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#stop whinging already
trexalicious · 1 year
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She's trying to blame the Royal Family for not telling her how screwed up Harold was or about his drug addiction. Sounds like someone's laying the foundation for a divorce...
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raedear · 2 months
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Do you ever read a post and it's like. Your point is great but your post is SO defeatist USAmerican-centric that it's entirely pointless to share? Like yes that sucks for America but unfortunately you live in a hellscape of a scale unimaginable to people not trapped in that hellscape and you have used language that suggests you think the entire world doesn't have this thing you want. Parts of it do, and we want everyone to have it. Stop presuming everything is shit everywhere. Try and imagine better, maybe look and see if anyone is managing it and how they managed it. What are you doing to achieve this thing you want? Are you advocating for it in any way or are you just complaining? We didn't get the things we have in our countries by just asking for them sadly on tumblr with a side order of "but that's just the way the world's going isn't it fucked?" yes so fucking set something on fire about it. Join a union and actually get involved with activism. Oh but it's hard and there's risk? There's risk everywhere. That's the fucking point.
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alexius-fr · 3 months
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NGL notn has worn me out a little
I'm really struggling to get a lot of chests since i cant coli (i hurt my hands a while ago and they still haven't recovered)
But just gathering and bonding give me barely anything and the trades take so long to accumulate stuff for if you can't grind
Idk i am still enjoying it i've had a few good hatches from the couple of eggs i got but I'm just a little bummed out i can't do more
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senzasord · 7 months
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I went to bed at 10:40 and I am still awake because my knees hurt and my mast cells decided to make me cry
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pseudowho · 2 months
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Defending Your Honour
A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.
A multi-fic in a series ❤️🫖☕
Part 1 (Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, and Todo Aoi) link here!
Part 2 (Higuruma Hiromi, Ino Takuma and Itadori Yuuji) link here!
More JJK men and women to come
Trigger Warning: unsolicited dick pics, upskirting, catcalling, threatened sexual assault/reader followed into bathroom
Gojo Satoru
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"Baaaaabe," Satoru whinged from the sofa, at the exact pitch required to set your eyes rolling. You walked back to him, blushing as you felt his eyes roll languidly up and down your bare legs beneath his oversized t-shirt.
Plopping the popcorn bowl down, you sat on the sofa beside him, lazily draping your legs over his lap, tilting your head inquisitively towards him as he teased his long fingers over your thighs. He felt you look at him questioningly, and smirked.
"Nothin'," he shot, "s'too late. Was gonna ask you what movie you wanted, but you're too late. I picked already."
"Oh, really?" You teased, swirling a finger on his pecs, "And what did you choose?"
"Only the cult-classic noughties Anne Hathaway gem...the Princess Diaries. Two." You clapped, squealing with genuine delight as Satoru laughed, pulling you closer onto his lap by the legs.
The movie rolled, and you cuddled under Satoru's arm, taking turns, giggling as you fed each other popcorn. Your phone buzzed, once. You ignored it. Your phone buzzed, again. You ignored it. It buzzed again-- again-- again--
"Someone's popular tonight," Satoru teased, "you wanna get that?" You squirmed uncomfortably under his arm, your lip curled in disgust.
"No, just leave it. Nothing to worry about." Satoru raised an unconvinced eyebrow, but tucked you closer, deliberately missing your mouth with the next piece of popcorn he offered you, shoving it at a nostril instead. You laughed, batting him away.
A few minutes passed, and the incessant buzzing of your phone began again. Satoru felt you tense under his arm. He sat forward, pausing the movie and turning to you.
"Look, you know I won't push for an answer, but...is everything alright?" You turned away from him, lips curled up again, upset.
"This guy from work..." you started guiltily, fidgeting, "...he just keeps messaging me. Won't leave me alone, I-- I've been ignoring him for weeks." Satoru's face pinched in pain and concern. He reached out a hand, threading his fingers through yours.
"Babe...you could have told me." You shrugged, eyes tearing up now. You reached out for your phone, unlocking it.
"I didn't want you to think it was my faul--" you cried out in disgust, dropping your phone into your lap with a jolt, sniffling, face crumpling, "--I'm so sick of this, Satoru."
Satoru slowly reached a hand out to your phone, hesitating for you to stop him. You shook your head tearfully, gesturing loosely at your phone for him to take it.
Satoru's face morphed into something ugly as he scrolled through photo after photo of another man's penis, sometimes flaccid, sometimes hard, held in his hand, covered in cum, in different lighting, at different angles--
"This," Satoru spat, "is not your fault. None of it is." Satoru dropped your phone on the coffee table, turning fully to you again, "Do you know where this guy lives?"
You frowned at Satoru, nodding slowly, considering; "What...are you going to do?"
Satoru's lips quirked at the edges into a dirty little smile; "Nothing for you to worry about. Don't sweat it. I'm the strongest. You know it."
An hour or so later, the owner of the unwanted penis stepped into his apartment, still buzzing after sending you so many good photos, and from the office no less, it was so filthy, so naughty, he just, just knew you'd love it--
"Hey there, guy. I've been waiting for you."
Grabbed bodily by this unreasonably strong, tall, white-haired man, your assailant cried out in terrified indignation as Satoru threw him onto his sofa. Satoru sat on the coffee table opposite him, eyes covered by a black blindfold, spidery legs spread and blocking the man's exit.
"Unlock your phone," Satoru commanded, sounding almost cheerful. The man glared, snarling.
"I'm not unlocking my fucking phone--"
"Unlock your phone," Satoru ordered again, now cold, methodically dangerous, "now."
The assailant reached for his phone with a trembling hand, unlocking it. Satoru held out his own hand expectantly. The man hesitated. Satoru clapped his fingers against his palm, in a display of impatience. Begrudgingly, the man handed over his phone to Satoru, who hummed as he flicked through the disgusting messages the man had been sending you.
"You know," Satoru said conversationally, his words sending shivers of fear up the man's spine, "I kill monsters for a living...did you know that? Probably not." Satoru sucked his teeth, preparing a multi-participant messaging list on the man's phone.
"Got any sisters? Brothers?" Satoru inquired. The man nodded, uncertain. Satoru smiled, as if delighted by the man's cooperation, "Names?"
Shakily, the man reeled off their names, his stomach sinking lower and lower as Satoru asked for more names-- his boss, his best friend, his best friend's wife, his solicitor...
With a happy sigh of finality, Satoru clapped his hands together, throwing the phone back onto the sofa.
"Hope they like your photos, anyway," Satoru chirped to the man, who stared at his frantically buzzing phone as if it were an unexploded bomb, "no takey-backsies!"
Satoru stood, walking to the front door. He paused, turning back slowly, the very air within the flat seeming to crush in around the man with some inconceivable force.
"And if you ever go near my girl again," Satoru offered, calculating, menacing, "the next monster I'll kill is you."
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Megumi and Nobara
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"She doesn't want to go to the book shop with you, she wants to come with me, there's this dress I think she'll look really cute in--"
"--she's my girlfriend Kugisaki!" Megumi snapped, tugging your hand in his so they sat flush against his thigh. You hummed, pretending to consider your options.
"I dunno Megs...if the dress is cute enough, maybe I'll be Nobara's girlfriend instead." Megumi spun to you, appalled, and you laughed as he and Nobara bickered with each other on the way to the escalator.
Ginza was busy, buzzing with the animated, vibrant ebb and flow of the wealthy, and the excitable tourists, and the perfectly-coiffed fashionistas. You, Megumi and Nobara tumbled through the crowd, being reshuffled by the constant bump of passers-by, and you ended up entering the escalator two people ahead of them.
Leaning round to shoot them an apologetic smile, you saw Megumi and Nobara remained embroiled in their sibling-ish argument. You rolled your eyes, facing forward, eyes up to the twinkling lights of the shopping centre.
You thought very little of the twitching of the back of your skirt, so close was the crowd. You heard a cough behind you, loud, barking. You heard another cough, and another, and another.
"Hey-- hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You tried to turn at the sound of Nobara's voice, but failed, shoulders bracketed by the press of the crowd.
"Megumi-- that piece of shit took photos up your girlfriend's skirt! He's covering up the camera noise with coughs!"
"Bastard!"
You cried out as you were shoved forwards, your fingers cracking painfully against the metal of the escalator, and a man in a baseball cap forced his way past you, phone in hand. Nobara and Megumi shouted, in pursuit, Megumi pulling you to your feet as the crowd decompressed at the top of the escalator.
You were confused, humiliated and all turned-around as you staggered at the top of the escalator. Pitying eyes glazed over you in passing, the flow of people giving you a wide berth. You blushed, and clutched the hem of your skirt, feeling so exposed, pulling down the hem at the back.
Megumi had stumbled ahead in chase, but turned back and grasped your hand, his eyes beseeching you to chase with him. Nobara tore off ahead, rounding a corner. You nodded, sniffling, and Megumi raised your clasped hands to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm.
You sprinted together after Nobara and found her pinning the capped man against a wall, effortlessly gripping the front of his hoodie while he squirmed. She was going through his phone, lips twisted in distaste at the intimate photographs he had taken of you.
Megumi approached, fists clenching and unclenching, his nose scrunched in disgust. Nobara held the phone close to her chest, eyeing him inquisitively. Megumi shot you a sideways glance, and shook his head at Nobara.
"Save them for the cops," he snapped, "but for now..." Megumi turned to you; "What do you want to do with this bastard?"
Your lip trembled, and you bit it between your teeth to still it. You felt violated, furiously vengeful.
"I think," you shook out, "we should find this guy a skirt." With matching satisfied, wicked smiles, Megumi and Nobara rounded on your assailant.
The sales assistants manning the changing rooms did not dare approach the scene that was unfolding behind the curtains, some time later. While the capped man frantically sobbed, his knobbly-kneed hairy legs woefully exposed by the cute miniskirt he wore, Megumi kept him arm-locked against the wall, endlessly berating and insulting him, while Nobara knelt, taking miserably unflattering photos of his taint under the hem of his skirt.
You stood back, grimly satisfied as your assailant wept his apologies. As you wiped away tears of mirth, Megumi paused in his bullying for just a moment, to smile at you, eyes soft, warm, full of sincere adoration.
You mused to yourself as Nobara slapped the back of the man's thigh, making him shriek; it's not strictly morally just, you thought to yourself, but I don't strictly care.
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Toge Inumaki
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You found yourself so nervous, the first 'first date' you had had in quite some time. Your date, Inumaki, seemed equally unsure, but rolled with a quiet mischievous confidence that sent butterflies through your tummy.
You had approached him, your outfit suddenly seeming so overdone compared to his hoodie and jeans, and you opened your mouth to apologise for being overdressed. The words stopped in your throat as Inumaki's eyes glimmered with joy, and he gestured up and down your body with one finger, before clasping his hands over his heart and tipping his head back towards the sky.
