myself asking him just as a few more people entered the restaurant. They created a little more noise which drowned out our conversation to anyone sat close by.

Ross pressed his lips together, clasped hands coming to rest on the tabletop between us. “Yeah? Think you’ve even been witness to a few.”

He quirked a smile over at me, probably in hopes to ebb some of the lingering tension, and I really tried to mimic it. If only to placate him.

I let go of the breath I'd been holding on to, looking at him properly now. “Alright, have you ever had a relationship like G and I's?”

Ross seemed to come up short at that and I watched him tilt his head ever so slightly to the left whilst he thought the unexpected question over.

After a moment he shook it, jutting his lip out as he shrugged at me. “Can’t say that I have. Seen it though, like with my mum and dad, Hann and Carls.”

I dipped my chin, gaze falling down to where my fingers were playing with a groove indented in the stained wood table. 

“I remember when I first met him, you know. G. He really didn’t like Matty.” I chuckled under my breath, recalling it all so vividly. “And Matt he’d been my best friend for ages, we’d always been proper close. And with something like that, there always comes this unspoken sort of code. Like there's a written rule that you automatically have to hate someone if they didn’t like your best mate. That sort of thing.”

Ross was nodding away at me, listening quietly.

“But George.” I sighed, “I couldn’t help but admire him you know? Matty’s always been this trapped ball of energy, and back then he’d always been looking for some sort of argument to start. It eased those nerves that were always there, I think. But G, he was gentle but so unafraid. He didn’t care that Matty was ‘Matty’, popular and well liked by everyone. He reckoned he was a proper twat and called him on it.”

Both Ross and I laughed then, probably both thinking back on the past. On the early days, before the band had properly formed.

“And when Matty roped him in as a drummer, I let myself become more aware of his presence. And we got close. Especially when Matty realised that girls had tits and would probably let him touch them if he was funny or charmin' enough. George was much less interested in all that. He was quiet, stoic. Mysterious. But I’d been quick in deducing him. I reckon he liked that, someone who didn’t comment on his silence, or call him out for being shy. ‘Cause he wasn’t.

“And looking back, I can see now that G was always more aware of things than what he made it seem. Like with my life at home- how he’d only ever be allowed over when mum was out, or how I always made you lot wait for me at the bottom of the road before school instead of knocking. He was smart like that, perceptive, I ‘spose. And so he spent more and more time hanging around me, a bit like an annoying fly at first. I used to get proper miffed over it. Complain to Matty constantly, but he’d always just laugh me off and claim that George was just an admirer. Harmless. And so I stopped talking to him about it and just let G tag along when and where he pleased.

“Don’t know when, but a little while after that I started to lean on him a bit. More than I should've. Reckon I wasn’t even aware of it though 'til it was too late. 'Til I realised how I felt. I depended on him always being there. And in the time we’d been together- and yes, I'm definitely counting the days when we used to run circles around each other, too scared to say anything- he’d just become my person, you know? He was my truth in a world full of lies.”

I exhaled slowly, the sound as heavy as it felt. Ross was watching me again, I don’t think he’d actually looked away in the time I’d spent talking, and so when he took my hands in his I sent a teary smile his way. Sniffing and unable to help myself.

“When he ended things.” I had to shake my head, still finding it hard to talk about even months later. “I questioned everything. Just kept on asking myself what'd happened, agonising over what I’d done wrong. Why he’d just leave out of nowhere. ‘Cause that’s honestly how it felt. One day we were fine, laughing, kissing,  just happy. And then the next… he was telling me he couldn’t do it anymore, that he was headed out to LA to work on the next album and wanted to explore his options.”

I had to pause then, breath hitching. Ross’s grip tightened, as though he could sense all the hurt I was holding back at having to utter the next words I was about to say. 

“He claimed he loved me, just that- he wasn’t in love with me. Not anymore.”

The choked sob that slipped from my lips was followed by a self depreciating chuckle and I had to pull away from Ross’s hold to wipe at my eyes.

“God, I’m sorry.” I sniffed to him, trying to smile even though my heart was well and truly broken.

Ross shook his head, leaning in closer to reassure me. “No need to be sorry. Just wish I’d’ve known how much it messed you up.”

His voice was small, soothing. I focused on it, on him. Just breathing. In and out. 

“Honestly?" He continued on, "I’d always figured that it’d been mutual. That you’d both sort of wanted to take a bit of a break, see what you’d missed out on having been together so long. But, this… if I’d known, I swear would’ve-”

Ross clenched his teeth, his hands fisted, and I had to laugh, because if I didn't I'd cry. I reached out to lay a hand over his.

“It’s fine, Ross.” I told him sincerely, “Well, it isn’t. But things happen, don’t they? And soon enough, I’ll be fine too.”

—MATTY’S POV—

Stepping out into the evening chill, Matty’s eyes were immediately drawn to the hunched figure that sat on the curb. He drew his cigarette pack from his coat pocket as he made his way on over, noting how George seemed to be toggling with his lighter.

“Thought you came out here for a fag?” Matty commented, making an ‘ah’ sort of sound when he perched down beside the drummer, both legs pulled in towards his chest. He plucked a cigarette from his own carton, tucking it behind his ear, and then took another between his fingers, letting it dangle there from the hand he’d rested on the jut of his knee. Just on the seams of George’s peripheral. 

George didn’t say much. Merely flicked his lighter closed. It was an old metal one he’d had since forever, one Matty often saw him fiddling with, whether it was on the bus, before a set, or alone in his bunk. In recent months it’d made more of an appearance.

Matty made a small movement of his wrist and that was all it took before George was taking the offered cigarette from him. The drummer raised it to his lips and lit it with an expert sort of ease. Matty followed and the two of them allowed the driving cars to pass them by.

On an inhale, Matty had finally had enough of the silence. But he supposed that with George he’d sort of just gotten used to it, to them communicating with the odd smile or pained expression. This wasn’t one of those times.

“You gonna say summat then? Or you just gonna keep being miserable?” He pushed, rolling his head over towards his mate. He wasn't about to let the whole thing go. Not without a reason. “‘Cause, if I remember rightly, you’re the one who wanted to tag along. I told you she’d be here, didn’t I? Said it'd be hard, awkward. But you still came-”

He was cut off then.

“Yeah, I know.” George interrupted, though he seemed to be doing an awful lot of that tonight. “Thanks for the reminder, yeah? But if you’re just gonna bitch, can you do it elsewhere?”

Matty made a face. He’d almost forgotten how much of a moody git the bastard could be. “Nah, fine here, thanks. Wanna know what that was all about though, in there.”

George went for another drag, continuing the staring competition he’d started with the off-licence opposite.

“G, come on, man. Why you acting like such an arse? Nothing even happened.”

George scoffed. “Hm, didn’t seem that way.”

Matty fought the urge to clap the twat on the back of his head. “Mate, you ended things with her. Not the other way round. You ain’t got the right to act all pissy about some lad flirting with her.”

“You think I don’t know that?” George spat back, smoke clouding him, hazing in the frigid air around them. “Still fucking hurts though.”

There was a long pause then as Matty took his words in. Confused, he stubbed out his butt on the curb's edge and pivoted towards him.

“What’s that meant to mean?”

George’s eyes closed and he released a drawn out breath. Matty observed him, seeing the tension that lined his jaw and hunched his shoulders, the slight hollow of his face that gave way to the fact that he was chewing on the insides of his cheeks, the way his fingers twitched and a frail ember fluttered towards the ground, dying on the roadside.

Matty realised how much of a prat he'd been. Wondered how he hadn't seen it sooner.

“You still love her.” Matty breathed out into the unanswered silence, his surprise evident.

George turned his face away.

“You still love her, don’t you?” He pressed further, forearms now on his knees to brace himself as he leant in closer. “G. Answer me.”

George’s free hand shot up to rub at his eyes, then at the bridge of his nose. He flicked the remnants of his cigarette away and hastily made his way to his feet. Matty was quick to follow, frowning as the two of them got caught in a standstill. He grabbed hold of George’s arm just before the drummer could turn away from him. Shut him out again, like he’d been doing so effortlessly for the past few months.

“Don’t swan away like nothing’s happened. Answer me, man. Do you or do you not still love her?”

George’s eyes were shining under the streetlamp, his emotions only further illuminated by the oncoming headlights of a string of cars. His face said it all, but Matty had to know, to hear him say it.

“Of course I fucking do.” George laughed pitifully, shaking his head before he glanced up towards the sky. “How could I not?”

—

Matty returned a short while later, alone. I peered over his approaching shoulder for any signs of the moody drummer but was left unfulfilled.

Thankfully Ross was the one to ask the burning question I was dying to know.

“Where’s G?”

An explosive sigh fell from Matty’s lips as he resettled himself in the booth. “Went home. Wanted an early night.”

My heart plummeted. Shattering on the floor by my feet once more, after having been held by the one and only George Daniel again.

“Oh yeah?” Ross hummed conspiratorially, but Matty was saved from his probing the minute dessert arrived, alongside Sam.

“A sundae and tiramisu for the bearded fella. Then for the artsy bloke, one hot chocolate.” Sam charmed as he handed out our order. His eyes fell on me next, his grin warm as he passed me my plate. “And a sweet brownie for the sweetheart in black.”

I smiled and thanked him softly. Blushing lightly at the comment, which was new for me.

After I’d plopped the plate down, I caught sight of Matty’s slight scowl when his flicking of the sugar sachets drew my attention. Ross thanked Sam profusely for the sweet treats and the man merely chuckled at him in amusement.

“Cheers. Can we get the bill now?” Matty said offhandedly, not even sparing Sam the courtesy of a glance and only further drowning the mood by acting all pissy.

“Um," Sam mumbled out, hesitant, but then he carried on like nothing was a bother. "No worries, mate. I’ll send it on over now.” He looked at me once more before he backed away.

“What’s with you?” I asked Matty quietly, Ross lost to his tray of desserts.

“Just tired.” Was all he said, shrugging the question off, “You alright?”

Matty seemed to perk up a little then, swivelling in his chair to better see me.

I didn’t really know how to answer him so instead I toyed with one of the serviettes.

“Is there any real way to answer that?” I laughed defeatedly, “I mean, I don’t know, Matty. Why'd you even bring him with you in the first place?”

“He’s our mate.” Matty quipped in a strange defensive tone, one I reeled back from slightly, and he must’ve noticed because he slumped away too, opting to swirl the marshmallow’s floating in his drink around. “Just, he’s having a hard time of it too.”

I scoffed, turning away.

“No really.” Matty was quick to iterate to me, I shrugged off the hand that came to rest on my shoulder. 

“What’s he got to feel crap about? I bet he’s been living it up large out in LA, fucking models, dating other musicians. Free from the likes of me.”

Matty frowned but it was Ross who jerked a long spoon over at me. I raised a brow.

“You keep mentioning LA, but… G’s not been to LA once since the split. Tour’s been in Europe and before that, he’d been kipping on my sofa.”

I blinked. Suddenly baffled.

“What?”

Ross just nodded though, seemingly unaware of my frail state. “Yeah, was gonna ask earlier but well, you know. Then you said it again and I had to ask.”

“Hang on, wait a sec. What has he been doing the last six months then if he's not been in LA?” 

I pitted the question towards the both of them. They were his bandmates, they were all extremely close with one another in the very weirdest but best sort of way. If anyone knew what George had been up to, it’d be them.

“Well?”

Matty and Ross appeared to share a look between them but before I could intercept it, Matty answered me.

“I think this is a conversation best left for him, love.”

My mouth worked to say a word or two, to argue, but I could only stare at him.

