#the people she’s with are always just caught off guard when she goes running off like wtf did u do again

[lemonlover1110]

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑

Sukuna

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader

Summary: Your husband was an heir, and you have to fulfill the order.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spitting, slight use of tummy mouth, double penetration, tit sucking (and biting), breeding kink, degrading, sukuna is... sukuna but fluffier to his wife

*he's been on my mind lately and I'm going insane

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“I want an heir.” Sukuna brings up one fateful night as you walk over to lay down beside him. It’s not a request, it’s an order that you must fulfill, just like everything that involves Sukuna. Strangely enough, Sukuna has been the one that’s been delaying having a child since you’ve been nearly begging him to have a baby with him for the past year. It seems he’s finally given in to the idea though.

“What was that, Suku?” You ask, stopping in your tracks because he’s caught you off guard. He stands up from where he lays, towering over you. You look up at him, waiting for him to repeat himself but you should know better than anyone that your husband doesn’t like to repeat himself. But this time he does,

“It’s about time you give me an heir.” Which makes a smile spread across your face because it’s what you’ve been wanting. Sukuna has been the one that has been refusing to have a child so you don’t understand why he words it like that– But either way, you’re happy and ready to fulfill his every need. Before you can even agree to his order, his bottom hands are undoing your robe to get you undressed while his mouth goes down to your lips.

Sukuna has grown accustomed to kissing you, and handling your body more gently since you’ve asked him to. Compared to the beginning, he treats you like a petal. You like to think it’s his way of expressing his love for you since he’s not very vocal about it, and you know he doesn’t particularly enjoy kissing. His tongue meets yours while his hands try to undo the robe without tearing the fabric into pieces since he knows it’s one of your favorites.

He bites down on your lip causing a cry to leave your throat while he gives up on properly taking off your robe. You hear as the fabric rips, and maybe another time you would be upset about it but you’re too consumed by him to care. He’ll just get you another one. His two lower hands roam down your bare body. One hand gropes your breasts, his rough fingers pinching your nipples. He gets to your cunt, lightly slapping it before he runs two fingers through your cunt.

He pulls away from the kiss, letting your soft moans into the air when he begins to play with your clit. Sex for him has always been a selfish act but ever since his first night with you, he’s found pleasure in pleasing you. The sound of your moans in the air while he toys with you is the sweetest melody. He found it dumb at first, but now there are nights where he’s simply buried between your thighs with the purpose of making you come as much as he can. 

Sukuna picks you up and puts you down on the bed. Taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful his wife looks when she’s under him. Fuck, you’re so fucking small compared to him. It’s nothing new, really, all the people that Sukuna has been with are miniscule compared to him. But he just loves the way that you look under him since he’s never seen a more beautiful human being. He’d never tell that to you though.

Sukune begins to tease your entrance, threatening to push a finger into your cunt but he doesn’t. He runs his fingers through your folds, while his thumb plays with your clit. He lowers his head, his tongue circling your nipple before his mouth wraps around it and he begins to suck.

“Can you put a finger in, Suku? Please…” You ask him, your needy cunt in need of his fingers inside of you. He bites down on your nipple, causing a cry to leave your lips before he unlatches and lifts his head up. 

“I hate beggars.” Sukuna reminds you, and you’re about to apologize but he shoves three fingers into your mouth, gagging you with them before you can even get a word out. He really knows you better than anyone. “My woman doesn’t apologize to anyone either. Not even her own husband.”

Sukuna finally pushes two fingers inside your pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers are just so fucking big, and they reach every right spot. Sukuna feels you moan around his fingers before he takes them out of your mouth. He curves the fingers inside your cunt so they hit against your sweet spot. One hand goes to your breasts, and he begins to play with your nipples. 

“It feels so good, Suku.” You moan, your back arching as pleasure consumes you. Sukuna’s multiple hands are… Everything.

He takes his fingers out of your cunt, moving the wet digits down to your asshole. He spits down on your cunt and spreads his saliva down. He presses his fingers against your asshole as he lowers his head. He kisses from your lower abdomen to your pussy, where his tongue then runs through your folds and then up to your clit. His tongue begins to flick your clit while he pushes two fingers into your asshole, making you moan loudly.

“Fuck– Fuck!” You yell, as Sukuna also pushes two fingers into your cunt again. It’s like music to Sukuna’s ears. It’s too much for you, two fingers in your ass, two in your pussy, and his tongue on your clit. Both holes squeeze around his fingers as his tongue lays flat on your clit.