You pressed a hand over your mouth, blushing, and Inumaki stepped forward to grasp your hands and bring them away from your face, swinging them affectionately in his own. You bumped the side of your head against his, realising with a curling warmth, that he had plaited his fingers in yours as you walked together down the street.
The day passed, in a flurry of arcades, street food, souvenir shopping, buying small gifts for each other...the whole day had been spent in wordless gestures, familiar and comfortable. Inumaki's heart stuttered each time he managed to tease you into a twinkling laugh.
Heading home, hands still swinging together, rich steam and hoppy beer aromas tumbled out of the closely packed ramen shops. You and Inumaki found yourselves pressed uncomfortably close to a pack of young men as you squeezed through the crowd. One man squeezed pricklingly, unnecessarily against you as he passed, the street wide enough to render his intimacy completely unjustifiable.
Inumaki paused, watchful eyes seeing as you drew your shoulders up in defence.
"Oh hey baby! You on a date? Hey bro, your girlfriend just tried to feel me up!" You blushed in furious mortification as your shoulders drew even closer towards your chin, pulling your jacket around yourself, keeping your head down and hoping the assault would just go away.
The young man's pack of friends, four of them, laughed and jeered, taking swigs from cans of beer and turning to join in the game.
"Nice outfit babe! Think I've seen something like it on a street corner near here..."
"Yeah, that jacket ain't coverin' much, sweetheart!"
"Aww, you cold? C'mere baby, I've got something nice and warm for you in my pocket."
As the pack continued to laugh and jeer at you, your happiness shrivelled, and you were reduced to nothing, a pecked worm between birds.
Inumaki raised his hand, slowly drawing his mask down, revealing his unusual facial markings. The pack of men paused, then laughed harder. The original perpetrator raised his beer to Inumaki, and began to speak as Inumaki waggled his tongue in preparation.
"Think you've got a bit of Sharpie on your face, ma--"
"Kiss each other-- like you mean it."
Gripped by something other than his own thoughts and desires, the young man stopped, dropping his can to the floor with a metallic wet thunk...before turning to his friend and grasping his face, pressing a passionate, staggering kiss to his lips. The kiss was enthusiastically reciprocated, and two of the others fought each other for the right to lock lips with the final man.
"Put your hands down his pants."
The crowd around the young men hooted and whistled at the show, as the enforced make-out session grew steamier, beer spilling onto the floor around them, wet kisses sounding through the air, hands down pants, groping.
"Keep going-- really enjoy yourselves."
As the scene before you unfolded into something increasingly erotic and debauched, your jaw dropped, all of your own embarrassment forgotten, and Inumaki raised his mask with a cough. Pulling you to wind through the crowd of onlookers and raised, clicking phone cameras, Inumaki turned and shot you a wink.
You laughed, desperately appreciative, and already planning your second date.
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Fushiguro Toji
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"Toji-- Toji-- I mean it, slow down, I need to pee!"
Toji sighed, brisk and pissed-off (his factory settings), and stopped pulling you along by the hand. He shot you a withering look, until you batted your eyelashes, clasping your hands together as you wiggled at him.
Despite himself, he smirked, glancing away so you didn't see (though you already had), and started scouring the street for public bathrooms.
"Come on, pea-bladder," he mocked, his deep voice slow and drawling, "let's find you somewhere to piss."
"Toji, don't be so gross--"
"Don't be so needy, jeez, or you're payin' for your own dinner." You rolled your eyes, punching his shoulder affectionately. Rounding a corner, a set of public bathrooms appeared opposite a row of shops.
Raising Toji's hand to your face, you pressed a kiss to the back of his enormous fist. Toji pinched your chin lovingly, before spinning you by the shoulders and planting a hefty slap to your bum.
"Hurry up kid. If someone prettier passes while you're in there, I ain't stickin' round." Toji laughed as your jaw dropped, aghast, and pushed you towards the bathrooms.
Toji chuckled to himself as you skipped away, his eyes only briefly registering the figure loitering outside the bathroom as you headed in.
A few minutes passed and you stepped, relieved, out of the stalls and walked to the sink to clean your hands. Sidling from his hiding spot round the corner, a heavy-jacketed man looked towards you as you gasped, immediately backing yourself away against a wall.
"All alone, baby?" The man challenged, tongue sliding across his front teeth as he approached you, a flick knife clacking in his hand. Steeped in terror, your eyes filled with tears, and you were miserably trapped in the corner against a toilet stall. You opened your mouth to beg for your life, but were interrupted by a low, dangerous voice.
"Nah, man. She ain't alone. But you are."
In abrupt, bloody violence, Toji swung a fist, shattering the man's nose and front teeth in an instant. The man's head snapped back and you screamed, spats of blood splattering down to mix with the stale-water-toilet-paper-mulch of the public bathroom floor.
Toji drew his fist back again as the man staggered, Toji's face twisted in filthy, murderous rage; "Chickenshit little coward, I'll fucking gut yo--"
Toji stopped stock-still at your pale little face staring up in terror...at him now, not your would-be assailant twisting like a maggot on the wet floor. Toji felt a hot rush of shame at having been the cause of your terror.
"Babe..." he started, lost for words. You trembled before him. Toji gulped, turning away from you, unable to look you in the eye. As your frightened heart slowed, Toji took a deep, measured breath in through his nose, and out of his mouth.
"I...frightened you. I'm so--" the words caught in Toji's throat, so alien to him. He took a deep breath and tried again; "I'm sorry. Let's finish this guy off together, huh? Before we take him to the cops."
You hesitated, before nodding, tearful eyes smiling up at Toji, sending his belly tumbling. Lifting the bloodied man up by his collar, Toji grinned devilishly at him.
"Swirly..." Toji began to chant, raising his voice as you started to join in, clapping in rhythm, "Swirly, swirly, swirly--"
Other passers-by found alternate public bathrooms that day, put off by the sounds of repeated flushing and strangled wet sobs.
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Ahhh. I managed to find a bit of love even for Toji, who is so SHOCKINGLY in looks and character like my older brother 💀💀💀🫠
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celestialwhoree · 1 month
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Single mom!reader X Simon Riley cute little post deployment fluff
The moment you see Simon's truck pulling into the shared apartment building parking lot, you're gathering your daughter in one hand and Riley's leash in the other, all whilst being bashed unceremoniously in the face by the 'welcome back' sign your three year old insisted on making with glitter glue pens and heart shaped rhinestones. You'd tried to help her with the spelling, but your unwavering conviction very clearly passed down to her, reflected in the gold glitter lettering of 'wellkum bac' and a child covered in more glitter than her little project. 'No bath mama!' still rings in your ears if you listen hard enough.
Anyone could be fooled into thinking that the grim reaper had come for them at the sight of Simons massive, black clad frame blocking out the already dim light of the hallway - but not you, not your daughter and never Riley. He's already dropping his duffel down by his front door, hoisting your squealing daughter on his hip whilst Riley practically vibrates at his feet with how quickly his tail wags. What you can't get used to, however, is the way you're enveloped into his chest, his masked lips pressing kisses into the crown of your head, Riley's leash dropped so he can lace his free hand through the silky softness of your hair.
"You're back." You hear yourself hum into his chest, letting your fingers curl tight into the old cotton of his henley, reminding yourself that he's here, that he's back and safe. "Are you alright? You're not hurt anywhere?" "Few cuts and scrapes - nothing for you to worry about Love." He rumbles, gently pulling you away from the soft warmth of his chest so that he can take your cheeks in one big palm and look properly at you. "Missed you." Simon admits quietly, allowing himself just a moment of quiet affection whilst your daughter is occupied with grabbing at his mask with her chubby little fingers. "And wha's this?" He turns to look down at the toddler in his arms, pointing at the now crumpled sign she clutches. His smile at her poor spelling and valiant effort is concealed by his balaclava, but you can tell by the way that his brown eyes scrunch at the corners that he's grinning warmly as he drops a kiss on your daughters head, now occupied with Riley's soft ears.
"I made dinner." The sound of your own voice, so full of love and longing, feels foreign to you, as foreign as the concept that you've got someone to make dinner for, someone who cares enough for you and your baby to be a consistent part of your life. "I can bring it over, if you want. I'm sure you're probably desperate for some alone time." You stammer in a poor attempt to not sound so lovesick, a lame play at nonchalance. "Let me drop my stuff and shower and I'll be right 'round." The sound of your daughter whinging as she's handed back to you makes you cringe. Simon lifting his mask to press a tender kiss on the apple of your cheek stops you completely.
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They're happening😚 need to commit and give single moms! daughter a name lol
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The first time Eddie calls Wayne 'Dad' he's three years old. He's been staying at Wayne's for a few days now; dropped off by his parents without warning and with the vague promise that they'd be back for him soon, already screaming at each other before they're back in the car and speeding off out of sight. Wayne doesn't even have a change of clothes for him, doesn't have any toys or books or much of an idea how to take care of a toddler. Luckily the kid seems happy enough getting into every nook and cranny of the trailer, and toddling around watching Wayne clean up in Eddie's wake like a particularly rambunctious shadow.
Right now he's sat on the kitchen floor, one of Wayne's baseball caps hanging off his tiny head, bashing happily at the array of pots and pans he's dragged out of the cupboards. It's one hell of a racket, but after three days of this either Wayne's headache can't get any worse or he's starting to get used to Hurricane Eddie. Besides, it's good to see the boy having fun, unbothered by whatever chaos has been going on at home.
The crashing comes to a sudden stop, silence ringing through the trailer, and Wayne looks over to see Eddie swaying in place, blinking like he's having a hard time keeping his eyes open. The boy's like a puppy, Wayne's learning. Either he's bouncing off the walls or he's asleep, not a whole lot of in-between.
"You tired, kid?"
"No," says Eddie, even as his head droops and a yawn near bigger than he is shakes its way through him.
"Uh-huh. Come on, Charlie Watts; let's get you to bed."
Eddie lets Wayne scoop him up into his arms with only a half-hearted whinge in response. He doesn't even have the energy to fight off Wayne's attempts to brush his teeth and scrub away the grime Eddie somehow manages to accumulate over the course of a day, already drifting off against Wayne's shoulder as he carries Eddie down the hall and tucks him into bed.
"Night, Eddie."
"Goodnight, Dad," Eddie murmurs as Wayne's about to turn off the light.
He freezes in place. The hell's he supposed to say to that? Your dad's not here, kid; God only knows when he's coming back? There's no need to upset the boy. But there'll be hell to pay if Wayne's brother comes back for Eddie only to find out he's taken to calling Wayne 'Dad' instead.
Luckily for Wayne, Eddie's fast asleep before he can figure out what to say for the best.
He presses a kiss to Eddie's mop of curls, and closes the door behind him.