My entire world had been thrown off balance. Six months had been and gone, and the entire time George had been living just around the corner. LA had been a lie, moving on had been a lie, I couldn’t fathom it. He’d actually lied to me. The only person I’d ever counted on to tell me the truth without fail. And he’d lied, right to my face. 

I sat back in the booth. Head reeling.

I had to ask myself, what else had he been lying about?

—

I don’t know how or why. But for some reason or other, I’d ended up outside a house I didn’t recognise.

It was just on the outskirts of Hampstead, a two-storey town house with a small gated front garden and a white stoop. I blinked up at it, unsure on whether the directions Ross had given me were even right. But no, here I was stood outside number 12. And I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

Before I could lose my nerve I quickly slipped past the iron wrought gate and up the steps. Berating myself all the while, but unable to stop my feet. 

One of the upstairs lights were on, so I could only assume that someone had to be home, which only fuelled my nerves. But I swallowed thickly and let my fingertips reach out to grasp the knocker, letting it ring out twice.

I had to take a step back. Actually, I’d almost jumped back in my haste to do so, and was quick to save myself from falling down the flight I’d just climbed, breathing heavily at the sudden scare.

I knew my anxiety was palpable, so much so I was actually starting to feel hot even in the cold, but I chose to wrap my arms further around myself anyway to keep the wind from nipping at my skin and to hopefully ground myself some more.

Nervous was the farthest thing from how I felt, as a matter of fact I don’t think anyone had yet to come up with an adjective to describe the torment I was internally facing. And as I waited, it only seemed to grow. Festering beneath the surface.

I startled slightly at the sound of the door’s hinges and my eyes snapped up to meet his in the dim light. Thankfully, George only looked surprised to see me, but I wasn’t too sure how long that would last. 

He stepped a tad out to cast a glance down at the rest of the street before his gaze zeroed in on me again. “How're you even here?”

“Ross.” I shrugged, toeing the tiles outside his front door in my highly strung state.

George huffed out a small, very subtle chuckle. I watched him for a moment, seeing how he’d propped himself up in the doorway, eyes moving as he thought things over for a second.

I swallowed again and cleared my throat, bringing him back to the present. Seeing as I was still stuck outside and it was still freezing. “Um, can I come in then?”

He seemed to remember himself, blinking before he hurried to wave me inside. “Yeah, yeah ‘course.”

I dipped my head at him and gave him a tiny brief smile as I stepped over the threshold. Somewhat grateful for the warmth the hallway gave me when he shut the door behind us.

I felt rather out of place in that next moment. As though I was overstepping, trespassing into the life he’d built without me. Still, I let my eyes wander, taking in the narrow hallway.

A tall coat cupboard was kept opposite, and he had a pretty trinket bowl on top of the radiator cover he seemed to be using as an entrance side-table. A couple pairs of shoes littered the wooden floors just before the staircase and I could just make out the beginnings of a kitchen table at the end of the walkway even in the dark.

George spoke first, “You can hang your coat up if you want.”

Apparently, he was just as bad at hiding how he felt about all this too. Nervous and unsure as he nodded over towards the cupboard. I followed his suggestion and slipped my jacket off, leaving me in the thin long-sleeved tee I’d thrown on that morning. I silently prayed that it had no noticeable stains or anything, unable to remember on whether or not I’d picked it up out of the clean pile of washing. I tugged at my sleeve.

“Um, you just caught me rolling.” George then mentioned, gesturing upwards. “You wanna follow me up?”

I hurried to nod at the question and kicked off my boots, then up we went, the stairs creaking beneath our shared weight.

The house was mostly empty. I noticed that only a sparse number of pictures littered the place, all of them simply standing instead of mounted to the walls. I saw myself in one or two, but those were just of the five of us, or other group photos. None of just him and I. There were also no posters in sight. Though George had a few ornaments to offer his guests, most of which I recognised, but even then they were placed wherever; a giraffe wearing sunglasses waited at the top of the stairs and a couple of awards took up space on the landing’s shelf as we made our way past.

There were four doors up here, two of which were closed, one that revealed a spacious bathroom, and the last that George led me into. I supposed to most it would’ve been used as another bedroom or an office of sorts, but George had turned it into a studio. 

The walls had been padded with soundproof squares and it housed a large table that had been crammed with a deck as well as other essentials such as a mixing board and a dozen other things I couldn’t begin to name.

A sofa took up the far wall, softened by a bundle of blankets and pillows that reminded me of mornings when I’d wake up to find George fast asleep on the settee after he’d been up producing all night. 

His trusty laptop was on the end of it, alongside a pair of headphones, newer than the last one’s I’d seen him with. He had a fridge up here too and I didn’t even need to open it to know what it was stocked with. 

In the centre of the room though, there was a square coffee table. It appeared sort of antique, mid-century maybe what with the tiled top and dark wood. It was pretty, very George. It was also very much like George to be using it to roll his joints. I withheld a snort.

“Um, you can just sit anywhere.” The man who plagued my thoughts said then, picking up an empty cider can and tossing it into the bin before he moved to fix the sofa up for me. 

So that’s where I ended up, on the end just by the window whilst George shuffled his things around so that he could roll and talk to me at the same time. He ended up tossing a cushion onto the rug covered floor beside the coffee table a foot away from my socked feet. I pulled them up under me to give him more space.

“You left.” I said to fill the quiet which had enveloped us, but my words sounded loaded even to my own ears. So I hurried to explain, “I just, I mean- you left without saying goodbye is all.”

George’s eyes were on his papers and the small bag he held but I knew that his attention was on me. He licked at his lower lip, then nodded once. “Was tired, long day and that.”

I hummed, fiddling with the cushion I’d since pulled into my lap. “Matty mentioned that you wanted an early night. Wasn’t sure if I’d be waking you to be honest.”

I was laying out a trap and we both knew it.

“You know how I get. Got in and sleep felt like the last thing on my mind.” George shrugged, crumbling away now as he lined the paper.

I narrowed my eyes at him, not that he was aware of it. “So it wasn’t ‘cause of the bad mood you were in?”

He pursed his lips, he didn’t like being called out so blatantly. Even so he still wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Didn’t think you’d even notice to be honest.” 

I knew then that he was talking about the waiter and had to bite back the sarky response that poisoned the tip of my tongue.

“Pretty hard no to.” I murmured instead, glancing down towards the cushion to avoid seeing him look so unbothered by me.

I took the second to calm myself, lessening the hurricane my mind often span itself into before I took a deep breath and chanced a look back up at him. His joint had since been rolled and I berated myself for having missed it, it was one of my favourite pastimes, watching him roll.

George though, he held it in his lap now, waiting to be lit whilst he set his eyes on me.

My heart started to pound and I was honestly left feeling a tad worried for it, seeing as it’d really been through the wringer these last few days. But his eyes were on me and how could it not react to that?

“What about that other lad?”

I raised my eyebrows over at him, “What, Sam?”

He turned away, nose wrinkling somewhat as he reached across the table for his lighter. It was the metal one I’d gifted him more than a decade ago now. One that had formally belonged to my dad. A massive part of me wanted to reach out for it, to touch and make sure it was the very same. But I didn’t dare. I was just surprised to note that he’d kept it this long, let alone after the split. 

I hadn’t thought about it in forever.

I swallowed past the many feelings the sight of the lighter had roused, and formed another reply for him. One that might get him to answer me.

“He was just that, George. Another lad.” I looked down at him, watched as he sparked the lighter to start a flame and brought it to his lips.

“Seemed pretty keen.”

I wanted to groan at his indifferent responses. Had he always been this difficult? This dense?

“Yeah well, you seem pretty jealous for someone who supposedly doesn't care.” I sniped back, unable to help that one.

George’s jaw tightened but he inhaled and it loosened a fraction as a breath of smoke pooled from his mouth. He didn’t offer me a reply.

I huffed. Then moved from my seated position, reaching out across the room to steal the joint from between his lips. It was his next movement that stopped me short, he took hold of my wrist and dragged me closer. My eyes widened and I wondered if he was even aware of the proximity he’d created. 

“What’s this?” His brow had fallen into a deep furrow now as he looked my injured finger over, resting the lit joint in a nearby ashtray just as I slowly brought myself down to my knees.

I was a little startled by the change in pace, to be truthful. And so I didn’t have many words to give him. I seemed to snap out of it though when his dark eyes darted up to meet mine. He raised a brow. 

“Work.” I told him quietly, “Pair of scissors, it was an accident.”

“Deep?” George questioned me, I shrugged. “You take care of it?” I nodded at him. “Properly?”

I forced out a depleted chuckle, “Yes. Delia did. Cleaned it up nice and proper for me. Reckoned it didn’t even need stitches.”

He was already picking at the plaster before he even asked, “Can I take a look?”

I attempted to pull my hand away, but he just held on tighter and deadened his expression, not entirely pleased. How had we gone from walking on eggshells around each other to this?

“Why? I told you it’s fine!” I reasoned with him, but he merely blinked back at me. I sighed. “Alright, but only if you have something to cover it back up with. Blood makes me-”

“Squirmy.” George finished for me and I shivered at the thought. He shook his head but I was sure I’d seen the tiniest of smirks. “And I do. A box of plasters from where I sliced up my hand the other week.”

He released my hand just as my face fell into a pensive frown and went to stand.

“How’d you slice your hand?” I asked him, raising my voice so that he could hear me better as he puttered out of the room and towards the bathroom I’d seen.

“Cooking!” George called back and my frown only deepened.

“Cooking?” I murmured to myself, baffled or bewildered I wasn’t sure. In all the time I’d known George not once had I been witness to him in the kitchen. He could hardly even brew a semi-decent tea!

I listened to him moving things around in his search for the plasters, but he was back before I knew it. Only, he seemed to pause for a split second at the sight of me sat near the coffee table, as though he’d forgotten where he’d left me.

“Found ‘em?”

My question set him back in motion and he gave a jerky nod, though he was more warier of his movements when he retook his previous position on the cushion. He motioned for me to hold out my hand and I did so, lips pursing as he peeled away the previous tape.

“Ooh, that’s a pretty sight.” George hissed quietly through his teeth, looking the wound over.

I only stretched to glance at it briefly when he said that, having been rather content with turning the other cheek whilst he got a proper look at it. It was grim to say the least. The middle still clotted with dry blood, its edges white and pale.

“Oh! Fuck.” I grimaced at the sight, darting my eyes away quick as I could. “Is it really that bad?”

George’s light titter danced around the room, I felt his thumb brush against the skin near the cut and had to withhold another shiver. “It’s a bit deep but you were right about not needing any stitches. Though, if you’d’ve gone to A&E they’d’ve probably glued it shut.”

“So it'll scar?” I found myself asking and George’s hesitant pause gave me my answer. “It’s fine," I said, "not as though I’ve not got any others.”

The sound of the box drew my attention back over to him, though I was mindful to keep my eyes from looking at my finger again. He was fiddling with the box now, trying to release a plaster with his free hand instead of just making things easier for himself and simply letting go of my hand to grab at it. I didn’t comment on it though, letting him do as he pleased whilst I angled myself closer to reach for his smouldering joint.

His gaze found mine just as I brought it to my lips, inhaling slowly. I gave him an impish grin when I caught him, “Waste not want not, right? Besides it’ll help keep my mind off of the pain.”

George snorted, still watching me thought he’d gotten a plaster free. “What pain? You big baby.”

I narrowed my eyes and took another drag, holding it out towards him once he’d ripped the plaster from its seal by using his teeth. He appeared grateful for it.

“What’s sanitary about that?” I asked.

He merely chuckled in retort, eyes honed in on my cut now. His hold on my hand was firm but careful, and he was so very gentle with me, especially when he dragged his thumb across the back of the plaster to adhere it.