“Sukuna! Shit, it’s so fucking good.” You bite down your lip, trying to not bring too much attention to yourself. Unluckily for you, as soon as Sukuna knows that you’re making yourself quiet, he stops. He lifts his head up and takes his fingers out of your pussy and asshole, leaving your holes to clench around nothing.

“I want my woman to be loud. Don’t be a fucking bitch, do you hear me?” Sukuna kneels, towering over you again and you nod in response. You use your forearm to hold yourself up and look at him. He undoes his robe, and you lick your lips as you watch your husband get completely naked. Your thighs come together as your eyes fall on his two thick cocks, feeling excitement consume you. Sukuna smirks, watching you prompt yourself up to get his cocks in your mouth. He stops you, his hand going on your chin. “You’re a cute little bitch… You’ll be okay. You can handle them both, right?”

“Yes, lord.” You nod in response, and Sukuna treats you as if you were a doll– More gently than he would treat an actual doll but he moves you as if you were one. He forces you to hold your legs to your chest, and the large tongue on his mouth licks your pussy, and moves down to your asshole. He’ll be sweet with you, especially since you brought back the name that you hadn’t used since your marriage.

The tongue teases the entrance of your asshole but Sukuna stops before anything else happens. He lays his cocks down on your lower abdomen, and you deeply inhale. You wonder how it’ll fit inside of you, but it always fits so you shouldn’t worry.

Sukuna doesn’t bother teasing the cock that goes in your pussy, immediately pushing it in which causes a loud moan to leave your lips. He doesn’t waste time in putting the second cock in your ass, and once you’re stuffed with him, he begins to move. He’s gentler with his thrusts this time, which you certainly appreciate since he didn’t give you time to adjust. 

He’s grown impatient with the idea of you giving him an heir, he can’t waste anymore time. And fuck, he just needs to feel you wrapped around his cocks. You don’t seem to be struggling either way, quite the opposite, you moan in pleasure with his every movement.

“I’m going to fill your womb up with my seed, and you’re going to give me what I deserve.” Sukuna says through gritted teeth to not let out another sound that hints at how good you’re making him feel. Sukuna will never say anything that could hint at him being happy with someone else– The most you’ve ever gotten from him was a marriage… order. Sukuna didn’t propose marriage, he simply told you that you two would be getting married. But you know that the face that he’s making and the way he talks, he’s feeling good. 

“I’ll give you what you want, lord.” You respond as his cocks hits every right spot, filling you with so much pleasure. His thrusts pick up speed, and your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. Sukuna’s hand begins to play with your clit, and you begin to squeeze around him even more, causing him to hiss. Fuck, he can’t wait to see you big and round with his child. Sukuna can’t wait for his seed to bless your womb and all the changes that it’ll bring to your body. He can’t wait to steal some of the milk that’s meant for his child.

“Going to fill you up with my child.” Sukuna groans as you squeeze around his cocks. It’s too much for you, especially after he’s worked you up. You’re loudly moaning his name, just like he wants you to. He wants the servants to hear how he pleases his woman. It’s all too much for you since he’s filling up both of your holes and toying with your clit.

You shut your eyes, and see white as you squirt all over him, causing a chuckle to leave his throat. He lightly slaps your clit as you make a mess all over him. Sukuna can’t help but praise you for it, which is definitely something rare, “That’s my good wife.”

Sukuna bites his tongue, loving how tight and warm your holes feel. But you won’t get a noise out of him. His hand goes to your throat, however, it just rests there while his thumb presses against your lips, “The only woman worthy of carrying my child.”

Sukuna gets rougher with his thrusts as his release approaches. The thought of you carrying his baby makes him go insane. He’ll make sure it happens soon, he’ll fuck you every night until there’s confirmation that you’re expecting his successor. 

He mutters your name before he fills you up with his cum. He doesn’t dare to pull out until both of your holes are completely filled with his seed. When Sukuna pulls out, he lays down beside you. He brings you into his embrace while you take deep breaths.

Sukuna kisses the top of your head, one of his hands running up and down your back. Maybe Sukuna hasn’t exactly been fond of kissing before, but it’s definitely his favorite thing to do with you now.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna smut #jujutsu sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n

[smoke-and-silver]

More ghouls interacting with the Sisters of Sin.