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Eddie's nine years old now. He's still short, still so skinny he looks like he hasn't had a decent meal in his life, close to bald 'cause the kid can't go two weeks without catching lice, but he seems happier these days than he has in a good long while. That's all that matters to Wayne.
It's his first birthday since Wayne officially became Eddie's guardian – probably the first birthday anyone's ever given a shit, considering the way Eddie's eyes turn to saucers when Wayne hands him his gift.
"Holy shit!" Eddie says as he opens the case and pulls the acoustic guitar from inside. It's not much, just a beaten up old thing Wayne bought off one of the guys at work, but Eddie clutches it reverently, pulls it into his lap like he's amazed he's being allowed to touch it.
"Watch your language," scolds Wayne. He doesn't have the heart to be stern, though. Not when Eddie's staring down at the guitar as if it's the greatest thing he's ever seen.
He watches with a smile as Eddie plucks tentatively at the strings. Maybe he'll come to regret giving Eddie a way to make even more noise than usual, but it might at least manage to hold his focus, maybe even keep him still for more than five minutes at a time.
And God knows, after the past couple years the kid deserves something special.
"You like it?"
"Yeah! Thanks, Dad." Eddie's head snaps up, and his grin falters as he looks over at Wayne sat beside him. "Uncle Wayne, I mean," he says quickly. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He gives Eddie a gentle pat on the back. It's enough for the kid to brighten up again, his attention already back to his guitar, the moment forgotten. "Now how 'bout you take that to your room and start practicing while I fix us some breakfast?"
"Birthday pancakes?" says Eddie as he follows Wayne into the kitchen with a hopeful grin, still clutching the guitar against his chest.
"I don't remember promising birthday pancakes."
"I remember, old man."
"Who're you calling old, you little punk?" Wayne says, and shoos Eddie back out of the kitchen. "Go on, get out of here."
He watches Eddie bound down the hall to his bedroom, and after a moment the first clumsy notes fill the trailer.
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When Eddie's fourteen Wayne gets a call from the sheriff's office, and he arrives at the station to find Eddie cuffed to one of the desks, sullen and stubborn and looking too much like Wayne's brother for comfort. It's not the first time Eddie's landed himself in trouble, but it is the first time the cops have been involved.
He just prays it'll be the last. Wayne's seen this story play out enough times to know how it usually ends.
When he catches sight of Wayne waiting for him, Eddie just rolls his eyes.
"I 'spose you're about to tell me it was all Jeff's idea," says Wayne once they've piled back into the truck and put the police station firmly in the rear-view. He's not expecting an answer, doesn't expect Eddie to grunt more than a few words at a time to him lately, but the awkward silence is still too alien for him to let it sit.
"It was my idea."
"So you're stealing cars now, huh?" He keeps his tone light, as if they're just talking about Eddie's latest obsession, like always. As if his newfound hobby isn't breaking into cars over in Loch Nora.
"I wasn't gonna steal–" Eddie starts, before he's clamping his mouth shut like don't talk to cops extends to Wayne as well now. He glares back out of the window.
"You know next time it happens the sheriff ain't gonna be so lenient."
"Thanks for the lecture, Dad." Eddie lets out a bitter laugh that can't quite mask the hurt behind it. "Oh, wait a sec…"
Wayne sighs. The subject of Eddie's dad has come up enough times these past few months they're gonna have to have a good long talk about him sooner or later. "That what this is about?"
"No."
"But he's been on your mind, right?"
He glances over at Eddie. He's slumped even lower in his seat, arms folded tight across his skinny chest, and determinedly not making eye contact.
"Trust me, kid, he ain't anything worth looking up to."
"Yeah, well what if I'm a screw up just like he is?"
"You're not."
Eddie scoffs. Wayne watches him until the light up ahead turns green.
"The way I see it," he says, "your life's 'bout to fork in two different directions. You keep on down this road, you end up either dead or in a cell right next to your old man's."
Eddie's quiet beside him, but Wayne can tell he's listening, can see the little furrow to his brow as he turns the words over in his mind.
"Or, you take all that pain and anger you got inside you, and you turn it into something worthwhile."
Finally, Eddie looks back at him. "Like what?"
"Don't have to be big. Don't have to be important. All that matters is it means something to you."
They slip back into silence for the rest of the drive, but it's a more comfortable kind this time, a thoughtful kind of silence. Wayne kills the engine and they climb out onto the dirt in front of the trailer.
"Uncle Wayne?" says Eddie, his voice small. He's still lingering by the truck when Wayne peers back at him.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry," he says. "For being an asshole."
"You're not an asshole, Ed. And you ain't about to turn into one. Not on my watch."
Eddie's mouth twitches. It's not a smile, but it isn't far off. "Promise?"
"Yeah, kid. I promise," says Wayne with a smile of his own, and he curls an arm around Eddie's shoulders, hugging him tight as he steers them inside.
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At nineteen, Eddie's lying in a hospital bed.
Wayne's been sat at his bedside for God only knows how long at this point – the days have blurred into a steady stream of doctors and beeping machines, hours and minutes fallen to the wayside. The only time he leaves Eddie's side is when Eddie's friends come by to keep their own vigil.
They're all still waiting for him to wake up.
One hand clasping Eddie's, Wayne reads the paper to him to pass the time. He knows Eddie doesn't much care about what's happening out in the real world, and nor does Wayne right now, but any books of Eddie's are lost in whatever mess the quake left of their trailer, and Wayne needs something to keep his eyes from the angry red bruises circling Eddie's neck.
He looks like he's been strung up. The way the town has been baying for Eddie's blood, it wouldn't be much surprise. The rest of his injuries, though – well, no-one seems to have any explanation for those.
Maybe one day Eddie will be able to provide one himself.
There's a tiny noise above him, and Wayne's head snaps up to Eddie's face. He's watched every flutter of Eddie's eyelids, every twitch of his fingers, heart in his throat until the moment passes and Eddie sleeps on. But this time, Eddie stirs.
"Eddie?"
"Dad?"
He frowns with the effort of cracking his eyes open, struggling under the weight of his own body.
"It's all right," Wayne says. He brushes his thumb over Eddie's cheek, careful to avoid the stitches, and squeezes the hand tucked in his tighter. Eddie grips him back. "I'm right here."
Eddie's bleary eyes focus on Wayne, crinkling at the corners with the smile that spreads across his face. "Dad," he rasps again as tears spill down his cheeks.
Wayne's face is wet with his own as he presses a kiss to Eddie's forehead. "Welcome back, son."
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The Rumour
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Summary: to stop Duncan Hobhouse's advances, f!MC tells a small lie to get him to stop... only, news travels fast in Hogwarts.
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“Oh, Duncan, would you just leave it?”
MC stormed through the library, pulling out the books she needed with thunderous force. Duncan Hobhouse scuttled after her, whining like a lost cat.
For the past hour, he’d done nothing but ask MC if she would go on a date with him.
“I just want to thank you for the Venomous Tentacula leaf you got me!” He whinged for the seventh time.
MC spun on her heel, her eyes dark and her jaw set.
“You’ve thanked me. Consider me thanked. Now can you please just leave me be!”
Madam Scribner shot an angry shush from across the library. MC had to swallow down the fury that was bubbling inside her.
“I want to thank you properly, MC, and what better way than a drink in The Three Broomsticks?”
She ignored him, carrying her books towards a free table in the far corner, praying that Hobhouse got the hint.
“Come on,” He continued, sticking to her like a shadow, “Give me one good reason why you won’t go on a date with me?”
“Because my boyfriend wouldn’t like it!”
The words had fallen out of her mouth before she’d even thought of them; she brought her hand to her mouth as if she could stuff them back in. Why in Merlin’s name had she said that?
“Boyfriend? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Who is it? I’ll duel him for your hand in an instant!” Duncan puffed out his chest, but his glasses slid down his nose and he looked just like a first-year.
MC decided to bluff him.
“It’s Sebastian. Sebastian Sallow. Shall I let him know to meet you at Crossed Wands?”
Duncan’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped to his chest.
“No, no that’s okay. Probably best not to mention it. I should be going actually, I’ve - er - I’ve got a - a book I need to read. I’ll see you around, MC.”
Duncan scurried away with the fear of God propelling him forwards. MC let out a hearty laugh, grateful to have discouraged the boy finally. She turned back to the table, and jumped out her skin when she was met face-to-face with another student.
Zenobia Noke stood with her mouth wide and eyes large.
“No. Way.” She breathed.
A dozen thoughts sped through MC’s mind - most of them were different forms of murder - but before she could act, Zenobia rushed off to the nearest group of people she could find and began to whisper, all the while with her eyes glued to MC.
“Zenobia, wait-” MC cried, but she was defeated.
In true Hogwarts fashion, it was spreading like wildfire. In an instant, the three surrounding tables were already talking, one Gryffindor boy even blatantly pointing to her. Was that Slytherin telling Madam Scribner? Merlin, Zenobia had moved on to the portraits!
This was a storm she couldn’t control, but she could possibly catch Sebastian before it caught up to him.
MC sprinted out of the library, dropping her books in a heap on the floor. The eyes and heads that followed her couldn’t slow her down as she sprinted up the steps of Central Hall, out the right door, and across the small bridge to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower.
Sebastian was always here, and she would have to be the unluckiest person alive for it to be the one day he decided to hang out elsewhere. She scanned the crowds desperately from the balcony, but didn’t catch a glimpse of him.
Her feet carried her down the stairs two at a time toward the Undercroft, and thanked Merlin that the gears of the clock were just starting to turn.
Sebastian stepped a foot out of the door, but MC barrelled into him - and Ominis - shoving them back inside.
“Ow, what on Earth- MC? What are you doing?” He protested, almost tripping backward over Ominis’ feet.
“You have to -” She panted, catching her breath, “You have to stay in here.”
“What? Why?” Ominis demanded, shoving Sebastian out of his face with a huff, “What’s going on?”
“Uh-” MC hadn’t thought this far, “There’s a fire, so we should stay here.”
“A fire?” Sebastian frowned, reaching for the door again, “We should go help!”
“NO!”
Ominis and Sebastian gave her a look, so she corrected herself.
“No, not a fire. I meant- um- I meant that Peeves is juggling fire out there so we should wait a minute.”
Ominis narrowed his eyes and tutted.
“I can handle a Poltergeist, MC. I’m going to be late to Potions.”
MC tried to stop him, but Ominis was surprisingly strong and moved her arm from the doorway with ease. Out of stopping Ominis and keeping Sebastian in the Undercroft, MC decided to cut her losses.
“MC, what is going on?” Sebastian smirked with a sly smile, “If you wanted me in the Undercroft alone you could have just asked.”
“Oh, shut it, Sallow,” MC sighed, smacking his shoulder.