I put the joint back in the ashtray then, scared I’d do something stupid like drop it on George’s nice rug or choke on my next inhale. Even more so when my breathing stuttered the moment he brought his lips to my hand to kiss its palm.

“Alright, you're good to go.” George told me quietly, glancing up at me then through dark lashes. I struggled to regulate my heartbeat. Christ, the poor thing.

I swallowed instead, pulling my hand away when he dropped his stare and started to round up the plaster’s scraps. 

Coughing faintly into the back of my wrist, I went to move back to where I’d been sat previously, the sofa looking much larger now that I knew I’d be sitting on it alone again.

“Erm, forgot to ask if you wanted anything. A drink maybe?” George mentioned, breaking the silence.

I looked about the space, not sure why but perhaps simply for something to do. “Yeah, uh sure. What’ve you got?”

George’s mouth quirked to one side and I watched as he moved over towards the fridge to pull a can out of its bottom drawer. I shook my head at the familiar sight of a Diet Coke in his hand.

“Ta.” I chuckled, taking it from him when he extended an arm out towards me.

“Always have ‘em in there. Not sure why, no one really drinks them. Force of habit maybe.”

He shrugged it off like it was nothing but I couldn’t do the same, for some reason he still bought my favourite drink to fill his fridge with.

It made me wonder what else he might still pick up whilst shopping, if he ever thought of us arguing over the types of milk when he walked through the dairy aisle. Or if he stopped by the strawberries on the way in, debating over whether or not to pick them up seeing as I was the only one who ever seemed to eat them. Though, he claimed they were his favourite.

I realised that I’d been looking at the can for far too long, the chill from the fridge causing it to perspire and produce water droplets which clung to my hand.

“You still with me, Birdie?” George mocked, stubbing out whatever remained of his joint, though I did note the faint waft of smoke that now lingered around him.

“Yeah.” I answered, shaking away my thoughts and went to return to the sofa. Only, I couldn’t bring myself to.

George’s face changed when I dropped back to the floor, though it was only for a moment, and then he was padding over to join me, tossing another cushion my way. It was a silent gesture but one that had me smiling.

“So, why’re you here really?”

I hadn’t expected him to be so blunt about it, but he’d reclaimed his seat, arms wrapped around the knee he’d since pulled into his chest, and was surveying my reaction.

I shrugged. “Truth?”

The look on his face was well worth the sting of the icy knife that pierced its way through my chest from using that word.

Liar. My heart wanted to scream. My mouth struggling not to accuse him of all the things I’d learnt tonight.

“Truth.” George whispered back to me.

“I want to know what really happened.”

George’s brow pinched, he inclined his head. “What do you mean? When what happened?”

My eyes met his straight on. There was no worming our way out of this.

“The night you finished with me. I want to know what really happened.”

Part twelve>

#the 1975 #george daniel #george daniel the 1975 #george daniel fic #george 1975 #george daniel x reader #matty #matty healy #george daniel x you #1975 #best friend matty #the 1975 band #fic #adam hann #ross macdonald #carly holt #1975 band #matty 1975 #series #work #exes to lovers #y/n #reader #multi part fic #x you #x reader #angst #laugh #fluff #humor

[lyrichi]

I know that this account was suppose to turn into a shitpost headcannon account but y'all I fucking love chemistry so much I can't even

Like sometimes I wish that there were fics of MC in obey me verse just doing chemistry with Solomon

For one I'm down bad

And for 2 I LOVE CHEMISTRY 🥺

Like my fucking chem final is in a few hours and we get to make one paper of a cheet sheet

so I fucking crammed last night and did all of the imporntatnt chapter shit from my notes and the textbook

Back to om for a sec tho I'd totally write a fic abt MC just loving chem as much as I do but like idk the chem in devildom is dif for some reason so they have to relearn shit but also teach people human chem

Like bro I love chem sm 😭😭

I already have some ideas about what could be dif between the two realms;

The periodic table could be different because of exposure to different substances and elements, which in turn makes the organisation different

Like the transition metals are larger, the man-made elements don't exist, the F block is way smaller/larger because of the exposure to different substances,

Exposure to elements are higher - for example, exposure and access to elements like Argon and ones w higher atomic masses and such are easier to find and use in experiments

The safety protocols are WAY dif, like in chem classes they don't even have the fuckin lab safety thing doesn't exist (because they're fucking demons) so things are a lot more reckless

Labs tend to be -- bigger? Like more combustion and danger involved, rather than labs that'd be seen in high school chem classes (mixing Calcium Chloride and Magnesium Sulfate for example)

Yeah man idfk I just love chem

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Ooh here are some little snippets 😍

Solomon and MC get paired together in a chem class with not very many instructions, only being told to make an explosion with the least amount of substances. So what do they do? Pour Lithium into water

At some point after MC decides to really live-in their room in the HoL (cause like really they're sleeping in the fucking hotel guest room) they receive some chemistry equipment from Solomon. One night they don't come down for dinner and one of the bros (you choose who) comes to see what's up and they just find MC hunched over their desk trying to organise substances without cross contaminating anything, which is very hard when most things come looking like cocaine

Alternatively, it's the middle of the day and they're doing some experiment involving having to force copper to oxidize, and somehow they make the air in their room extremely explosive (think that one scene in The Martian book) After realising this, they leave their room and sit outside their door while trying to air out their room. (Fan on high, windows open all the way, door open, etc) They get questioned, yadda yadda yadda, they get banned from doing experiments in the house

Fun one; they make elephant toothpaste for Luke after he asked about what they do

Super fun one; they pull a Nile Red and do some crazy shit like make paint thinner into soda and have one (or more) of the characters drink it and half way through them drinking it MC just goes "it's actually paint thinner"

MC correcting the shit out of a teacher in RAD and somehow ending up teaching the class. Then there's a video found online of MC teaching the class and they become the resident chemistry nerd and get paid to do other people's work (before Lucy shuts it down 🙄)

Yeah uh

I don't know man I wrote like half of this at like 7 in the morning before my chem final and my brain is still on chem

I'm on break now so I can do whatever I want now but yk

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Oh yeah here are some clarification things for those who have no clue abt terminology 😭

Transition metals are the columns in the periodic table between column 2 and 13, it's the metals like silver, gold, copper, tungsten, etc

The F block is the elements shoved underneath the rest of the table that realistically start in column 2

More for curious people; mixing CaCl2 and MgS gives you a precipitate (solid) and liquid - more specifically MgCl2 and CaS (this is without balancing them)

Lithium explodes in water - don't listen to google when it says to wash it off your hands with water

Oxidizing copper will basically change its color and make it rust

You make elephant toothpaste by mixing dry yeast, warm water, dish soap, and 3% hydrogen peroxide

wooo ok

Yeah that's it idk I love chemistry it's so fun

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aight

If anyone's interested in my chem cram sheet lmkkk <33333

drink your dihydrogen monoxide <3

Edit;

Here's my cram sheets for those who want it

#dude I love chemistry #chemistry #rant post #kind of #anyway #obey me crack #obey me solomon #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me luke #obey me shitpost

[flightfoot]

So I have no idea how asks work, I hope o am doing the right thing.

Sooooo any miraculous fan fiction suggestion? Maybe something chloe focused? Because I am basically running out of fic about that on ao3,butaybe maybe maybe you can help me? Thank you!!!!!!!!!!(oh and thank you even if you don't aswer oh and sorry if I am disturbing you!!!!!)

Have a nice day :)

I'm happy to help! I read a crapton of Miraculous fics so I can help. I'm glad you specified Chloe fics because well, I need something to go off of.

Oh yeah, it probably goes without saying if you know me at all, but none of these fics will demonize Alya, Adrien, the class, any of that sort. I don't tolerate those fics.

So first of all, @generalluxun really likes to write Chloe fics, so looking through his AO3 page is probably a good idea. I Won't Let You, which is a one-shot of Felix and Chloe talking at the Hawkmoth defeat party, empathizing with each other's circumstances, is a particular favorite of mine, if you want a taste.

Now onto the rest of the fic recs!

well somewhere along the way our words I must've gotten lost by @noirshitsuji

Beelya where Queen Bee visits the Césaire house after Alya writes an article about her fighting Mr. Pigeon alone. Normally Chloé would like the publicity but Alya had titled it ‘The Birds and the Bees’. After that she ends up coming back to complain about her mother. And her father. And about the fact that her oldest friend seems uncomfortable around her. Her visits becomes weekly, then almost nightly. (Don’t forget to include Chloé redemption (and some “Bee Movie” jokes).) * Alya isn’t quite sure how she ended up here, in a place where she isn’t even surprised Chloé would seek her out to talk about her dad, where she wouldn’t even mind her doing so, where she would expect it, where she would– (–thud. She might be in trouble.)

I loved seeing Alya's and Chloe's relationship grow and change through the years here, becoming closer and trusting each other more!

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Can't Sleep Either, Huh? by EmeraldButterfly

Chloe gets up late at night. Turns out she’s not the only one who’s worried about Pollen. (AU where former Miraculous holders have an empathetic link with their kwamis)

This one's really short, but I love Zoe and Chloe comforting each other, since they can both feel what Pollen's going through at Monarch's hands over the link.

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at our wedding by @anna-scribbles

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.” // Adrien and Chloé, wedding planning through the years.

This one's great for seeing how Adrien's and Chloe's relationship in particular has changed over the years, though Felix is involved a lot as well.

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Restorative Justice by @kasienda

Chloé has never been a fan of Ms. Bustier’s community building activities. In fact, she detests them. She doesn’t want to learn about the drab boring lives of her peers. And she absolutely can’t stand it when their confessions make her feel things. Feelings that she doesn’t even have names for. But when Adrien unknowingly shares his struggles with his double life, Chloé vows she will do anything to get Ladybug to set things right. Even if it means pissing off the heroine. Chloé was already mad at her anyway.

I love this, everyone sits down in a circle and talks about their feelings and problems and work on making things BETTER, on healing and fixing things.

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This last one is a special treat, it's one of the best Miraculous fics I've ever read (and that is saying a LOT).

Hold Me By Both Hands by @angelofthequeers

“I know he said never to take you back,” Plagg mutters. “But he’d change his tune if he knew.” He looks Adrien straight in the eye and, more serious than Adrien’s ever seen him before, says, “There’s someone you gotta meet. He’s been looking for that book for ages.” How differently might the events of season 2 have gone if Adrien had also known of Master Fu from the start?

This is a rewrite of seasons 2 and 3, with Lila being active and sneakier, Adrien not being left in the dark, and everyone talking things out a lot more. I ADORE the interweaving plot threads of this fic, it's fairly episodic in nature and it packs a lot into its word count.

The single best plotline it has, and the one that shoots it up to the top of my list of best ML fics, is its Chloe Redemption plotline.

Basically, Adrien says he won't be friends with Chloe unless she starts treating people decently, and so, taking this to heart, she goes looking for help in learning how to do that because well, she doesn't want to lose Adrien. So naturally, she goes to Marinette.

Marinette helps, but there are no shortcuts here. If you've seen The Good Place, Chloe's character arc here is a lot like Eleanor's was there, with her not only needing to learn how to be nicer to people, but t find reasons to WANT to be a better person, outside of simply wanting to avoid a bad outcome. I literally wrote an essay about Chloe's character development in this fic, THAT'S how much I loved it.

Anyway, seriously, check this fic out!