-with some old era boys who I headcanon stick around the ministry to help out even if they no longer tour.

Mountain helping the oldest nuns who have trouble getting around now and then. They call him a sweet young man. (He is.)

Omega is another that does this frequently. He's a beefy boy that can carry any ladies too tired or sore to walk.

He also helps clean the headstones in the graveyard.

Keeping watch or standing guard is a common task for ghouls, but Aurora goes on the offensive. She patrols the surrounding area and woods almost eager to sink her claws into anyone with ill intent.

A Sister gets caught out in the rain or snow. Ifrit ushers her inside and with a gesture of his hand lights the fireplace so she can dry off and warm up.

Dewdrop helps if someone has trouble sleeping. He's often up late, so he sits with those struggling to fall asleep and talks with them. Sometimes he'll run his claws gently through their hair until they're lulled to sleep.

Cumulus uses her magic to help sweep the cathedral and dust hard to reach places, making the job easier on the Sisters.

-and she'll cheekily make a nun's skirts fly up, if she's involved with them.

Swiss is the willing-and-eager errand boy, whether it's helping in the bustling kitchens or running things from one end of the cathedral to the other. He likes being around the sisters.

Sometimes he leans down and taps his cheek in that playful way to ask for a kiss, in return for his hard work.

Cirrus is the go-to support for anyone frightened or upset. She's mellow and steady and her hands are strong when she holds onto a trembling sister who's just been shaken awake by a nightmare.

Rain's hands are magic. He rubs any sore hands for the ladies after a day of work. Shoulders, or feets too if they're comfortable with it. It's easy to be flustered when he's knelt down in front of you making every ache melt away though.

Phantom is the type to put blankets over people who fall asleep. Days can be long and everyone has nodded off from exhaustion before. His magic makes him quiet and gentle enough to move Sisters to their beds without waking them if it's close enough to lights out.

Aether, old ghoul, sweetest of demons. He's seen it all and there's nothing you can throw at him that will phase him. He's held these girls through every loss and heartache and his arms are always open for them.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost the band #ghost band #aether ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #ifrit ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #omega ghoul

[duckwithablog]

Okay! So um, can I request a headcanon for SWK, Macaque and Nezha with a s/o who often loves to suprise them by giving Eskimo kisses or just straight up kiss their noses all of the time. Sometimes they even forget they are in public places while doing so too!

Reader is a she/her

/romantic

I hope this isn't too much! This is kind of my first time requesting, =.=

Don't worry! This is a pretty simple request, you did good!

I'm pretty sure the term 'eskimo kisses' are sort of offensive? Not dissing you, ofc, I doubt you had any bad intentions! So I'll just refer to calling it 'nose kisses' for this request :]]

Nose Kisses! (Wukong, Macaque and Nezha)

Sun Wukong

Bro loves your kisses so much

He is obsessed, you dont understand-

He thinks it's because of his monkey genes, but whenever you give him a kiss on the nose he just gets instant heart eyes

Automatically goes "aww" whenever you kiss him on the nose

You sometimes get him caught off guard with the kisses, but he recovers fast

Always pulls you in for a quick cuddle whenever you kiss his nose, or at least a quick hug

Most times, Wukong just (gently) grabs your face and then pulls you in so he can kiss you on the nose too

Other times he just full on gives you a smooch on the lips

VERY insistent on kissing you back, it's like his own personal code or something

DO NOT try to run away after giving him a kiss on the nose, HE WILL chase after you!

Will pepper your face in kisses if you ever tried

Overall, he is so happy whenever you kiss him on the nose. Or kiss him anywhere, really

Mans is touch starved, what did we expect-

Macaque

Won't admit it, but he secretly just waits for you to kiss him on the nose

Literally will set up an entire scene where there's an obvious opportunity for you to do it

He lays on the couch, pretending to be asleep? He's waiting for you to come up and give him a kiss

He somehow gets into a fight that got his face (particularly his nose) hurt? Says that you have to kiss him better for the pain to go away

Putting his face super close to yours whenever you're cuddling? Damn, his nose is looking pretty kissable don't you think-

He thinks he's being slick when he's doing this

He is not slick at all, you figured it out a long time ago

Why can't you just ask for kisses like a normal person bro, damn

Macaque is like, on the other side of the spectrum as Wukong

He obviously enjoys your kisses, but also... Doesn't want to show how much he loves it??