She checked behind her but Ominis was far gone, so she pushed Sebastian into the centre of the room. He laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
“Is this where you murder me? Is that why you wanted Ominis out of the way? I’ve got to say, I’d rather not die in the Undercroft, but there are worse ways to go I guess-”
“Would you shut up for one second? Merlin, you’re insufferable sometimes. Look, I need to tell you something-”
The gate to the Undercroft flew open, and Ominis barrelled in, holding his stomach and laughing maniacally.
“Is it true, MC?” He said between gasps, holding the door frame for support. MC had never seen Ominis so without composure, but her fury saw no bounds.
“How the Hell did you find out so fast?”
“Find out what?” Sebastian asked dumbly.
Ominis shrugged, wiping the tears from beneath his eyes, “Professor Ronen told me.”
“PROFESSOR RONEN? WHO TOLD HIM?”
“Told him what?”
Ominis sniggered again, “He didn’t say, though Peeves has already made a rather catchy song about it-”
“How did Peeves find out?”
Ominis shrugged, “Oh, I told him.”
“You did what? Ominis Gaunt, you are a dead man!”
“Told him about what!” Sebastian yelled, his jaw set and his eyebrows furrowed.
There was an awkward silence, and MC slowly turned back to Sebastian, her face scarlet red.
“Don’t be mad…”
“If you start like that, I cannot guarantee it,” He frowned. She could almost see the steam coming from his ears. Ominis started laughing again, but did his best to keep it quiet.
“Look, it all started because Duncan Hobhouse-”
Ominis hissed at his name. MC ignored him.
“-because Duncan Hobhouse would not stop pestering me about going on a date with him. Saying ‘no’ just wasn’t cutting it, so I told him I had a boyfriend.”
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, “Go on.”
MC sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Duncan said he would duel whoever my boyfriend was just so he could take me on a date. So I had to think of someone who he’d never, ever want to take on in a duel…”
Sebastian puffed his chest out and raised his chin, a beaming smile illuminating his features.
“So you told Duncan Hobhouse that I was your boyfriend?”
“Don’t look so smug about it,” She scowled, but the damage was already done.
Sebastian pulled his wand from his back pocket and dramatically rolled his sleeves up, heading for the door.
“Uh, where are you going?” MC said, eyes going wide.
“To duel Duncan Hobhouse! I have a lady’s honour to defend!”
“Don’t you- Sallow, Come back here! - Ominis, you better shut your mouth- Sebastian! Wait!”
(part 2? do you want?)
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How high on the clingy/protective scale these boys are …
Dick: a solid 8.5/10.
A very clingy bean.
Dick would be attached to your hip 24/7 if he could but he couldn’t answer that makes him sad.
In the wise words of @obsessedwithromance on one of my recent posts; ‘if Dick was a dog, he’d be a husky.’
And he’d make a very vocal husky at that with how often he whines and whinges whenever you tried to move from his grasp, acting as though every attempt in removing yourself from his arms were an attack against his character. So he will take personal offence to you wanting to leave him out in the cold and desolate place that was your bedroom. 💀
‘Stop trying to get out of my arms.’ He moans, tightening his hold on you as he buried his head into your neck, locking legs with you for extra measure. ‘Dick, I love you but you’re being too clingy for me right now.’ You reply and had just noticed the error of your ways almost immediately and were about to explain yourself but it was already too late, for you had set Dick the human husky off.
‘Me? Clingy? I thought you liked it when I was clingy? Why the sudden change? What did I do wrong? Why don’t you love me?’ Dick began his tirade and you could only lay there and let him talk your ear off -and loudly might I add- about how you apparently didn’t love him enough, which was a bunch of bullshit, but dick was too in his feelings to listen to reason. You’ll have to kiss him to shut him up, there’s no other option.
So once he’s settled down, he’ll go back to cuddling against your back,smiling dopily while you could only congratulate for a job well done at defusing the situation form getting any worse. You love your dramatic human husky and you wouldn’t change anything for anyone.
Jason: 7.5/10 or a 8/10.
The only time you’re seeing this man be clingy as all hell if he’s in a particular mood and want your affection, which might as well be all the time with this man, or after a not so great nightmare.
He would wake up in a cold sweat and immediately look for you and hold you against his chest as though you were his personal teddy bear, only just until his breathing evens out and not so tense in the muscles. Until then he holds onto you tightly and familiarises himself with you in anyway that he could, whether that be counting your eyelashes, noting the different shades that make up your eyes and much more.
At least just enough to help him gain some sense of self and awareness that he was safe and sound from all harm.
Like Jaime, Jason would watch over you like a hawk as Red Hood without a shadow of a doubt, and Jason has his reasons to do so as he knows the type of people who litter the streets of Gotham at night like the back of his hand. He doesn’t want to subject you to that sort of life of constant fear of having to look over your shoulder in hopes that there wasn’t someone following you home.
For in his minds eye, he’s your sole protector and the one thing that stands between the scumbags of the street and you. Jason doesn’t take this position he’s given himself lightly, it’s unlike him to anyway, as your safety is his top priority and he’d do anything to obtain it; whether they way it’s obtained was morally questionable or not, he doesn’t care for as long as your safe, he’ll live to learn with having permanent blood on his hands.
Damian: 5/10 on a good day. 2/10 in general.
He’s not an overly clingy person. Protective? yes. Clingy? No. It’s just not in just nature and he can be very awkward going about it too.
Damian knows he doesn’t have to constantly survey you 24/7, he has more faith in you and your abilities then most. He knows that you won’t call upon him if at all when faced with a situation that you could easily resolve yourself.
However if you were to get hurt on his watch or otherwise, that’s when he gets slightly clingy and will attempt to be within any space with you possible. Damian shows care in a completely different way than most and will more or less act like a guard dog when it came to you.
This little dude will point his sword at anyone that comes into close contact with you while glaring at them, meanwhile you’re having to push the blade of his sword down and away from the poor victim, only for Damian to raise his sword back towards their throat once more.
‘Pack it in.’ You’d hiss.
‘No. You’re practically useless when hurt, so let me deal with this one.’ Damian said.
You purposely ignored the fact that he had just called you useless and instead pushed the blade of his sword down until it was pointing at the floor again. ‘He’s not even a threat, just a regular citizen. So you can stop it with the fear attics now.’ You told him in a hushed tone. Damian meets your eyes with a glare of his own. ‘How you can be certain he’s a harmless civilian? What if he’s a low life thug of an underground drug syndicate on the rise? You can’t allow yourself to trust every face you meet.’ He replies, not one to back down for anyone, not even you.
You sigh as you rubbed the sides of your head. ‘Well at least try not to cause more issue for your dad. I swear between you, Jason, Tim and Dick I don’t know who gives him the most grey hairs.’
Jaime: runner up for Dick’s crown with also a 8.5/10
He’s clingy in a sense that he fears of loosing you constantly.
Khaji-Da doesn’t make the situation any better as it only encourages Jaime’s Innate clinginess tenfold, and now Jaime can’t go a couple of minutes without offering to join you on wherever your going.
He just cares about you very deeply and wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he’d ever lost you despite having the ability to stop any harm from coming your way. So needless to say that you spend most of your time with him and his family is a severe understatement.
It’s not as though he doesn’t trust you, he wholeheartedly does, but that trust doesn’t extend to potential outside threats. Hell, he would even go as far as to watch over you as Blue Beatle, much to the behest of literally everyone that isn’t Khaji-Da because the scarab is just as clingy over you in a sense that you were Jaime’s mate and there for should be within close proximity to him at all times.
It’s endearing but I think it’s about time you told Kahji-Da to cool it on the whole threatening people you talked to with plans to eliminate them…
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Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.
I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ
You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~
Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.
You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.
You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.
Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.
Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.
Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.
That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.
He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.
So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.
He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.
It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.
You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.
wc ; 1.2k
His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.
Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.
Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜
The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.
Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.
Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.
Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.
Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.
A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜
Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜
Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.
❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜
Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.
I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.
As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~
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The Scriptorium
Summary: After a harrowing journey through Slytherin's Scriptorium, Ominis helps MC recover from being subjected to the torture curse. After all, he has personal experience dealing with its effects.
Ominis Gaunt x GN!MC
A/N: The fact that I haven't written and posted an Ominis one shot before this is a crime, honestly. Almost as much of a crime as it is that after the trauma that is the scriptorium, both boys just walk away at the end of the mission. So, I fixed it. Also, the first 2.4k of this is a description of the scriptorium mission. Most of the events/dialogue are straight from the game. So, feel free to skip ahead to the middle of this (once they're out of the scriptorium) if you don't need the refresher.
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, talks of child abuse, descriptions of being crucio'd, awkward teenagerness in general, MC is naked for part of it but it's not sexual (they just needed a bath, okay?), Sebastian is a walking red flag in this mission but that's not my fault
Word count: 4880
You wound down the dark staircase, descending into Slytherin’s scriptorium. Sebastian entered in after you.
“Dark ominous corridors. My favourite,” he quipped.
“No comment,” Ominis replied coolly as he followed you both.
“Come on, that was a good one,” Sebastian said jovially.
You held back a snicker.
The ancient corridor at the bottom was littered with shattered stone and ended in a sealed door. You found a note left by Noctua Gaunt. She had been here. You repaired the stone into a relief, which Sebastian pointed out showed a person facing a snake.
Ominis shifted anxiously on his feet. He explained the sinister voice he heard telling him to speak to it. He told you how he was a Parselmouth – someone who could speak to snakes. He was certain that speaking to the door would open it, but he was hesitant.
“I’m hoping you’re having second thoughts,” he admitted.
“I see no reason we should stop now,” you replied, unaware of how much you’d come to regret those words.
Ominis breathed out a defeated sigh. “It’s ironic. When I left home, I vowed to leave the Dark Arts behind. And yet, here I am…Stand back.”
You took several steps backward, and Ominis turned to face the door. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered to himself.
You stared in awe as a low hissing came from your friend’s lips. The eyes of two of the snakes carved in the door illuminated with green light, and they slithered up around the frame. The door opened.
“It worked!” you said, stunned. “Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.”
“Between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out,” Sebastian whinged light-heartedly.
Ominis’s brows drew together. “Between the two of us?”
“I – never mind,” Sebastian stuttered, realizing his slip.
You weren’t sure yet if you could trust Ominis with your secret. Professor Fig had asked you not to share details with anyone, and you’d already gone against that advice with Sebastian.
You entered into the next room and were met with a locked gate. Next to it was a dial with a statue of a snake atop it. Once you were all inside, the door you’d come through shut behind you. That was the first moment where you thought this might be a mistake. Sebastian pointed out another sealed gate. Ominis suggested inspecting them for clues on how to proceed forward.