#ask #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic rec #chloe bourgeois

[soap143]

heyy! I saw your requests are open, was wondering if you could write a 3racha tickle fic with cute lee!han, maybe one where they come into his room and practically BEG him to let them tickle him cause they miss his cute laugh HAHA but turns out he doesn't really need that much convincing cause he's been waiting for his hyungs to wreck him for a while now and was just top shy to ask 🥺

Idk, I read on your bio that you're still figuring this whole thing out so I thought if I suggested some ideas it could help, but you do what's most comfortable for you!! Love your writing, have a good day 🩷

I am genuinely kicking my feet, swirling my hair and giggling rn. I did figure it out and I will try my best. Thank you so much anon! 🙂 Btw I don’t know anything about their living space and what they do during the day (apart from dance practice and just music stuff). Remember that this is purely fiction

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Missed you

Lee!Han

Ler!Chan and Changbin

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Stray Kids had been working extra hard these past few days, especially 3racha. They just had to make sure their new comeback was perfect and would leave their fans satisfied (and it will!). The infamous trio had already had a few sleepless nights, leaving them exhausted, so, when they were informed that this day was completely free from work, they were sure as hell happy.

The group decided to only rest this day, considering how productive they had been all week long. Jeongin, Seungmin and Hyunjin planned to spend the day snacking and cuddling while finishing up the kdrama they had started a few weeks ago, but were forced to temporarily pause because of all the work they had. Minho and Felix wanted to go to a local bakery for breakfast and just chill and peacefully walk around the city, leaving 3racha mostly alone in the dorms, considering the other three boys would be too invested in the TV show to notice anything they would do.

Obviuosly, after a few sleepless nights, the only thing on their mind was to nap for most of the day. However, Han was convinced in sleeping alone in his room that he shared with Seungmin (he probably doesn’t but let’s pretend he does). Chan and Changbin were a little suspicious but too tired to care.

The hyungs of 3racha only slept for about an hour before they both agreed that they needed Han to sleep in the same bed as them. His presence was important, ok? “Let’s go to his room, I’m pretty sure he pushed both beds together to sleep better” Changbin groggily said “Um… I’m not sure, he seemed like he didn’t want to be disturbed…” Chan answered as he shoved his head into Changbins chest, bear hugging him with his arms and legs “Pleaaase, Channie hyungggg…!” the shorter boy whined “Noooooo Changbin hyungggg” the kangaroo giggled as he pressed Changbin closer to him, suffocating said boy in the process “Nohohoho, C-Chahan I can’t breath~” Chan just giggled and nuzzled his head into the crook of Binnies’ neck. When the chocolate bar boy did that, it immediately reminded Changbin of Han — he would love shoving his face into all kind of crooks, he said that it was more comfortable that way “Let’s go to Hannies room now! I miss him too much!” Chan gave in with a loud groan on the side of Changbins neck, making him giggle “Alright, you win, let’s go”

Han was laying in his bed, which was now double the size, considering that he had pushed both of the beds in his room together. Nonetheless, he just couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how big and comfortable his sleeping space was. He groaned loudly and flopped around. Since today was supposed to be a rest day, he couldn’t annoy anyone to get what he wanted so badly. Chan and Changbin were sleeping and he wouldn’t dare to disturb the remaining three boys in the dorm. So, he had no other choice other than just lay sorounded by darkness and suffer. Sounds dramatic, but it’s true.

“Be quiet! I’m about to open it!” Chan whisper yelled “I am being quiet!” “Just shut up for once, goddamit!” the aussie slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He expected to see Jisung fast asleep, but was surprised to find him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling “Gosh, who hurt you, mate?” Chan giggled as he ran and jumped on top of his bandmate, Changbin laying on top of them all “Why are you here?! I was sleeping!~” “Yeah, yeah, of course you were” “You seemed to invested in the ceiling to care about sleep!” “Ugh, just shut up!” “We miss your laugh!” “Yeah, I haven’t been able to hear it this past week! Why are you so grumpy?” Changbin said poking the very bottom of the human tower (aka Han)”Gahaha don’t do that, tell me a joke instead to make me laugh!” “Oh, I didn’t know you were ticklish, Hannie~” Chan said, poking both sides of his body with his fingers “AHaha no, please~” the other two boys simply smiled, looking at eachother with mischievous smirks.

They both slowly got off the poor boy, trying to not be suspicious. To be honest, Han knew what was coming, in fact, he was waiting for it to happen, the dark room only fueling his anticipation. He was too tired to even stop them, or maybe he just wanted them to do it. Usually, nobody would even ask before starting the merciless attack. However, Chan and Changbin must have noticed that Jisung was not going to stop them, so they decided to tease him a bit “Hey Hannie…~” “Watcha doing?~” the quokka cocked his eyebrow in suspicion “I know that this week has been very complicated and that we’ve all been working very hard without any time to spare, but that doesn’t mean that you get to be grumpy and not laugh for a whole week straight” Chan said with a teasing voice “And uh, w-where are you going with this…?” “Can we tickle you?” “Pleahehease~~” Han was thankful that the room was dark, because he was more red than a tomato “W-whahat, no! Obviously no!” oh please do “Pleasepleasepleaseplease can weeeeeeee, we promise not to touch again for the rest of our lives” “Ummm… No” the dweakki started flopping around while whining like a child “Please please please plehehehehease! I swear Hahahan Jisuhuhng~~~~” the poor boy didn’t know how much longer he could handle it “Uggghhh, ok fine, you can…” He tried to sound as disappointed as he could. Both of the lers got to work immediately, Changbin grabbing his wrists and sitting on his palms to keep his arms in place “Are you ready~” Chan asked, placing his hands on the quokkas sides. Han just giggled in anticipation, waiting for him to attack “Juhuhust doho it…” “Oh? You could’ve just said so!” Chan teased as he started to squeeze the dreaded spot “AHAHAHA, ChahHAHnnie hyUHUHUHng” “Hey, it’s not just him here!” Changbin protested poking both of the lees armpits “AHAHAHEHEHA BIHIHIHIENIEHE HYUHUHUNG!” both of the attackers simply giggled at his desperate begging. Soon enough, both of the 3racha hyungs got tired of the two spots, deciding to change things up a bit “Ok, so if you can hold your laugh in as I tickle you in your chosen spot, we will stop” what? Han definitely didn’t want this to stop! “Umm… My thighs?” Chan smiled and leaned into Changbin to whisper into his ear “This boy obviuosly wants to be wrecked! Should we tease a little longer or just give him what he wants?” Changbin smiled and shook his head “He deserves a reward after such long week full of work” Both of the singers smiled and looked to the squirrel laying laying below them. He had heard everything “Ok so, are you ready? You must not laugh for a full 12 seconds!~” Han blushed and giggled “Ohohok…” the wolf placed his palms on top of his thighs and slowly wrapped his fingers around the muscle surrounding his leg. He nodded his head, signaling for the shortest of the three to start counting “one, two…” once he started counting, Han could feel fingers pushing into the sensitive flesh. He immediately smiled and held back a giggle “four… fiiivvve” Jisung just wanted them to stop teasing with the stupid games, but that wasn’t a problem for long, because once Chan started aggressively pressing and squeezing his thighs it was over “AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHEAHAHASEPLEASHEHESE CHAHAN I LOHOHOHST I LAHAHAHA-…!” Both ticklers seemed to be satisfied with the reaction.

All three of the boys were smiling and giggling, one because of the fingers that were being shoved into his armspits and hips and the other two because of the ridiculous reactions of the very first boy “PLEHEAHASE, PLEASE, IHAHAH CAHAHAN’T ANY MOHOHORE!” “Of course you can, I know how much you love this~” Changbin teased poking his neck, stopping the deep belly laughter and replacing it with sweet giggles “Ahahahehehe Binieehehehe~” “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve been living without this sound for a whole week” Changbin said, fake wiping a tear “Youhuhu,re so dramatic” Chan giggled, tracing shaped into Han’s stomach “Ahaheheheheahah, ple-pleheheahase…~” the lee just couldn’t stop chuckling because of the tickly feeling on his stomach and neck “You’re so cute, but I don’t want you to pass out” Chan said with one last squeeze to his side “Yeah, I think we should stop…” Changbin “agreed” as he lowered his head and blew a raspberry onto Hans collarbone “OHOHOHOH MAHAH GAHAHAHA! WHYYY?!?!” Changbin just snickered and switched the torture to his neck “EHEHEHEAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHP PLEHEHEAHAHASEHEHE~” “Alright, enough now Binnie~ He will die if you don’t stop” the dwaeikki pouted but stopped, bear hugging the maknae of 3racha andbringing him down onto the bed “Let’s sleep now, I’m exhausted~~” “Yeah, me too” Han agreed.

All three men were cuddled up in Seungmin’s and Han’s beds. Jisung was much more tired, almost falling asleep. He had a silly smile on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about that wrecking that had had just a few minutes prior. Chan and Changbin were smiling too, knowing how much Hannie loved it.

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Ok, so request are going to be open from now on. I’m on vacation for now, so I’ll be able of completing them, but I’m not sure how active I will be next week. Thank again, request will be highly appreciated🙂❤️

#stray kids #skz tickle #kpop tickle #3racha #lee!jisung #ler!chan #ler!changbin #sfw tickle community #tickle #tickle community

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

Come Take A Break With Me

My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Pietro Maximoff x Fem!ADHD!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, medication, and unhealthy eating and drinking habits. Maybe a bit of swearing, but I’m not sure. 

Word Count: 752

Summary: When Pietro realizes that you’ve been so busy writing you haven’t taken care of yourself, he convinces you to take a break with him.

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“Where’s Y/N?” Pietro asked Peter at the dinner table. “I haven’t seen her all day.”

Peter stabbed his fork into his bowl of pasta. “I think she’s in the library, said something about working on a deadline.”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “A self-imposed one, I bet. Oh my darling princessa never knows when to stop. Her adoring fans will be there no matter how long it takes her to get another fic out. They know she has a life.”

“Are you gonna go get her?” Peter asked.

“I’ll wait until after dinner, she won’t want to eat with everyone if she’s in the middle of her hyperfixation.” Pietro said, twirling his fork around. “When was the last time you saw her?”

Peter finished chewing before answering. “Two days ago?”

“She hasn’t taken her pills!” Pietro exclaimed, rushing to your room to grab your pills before heading to the library in the compound. “Princessa? Are you in here?” 

You looked up, hearing Pietro call for you. “Piet? What are you doing here?”

“Checking on you. How long have you been down here?”

“A couple of hours, I think.” You said, shrugging before turning back to your laptop.

FRIDAY picked that moment to chime in, “Miss L/N has been down here for 2 days without eating, drinking, sleeping, or taking her meds, Mr. Maximoff.”

“Princessa? I leave for a one day mission and you don’t take care of yourself for two? What in the everloving hell is this? Why another self-imposed deadline when you know that your followers will just be happy to see that you’re active? You’ve made it clear to them that you have a real and very pressing lifestyle outside of the computer, and you aren’t writing any series’ so there’s not a rush to get out the next chapter either.”

You looked down, embarrassed to have forgotten the most basic human needs while Pietro was away. “‘M sorry.” You said quietly, subtly wiping at your eyes.

Pietro rushed to your side, holding your hands in his. “Hey, princessa, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, I just worry because I know you can forget sometimes. Why don’t you finish your idea and then we can go upstairs and get some food, drink, and sleep? I brought you your meds. Come take a break with me.” He told you, kissing the back of both your hands.

“I love you, Piet.” You said, nodding gently. “Yeah, um, this fic really just needs me to step away, I’ve been killing myself trying to write it for weeks when all I really want to write is the next thing on my list. But I really want this done first, so I think it’s done, but I should come back to the fic later, in a different mindset.”

“More fed and rested.” Pietro said, pulling you in for a hug and resting his chin on top of your head.

“Exactly. I’ll bring my laptop upstairs with me and edit the fic in the morning before I post it.” 