At least, not visibly. His wagging tail always gives him away though

He shows how much he appreciates your kiss by giving you a surprise nose kiss! He's a bastard like that

This guy is also really touch starved, he just has a harder time trying to show how much he loves it

Nezha

Is somehow always caught off guard whenever you kiss him on the nose

You'd think he'd get used to it over time, but nah. He's always somehow a bit surprised whenever you give him a nose kiss

Incredibly flustered when you first give him nose kisses. Especially when in front of other people

Not that he doesn't mind! He just isn't used to such affection

After you kiss his nose, he'd politely ask if he can kiss you back

He's a gentleman like that

Please don't bring up the blush on his face, he will refuse to acknowledge it

Nezha feels like he has to pay you back somehow with all the kisses you give him

Like, it's an entire urge he gets whenever you kiss him that he has to do something for you

(feel free to abuse this fact to get free stuff from him lmao)

Instead of kissing you on the nose, he'd just kiss you on the forehead or cheek

Sometimes, he'd kiss your hand like some sort of prince

Overall, not as touch starved as the other two, but definitely treasures your kisses.... Even if he does get jumpscared by them

#duckiswriting #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #lmk nezha x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk monkey king x reader #monkey king x reader #lego monkie kid nezha x reader #six eared macaque x reader #fem reader

[xueyidweams]

My faves of Penacony (Aventurine & Acheron) x gn!reader who gives them a flower bouquet ramble(!!!!)

Aventurine

i have fancy gifs now woagh!

You were a bartender at a bar that was located in a pretty big casino in Penacony, where the gamblers come to drink their defeat away or celebrate their big wins. You’re pretty used to the racket and seeing the same faces and one day you see him. That gambler, he who never loses, he who has such pretty eyes and lips and he who winks at you so handsomely as you try to do your job and he who always seems to make some sort of electricity run through your whole body when your fingers brush.

You’re not a child, you know you at least like him romantically. You were gonna show your love with some flowers! That’s a classic, right? So you pick up some that you think match his pretty eyes perfectly and go to work, it’s pretty awkward but you can’t really see him anywhere else so this is your only shot.

You perk up as you’re cleaning some glasses and you hear his voice. Your heart does its routine again, beating so fast you feel like it’s gonna zoom out of your chest. You pat your chest just where your heart is and take a deep breath as he calls for his favorite drink. You make it, giving yourself an internal pep talk while doing so, and you present him with his drink. Only now, his glass is decorated with the flowers you bought for him, you decided to be more subtle at the end with a little note. “I hope you like the flowers, no match for your pretty eyes but I hope it makes you smile nonetheless.” Aeons you sucked at romance but damn it you tried and now you feel hot under the collar as you try your best to focus on your customers while aventurine’s eyes are STARING directly at your nape you can FEEL it.

You flinch a bit when he calls your name with that sultry voice of his, you go up to him trying to keep up some sort of professionalism. though that all goes down the window when he beckons you a bit closer, picks up a flower from the glass and tucks it onto your ear. “I think they look even prettier on you.” You stumble over your words as he smiles wordlessly, his eyes full of warmth you didn’t know they could hold and oh Aeons he is so much more pretty like this. Prettier closer, you really don’t want to pull away but there are customers yelling for you already and ugh!

He chuckles as he notices your obvious agitation, “go look after your customers, I’ll treat you to dinner if you’d like? Whatever you want, it’s on me.” He gets even closer, he is shorter when he’s sitting and its adorable to see him looking up at you— “if you’d allow me to privilege of getting to know you better, of course.”

Acheron

As a hotel worker for the family themselves you’re expected to be professional and helpful at all times. Always show a smile never be so impatient, they are precious guests after all.

You sigh as you clean another pool of a soda that’s not even sold in Penacony, how did that even get there? as you complain in your mind about how rude these people are to you just because you’re getting paid to clean up their messes doesn’t mean they can just—

“Hello?”

Your head snaps up and your customer smile comes back, “Hello! Anything I can help you with, miss?” She blinks at you for a moment, caught off guard by your overly cheery attitude, she looks around and then at you. her gaze feels intense, it makes you feel shy. She finally speaks, “I’m.. lost. I don’t know where my room is.” Oh, okay that’s easy.