You ducked through a half-opened gate and found another note from Noctua. Her description of feeling unwelcome in the scriptorium didn’t inspire confidence in you. Nearby was another dial. You lit the torch beside it and turned one of the large metal discs. A hissing emitted from the statue as it began to rotate. You flicked through the dial, studying the symbols. Both discs had the same pattern.
In a flash, the snake lunged at you, biting your jaw as you stumbled backwards.
“That didn’t sound good,” Ominis said.
“It’s fine,” you asserted, frustration edging into your voice as you wiped the blood from your face with your sleeve. You really should’ve expected something like that.
“Salazar Slytherin didn’t make this easy,” Sebastian observed.
Obviously, you thought as you rolled your eyes. You’d be more than happy to let him take a stab at the dial.
You returned to the other dial. The gate next to it had symbols carved into it, as well. You illuminated your wand and saw that they matched some from the dial. You wished you’d noted that earlier.
“I think matching the dial to the symbols on the gate will open it,” you said.
“It seems Slytherin liked to play games,” Ominis said thoughtfully.
“Must run in the family,” Sebastian quipped.
“Look in a mirror, Sebastian,” Ominis replied irritably.
You quickly aligned the symbols on the dial to the ones sealing the doorway next to it. The serpents on the metal gate shifted, and it raised automatically.
“Matching the symbols did open it,” you said, relieved. You had half expected to be bitten again.
“Was about to do that myself, but you got to it first,” Sebastian said.
You just shot him a waspish look.
He coughed awkwardly. “Nice work,” he said.
You shook your head before continuing forward. In a pit at the end of the corridor, you found a third dial along with another note from Noctua.
I failed the dial, and it struck my face as if it were a real serpent, she started. You scoffed to yourself. Yeah, thanks for the warning, you thought sarcastically as you dabbed at your stinging jaw. She continued on in her letter to decry the way their family forced dark magic on their children.
“Ominis, your aunt wanted to change your family’s traditions,” you said.
“She did,” he confirmed in a wistful voice. “And she was my favourite person in the world for it.”
You felt a pang of sorrow for your friend. He’d lost the only member of his family that had ever been decent to him. You hoped for his sake that this adventure would provide answers as to what happened to her.
You went back to the main room, checking the symbols on the other gate that was still sealed. You went back to the dial that’d bitten you. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you shifted the discs. There were two dials and only one door. You couldn’t be certain which went with it. You were relieved when you heard the metal clanking of the gate opening, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
“That sounded promising,” Ominis said.
“Another dial solved,” you replied gleefully as you searched for another door.
“Impressive. Nice work,” Ominis’s silky voice called out almost reverently from the dark.
You chuckled at how similar yet distinct the two Slytherins were, complimenting you with the same words but in entirely different ways.
You entered the newly opened archway. You read yet another note left behind by Noctua, warning of painful challenges but telling of rewards, as well. You relayed the information to your companions.
“Painful – that’s the part I’m wary of,” Ominis said, sounding nervous.
“All I heard was rewards. Keep going,” Sebastian replied with a flippant fort of confidence.
Sure enough, there was another gate at the back of the new room. You wound your way back to the remaining dial and shifted it to match the final gate. Once you aligned the discs, the gate opened with a hiss. You downed a wiggenweld to heal your gashed chin now that you weren’t likely to be bitten again. Hopefully.
“Excellent work,” Sebastian said brightly. “We’re another step closer to the scriptorium.”
Sebastian was just outside the archway when you made it back. “I spotted something ahead,” he said, fear edging into his voice for the first time. “Looks troubling.”
“This whole place is troubling, but, for my aunt’s sake, we cannot stop now,” Ominis replied.
You noted privately that you couldn’t really stop even if you had wanted to. Having only one way forward, the three of you crept into the newly revealed corridor. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach as you stepped inside.
Curiously, the torches lining the space were already lit. More clanking rang out behind you.
“The gate!” Sebastian said in a panicked tone. “I think we’re locked in. Again.”
“Then Salazar Slytherin is not yet finished with us,” Ominis said dismally.
You were inclined to agree. You couldn’t help but think that Noctua’s optimism about the Hogwarts founder was misplaced. You approached the door at the end of the corridor, feeling a cold wash over you like walking through a ghost.
Your heart dropped as you spotted the bones lying in front of the door, right next to the word ‘crucio’ in glowing letters. On the other side of the skeleton, you found another note. With shaking hands, you reread how to proceed. You looked again at the remains of Ominis’s aunt. You felt like you were about to be sick.
“Ominis. A skeleton…And Noctua’s last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here – blocked by an Unforgivable Curse,” you said, unable to bring yourself to put it more directly.
Ominis looked shattered. “This…is where she died,” he said in disbelief. He began pacing in anger. “This is where we’ll die. I shouldn’t have listened to either of you.”
His words struck harder than you would’ve expected.
“Ominis, I’m truly sorry about your aunt,” Sebastian said. “But, I know what to do. It’s going to be difficult.”
You raised an eyebrow at the brunet. You discussed the matter with him. He voiced aloud what you already knew. The only way out was casting the cruciatus curse. Something only one of you had done before. Sebastian implored you to talk to Ominis.
You had already convinced him to go into this despicable place. You couldn’t ask him to cast an unforgivable, too. Sebastian steeled himself to confront him.
“Ominis, I know this is the last thing you want to do–” Sebastian started.
“Yes! It is! I thought you knew me better!” Ominis spat back.
“But this is different,” Sebastian insisted. “Whoever you cast it upon will have agreed to it first. It wouldn’t be an innocent ‘victim.’ We have to open the door.”
“The spell won’t work unless you mean it,” Ominis said. “That’s true of all unforgivables. If it must be done, then one of you must cast it.”
“What do we do now?” you asked Sebastian. “Ominis is not going to cast the cruciatus curse again.”
“Ridiculous!” Sebastian groused. “As if dying in here is a better option than casting a damned spell.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s up to us. I can teach you crucio, or I can cast it on you.”
Your eyes widened. “Wait – you didn’t say you knew how to cast crucio,” you said.
Sebastian pursed his lips. “Because I’m not sure I do,” he replied. “Ominis knows that, yet he’s left us no choice. I don’t yearn to follow in Noctua Gaunt’s footsteps.” He glanced down at the remains. “I think I can cast it if I have to.”
Your stomach twisted at the thought of casting the curse. The hatred required. “I don’t want to learn the curse, but I can handle the pain,” you said more confidently than you felt. “It’s fine. Cast it on me.”
“I shan’t forget this,” Sebastian vowed. He swallowed thickly. “Ready?”
You nodded. “I’m ready,” you said, though your trembling voice betrayed how untrue that was. How could you be ready for such a thing?
Sebastian raised his wand. “Crucio!” he said quickly, before he could lose his nerve.
A red bolt erupted from his wand and struck you. You crumpled to the floor as blinding pain flooded through your whole body. You cried out. It was like molten shrapnel had exploded out from within you, shredding your muscles, tearing apart your organs, and splintering your bones.
“Are you all right?” Sebastian asked, his voice was scared and distant.
You could barely make sense of the words as your senses were overtaken. The red jet arced from you to the door, and it melted away. Jolts of pain still crackled through you as you pushed yourself onto your feet. You struggled to pull air into your lungs.
“A-are you all right?” Ominis asked, clearly shaken.
“That pain,” you groaned. You looked at Ominis’s horrified expression and felt guilt stab into you at the trauma he must be relieving. You couldn’t imagine going through that so young. “It was excruciating, but I’ll survive. Let’s keep moving.”
You just wanted out of there.
Sebastian was enraptured as he entered the room – as if it were sodding Honeydukes and not the lair of a dark wizard. Ominis edged cautiously inside, as well. For once, the door didn’t slam behind you.
You found an old tome and informed Sebastian and Ominis.
“You found something?” Sebastian asked excitedly.
“You two go ahead – let me know what’s in it,” Ominis said, voice still quavering. “I’ll wander around a bit.”
You were about to check on him, but Sebastian appeared at your side. “May I have a look?” he asked, gesturing to the book in your grasp. You handed it over.
“What do you think?” you asked.
“Looks like a spellbook of some kind,” Sebastian replied eagerly. “This is incredible! A Hogwarts founder’s possession – what an honour.” He shook his head. “Still can’t believe Ominis never told me about his aunt and what she found.”
You could. In fact, you wished he’d never brought it up – and that you’d never pushed him on it. “What will you do with Slytherin’s spellbook?” you asked, aiming for a casual tone. Really, you were nervous about his intentions.
Sebastian gave you a playful grin. “What I do with every book – read it! Having professors as parents ingrained that habit early on,” he said lightly. “But I can do that later. For now, I say we explore this room. It’s breathtaking.”
You didn’t feel the same eagerness Sebastian showed – perhaps because he wasn’t the one who had just been tortured. Still, it was a bit shocking to see him so chipper after casting an unforgivable on you mere minutes ago.
“I’ve been getting an uneasy feeling about this place,” Ominis called anxiously up to you both. “We shouldn’t linger here. Let’s find a way out, please.”
Sebastian chuckled. “I don’t want to leave, but I owe you – both of you,” he said. “Without both of you, we’d never have made it this far.”
“We were lucky – we could have died!” Ominis said seriously. “We must swear never to do this again.”
You saw Sebastian roll his eyes. You picked up a note lying on the desk as you tried to shove down your irritation with the boy.
“I see a way out!” Sebastian announced.
“Best news I’ve heard all day,” Ominis replied, breathing a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs.
You all exited through the hidden doorway.
“Ominis, about your aunt–” Sebastian started as he emerged from the wall back into the dungeon corridor.
“Please, Sebastian,” Ominis cut him off. “I meant what I said before. We swear right now never to engage in anything to do with dark magic again!”
“Understood,” Sebastian replied immediately, much to your surprise. “I’m truly sorry about your aunt, Ominis.”
“I suppose, after all this, I am grateful to know what happened to her,” he said quietly. He turned to you. “Thank you.”
You didn’t know what to say. Sebastian hurried off, probably to go delve into the book. Ominis leaned against the wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he tried to process the night’s events.
You chewed your lip. “Ominis, I’m so sorry I dragged you down there. I hadn’t imagined we’d end up trapped like that,” you said sincerely.
He pushed off the wall, stepping toward you. “Salazar Slytherin did,” he replied darkly. “He’s to blame for many unimaginable things.”
You felt a new wave of fear at Sebastian having his spellbook.
“I’m just glad we made it out of there,” he continued. “How are you doing? The cruciatus curse is pure torture – I would know.”
You nodded. “I’m fine. Sebastian told me a little of what happened when you were young,” you said. “Sounds as if you had no choice.”
Ominis sighed. “Should’ve known he would’ve told you,” he muttered. “And one always has a choice. I’m as guilty as the worst of my family. Like I said, unforgivable curses won’t work unless you really mean them. I had to want to cause pain, and for that I shall never forgive myself. I will regret casting it forever.”