He kissed your forehead gently before asking you a serious question. “Did you not notice that you were hungry?”

“You know how I get.” You replied.

“Oh, I do. But you didn’t notice you were hungry for two days?”

You kissed each of his cheeks softly. “Well, now that you mention it, I’m starving. What did Wanda make for dinner?”

“Some pasta dish, I don’t know, I probably let mine get cold rushing down here.” He replied, handing you your meds.

“A quick dinner and then we can cuddle, okay? I know you don’t sleep as well without me and you must’ve noticed I never came to bed last night.”

Pietro laughed, kissing all over your face. “You know me too well, princessa.” He zoomed the two of you upstairs. “Eat and then bed, okay?”

“Make sure you soundproof the room this time.” Tony remarked dryly, glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“She hasn’t slept in two days, we won’t need soundproofing to sleep, Stark.” Pietro said, taking up a bowl of dinner for you.

You rested your head on your hands, with your elbows on the table innocently looking at Tony, “Well, maybe we’ll just have to show you how loud Piet can be another time then, Tone.”

“Oh, princessa, I think you’re getting the two of us mixed up.” Pietro said, placing your bowl in front of you and sitting next to you.

“We’ll have to test and see, baby.”

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Taglist: @chrisevansdaughter, @buckybarnesandmarvel, @sarahrogersevans, @nana1000night

Let me know if you want to be added or removed!

#fem!reader #adhd!reader #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x fem!adhd!reader #reader is bad at taking care of herself #so pietro reminds her that he always will #mentions of sex #but there isn't actually any sex #afmfa writes

[sihakadan]

Your so nice ;-;

okay hum, anyway

reader is one of silcos main guards, right?

I’ve had the idea of reader having a notebook/diary (idk) that’s just FILLED with things about silco

ex.

how he likes his coffee

how his eyes look amazing

And maybe there’s some sketches of him

and reader accidentally leaves it somewhere, and Silco finds it, and he confronts reader.

and the rest is up to you

(if you choose to do it ofc)

also sorry for the long request

Hohohohohohohohohooooooo this shit is my jam. I actually have a fic that has something similar going on, but not really? It's about Scar though and he doesn't have a big fan base. But holy shit my broha, this is my time!!! SFW

You took this job to be part of what you thought was a group of badasses. You were tired of living on the streets, fighting for food and a place to sleep, fighting to live. The security, the pay, not wondering where your next meal was coming from? Yeah it was worth taking the job, but really, you were a glorified babysitter.

Silco was nothing to scoff at and Sevika was never too far, but you were there when she wasn't. You got to see all the things that no one else got to see, not even Sevika and that was because she wasn't willing to do things like you did.

Like make coffee, make sure there was always a clean glass and a cut cigar on his desk every morning. Keeping Jinx from painting the entire office but finding her little things she could take apart and toy with or decorate her little 'lair'. Little things like that. But most of the day, you'd sit on the couch in the office, listening to Silco's pen scratch on paper or he'd talk to you about an issue, get a second opinion.

Then one day, Jinx came waltzing in with a little book she had stolen, holding it out to you. "You like to leave doodles on my papers for me, thought maybe you could have your own book." You did leave her doodles, but that was so she would smile. When she cried or was upset, Silco became stressed and that made you stressed.

"Oh." You noticed that she had already taken the liberty of writing your name on the front with blue and pink letters, with an angry monkey face next to the words 'KEEP OUT'. You chuckled. "Thanks, kiddo. Did you steal a two pack and I am getting the extra?"

"Can't a girl be nice?" She clasped her hands behind her back and backed away, slowly leaving, braids swaying around her legs.

You turned the little notebook around in your hands and shrugged at Silco. At least she wasn't being antagonistic towards you like she was towards Sevika.

"Mighty kind of you, Jinx." Silco said, lighting his cigar as he looked between you both. You could almost see the wheels of thoughts turning in his mind.

See, that is where this whole thing started. You were given a book and to pass time, you began to write things in it. Then came the doodling that turned into artistic studies.

But when you spent most of your time with one person and his little ticking bomb of a daughter, you had limited models. You'd write your observations on Silco, how he acted, how he spoke, the way he'd interact with certain people.

Then, you noticed that most of your drawings were of his hands. His eyes...the way he smirked when you made a quip. Your entries changed too. Observations became ponderings, wishes, thoughts on him. They were soft and almost juvenile. Growing up on the streets, crushes weren't on your mind when you were just trying to survive another day. But now? Oh, the way he would hold his cigar. It just did something for you. To you.

As time went on, the more time you spent in his presence, the worse it got and you'd find yourself staring at him when he wasn't looking. You also became very overly protective of him and a couple of his visitors got their faces slammed on the desk when they spoke poorly to him. Silco would watch with that cool gaze, but it was almost approving when he looked at you.

And then, the entries became fantasies. Almost embarrassingly sad and an atonement to your loneliness and want of him. But no one would see this book, it was just for you, for you to get things out of your head so you could move on. You just were not moving on from him.

After a particularly long day of dealing with Sevika's bad mood, Ren getting into a bar fight you had to help end, and Jinx being, well, Jinx, you had said your goodnights to Silco, dragging yourself home and into the shower. The warm water made you shiver in delight as it relaxed you and a long sigh left you- before it turned into a gasp of horror.

You left your notebook in the office.

Maybe no one would notice or they'd respect your privacy. Then you thought of the people who you worked with and knew that was not going to happen. Someone was going to read it and they would find your dirty secret.

You cut your shower short and tried to keep your calm as you went back to the office, trying to get through the bar without being noticed, in case someone had already found it and you had to change your name and face and skip town.

When you peaked your head in, it was dark and quiet, giving you a sense of relief. No one was there- but the notebook was gone. Oh, shit. Oooh, shit. You rubbed your face and tried taking deep breaths. Maybe Jinx mixed it up with hers or it got moved and nobody read it. Another deep breath and you slipped into the office, closing the door and looking around the table to see if you could find it, moving couch cushions and checking other surfaces.

A voice from behind you made your spin stiffen and your eyes widen, footsteps approaching you. "-today he spoke with his hands a lot. I couldn't stop staring at them. Powerful, yet full of grace, conniving. Those hands are building a new path for Zaun, for us all. I wonder what they would feel like on bare skin." You heard a book slam closed and as the footsteps came closer, you could feel the heat of another body. "And there is a lovely picture to go with it." It was Silco's voice right next to you ear and it both aroused you and frightened you.

"I can explain-" If you turned around, you would turn into a blubbering mess, begging for forgiveness for your lechery.

"Oh, I am sure you could do more than that, my dear." You felt a rumble from his chest and it registered in your brain that he was pressed against you, holding up the sinful book for you to see. "You have many theories about my hands. Invigorating read."

Your eyes went to the notebook and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. "You're not angry?"

"Ah, no. In fact." His lips touched the shell of your ear. "Would you like to see what these hands could really do?"

#ahahahah cliffhanger #because evil #arcane netflix #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #silco x reader #arcane x reader #not a silco fan #but man when I saw this prompt #it was like my destiny had revealed itself #for you sweet anon #hope it was what you were thinking of

[wickedlittleoz]

Hello! So I was listening to "Blood by Mothica" and it reminded me of that vampire Hanzo from heroes of the storm and I was wondering if it'd be okay to request vampire Hanzo in shimadacest :3c The thought of Hanzo piercing Genji's skin and feasting on his blood is shhfjfjfjfsjjfjdjffjdjd

I know you already did a vampire fic in the past so no biggie if you're not in the mood! Thank you and have a nice day! 🙆

HELLO HI HOW ARE YOU

anon listen there is no such thing as one too many vamp au stories, THANK YOU for requesting another one because i love writing these!!

was loosely inspired by lucy's arch in dracula but obvi this one has a happy ending. i hope you like it!!! send more if/whenever you wish, ily, have a good week <3

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A cold, salty breeze blows through Genji's window. Curled in the couch beside it, he sighs dreamily. Outside the full moon reflects on the ocean so bright and so large that he feels like he's being transported to another dimension, somewhere else entirely. Somewhere where he's free...

Behind him, the door swings open. He doesn't have to look to know who's coming, doesn't need the heavy steps and the tired sigh.

"I thought I told you to close that window an hour ago," his father says with assertion, but no anger.

Genji too heaves a sigh and unfurls from the blanket to do as he's told. Then there's a hand on his shoulder, and he allows himself to be guided to his bed and tucked in. Sojiro sits beside him, offering a small thing of a smile. Genji mirrors it.

"Rest, my son." He pats Genji's face gently. "Doctor Fukaya will come to see you in the morning."

Something coils inside Genji at the thought of talking to a shrink. He's never been a fan of sitting quiet and discussing feelings, let alone with a complete stranger. Sure, his brother's disappearance has been... Difficult... But he thinks with time, he'll get over it.

He has to.

"Is it really necessary, father?" Genji asks, knowing full well that he can't change Sojiro's mind – he's already moved the entire family out to their summerhouse only because fresh air should be good for Genji's health. And it has been good, in fact. Sometimes he can almost forget...

As expected, he pays no mind to his son's wishes. "Good night, Genji," is all the man says before he leaves.

Sojiro makes sure to turn off the lights on his way out and Genji is almost certain that the hears the lock turn. He sighs. Might as well sleep...

A couple hours later, he thinks he's woken up by something tapping on his window. But the sleeping meds that Sojiro has him taking make his mind foggy, so it might be just a dream...

Sunlight. The roar of the waves. Wet sand on his feet.

He feels grounded here. At ease.

It's now been six months since Hanzo went missing. Genji remembers it like yesterday. A regular midweek morning where he left the family estate for some work regarding the clan... And never returned.

He remembers hugging Hanzo at the door and that his brother had kissed his cheek, and some bodyguard had coughed uncomfortably at the intimacy of that gesture. Their father laughed with some vague explanation about how his boys had grown up very close since their mother passed.

He had no idea just how close...

Genji might never be able to explain to their father why Hanzo's disappearance hurts so much. The memories alone make his heart feel like it might stop beating. An entire existence, always yearning for Hanzo – his brother, best friend and love of his life.

He sighs, tears slipping down his face without him so much as realizing they were coming. But someone calls out his name, all the way back by the house, and Genji swallows the sentiment.

Therapy goes as poorly as expected and by nighttime, Genji feels worse than he's had since they got here. He doesn't sit by the window and when Sojiro comes to say goodnight, somehow the man thinks that's a good sign. Tells Genji that Dr. Fukaya will be back in a couple of days, as if that's any comfort. Genji just nods vaguely. The meds are kicking in and the world begins to swirl around him...

Tap. Tap. Tap tap.

He wakes up with a start. This time he's certain of the sound he hears.

His hands are shaking as Genji walks up to the window. Whatever's out there continues to insistently hit against the glass, so he takes a deep breath before pulling apart the curtains.

A... bat?

"Poor thing," Genji breathes, relaxing at the sight of the creature. "Must have hit your head, huh?"

The animal somehow brings back some sense of peace to Genji's heart. It's a simple coincidence, that this irrational being got confused and wants into the room. And he's always had a soft spot for little flying things; he doesn't really think about consequences as he opens the window to let the bat in.

"See?" Genji chirps as the bat does a lap around his bedroom. "This probably isn't where you wanted to go."

Obviously he doesn't expect the animal to understand him, but the bat doesn't stop flying in circles for a full minute.

"You like it here?" He doesn't know whether to be scared or amazed, but he's certain that this little creature poses no threat or danger to anyone's health; if anything, having him around makes Genji happy, so he informs the bat that, "Well, you can stay as long as you like."

He slips back into bed and watches the bat for a few moments, before sleep takes hold of him once more. When he wakes up the next day, it's gone.