“What was the number, miss?” She looks at you blankly again, you both sit in silence for a few seconds, and she speaks again. “I’m sorry I forgot that… too.” You sigh as you internally facepalm. Deciding that this pretty but directionally confused lady needs help, you put on your big person pants and ask for her room number from the reception and you escort her to her room. She thanks you as she looks at you from head to toe, there’s a small smile on her face.

This happens a few more times over the week, you keep helping her. her company is really nice, she doesn’t really judge and you can talk about how much of a bother she can be, she affirms your woes with a nod or a hum and thats enough honestly. worst of all.. okay look, love at first sight might be cliche but come on! she’s pretty, tall, has a nice voice and is polite to you. she even brushed a plastic leaf that got on your head and her hand dipped to your cheek, you could feel the cold metal on her fingers and the eye contact went on for a few seconds too long and you felt yourself melt. plus! she was a guest, who knows how long she’s gonna be here? better take your chances.

You give yourself a pretty short pep talk, “if yes hug her if no run away.” pretty good plan all things considered. You had a purple flower bouquet on your hands and some chocolate that was cheesily made for valentine and you got it half for the price. You knock on her door and hear a shuffle, with every step she takes your heart beats faster and faster until she opens the door and it feels like the time stops. You stutter and stumble as her eyes bore into you, she seems full of interest but it still makes you nervous to be the center of attention. “I.. I um… ah!” You can’t do it, you thrust the flowers onto her arms, she takes it and you make a run for it, you’re so dumb dumb dumb what the hell were you thinking oh Aeons she hates you now she does—

what you don’t see is her smelling the flowers and looking after your running form, a familiar yet distinct warmth bleeds to her heart. Her smile a little softer, her eyes a little warmer, she holds onto the flowers and the next time she sees you, she will have some flowers ready for you too.

#im like a machine holy moly i wanted to write for more charas but its 1 am i have classes tmrw😭 #hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr x reader #acheron #acheron x reader #hsr acheron #hsr acheron x reader #honkai star rail x reader

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

AO3 is down and so is my Wi-Fi so I’m writing Nimona headcanons to cope

When Nimona is in a bad mood she usually wants attention and affection so she’ll shift into her cat form and sit on Bal and Ambrosius 

She knows they would never move her even when she’s in her human form but she feels like being a cat is just a bonus 

The first time she sat on Ambrosius' shoulders when she was in a bad mood he cried for like three hours 

When Bal has a bad day he goes nonverbal and collapses on the nearest comfy area 

He doesn’t care if it’s his bed the couch or a pillow on the floor he’s laying their face first and not moving until he feels better

It’s not uncommon for him to come home and just plop down on the couch even when Nimona and Ambrosius are sitting there

And they won't move him either they kind of just accept their fate and continue what they were doing to the best of their abilities 

When Ambrosius has a bad day he cleans 

Like obsessively 

He won’t stop until every surface in the house is spotless and there isn’t a single dust particle in sight 

The only room that he stays out of is Nimona’s (half out of respect for them half out of fear of what he would find in that room)

Most of the time when he feels like the house is up to code he’ll be too tired to move let alone think

And that’s when Bal and Nimona set up their super secret evil plan

Bal forces him to get comfy on the couch while Nimona plays his favorite movies and gives him his favorite snacks

It’s truly diabolical but it’s also what Amrbosius does for them when they’re in a bad mood so they feel no guilt  

Sometimes when he’s feeling especially shitty Nimona will shift into a dog and let him cuddle them like a big stuffed animal

So I was just reminded sometimes cats will sit on your injuries and purr because they think it makes you feel better (and as a cat owner I can confirm it does)

When I remembered this I was thinking that Nimona would subconsciously shift into a cat and lay on Bal’s arm or Ambrosius' shoulder when they’re in pain and just purr 

And they swear that it helps every single time (kind of like a mom kissing her kid's injuries)

Ambrosius will always use people's full names when he’s pissed at them

I don’t know when this idea popped into my head but I’m just imagining Bal and Nimona chilling outside until they hear “Ballister and Nimona Boldheart get your asses inside now!” from their house

And their neighbors watch as some of the most powerful people in the realm scramble to run inside 

Most people would assume that Nimona would either stay where they are out of spite or fly away  

But they’re so caught off guard because Ambrosius always calls Nimona “Nim”

Plus he’s made Ambrosius mad enough times to know that if he apologizes enough times and makes Bal give him the patented “Puppy Dog Eyes™” he’ll fold like a lawn chair 