You flinched as you thought of the pain that had surged through you less than half an hour ago. Sebastian had wanted you to feel it. You couldn’t imagine feeling that way toward him or Ominis, especially now that you knew what it was like.
Warm fingers slipped into your hand, and you looked up to see Ominis’s brow furrowed in concern. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I should’ve insisted we found another way out. Really, I shouldn’t have told Sebastian about the scriptorium in the first place. I am glad to know what happened to my aunt, but…not at your expense.”
You swallow thickly as you stared up at his kind face. “I’m all right, really,” you said.
He arched a brow at you. “Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly. “I can feel your hand shaking.”
You realized he was right. Your muscles were twitching with aftershocks from the curse. You suspected they had been since Sebastian’s curse released. You were just so out of sorts that you hadn’t noticed. “Oh,” you said dimly.
Ominis laced his fingers with yours. “Let’s get you some tea and a blanket. You must be freezing,” he said.
You were freezing, you realized. Ominis led you into the Slytherin common room. You just followed him numbly. It was like your body had reacted to the pain by shutting off your senses. Your mind had been overwhelmed. You felt like you were moving through fog now.
Before you knew it, you had a hot cup of tea in your hands and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Ominis rubbed slow circles on your back. His touch grounded you, keeping you from slipping into the recesses of your mind.
“Is this how you felt after?” you asked, turning your glazed eyes toward Ominis.
He stiffened, his hand freezing in place, as his features contorted in a grimace. You could see his throat bob as he swallowed.
“Sorry,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
Ominis shook his head. “I expect so,” he said thoughtfully, answering your question. “I would have a tremor and feel a numbing cold. One of our elves tended to me after the first time. My mother locked me in my room, and he brought me tea and tucked me into bed with extra blankets even though she’d instructed them to leave me alone. He…He also knew how it felt.” His jaw tensed. “My family distributes their cruelty quite generously.” He spat out the last sentence like venom.
You felt tears prick your eyes. “I’m sorry you both went through that,” you said.
He just nodded.
“The numbness wears off after a while,” he said as he resumed the languid circles on back. “Then it’s like…your senses are frayed. Everything is just…too much. Noise. Scents. Everywhere is too hot or too cold. Even clothes are…Well, you get the idea.”
His cheeks were coloured pink.
“How long until that starts?” you asked. It sounded dreadful.
“Maybe an hour from now?” he said. He cleared his throat. “I found that a warm bath in a quiet room helps. Not hot but body temperature. It’s almost like floating in nothing. I expect you’d want the room dark, as well, but I really wouldn’t know.”
He chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh, as well. You sipped your tea, and you felt yourself relax slightly as the warm liquid slid down your throat. A shiver ran through you, and you tucked into Ominis’s side, resting your head on his shoulder.
He was caught by surprise, but he quickly wrapped his arm around you, holding you tightly to himself. He even rested his head on top of yours.
You stayed like that for a long time. Ominis traced his wand down a schoolbook with the hand not holding you. He checked in every once in a while to make sure you hadn’t run out of tea, casting a charm to refill your cup when needed. Slowly, your tremor subsided and your body warmed. The cold nothingness that had enveloped you was eventually replaced by a sort of static. It was barely noticeable at first, but it grew more and more grating. You felt stifled between the fire, blanket, and Ominis’s warm body next to you. You had to set your tea down because it was scalding. Your uniform scratched like sandpaper over every inch of your skin. The crackling of the flames and students speaking in low voices grew louder until the noises pounded in your ears. The dim common room seemed blindingly bright. Even the usually calming scent of Ominis’s cologne was an attack on your senses.
You groaned as you curled into yourself. Ominis scooted away from you, and you felt a pang of guilt at the relief it gave you.
“Let’s get you that bath,” Ominis said quietly as he tucked his book into his bag.
He grabbed your sleeve and tugged you to the lavatory. You cast a charm to block the windows. Only the faintest light filtered through. You sagged against one of the sinks, holding your frazzled head in your hands. Ominis filled a tub with a water-making charm, knowing the rush from the taps would be deafening. He heated the water with another spell, dipping his hand it to ensure it was the right temperature. He even set out a towel for you.
“All set,” he said gently. “I’ll relock the door on my way out so no one disturbs you.”
“Could you…stay?” you asked sheepishly.
You could just make out Ominis’s eyes as they widened. “Oh,” he squeaked. “Erm, yes, I suppose so. Are you sure you want me to?”
“I’d rather not be alone,” you admitted, wincing at your own voice as it seemed to boom out from you. “And, well, it’s not like you can see anything…right?”
He chuckled softly. “You’re correct,” he whispered.
He moved to a window seat on the far wall, and you slipped out of your robes. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, your cheeks flushed as you stood naked in a room with Ominis in it. The cold air was like ice on your skin. You quickly climbed into the bath. It was like applying a balm to a sunburn. You really did feel wrapped in nothing as you were surrounded by water exactly the same temperature as you. You closed your eyes, shutting out the last bit of light.
You felt the tension that had been mounting melt out of your body. The only sensations aside from the cool air on your face were the sound of your own breathing and occasional turn of a page as Ominis read. You couldn’t even hear his breaths from where he sat.
With time, your breathing stopped seeming so loud and you stopped noticing the temperature of the room as much. The water in your tub was exactly as warm as it’d been when you slipped inside. You realized Ominis must’ve charmed it to stay that way. He was quite a talented wizard.
You sat up a bit in the tub, leaning your head back on the edge of it, but you kept your eyes closed. You weren’t ready to take in visual stimuli again just yet. “Ominis?” you asked, pleased when the word didn’t ring in your ears.
“Yes, MC?” he replied quietly.
“Thank you. For helping me. It…it would’ve been awful to go through this alone,” you said.
There was a pause before he answered. “I’m sorry you have to go through it at all.”
You opened your eyes to look at him. “It’s not your fault,” you said. You turned, hooking your elbow over the side of the tub as you faced him. “I’m the one who convinced you to go down there.”
“Yes, but I should’ve known better,” he said sadly. “I just…I was so consumed by the need to know what happened to my aunt. I went against my better judgment. It won’t happen again.”
“Same here. I have no interest in investigating anything to do with Slytherin again,” you replied. “I hope Sebastian meant it when he said he’s done.”
“He’s never lied to me before,” Ominis said confidently. “But…if he does mention anything to you, tell me, okay?”
“I will,” you promised. To be honest, you felt like you could tell Ominis anything.
“Good,” Ominis said with a small smile, but it was quickly replaced with a look of concern. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better,” you said truthfully. “Is there another phase after this?”
Ominis pressed his mouth into a thin line. Even when upset, his features were as handsome as ever. It really wasn’t fair. “No, but this one tends to linger. You’ll feel on edge for a few days. Maybe a week, even. It tends to last longer the more times you’ve been cursed, so hopefully it’s just a few days for you,” he said, forcing a hopeful smile onto his lips.
You blinked rapidly as a thought struck you. “Did your family curse you multiple times?” you asked, aghast.
He turned his face back toward his book as he schooled his features. “Yes,” he said in a barely audible voice.
“Oh, Ominis, that’s awful!” you said. You wished you could give him a hug, but as you were naked and sopping wet, it wasn’t exactly an opportune time.
He gave a mirthless laugh. “That’s the Gaunts for you. We specialize in ‘awful.’”
“Not all of you,” you argued. “Not your aunt. Not you.”
“Recent evidence would suggest otherwise,” he said. He hung his head. “Not to mention my past mistakes.”
“But that’s just it. It was a mistake. It doesn’t define you, Ominis,” you insisted. “Do you think the rest of your family would’ve cared enough to help me?”
He scoffed. “Certainly not.”
You just waited, letting him consider the facts for himself.
He sighed as he turned back toward you. “I suppose you have a point.”
You smiled. “I know I do.”
Ominis chuckled, and it was a beautiful sound – if a bit loud at the moment.
You decided you’d soaked long enough and got out of the bath. You cringed as you patted yourself dry. The towel wasn’t quite sandpaper like your clothes had been before, but your skin still felt raw. “How long until clothes feel normal again?” you asked, hoping the answer was soon.
“It all progresses together, so it’ll take a few days,” Ominis said with an apologetic grimace.
You let out a groan. “I was afraid you’d say that.”
He held out his hand. “Here. Give me your clothes.”
You wrapped the towel around yourself before scooping up your uniform and padding over to him. You set the outfit in his open hand.
He cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he said. Standing so close now, you could see the blush spread over his cheeks.
Your face flushed, too, when you realized you could’ve just levitated the clothes over. You cringed again, but at yourself this time.
Ominis waved his wand as he uttered an unfamiliar incantation. He handed your outfit back to you. It was silky smooth against your skin. It took what was left of your good sense not to drop your scratchy towel and change immediately. You shuffled off to the other side of the room to get dressed.
“That’s so much better!” you gushed once you’d donned the silk ensembled. “Thank you, Ominis.”
“Of course,” he replied. “I’m happy to help you with anything. I mean, anytime! I’m happy to help anytime.”
As you walked back over to his window seat, you could tell he was still blushing. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll help you with anything, too,” you replied.
“Yeah?” he asked with a hopeful expression.
You chewed your lip, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you looked down at him. You raised a hand to cup his cheek, and his chin tilted up slightly as his eyes drifted shut. You leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his. In your current state, his lips felt a bit rough but pleasantly warm on yours. Nevertheless, the tender kiss sent a jolt of excitement through you. “Yeah,” you replied.
His tongue flicked out over his lips, and he smirked up at you.
The door rattled as someone tried to enter the locked lavatory. The sudden noise made you jump back.
“Ugh! This is the second time this week!” a muffled but clearly frustrated voice grumbled from the other side.
“Come one, let’s use the one upstairs,” another, much more defeated, voice replied.
“We should probably get moving,” you said, unable to stop the grin that graced your lips.
Ominis chuckled. “Yes, I suppose we should,” he agreed.
You both made your way toward the door. Ominis was much more graceful in the dim lighting than you were, and you almost stumbled right into one of the empty tubs. Fortunately, Ominis either didn’t notice or politely pretended not to. He turned to you right in front of the door, his fingers resting on the handle. He shifted nervously between his feet.
“Once you’re feeling like yourself again, would you like to get dinner with me at the Three Broomsticks?” he asked with an endearingly anxious expression.
You beamed at him. “I’d like that very much.”
He grinned as he pulled the door open for you. “It’s a date, then.”
Of all the things you’d thought you might find in Slytherin’s Scriptorium, a budding romance hadn’t been one of them. Not that you were complaining. Not one bit.
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luvyeni · 1 year
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park jisung with a virgin reader pleaseeeeee ily <3
FIRST TIME; PARK JISUNG
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pairings: boyfriend!jisung x virgin!reader
Wc. 602
warnings: perv!jisung, corruption kink, nipple sucking, dry humping,
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It had to be perv bf jisung, I love perv bf jisung.