"I take it that therapy went well," Sojiro says at breakfast. "You look better... But remind me to have someone check your room for bed bugs."

Genji frowns. "I don't think there are bugs in my bed... I would have noticed."

"Silly boy," his father says with a dismissive chuckle.

It's not until after breakfast that he understands what Sojiro meant: a pair of tiny red dots adorn the side of his neck, which hadn't been there the day before. They feel wet at touch, but not itchy, and he really doesn't remember being bitten by anything. Odd...

Tap. Tap. Tap tap.

Genji stirs in his sleep, but doesn't fully wake up. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he remembers leaving the window partly open for his friendly bat to visit. There's no reason to get out of bed, the creature can just fly in if it so wishes.

A deep voice calling out his name in a provocative whisper.

A sudden sting on the side of his neck.

His eyes blink open before he's aware of being awake and a familiar face comes into view.

"H-Hanzo?" He asks and the man smiles. Were his canines always so big and sharp? Is that blood on his gums?

"I'm here, brother," says that voice of allure and somehow it both does and doesn't sound quite like Hanzo.

He's so confused. His brain hasn't caught up to the present yet. "Is this a dream?"

A cold palm slides down the side of Genji's face, his throat. It slips under the neck of his shirt to caress his chest, leaving goosebumps in its trail. It downs on Genji that he's being held in the man's embrace. And his hand keeps brushing downwards, feeling all of Genji's torso, rousing him to consciousness...

"Does it feel like a dream?" He asks in a murmur, then chuckles.

The sound is so familiar...

Genji tries to free himself from the arms wound around him, but Hanzo won't let up.

"Hanzo, is it really you?" Fully awake, he shakes and stutters, but Hanzo merely shushes, holding even tighter onto Genji's form.

"Easy now, easy!" He kisses the top of Genji's head and suddenly he feels a sense of calm wash over him, such that it doesn't even surprise him, when it well should.

"You don't want to wake up the rest of the house," Hanzo continues saying. "If they find me here they'll send me away."

Hanzo is right, what is Genji thinking? Didn't they spend their entire lives slipping into each other's bedrooms late at night, when no one could see? This is their song and dance.

Genji relaxes against his body and Hanzo hums appreciatively. He starts to undo the buttons on Genji's shirt.

A thought occurs to him that he hadn't noticed before. "You're cold."

A hum. "You can help warm me."

Genji giggles as Hanzo's hungry hand massages his now exposed chest. He knows what his brother means.

"You haven't changed one bit," he says, reaching down to untie his pajama pants. He thinks he probably hasn't touched himself (or anyone else, for that matter) since Hanzo went missing, but Hanzo is right here. All is fine, now.

"You're wrong," there's a tone of entertainment in Hanzo's voice and he leans closer, until his lips brush against Genji's ear and his breath sends a chilly shiver down his spine, to say, "I bite now."

Genji could laugh if he weren't busy moaning. Suddenly he's a hard as a rock and Hanzo sees it, shifts his hand down and into Genji's pants.

"Bite me all you want," Genji manages before Hanzo's magical hand wraps around him.

He thinks he hears thank you, little brother, though Hanzo's lips don't move against his skin. But all of this could easily be just a very vivid wet dream, he wouldn't be surprised. So voices and whispers are to be expected.

All he knows is that Hanzo is still the person who knows him best, and that includes how he likes his cock touched. He gets lost in the feeling, so high on pleasure, that when the fangs pierce the skin of his neck Genji just tightens his hold on Hanzo's hair, begs for more, faster, harder! And he delivers. He always delivers.

He passes out, he thinks, when he climaxes, because when he wakes up the next day, Genji is alone in bed.

"You're late," Sojiro says when Genji wanders into the kitchen. He looks up from his phone and frowns at the sight of his son. "And pale. Did you have a nightmare or something?"

A nightmare? Genji wouldn't call it that...

"A cold, I think," he lies, sinking heavily onto a chair.

His father hums. It sounds exactly like Hanzo's. "I told you not to stay at the beach after dark. I'll have someone make you tea."

He gets up from his chair and makes to leave the room, but stops and really looks a Genji for a moment. And frowns. "Those beg bugs are still around? And I was told your bedroom was clean."

Angrily, he stomps away and Genji knows someone will be getting yelled at shortly. But his concerns are somewhere else. He reaches upwards and touches his neck; the wounds feel slightly bigger and when he looks, there's a tiny smear of blood on his fingertips.

Hanzo appears in his dreams again that night. And again, when Genji tries to ask about where he's been and why he doesn't want others to see him, he deflects the question, kisses Genji's head and suddenly he forgets his anger, his worries.

He hums against Genji's neck, licks over the bug bites lovingly. Genji just shivers, hugging onto him lest he leaves again. But he does anyways. Genji wakes up alone again.

By the third night, he's already expecting the visit. He hears it when the bat flies into the room and, a minute later, feels Hanzo slipping into bed beside him. The whole thing has gotten Genji thinking and this only proves that he's right.

Somehow, supernatural beings are real and his brother is a vampire.

Hanzo bursts out laughing before Genji even says anything. "Does it scare you?"

Genji sits up and stares at his brother – or what used to be him. Pale skin, red eyes. His long hair falls loose around his face, his shoulders. Shiny and beautiful as ever. The sharpness of his expression is irresistibly sexy; Genji feels a literal sigh slip out of his lips.

"No," he says with honesty. "You couldn't scare me if you tried."

Hanzo's eyes soften and he fully sits on the bed beside Genji, leans in for a kiss that Genji throws himself into, body and soul.

"We can run away together," Hanzo whispers. "Forget the family, forget everything. You can be like me and then you'll be free."

Free. He's crying before he knows it and Hanzo wipes away the tears with gentle fingers.

"Are you happy?" Genji asks, not because he worries about his own happiness, but because he cares about his brother. It's been 6 whole months. Were they good or bad? Where has he been?

The sincerity in Hanzo's eyes is almost palpable. "How could I be happy without you at my side?"

A sob wracks through Genji's body and he pulls Hanzo into another kiss, and another, and another. An hour later they're curled into each other, naked and clear-headed, and as he curls his fingers into Hanzo's hair, he realizes the answer is so very simple.

"Take me," he whispers against his brother's smile. "For all eternity."

Illuminated by the moon, Hanzo's face seems to glow, a picture of absolute beauty that Genji will forever remember and cherish.

"For all eternity."

#asks #anon #my fics #shimadacest #genzo #vampire au #vamp.txt #not gonna make a 'better love story than twilight' joke bc i happen to like twilight #but genji sure is smarter than bella lmao

[shiningstardan]

During the process of writing fanfictions, do you have a creative block or are you able to flow a story easily?

☆ A S K T I M E ! ! !

Well... Imma try to reply to the best of my abilities. But first context:

I have come just come out from a 5-year writing pause. I won't call it a block because 5 years ago I didn't have much interest in writing, I just wrote 5 fics but didn't think much of it and even dropped one of those.

So, what have I done now that is so different and has gotten my juices flowing?

I have established some rules

1. I will not write for others.

What does this mean? I will not write expecting kudos, bookmarks or reviews. So I don't place my writing motivation on feedback, some people get writers block because they don't feel appreciated. It's hurtful but you gotta remember that you also write because you love this character and the fandoms. I've always been kind of a lone wolf irl so, I gotta conduct the same mentality on online spaces.

2. I will find what I need out of the fics I'm writing and write that

I have been investing a lot of time thinking in Naruto for example. What do I need from this story that I never got?

Hyuga lore & politics

Konoha 13 interactions

Re-imagining of the time skipped between the OG series and Shippuden.

The fact that naruto talks friendship to everybody but he only cares about 1 friend, so I need him to interact with the other.

Knowing I need this I have started writing fics using prompts that may help my inspiration. Created character profiles to know who is friends with who besides what we are told in canon. Taken advantage of certain fandom patterns, there are some headcanons that have become universal.

For example: Somehow, somewhere a fan decided that in fanfic Hinata's grandfather is called either Hideo / Hideto and the rest of the fandom just rolled with it! which brings me to my next point~

3. I don't have to start from scratch.

If you feel that you are inspired by an image, headcanon, just roll with it. Don't feel pressure to come out with "original ideas" all the time, that's exhausting. I personally love when authors reference things, so maybe you said that a character likes the color red and you repeat that in a different way every fic you have, maybe through clothes, maybe through food, maybe through objects. A nod is always welcomed.

4. I can work on something else or abandon your idea

If you are stuck with an idea you can

Sleep on it and check it later

Outline it and move on. You can write 4 or 5 sentences about what you want to happen in that section and then you can come up with the details for the scene and write something else.

Not work on it anymore, maybe you can recycle what you wrote for another project (that's how I wrote Happy Valentine's Day, I didn't want to star from scratch so I reused the first portion from a discarded idea)

5. Length doesn't define you

I'm currently writing a 20k+ fic. This is my first time writing this much and it's scary AF. I thought it would be a 2k max, because I don't have a really good imagination. In the past I have mainly written works under 1k and even a 40 part drabble pieces (if you know the technical definition drabbles are 100 words exactly). So up until now I had just written relatively short works.

Challenge yourself to write short, write a haiku, a drabble, some flash fiction (250 w) or something under 500. Just a page.

Any writing is good writing.

6. Workshop it

Talk about your story and the ideas you want to explore with a friend (that includes me now, just so you know. Whether it is an annonymous ask or a direct message, my ask box will always be open for fanfic questions, even if it's a different fandom or ship I personally don't gravitate to).

7. Educate Yourself

This last few months I have discovered that english and spanish are formatted totally different in terms of punctuation.

I have also wanted to learn more about creative writing so I watch some Lectures

That being said I think I write slowly, but enjoy it nonetheless.

#answered asks

[cj4747]

After my incredibly long Tumblr hiatus, I’m back!(mostly because I can’t sleep 😂)

Young Justice is more than likely never coming back😭 However, I wanted to post some of my ideas for how I would do season 5, and if enough people want me to I’ll write like an actual fan fic. Also this part one of my ideas, let me know if you want to hear more!!!

MY HYPOTHETICAL SEASON 5 Part 1:

1.) Kara is sent to earth by Darkside, where she is then found by a “new” villain Red Hood(there’s a reason for why she’s found by Red Hood and not the team, that’s explained later).

2.) Wally West would return(big shocker) but he hasn’t age. The place where he was stuck(speed force/time stream it doesn’t really matter) made time move differently, so the 6 years only felt like 6 hours to Wally.

3.) The team would not have the reaction we would want them to have at Wally’s return. Young Justice prides themself on showing realistic depictions of superhero life. If randomly one day your best friend/boyfriend just reappears after 6 years you would be have sure, but then so many other emotions as well.

4.) Building of point 3, Artemis and Wally would NOT get back together. One because Wally is still his 21 year old self, and is not pushing 30 like the rest of the team, and 2 Artemis has built this life without Wally. Artemis has found love again and is finally happy, sure she still love Wally, but now it’s just a what if things went different.

5.) While Wally is returning the og Roy Harper has cut ties with the team where he then meets up with Jason and Kara. You guessed it, this is this earth’s version of the Outlaws team. I know Kara has never been in an Outlaws Team, but i thought for Earth 10 it would make sense because of how Kara is with Darkside so she would have a different viewpoint of Superman. I also wanted Jason, Kara, and Roy to be parallels to Dick, Connor, and Artemis. Basically the Young Justice Outlaws forms because they all have daddy issues.