Nimona calls Ambrosius “nemesis” for two reasons 

The first one is he thinks his name is stupidly long (and Ambrosius agrees) and the second reason is he thinks it sounds cooler (he agrees again)

Plus it’s also hilarious to imagine Nimona yelling “Nemesis” while running full speed at Ambrosius and then tackling him

Sometimes they knock him on his ass and sometimes he picks them up and puts them in air jail

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #before anyone mentions that Nimona's pronouns keep changing believe me I know #it's intentional #I'm so bored #I just want to read fanfiction about my dorky children #is that too much to ask #I'm fully convinced that Bal and Ambrosius would adopt Nimona #and she would take Bal's last name cause obvi #Ambrosius isn't far behind

[zamoimagines]

Women of Abbott Elementary Having a Crush on You (Headcanons)

A/N: I hope I did these ladies some justice because I love them all very dearly. If you guys would like more Abbott content, please let me know! Headcanons are under the cut

Ava Coleman

✧･ﾟ The most obviously flirtatious out of everyone here 

✧･ﾟThe moment she sees you, she knows you’re fine and she wants a piece of you

✧･ﾟ And whatever Ava Coleman wants, she gets 

✧･ﾟShe’d come to the teacher’s lounge every morning just to say good morning and tease you

✧･ﾟGregory Eddie who? 

✧･ﾟEver since you got to the school, any time he speaks when you’re in the room she completely ignores him or tells him to be quiet 

✧･ﾟCalls you a whole bunch of nicknames like baby girl, princess, sugar boo, etc

✧･ﾟWhen you walk away, she’s always staring off after you and proceeds to tell the rest of the staff how gorgeous you are 

✧･ﾟIt gets annoying and uncomfortable for them when she’s constantly like “I hate to see her leave but i love watching her walk away. That body was blessed by Beyonce herself, damn.”

✧･ﾟYou become the first person to know any of her shenanigans 

✧･ﾟAlways calls you into her office and says it’s important, but really she just wants your opinions on her amazon orders 

✧･ﾟLittle do you know she’s just keeping tabs on what you like so she can shower you in surprise gifts here and there 

✧･ﾟYou catch little moments of her being really genuine, and while she’d usually brush them off with the others, she lets them linger when she’s with you

✧･ﾟThat’s how you know she’s got it bad for you, when she breaks that composure and shows you the vulnerability that she doesn’t let anyone else see 

✧･ﾟWhen she catches on that you’re into her just as much, she definitely doesn’t see a point in waiting anymore 

✧･ﾟNo one’s around when she asks and she definitely hovers over you when she asks you out

✧･ﾟMaybe leaning up against the door frame/wall with one arm up to make sure you don’t run off, or she circles you like a vulture- anything to make sure you stay right where she wants you 

✧･ﾟ“Look, baby, you know we got this Kate/Leo Titanic thing going on. Let me take you out. We can see where this goes.” 

✧･ﾟIn which she takes you on the date of a LIFETIME, the rest is history

Barbara Howard

✧･ﾟBarbara Howard is a lady of class. She takes her time with things, even if she wants something very badly 

✧･ﾟBut with that, she wants to make sure that she does everything *right* and with precision 

✧･ﾟWhen you started working, she didn’t seem to notice you much. She made sure to be polite and endearing when she needed to be, but nothing more than that 

✧･ﾟThen, you started making light conversation. You’d even made her laugh a few times, and when you got her on a tangent about gardening or about her favorite music, she noticed something change 

✧･ﾟShe certainly looked at you different and she was sure that she liked you much more now than most of the teachers, maybe as much as she liked Melissa

✧･ﾟSo much so that she started to invite you to sit at her lunch table, and she’d make sure to stop by your room every afternoon to check on you while her students were at recess

✧･ﾟPeople knew it was serious when she went out of her way to do so

✧･ﾟEveryone whispered and drew their theories, but Melissa would be the one to ask in which Barbara Howard would admit… Yes, she liked you more than a coworker.