Jisung was trying to listen to what you were saying, he really was... but he couldn't help that your tits were in directly in his face as you straddled his lap, telling him about the day you had in class.
What was turning jisung on even more was... you didn't even know what you were doing, you had to clue that you were lightly grinding down on his clothed cock.
You were very inexperienced, and jisung didn't want to overwhelmed you with idea of sex—but between your boobs in his face, and the fact he could feel your pussy throbbing through your panties due to your skirt... he was on his last bit of patients.
"sungie, you aren't listening to me." You looked so cute with your lips in a pout, he couldn't help but imagine his cum painting them... he was such a perv.
"Give me a kiss." You were confused, but obeyed anyway, kissing him softly on the lips, his hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away. He smirked when he felt you melting in the kiss.
He was so close to break you.
He pulled away with a sigh, eyes trailing down from your swollen lips right back to your chest.
He couldn't hold it anymore
"Babe, do you trust me?" He raked his fingers through your hair. "Of course I do, why are you asking this?" You questioned.
He fiddled with your buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning one. "W-what are you doing." You grabbed his hand, stopping him.
"I want to make you feel good, we don't have to go all the way, I just want to make you feel good." He unbutton another button, then another.
"can I do that?"
"Please." You breathed, so stuck in the trance that is your boyfriend, that you didn't even noticed he'd already undone all your buttons, pulling your shirt off, leaving you in your white lace bra.
"So fucking pretty." He reached behind, undoing it, your tits spilling out of the bra.
"Oh fuck." He toyed with your nipples, you moaned out at the new found pleasure.
"J-jisung p-please do something." You looked so cute, eyes blown out, whinging, ready to be fucked.
"I don't want overwhelm you baby, this is all new to you." He finally took a hold of one of your mounds, latching his mouth on one.
"O-oh m-my god." You moaned, hand running through his hair as he sucked on your tits like he expected something came out, making sure to show attention to the other.
He pulled away with a groan, biting his lip in pleasure. "Fuck if you keep on grinding on me like this, im gonna cum in my pants." He said.
"M-m'sorry, I-i didn't know." He smirked. "That's what's turning me on baby, you're so fucking unaware, it's cute." The way he was talking made you moan.
He grabbed your waist, stilling your hips, rolling them back and forth, moving them for you.
"Fuuuuck~ just like that, keep your hips just like." He threw his head back, groaning.
"I-it f-feels good" you stuttered.
"Yeah? Feels good?" He toyed with your nipples, replacing his hands with his mouth sucking.
"J-ji s-something feels weird." You felt a knot forming in your stomach.
"S-shit, babe let go it's okay." He kissed both your tits. With his command, you allowed the knot to break, shaking against his body as you came for the first time ever.
"That felt really good." You were heavy breathing, a smile on your face. "Yeah?" He toyed with your nipples once again, sending another wave of pleasure down there.
"Just wait until I fuck you with my cock."
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bucknastysbabe · 3 months
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hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷
HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty
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“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”
Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.
He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.
Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.
Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.
Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.
He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”
“Punk.”
Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.
“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.
“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.
He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.
Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”
He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.
Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.
Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.
Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.
God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.
Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.
The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.
Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.
He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.
“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”
“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”
“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”
“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”
Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.
“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.
All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.
The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”
Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.
Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.
“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”
Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”
She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”
“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”
Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.
He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.
“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.
Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.
Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.
Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.
“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, “words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.
She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.
It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.
He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”
Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?
The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”
He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.
They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.
So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”
Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?
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omg omg imagine inumaki together using his cursed speech on his girlfriend for the first time in bed like 🤤🤤
could you please write something about this as there is BARELY anything on my man toge on tumblr
AHHHHHHHHHHH omg can i say that i appreciate you having the exact same thoughts with me?? like omg yess YES I WILL THIS WOULD BE SO ADHJDAHDJADH OMG we all have to agree toge is a pussy eater idgf what you say, that pretty tounge aint there just for his cursed technique. HASBHDJSFHIAHDN
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Genre: NSFW/SMUT, boyfriend!toge inumaki,toge inumaki x fem!reader, dom!toge inumaki, sub!fem!reader.
content warning: pussy eating,vaginal sex,whimpering,praising(toge ur praising toge), Virgin?,(just moaning toge's name it turns him on a lot), and swearing during sex, fem!reader,Dom!toge.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪TOGE INUMAKI
You and Inumaki were lovers, both truly loving eachother, understanding,confident about everything when it came to you're relationship, you were inseprable.
One day you and Inumaki were signed to kill a special grade 3, as usual you didn't bother do anything because you knew you're boyfriend was capble of doing it himself, you were really fascinated by Inumaki's cursed speech, it might have ruined his ability to speak but you loved him still, you found his salmon and tuna mayo adorable and you thought it was a cute trait from Inumaki, you neither saw him as a ''freaky'' person in bed noor a person who would be dominant, not that you have ever had sex with Inumaki not even with anybody, you were a complete Virgin. As he finished exorcising the cursed spririt you praised you're boyfriend saying he did such a good job, he couldn't help but get a boner by your praising, you didn't relize until you looked down to glance at his crotch,
''salmon...'' he mumbled embarassed that you're praising gave him a erection, you giggled and rubbed on his crotch, he couldn't help but moan, ''when we get home Toge'' you smiled at him, he couldn't help but mumble something irritated. When you both reached home Inumaki grabbed you and threw you on the bed just as you both stepped in you're dorm, he spread you're legs and pulled you're pants away, he kissed you're folds, licking it slowly just to tease you, you jolted and whinced
''n-ngh~ t-toge fuckkkk'' you whined out, you're lover enjoying you're whining and pleasure, he teased you're clit, sucking on it with perfect pressure, he pushed his tounge deep into you're cunt, eating you out, you moaned at the pleasure of you're lover fucking you with his raw tounge, you loved it. You finally came on his tounge, shaking of the overstimulation rushing thru you're body, Toge lifted his head up, his nose and jaw full of you're nectar, you giggled at the sight, he went up to you're face to kiss you, you wiped the cum off his face and licked it off you're hand, ''m-more toge-'' you whined for inumaki's touch, ''salmon salmon!''
(no problem!) he gave you a adorable thumbs up before, lowering his head to your clit again sucking on it, ''f-fuck inuuu!'' you moaned out your legs shivering at his perfect cute tounge pressing on your swollen clit, ''more, oh g-god ah~'' you choked on your whines, you came once again on his tounge, Toge not letting one drop of juice slip out of your cunt. he got up and lifted your body a bit so that he could line his already hard cock, he placed it on your clit teasing you, ''inu...hurry...just fuck me!'' you whinged impatient ''tuna'' (wait) he responded, his breathing getting heavier, ''tuna mayo?'' (eager much?) he smiled at you, ''inu! stop teasing me and jus-'' you got cut off by Inumaki shoving his cock inside you hitting your G-spot immidatley, you yelped at the sudden move, the pleasure taking over the pain, ''ah~ Inuuu harder please!!'' you cried out, Inumaki continued assaulting your G-spot making you jolt everytime, after a few minutes of pure torture/pleasure he pushed inside your cervix making you feel beyond pleasure itself,
''F-FUCKKK'' you groaned, Inumaki groaned after you, he finally after a few more thrusting, spilled his hot seed inside you, feeling his memeber twitching inside you, he flopped on top of you, cockwarming you, ''i-inu pull out'' you whimpered, the white hair boy didnt move a muscle neither said anything, before you could say anything else, he woke up, you felt his cock get hard inside you, before you could protest he started thrusting inside you again, ''i-inu?!'' you exhaled, confused on why he was still going at it, you couldnt say you didn't love the feeling but? ''salmon..'' he groaned out, you started speaking and annoy him a bit , he wasn't able to focus on fucking you anymore,
Inumaki had enough and said something you didn't think he would actually ever do, him refusing to use it on you because he wanted to make you feel good and prioritize your pleasure over his own, but today was different he finally did it, he used his Cursed speech on you. ''Dont move'' Inumaki spoke, using his cursed speech on you, you couldn't move or speak you were completely paralysed underneath him, you made small noises not able to moan or groan at his thrusting, inumaki held one of your breast for leverage, you felt anger and pleasure rush thru you at the same time, after he finally finished and came inside you, you gave inumaki a slap, he stared at you for a second confused and irritated, ''what the hell Toge?''
you furrowed your brows at him, ''tuna?'' (what?) he tilted hes head furrowing his brow as well, ''you told me you prioritized my pleasure? you did the complete oppisite! you used your Cursed speech on me instead of letting us both enjoy? i didn't enjoy anything because i was paralysed!?'' you said annoyed, Inumaki got of you and reached for a bottle of cough medicene, as he was about to grab one and drink it, you grabbed it from his hand. ''really inumaki?'' you crossed your arms. ''tuna??'' (what??) ''i just said what! not even a sorry?'' you made a pouted a bit wanting pity from your boyfriend. ''salmon...'' (sorry...), you smiled kissing his forehead, ''i guess its okay'' you smiled at him again, he threw himself ontop of you spooning you and showing his love for you, you both ended up snuggling.
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let's not forget that ricciardo once made a bet with helmut marko back in 2018 that bottas would lose his seat by the end of the season. all purely for his own shits and giggles.
fed the narrative that red bull were doing him dirty causing a load of hate to be sent to verstappen by his pack of rabid fans, when in reality verstappen was just better than him.
was happy to let his rabid stans mock esteban ocon's ability all across social media when they were teammates at renault and made a few sideways jabs egging them on, because esteban was losing to him.
spent the months before joining mclaren making digs about norris's age and experience, disguised as jokes but clearly mind games, and spoke about norris like he was a child who needed to be shown by the master (him) how to drive. (boy did karma bite him on that one)
egged on the interviewers making mugging jokes and then pretended to grab norris's new watch off his wrist during an interview just days after norris had been held in a chokehold and mugged, then laughed like norris was being a bad sport when he understandably didn't find the jokes funny and walked out of the interview.
put out that pr statement about being committed to mclaren purely for pr purposes, bringing a deluge of hate onto the team when it was announced they'd dropped him. later came out he already knew the writing was on the wall at that point so clearly did it just to try to turn the narrative into a pity party for him before word got out.
he/his team also deliberately fed misleading information to espn during his time at mclaren saying that norris was only beating him because it was the only car he had ever driven in f1 and it was tailored around him and implying norris was overrated, only for him to be forced to admit when directly asked in an interview once he had left the team that the car hadn't suited norris either and that he was frequently baffled by the things he could see on the data that norris was able to do with the car that he just wasn't able to.
agreed pre-race in baku 2022 to the strategy of the two mclaren's holding station in whichever order they were at the end of the first lap in order to work together to use drs to keep the alpine of ocon behind, only for him to then get on the radio knowing it would be broadcast to whinge about how unfair it was that lando was holding him up from getting past alonso, forcing the team to tell him no they weren't swapping them and making the team look bad. he was pissy he hadn't been the lead mclaren at the end of the lap so had to hold behind and knew exactly what he was doing with that radio message. admitted after the race that the strategy had been arranged beforehand and that he wouldn't have got past alonso either as the mclaren was so slow on the straight, but by then the damage was done and norris and the team were being dragged all over social media by his rabid dog-pack.
never once condemned his fans for bullying his mclaren mechanics on social media (to the point one of their wives was posting begging the staniels to stop because it was having an adverse affect on the mechanics' mental health), didn't condemn them sending death threats to his engineer after the radio in baku when tom stallard asked him if the car was okay (he didn't realise ricciardo had crashed at this point, he thought the car had broken down), made digs that fed into his stans mocking norris's very real mental health struggles, and didn't condemn them from sending hate to a mental health charity that mclaren work with.
took visible pleasure in being undeservedly handed de vries's seat on a silver platter last season.
he is not mr nice guy at all. he is incredibly manipulative and good at playing the pr game. he also gets away with some really cruel jokes and jabs by putting on the 'joker' smile and playing the it's only banter card.
egged on the interviewers making mugging jokes and then pretended to grab norris's new watch off his wrist during an interview just days after norris had been held in a chokehold and mugged, then laughed like norris was being a bad sport when he understandably didn't find the jokes funny and walked out of the interview.