6.) The Dick finds out about the Outlaws(Mostly because Jason wanted him to). Dick believes that Roy could be in danger and brings Artemis and Connor as back up, to where they get met by an unprepared Kara and Roy, while Jason is ready. Kara knows who Superman and Superboy are(because of Jason), but because Darkside told her to destroy them she feels torn and in this moment of hesitation Superboy is able to subdue her and will be taken to watch tower. Roy and Artemis don’t really fight, they argue like siblings. Roy talks about like how he’s never had a place on the team and now he finally found people like him. Artemis tells him to come back, Roy refuses.

7.) Last one, Dick is the one to find out Jason is alive and Red Hood. There could be banter about how Dick is just like Bruce and Dick would be taken back and then realize who is under the mask. Roy and Jason then escape together, while Kara is taken to be kept in the watch tower.

None of that made since, but i’m tire so oh well 🤷🏼‍♀️

#kid flash #young justice #wally west #dick grayson #artemis crock #kara danvers #young justice season 5 #connor kent

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - First Sight

So... I’ve started posting my Sunny Day Jack fic on AO3. It’s the polished version of my previous tumblr post of the first part. I’m so used to showing snippets of the rough draft of of my Our Life: Beginnings & Always fan novelization here that it’s kind of weird to be posting my Sunny Day Jack stuff already. I guess that’s the perks of each part being very short.

On that note, I’ve got to wonder, would people prefer to just get notified of the polished chapter getting posted with a teaser in future tumblr posts, or if y’all like seeing these rough draft teasers before the final product. I mean, with Our Life I intend to start posting it after I finish it like, ya know, you usually do when writing a novel. Novel idea, I know. Sorry not sorry for the bad pun.

Well, either way, I hope you enjoy more of Jack musing about his sunshine.

Oh yeah, can’t forget to tag @channydraws and blame her again for getting me hooked on this game and inspired to make fics and art for it.

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It was love at first sight.

His sunshine… Alice… was far more beautiful than Jack ever imagined, so beautiful he could hardly believe that she was real. He couldn’t help but admire the radiant person who pulled him out of that cold, dark, and lonely hell to bask in her warm glow. She had a delicate appearance not unlike a porcelain doll, pale with a petite stature that nevertheless was blessed with delightful curves. Waves of curled blonde hair so fair it bordered on white framed her angelic face like a halo, ending just past her shoulders.

Alice was asleep now, curled up on the beat up brown sofa he met her on. Saving him had taken so much out of her, and Jack had to restrain himself to let her sleep. There had barely been time for them to talk, to look into those lovely pale blue eyes of hers that were now peacefully closed. The clothes she wore - a black hoodie and gray pants - looked soft and cozy, perfect to help her get the rest that she deserved.

Jack could hardly tear his eyes away from her to take in details of his new surroundings. It was a decent sized living room with a scruffy purple carpet, illuminated more by the numerous fairy lights strung across the ceiling than the lone lamp or the glowing television screen. The place had clearly seen better days, as cracks and indents occasionally dotted the faded purple walls and ceiling. A few posters of cats had been taped over a few of these, as evidenced by one being revealed by a poster that had partially come loose. The furniture had a similar roughed up appearance, though there were electronic devices around that seemed out of a science fiction film.

Only the television really drew Jack’s attention away from his sunshine, more specifically the static that filled the screen and hissed at him in a way that made his skin crawl. It took him a little effort to find the television remote and figure out how to use it before he turned the cursed thing off.

Jack didn’t want to think about that hell. Not ever again.

With that settled, Jack returned his attention to what was most important - his sunshine. For now, he was content to sit on the floor beside Alice as close as he possibly could. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb her after she did so much to bring him here. He wanted to talk to her, to hear her beautiful voice again and learn more about her, but he had to be patient. There would be time for that later. He had time now.

Jack had all the time in the world to bask in his sunshine’s warm and happy light.

A part of Jack still struggled to accept that his endless nightmare was finally over. A whisper of doubt made him wonder if Alice and this place were just a sweet but cruel dream born from his fractured mind.

If he had to go back…

Jack shivered from cold memories that haunted him and clasped one of Alice’s hands between both of his.

Warm. Alice was so warm. She was real, far more real than anything Jack had ever known.

Jack pressed his forehead to the back of her fingers and focused on her warmth, the softness of her skin against his. He couldn’t get enough of her gentle warmth after being nothing but cold for so long. He wanted to be even closer, to twine himself in her warmth until nothing could ever separate them.

Nothing would separate them. Ever. Jack would never allow it. If someone dared try, then…

A chill that didn’t come from his memories of hell overtook Jack as his thoughts turned dark.

If someone tried to get between them, then they would have to disappear.

No one would take his sunshine away.

A small shiver ran through Alice, and she shifted a bit in his direction, her fingers curling around his gloved hands. That small act of clinging, her subconscious desire to get closer to him made Jack and his cold anger melt like snow in the sun.

Jack couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips, and he began to slowly rub circles on the back of her hand with his thumbs. A soft, happy sigh escaped Alice as she relaxed once more, which made his heart melt all over again.

No, other people weren’t going to take Alice away from Jack. They couldn’t. No one could hope to break this special bond between them. What they had ran far deeper than anyone could ever understand. Their souls were joined, now and forever.

The only danger was if the hand holding him so gently chose to let him go.

The thought chilled Jack, and he had to fight the urge to tighten his grip on Alice. He didn’t understand the ‘why’ of a lot of things - why he was sent to hell, why he had been forgotten, why none of his friends tried to save him - but he understood that being with her now was a miracle that the two of them created together.

Alice wanted Jack here with her. She wanted his warmth, his love. She wanted him, needed him just as desperately as he needed her. The proof was right there in his hands, the way she clutched at him and drew closer to him unconsciously. He could feel it as keenly as he felt her warmth.

As long as Alice needed him, as long as Jack needed to be with her, then nothing would ever separate them.

Perhaps it seemed strange to need someone, to love someone so deeply before even knowing them, but that just went to show just how special their bond truly was. It didn’t have to make sense to anyone else but them. It didn’t matter if no one understood this connection between them. The world could think whatever it wanted. The only thing that mattered was the two of them.

If the world tried to get between them, then the world could just burn.

Jack tried to shake off such dark thoughts. He shouldn’t be making himself upset like this. He should be happy. He was happy. His sunshine found him, saved him. Alice shared her beautiful warm light with him after he had been cold and alone for so long. It wouldn’t do any good for either of them if he kept dwelling on his fears now, not when he had more important things to focus on.

Jack needed to make this delicate bond between him and Alice to be so strong that nothing in the world could ever break it. He had to make her so happy that she would never even think of letting him go.

No matter what it took.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #My Writing #yes I gave Y/N a name #and description #I'm not really good at x reader fics

[early20sfailingplenty]

Danny Johnson fic ideas! He is super meticulous and follows his victims closely for a long time, he's really into stalking to get to know his victims so! I work at a coffee shop and would love it if he got to know me by being a regular my shop. We laugh and talk and flirt, I only know him by his civillian persona, Jen Olson, but he stalks me outside of work as Danny. Totally becomes obsessed with me and gets off on the dichotomy of being the nice regular customer and the cold hearted killer planning my eventual end. He also loves me being so unaware of his true nature. What seals the deal of hooking his interest in me is my Final Girl tattoo on my right forearm that is underlined with a bloody hunting knife. He wants me to be HIS final girl and sees the potential in me. Just something about his thought process and being so into me. Also maybe some breaking and entering and him being a creep going through my undwear drawer and/or watching me sleep (which I tend to do naked 👀) and taking small mementos. I own a lotta chapstick and mugs, he could probably take one without me noticing, or he takes a well loved one because he WANTS me to notice and get confused. General details, I love the color red, like a candy apple red and plaid. I love leggings and skirts and crop tops at home. I wear glasses. I usually have my hair in a bun at work and in a high pontytail at home when I'm cooking or writing, and down the rest if the time, its brown and falls to about midback. He loves to watch me cook and bake which I do often. Can be as NSFW as you want, sexual and violent is encouraged! I like him DARK! He could do something to me while or not, could just watch, (as if he wouldn't jerk off to me, or on me, while I slept.) But use your discretion! I trust you! Thank you again SO much, I love you dude! ❤ ~ @bisexual-horror-fan

Bex!!! My beloved!!!!😭😭😭💖💖💖First of all, a biiiiiig big happy birthday to YOU!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍You're amazing, I love you so much, and I hope you have a day as wonderful as you!!!😭🫂💖💖💖 Second, I'm more than a little nervous to be posting this because until you sent this in, I had no idea what DBD was, I didn't know who Danny Johnson was, etc. etc. so I went into all the research I did totally blind (I'd be happy to share this with you once you've read this if you wanna know👀, but obviously while this was in the works I had to keep it all quiet), but I hope it all paid off and that you're able to connect with and enjoy this piece! I went in and I'm really excited for you to read it! It was a challenge to go dark but that's what makes it fun! I'll stop talking now and let you read! MWAH ~

Seek and destroy // Danny Johnson x Final Girl!Bex

TW; stalking, swearing, dramatic irony (my beloved💗), predatory behaviour from Danny, Bex is a fly in the web, obsessive behaviour, you're a to-be murder victim and you don't know it until you do, descriptions of physical violence and gore, Danny's a creep, broken boundaries, theft of possessions, NSFW, somnophilia (kind of), non/dub-con (male masturbation; Danny gets off to you while you're sleeping without you knowing and without your consent), panty sniffing, this is the darkest thing I've ever written and that includes the time I wrote about reader trying to kill themselves by sitting in Vincent's chair (yeah I went IN for you with this💕), NOT X READER!!! but you're welcome to read!!! Contains physical descriptions of Bex, personalised with permission (duh, it's your birthday gift), implicit cannibalism references, kind of meta because this references other horror films and other slashers (it fits in with the Scream origins of Danny, okay?), no dialogue, cum eating (Danny). He's a depraved, filthy bastard and you love him for it.

Word count: 3, 353.

Oh, but you are beautiful.

You don't even know it, do you?

You don't know that he's been watching you for weeks already. You don't know that he's watched you working through the window of your workplace, hidden by the darkness within him but also by the shadows afforded to the tall buildings which smother the skyline. You don't know that he knows your work schedule, he knows the particular routine you carry out to settle into a shift, he knows the routine you have to mentally leave the shift as you clock out. You don't know that you're in very grave danger. You don't know any of his plans, you don't know the game he's playing, you don't know that you don't know that he's a vicious, sadistic murderer who has been plotting your violent murder this entire time.

You don't know.

But Danny knows, and he supposes that it's more fun for him if you stay in the dark, where he wants you. Where you have been for the last month while he has stalked you, learned you, studied you, mapped you out, unravelled you for who you are and put you back together in the way he wants you to be... oh, but your potential is divine... the anticipation of what he's going to do to you, of what he is already doing to you, makes the chase, the hunt, the kill, all of it, even sweeter than it already is.

It was Danny Johnson who stepped into the shadows when you began your shift five hours ago, but it is Jed Olson who enters your coffee shop.

It is the beginning of the end, of your end and he is so excited.

Let the shadow games begin.

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The first part of the game was silly, light-hearted. There was some kind of sick... joy in knowing something that you didn't. His impulsivity came from knowing that he could get away with what he was doing to you, with you; he was leading you down a slowly unwinding path which was of your own making. A joint effort, though only one party was privy to such information. From the very get go, Danny got off on the way he really was and the way you saw him. The way he wanted you to see him. Danny Johnson was sadistic, patient, a man in control who planned murders weeks in advance. The anticipation always made for a greater pay-off when the end was finally delivered. He was careful at crime scenes, a delicious, sick contrast to the way he was light-hearted towards the actual murder. But Jed Olson, oh... he always greeted you with a wide smile and gave modest responses to the flirtations you met him with. There was something about him which drew you towards him; like a moth to a flame. You would be burned, and it would make or break you, though you didn't know that. Yet. The dichotomy between who he really was and who he played for you kept him on his toes, and it only set to lure you further into the trap.