✧･ﾟWhen she’d realized even more what she liked about you, her affection grew stronger and she started doing little things for you like giving advice on how to deal with difficult children, offering you a hug here and there whenever you needed one, offering to join her during her nail appointments between school hours if you were feeling particularly overwhelmed, and there were even a few times that she’d stood up to people for you that caught the others and yourself completely off guard 

✧･ﾟAnd every time that happened, she’d turn right around and that hard exterior would melt. She’d immediately go soft for you and make sure you were okay and that you weren’t hurt

✧･ﾟBarbara would really wanna tell you at the absolute perfect time, but of course, life doesn’t really work out that way

✧･ﾟShe’d probably save it for something big, like at the Christmas party she and Melissa always have together and she’s even planning it so that it really really means something 

✧･ﾟBut it definitely would just go completely wrong and there would be plenty of mishaps that would get her frustrated enough to retreat back into her room 

✧･ﾟIn which you’d seek her out and knock on her door to ask her what was wrong 

✧･ﾟShe’d close the door behind you and the lights would be dim since it was after school hours and she’d reach for your hand very delicately to say, 

✧･ﾟ“Y/N… Sweetheart, I- I like you very much. And in more than a professional coworker way. You are everything I’ve been looking for, and I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime.” There would definitely be a moment of silence between the two of you before she’d start second guessing herself once again and say, “I’m very sorry if I’ve crossed any boundaries. I should’ve never said anything at all.” 

✧･ﾟYou’d have to tell her that you liked her too almost immediately or else the whole thing would be called off. When you did admit your feelings, though, she’d smile very softly and hold you closer, maybe she’d even give you a very soft kiss to your cheek 

✧･ﾟShe wouldn’t even ask you where you wanted to go or what to do because she has had the perfect date planned out for MONTHS, but you’d love it regardless. Barbara Howard knows exactly how to make things perfect always.

Janine Teagues

✧･ﾟSweet baby angel Janine is so obvious when she has a crush

✧･ﾟSeriously, the minute she first saw you she was like *heart eyes motherfucker* 

✧･ﾟShe’d be really sweet and would be the first to welcome you to Abbott, and would probably ramble your ear off about the other teachers, advice to deal with the students, and then would have a whole bunch of questions about you 

✧･ﾟShe’s like the personification of sunshine whenever she sees you and it’s adorable 

✧･ﾟEvery morning, she’d make sure to say hello to you and would hype you up like

✧･ﾟ“We’re gonna have a great day today, Y/N!” and would try to high five you 

✧･ﾟLots of unintentional innuendos when she’s trying to be wholesome, to which she’ll listen to herself and then immediately be like “I didn’t- Ya know what, I gotta go-” 

✧･ﾟAlways sits next to you at lunch and tells you everything that’s going on with her day

✧･ﾟAnd vice versa, she’d listen to everything going on in your world and offer you support and validation because to her, you deserve every last bit of it 

✧･ﾟWhen Melissa had her over for cooking lessons, she’d bring you leftovers from the next day because she’s always thinking about things she can do for you 

✧･ﾟJacob would finally be the one to tell her she needed to go for it, and she’d be incredibly nervous to tell you (as if you don’t already know) 

✧･ﾟShe’d probably find you walking out at the end of the day and would pull you aside right out of the school and say something like 

✧･ﾟ“Okay- Okay, this is scary and weird, but I’m just gonna do it, okay?” She’d take a deep breath and very quickly admit, “I like you a lot, Y/N. And it’s okay if you don’t like me back- We can just stay friends! I don’t want to ruin everything we have, but I also can’t ignore that I really *really* like you a lot, I’m just really sorry if that’s weird or overbearing-” 

✧･ﾟTo which you would cut her off and admit that you liked her too

✧･ﾟShe’d give you the BIGGEST, prettiest and goofiest smile you’d ever seen her wear in all the time you’d known her 

✧･ﾟDefinitely would be kinda awkward because she wasn’t expecting to get this far, but she’d make sure to plan a very cute, personal date with you full of the fluffiest romance 

Melissa Schemmenti

✧･ﾟWhere to begin with Melissa Schemmenti 

✧･ﾟWhen she likes someone, she knows it and she has every intention of winning them over. Out of all the women (even Ava), Melissa has the absolute most game 

✧･ﾟThe moment you arrive she knows that she thinks you're cute. It only gets better the longer she talks to you and the more she gets to know you 

✧･ﾟDefinitely calls you little pet names like “hon”, “sweetheart”, “angel”, the works

✧･ﾟShe’d always be knocking on your door during her breaks and invade your classroom while you were teaching, just smiling ear to ear to see you in your element with the kids 

✧･ﾟShe’d also wait for you in the halls before classes, before breaks, and before it was time for the end of the day. She always insists on walking you out to your car to make sure no one tries any funny business with you 