Another very salient point I'd forgotten about. Thanks for pointing out this and so many other examples of his nasty behaviour.
he is not mr nice guy at all. he is incredibly manipulative and good at playing the pr game. he also gets away with some really cruel jokes and jabs by putting on the 'joker' smile and playing the it's only banter card.
Absolutely; this takes us right back 'round to the 'charming bully' analogy. The likes of Tsunoda don't make a fuss about his bullying so he gets away with it. Norris does make it clear that he doesn't think it's in the least bit funny (it was downright fucking cruel to bate him like that) so he twists it to make the victim look bad. Utterly vile behaviour and, sadly, Ricciardo is a long way from being in a minority of people who get away with it.
I really do appreciate you taking the time to add to the ever lengthening list of why that obnoxious twerp is such a wrong 'un. It's likely that some folks reading our descriptions of his behaviour will recognise people in their own lives who've been getting away with treating them badly just because they know they can get away with it. Maybe it'll give them the courage to be a Lando rather than a Yuki (although I don't mean to disparage Tsunoda) and make a stand.
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With Love// F.W x Reader pt.4
Summary: Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life. That was, of course, until the summer before grade 9, after an oddly charming redhead and his brothers helped her cousin escape. it was probably a good thing he forgot to return that key.
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The letter came one June afternoon.  
Y/n was on her way back from school, and her brother running off with his friends to do god knows what. 
Her father was at work, and her mother was out getting groceries. 
She had the house to herself and couldn’t have been more elated. 
A light tapping on the widow by the kitchen sink alerted her to the barn owl. 
She stood up, making her way over and tentatively taking the letter from its beak. 
Dursley family
Number 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
She turned the letter over; sure, this was again a letter explaining what Hyginks Harry had gotten himself into this month. 
To her surprise, it was an invitation. 
Dursley Family,
You have been cordially invited to spectate the third and final task of the 1994/95 Triwizard Tournament. 
If you are to accept this invitation, we expect your owl no later than June 20th.
A representative will escort you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at 11:30 am on June 24th.
We eagerly await your reply.
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
She grinned as she read the letter. She turned to the owl that was still perched on the window sill. 
“Can you just wait a moment?” She asked the owl; it simply blinked at her with its large eyes. 
She ran up to her room, grabbing a pen, paper and the owl treats from her room. 
She stopped at her kitchen table, quickly scribbling down a reply. 
Dear Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
I would be delighted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to spectate the 1994/95 Triwizard tournament.
The rest of my family will not be in attendance. 
Yours Sincerely
Y/n Dursley
Harry’s Favourite Cousin
She folded the paper in half. 
She gave the owl a treat before handing it the letter and watching it fly off into the evening sky. 
She grinned, excitement bubbling in her chest at the prospect of being able to see the magic school. She, a muggle (Which Harry would often call her to annoy her), surely this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. 
Her spirits were high all evening; even her mother's nagging couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. 
“Why are you so happy?” Dudley had asked rather loudly. 
y/n shrugged. 
“It’s nothing, and even if it were, I wouldn’t tell you because you would just spoil it,” she shot back. 
“I would not,” he protested, face scrunching up and beginning to turn red. 
“Yes, you would; you always do. Remember my year four violin recital? I was so excited to show Mum and Dad what I had been working on, and the night before, you threw a tantrum because you didn’t want to go, and I had to miss my own recital,” she explained.
“I did not!” he was beginning to sound like an overgrown baby. 
“Or what about when I was thirteen? And I was having my friends stay the night for my birthday, and you didn’t want them in the house because you wanted to play your video games in peace, so you screamed and cried until I had to cancel my birthday,” she retorted. 
Dudley was on the verge of another one of his tantrums; she could feel it. His face was red as a tomato, and he breathed heavier than normal. 
“So no, Dudley, I’m not going to tell you why I’m so happy tonight,” 
“Mum!” Dudley wailed, throwing himself onto the ground.
Three seconds flat, and their mother was already by his side. 
“What’s wrong, duddies?” She cooed. 
“Y/n’s tormenting me,” he fake bawled. 
She turned her attention to her daughter. 
“What have I said about bullying your brother Y/n? You’re sixteen now; this is completely unacceptable behaviour,” She screeched. 
Y/n shrugged, turning around to make her way up the steps. 
“I ought to ask the Weasley twins for more of those magical toffees,” She said loudly enough for her brother to hear. 
She grinned at the genuine scream of terror he let out at her words. 
She didn’t have to wait long for a reply from the deputy headmistress. 
It was the Saturday of the same week the letter had initially arrived. This time it was delivered directly to her. 
Y/n Dursley 
First Room to the Left
Second floor 
Number 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Dear Miss Dursley,
We appreciate your timely reply. 
Due to the nature of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it is pertinent that a witch or wizard must escort all Muggle Family Members. 
A representative will arrive at precisely 11:15 a.m on the 24th of June and escort you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where you will be able to spectate the third and final task of the 1994/95 Triwizard tournament. 
If you have any questions or further enquiries, please don’t hesitate to contact me. 
Yours sincerely
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
She grinned at the letter in her hands, an excitement she hadn’t felt before making its way to the surface. 
She couldn’t help the slight squeal of excitement from her lips. 
It seemed the morning of June 24th couldn’t come fast enough. 
She hadn’t told her parents what was happening, fearing they would lock her away in her room or something just as horrible. 
By some good fortune, everyone in her household was out that Friday.
Her father was at work, her brother at school and her mother was out with her friends for brunch. 
Three loud knocks echoed through the silent house. 
Y/n jumped up from the couch, swinging the door open. 
“Hello Y/n,” 
She was slightly taken aback by the man standing before her, but a wide grin cracked across her face. 
“Mr Weasley, it’s good to see you. I take it you’re my escort to Hogwarts?” She questioned. 
Mr Weasley nodded his head. 
“That’s right when McGonnagll told me you wanted to watch Harry in the last trial, I immediately volunteered myself.” 
She smiled bashfully at him. 
Stepping out into the warm June morning, she clutched the bouquet of flowers she got her cousin, Mr Weasley instructed her to grip his arm tightly and not let go. 
Hesitantly she did as she was told. 
In less than five seconds, they were standing in a little village she did not recognise, considerably more nauseous than she was a moment ago. 
“What the hell was that?” She asked, willing herself not to throw up. 
Mr Weasley let out an amused laugh.
“Sorry, I often forget Muggles aren’t used to magical travel,”
Y/n took a second, dropping the bouquet to the ground and inhaling deeply, placing her hands on her knees.
“Are you alright?” He asked, now slightly concerned for the girl. 
She dry heaved a few times, willing herself not to throw up in front of Mr. Weasley. Eventually, the bout of nausea left, and she could stand up straight once more. Collecting the flowers she had thrown aside.
“Okay, we are all good to go,” She smiled. 
Mr. Weasley was still wearing a concerned expression, but he nodded in understanding.
"Sorry about that. Apparition can be a bit disorienting for those who aren't used to it. But you handled it well," he said with a friendly smile.
Y/n chuckled nervously, "Yeah, well, it was definitely unexpected."
As they walked towards the magical carriages that would take them to Hogwarts, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement. The whole wizarding world was still a mystery to her, and she was eager to learn more.
“What's it like?” She began, “I ask Harry all the time but he won’t tell me anything interesting, he mostly just talks about quidditch and his classes and stuff. Are there any rules I should know about?"
As they settled into one of the carriages, Y/n couldn't help but be curious about Mr. Weasley's world. "And what about the Ministry of Magic? How does it work? Are there laws that everyone must follow?"
Mr. Weasley nodded, happy to elaborate. "Yes, indeed. The Ministry of Magic oversees magical law in Britain. We have various departments, such as the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, etc. Laws ensure the proper use of magic and protect the magical and non-magical communities."
Y/n absorbed the information, fascinated by the intricacies of the wizarding world. As they continued their conversation, Mr Weasley expressed his interest in the Muggle world.
Before she even knew it they had stopped; Mr. Weasley stepped out first and helped y/n down from the carriage. 
She turned, excitement bubbling in her chest. This was it; she was finally going to see the place Harry held so dear to his heart. The place she had envisioned for four years. 
But to her dismay, ruins stood staring back at her. It was a dilapidated building that was unfit for anyone to inhabit, never the less than 300 witches and wizards from across the country. 
“Uhm, Mr. Weasley?” She began jogging to catch up to him as she realised he had begun walking up the path towards the ruins. “Are we in the right place?”
Mr. Weasley stopped and turned to look at the girl, a look of confusion on his face. 
“Yes, of course we are, my dear,” he turned back and continued to walk. 
y/n hesitated for a moment. 
“It’s just, is this like a trick or something?” she couldn’t help the question. 
Mr. Weasley paused for a second, a look of realisation dawning on his face. 
“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot,” Turning to look back at the ruins “, There are enchantments and all sorts of muggle-repelling charms put in place, you know, to keep from prying eyes. But I assure you, my dear, the castle is here, and once we are past those, you'll be able to see it as if you were a witch yourself.”
Excitement rose in her chest at those words. She was here; she was going to see it. 
One moment, it was ruins; the next, it was a magnificent and imposing castle. 
y/n was breathless. 
Maybe it was her imagination, but she swore she could feel the magic around her.
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