For every drink he ordered (always and deliberately your favourite, for he enjoyed the smile which lit up your gorgeous face like a Christmas tree as you complimented him on his tastes), for every cup you scrawled 'Jed' on, for every smile you gave him as he entered and left your coffee shop, you both turned further and faster down the dark road, tendrils of the achromatic heart he possessed, a withered and shrivelled thing, wrapping tighter and tighter around your own with every exchange.

You didn't suspect it, you couldn't even begin to guess at the severe mortal danger in which you found yourself.

You didn't know.

And so everything was going according to his carefully calculated, carefully arranged ritualistic sadistic game.

It was a game.

One of shadows, of deceit, of violence, of stalking, of his predation and your vulnerability, of broken boundaries... the game had more rounds than Danny had initially planned, but wasn't that what made it the most fun?

When the game surprised him and practically played itself, he knew it was a good one.

There was so much potential in you and he was eager to keep you caught like a fly in his web of lies so that he could reveal to you your truest, darkest self. You were right there, hidden beneath your surface, hidden underneath the underneath. Or so he told himself to begin with. Months to the day he decided to start following you, getting to know you in a very intense, very one-sided relationship, he started to follow you outside of your workplace. He merged your two realities so seamlessly that if he let his control slip for even a moment, he would lose track of whose routine was whose, whose home was whose. You were well and truly in the belly of the beast, swimming in hydrochloric acid waiting to be digested. You were right there, fresh and ready for the taking. For his taking. Wasn't that what you wanted? To go down in a fight? To stand up and take your life for your own, to take it back from the world which sought only to take and take and take; he knew intimately how exhausted you were after your six day work weeks. He knew well what those nine hour shifts did to you, how early you had to be awake to begin your day. You fought every single day and Danny had yet to figure out if you were aware of how strong you truly were. You were destined to be more than what you already were, he just had to get underneath your surface and dig you out of yourself.

You... You were made to be a final girl... no, no, that wasn't right, hang on... You were made to be his final girl. The tattoo on your right forearm told him everything he needed to know, and a part of him longed to launch over the counter top, seize your arm in his and carve his initials into the tattoo, on the bottom right hand side of the bloody hunting knife which underlined the bold 'final girl'. You wore your potential with pride, he had noted that very first day of visiting you in your coffee shop. Much fun was to be had in breaking you down and making you into who you really were... that dark light inside of you was to be his. You were made to be his, with just a bit more time, a lot more patience and persistence, and you would be dragged to your real self, kicking and screaming and soaked in blood – whether your own or someone else's was entirely up to you. Danny wasn't entirely heartless; you got to have a say in the end result, too. You just didn't get a say in how or when or why you got there.

That honour was Danny's.

One afternoon after another, he followed you home. Always at a safe distance, always three people behind you. It didn't matter if you saw his build way off in the crowd or not; Jed was fresh-faced, no mask, no costume, but Danny was masked as Ghost Face and stuck to the shadows; you had no way of knowing that the two were one and the same. Hell, nine times out of ten, you didn't even register the way the door to your living space took a little bit longer to close than it used to, as Danny darted in just before it could slam shut on you.

Danny stuck to the shadows so well that he became your shadow.

He was the slasher to your final girl.

Despite his patient approach to the way he stalked you and lived your life alongside you, with you totally oblivious all the while, unaware of his true nature, unaware that Danny and Jed were the same person (or even that Danny existed; he covered his tracks so well that you never thought to look for them. Why would you, when they were never visible?), Danny grew bored of just sneaking into your home and watching you cook or write, your hair in a ponytail. It was a different style to how you wore it when you were at work – it was interesting to Danny, because he and Jed were different, too, though his work was wholly different and entirely more sinister than your own. It was a bit of a stretch, the comparison, but he made it all the same as he began to think of ways to allude to you that there was something going on.

The solo round of his sadistic game was over and now... oh, now, it was your turn to play.

Every final girl deserved a chance. The fight wasn't fair, the play was rough and dirty, but he liked it like that, and he knew after all this time that you did, too. So much potential, so much raw energy just waiting to be cultivated, so much fun to be had.

It started with going through your underwear drawer while you were busy cooking in the kitchen. You were only rooms away, totally unaware of the violation of your boundaries... not the first and certainly not the last of many which Danny sought to bestow upon you. Like gifts, if you were. Strange, depraved, unwelcomed gifts. For now. But one day, oh... one day, he would cash in those receipts, and the gift of your life essence would run down his gloved hands, crimson rivulets seeping into the seams of the leather he favoured, staining his skin and leaving a metallic taste on his tongue. He hadn't yet had the pleasure of tasting you, but he would soon.

Some slashers chose to consume their victims in the physical sense. Some chose to eat away at their victims' resolve strand by strand until the victim unravelled at the seams and became a shell of themselves. Some chose to strip away at souls until the spirit broke. Some chose other methods, other means, but they all lead to the same sensation being fulfilled, the same cravings being satiated in a primal, predatory manner: taste. Touch. Possession.

Mine.

Was all Danny was thinking as he watched you get ready for bed. You slept naked, he noticed, and it only made it that much easier for him to get off on what he was putting you through. Whether or not you knew about it now, you would eventually, and that level of trauma would be with you for life. Danny would walk beside you, hidden in your shadows, for the rest of your life, and you had no idea. Yet.

He wanted to introduce himself to you. Slowly, slowly. You were a frog in a pot of water, the temperature turning in small increments from a simmer up to the boil, and it would be too late for you to hop out by the time you realised what was happening to you, what had been happening to you for almost a year by the time he decided to take a few momentos from your bedroom. To get you ready to meet him by planting a seed of suspicion in a mind as sharp, as beautiful, as yours. You were a work of art, but every art piece needs the artists' signature, and he would sign you off with a flick of his wrist, the flash of his blade... with a flourish worthy of the final girl you were.

You owned a lot of chapsticks and a lot of mugs; there was no way you would be able to use them all regularly, but Danny knew that you did. You had your favourites, of course, and you had your favourites, but you did use all your mugs, and all your chapsticks. You had such a big heart, plenty of room in your life, and with your love of horror and fantasy, Danny knew that there was plenty of room in you for him. Not that he would or could ever give you a choice. He had taken that away from you the very first day he had strolled into your coffee shop with a disarming smile as he ordered your favourite hot drink; white hot chocolate with cinnamon steamed in the milk. Very creamy, a little spicy, very sweet... like you.

You are what you consume, isn't that what people say?

The image of you spread out in bed, naked, sleeping and dead to the world, combined with famous quotes completely divorced from their original contexts, had Danny palming himself through his leathers. He got off on what he had been doing to you for all of this time, but never before had he been surrounded by you – your body, your scent, your possessions... the hand not palming himself found the collection of your favourite chapsticks and snagged the one you had used that morning. You would notice it wasn't there, you used it a lot of the time as your default option, and he could tell by the way the label was starting to peel off by the lid that it was a well loved chapstick.

You would notice it missing.

And in time, you would notice him, too.

No final girl ever gets away without first confronting her slasher. It's the ritual, the... the formula of any good horror film.

You stretched in bed, your arms over your head, your duvet crept down from your shoulders to just beneath your breasts, your chest rising and falling with every breath. Their numbers limited. Danny wondered what it would be like to climb atop your slumbering form and wrap his deft fingers around the column of your throat as you slept. Your pulse would thunder against his fingers, your body would jerk and writhe due to the oxygen deprivation, your eyes would be blown wide... or maybe you wouldn't wake. Maybe he would only make sure you never woke up, forever lost in a dream made only for you, dredged up from the oceanic depths of your vivid imagination. He would only get to kill you once, and that scenario wasn't how he wanted to do it.

He swatted the thought away like it was nothing more pesky than a fly as he undid his trousers and pulled himself out. He was rock hard, his head bright red and weeping. For you. For the way your walls would welcome him, for the way your back would arch into him but your hips would pull back into the mattress, the pleasure he would gift to you before his own pleasure somehow too much and yet... not enough.

He needed more.

How would your blood spray as he slashed your throat? Or, perhaps he would mimic your favourite slasher and slash you three times up the back, like claws, like... like a wild animal. He certainly wanted to fuck you like you were animals. He wanted you on all fours, your arse up in the air and your face down in a pillow (so easy would it be to smother you while he pounded into you from behind... you would be too lost in pleasure to notice him pressing you down by the nape of your neck, fingers delved into your brown hair, and you would lose consciousness and simply never wake up again). He wanted you under him, above him, but he mostly wanted you at his side. The final girl, the slasher's undoing. But you two would buck that trend, you would be partners in life and in crime. You had the potential and he wanted to make it his.

He wanted to make you his.

Black underwear in his peripheral vision.

Danny contorted his body and snagged them off the floor. He could just smell you through his mask and your sleepy noises, lost were you to the world, only spurred him on as he pressed the dirty panties to his mask as tightly as he could. He wouldn't take his mask off; it would ruin the ambience, make it only too easy for you to win the game before you had really begun to play if you woke up before he could finish, his hand working to get himself off as he thumbed at the beads of pre-cum gathering at his tip. He was red raw and it reminded him briefly of the candy red colour you favoured. You looked so good in red. One day, Danny would make you wear a crimson cape... again, whether it was your own or someone else's blood would be your own choice. But it would happen.

He had you so close to him and yet, so far, and on his legs did he stagger to your bedside, looking down at you as he continued to masturbate over you. Having you even closer to him only fuelled the speed at which he jerked himself off and as he bent over (somewhat awkwardly, but it was doable) to sniff your hair, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other tightly holding the panties he stole off your floor, you moaned in your sleep. He wondered what, who, you were dreaming about. For all his attempts, he couldn't climb into your head, and it enraged him. Still, in time, he would come to possess your mind, your body, your heart, your soul, he would consume you for all that you were as he took from you all that you could be. Life was full of possibilities and he wanted to take them from you, he would take them from you.

Thoughts of feeling you writhing beneath him as he murdered you tipped him over the edge in his mind from which he clung by his fingertips and he came with barely a sound, thick ropes of cum spilling over his head and dripping onto your abdomen. Your face creased lightly at the impact of wet where there shouldn't be and Danny watched as you settled again. You had no idea of how much danger you were in, of how much danger you had always been in, ever since he had decided that you were to be his next passion project, his next game and victim.

But you were to be the one who didn't get away, the one who met him where he was, the one who became his final girl. His, his, his.

His final girl.

Danny's chest heaved as he removed his mask, broke his own boundary while breaking so many of yours that it would be quicker and easier to list the ones he hadn't broken. By far, it was a shorter list.

He bent down some more and flattened his tongue along your abdomen, scooping up his cum with little fuss. You whimpered, shifted under what he was doing, and the taste of you had his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, why hadn't he done this sooner? Life was no fun without risks and Danny had put all of his and some of your own onto the table as he cleaned you up, tucked himself away, put your dirty panties in one of his many pockets, and stole out of your bedroom window as quickly as he had climbed through it.

Saliva glistened on your abdomen, exposed to the cool natural air, but you didn't wake. You slept on, unencumbered by the man who was stealing you from yourself, piece by piece by piece, until you would have nothing left. And then he would take more. And more. And more. Until your life left your eyes, your blood cooled on his blade, your body stilled, and he rejoiced.

But not yet.

Tomorrow, Jed would order coffee, Danny would plan, you would work, and all would go well for one of you.

For the other?

Nothing would ever be the same again.

It remained to be seen who would be who, and wasn't that fun?

Danny thought so.

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