✧･ﾟWhenever she got her fancy latte in the morning, she’d always bring you one just to cheer you up 

✧･ﾟAnd any time you were having a hard day, she’d be the first to find you to offer you comfort. Sometimes that meant telling you a weird Schemmenti family story that sounded unreal, other times it was cute joke, and when it was dire, she’d make sure to offer you sweet words of affection and try to let you know how wonderful you are to build you right back up 

✧･ﾟPeople would know it was getting real because Melissa would absolutely start getting territorial over you 

✧･ﾟIf someone so much as breathed around you and it *seemed* like they were interested, she’d start that growling and pacing back and forth like a menacing linebacker 

✧･ﾟIt would get to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore knowing that you weren’t officially hers that she’d find you after everyone was gone from school, maybe in your classroom once Mr. Johnson left for the day

✧･ﾟYou’d ask her what was wrong and she wouldn’t waste any time making her way right up to you and kissing you right on the lips, caressing over your hair sweetly just to drive it home even more 

✧･ﾟShe’d say something like “I like you. I like you a lot, actually, and I think you should come to my place for dinner this week… If you’re interested.” 

✧･ﾟAnd how could you say no to her after a kiss like that? FIND MORE GAY SHIT HERE

#melissa schemmenti x reader #barbara howard x reader #ava coleman x reader #janine teagues x reader #abbott elementary headcanons #wlw imagine #hope this turned out okay!

[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (1/2)

part 2

Gepard notices that it's been. Quiet lately. Like weirdly quiet. TOO quiet. He hasn't seen Sampo Koski in almost a week, which is about the longest he's ever been absent. And he is NOT worried. He's not! So what if they've been getting along more lately! So what if Gepard sometimes looks for him in his favorite hiding places! So what if he's been dreaming about blue hair and green eyes! It's nothing!!

But they're….strange, these dreams. Gepard doesn't usually remember what he's dreamt. It's out of his mind seconds within waking up. But these stick with him, they won't leave him be, they feel different somehow.

He dreams of Sampo bringing food to the frontlines and eating breakfast in his tent with him. Sampo always sneaks him extras. He dreams of chasing Sampo through the alleyways, Sampo sometimes letting himself be caught, Gepard sometimes catching him, and trying to ignore how it feels more like a game now more than anything else. He even dreams that Sampo tags along with him on one of his few civilian days. Sampo runs errands with him, prattles about inane bullshit while Gepard picks out groceries for the week, drags Gepard into some bakery he's never been to but he thinks Serval mentioned once.

And sometimes, it feels so close to reality, that Gepard half expects to see Sampo, shamelessly swaggering into the frontlines with all the guards' breakfast like his wanted poster wasn't only recently taken off the walls of Belobog. He's disappointed when it's always someone else instead. He tells himself his disappointment is ridiculous and if Sampo wants to go prowl around the Snow Plains or wherever he is, then fine. It's not any of his business.

…But it IS his job to investigate any unusual criminal activity relating to the frontlines. And the frontlines are Sampo's usual haunting grounds, and this is unusual activity, and Sampo IS technically a criminal, so it is absolutely part of his duty to look into this - is what Gepard tells himself the entire tram ride down into the Underground.

Natasha tells him he's gone, and Gepard has to steel himself. He knew Sampo made enemies wherever he went, there are a lot of people who would love his head on a platter, but he didn't think-

Natasha corrects him that she means literally gone. As in off-planet. Sampo always leaves her a note before he goes anywhere, so she knows not to expect any supply runs from him. He should be back in exactly two weeks. Thank the Preservation.

Gepard goes back home. He waits.

The uneasiness doesn't leave him.

"Where did you go?" Sampo stops dead in the middle of some story about Seele, and how you'd think someone with as blunt a mouth as her wouldn't have so much trouble asking a woman out, even if that woman IS the Supreme Guardian, and stares at him. He nearly fumbles his cigarette.

"Ahaha, what do you mean, I'm right here?" Sampo smiles at him the same way he always does. Gepard has no idea why he asked. It just popped out. He can never tell when Sampo is lying, anyway.

"I don't know. I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time." Gepard idly mouths at his own cigarette. He almost never smokes, but he wants to ration their stocks of Blizzard Immunity, and it helps with the cold. It's seemed colder lately, for some reason.

Gepard flicks his lighter once, twice, sighs at the third time because a metal prosthetic and thick gloves make the damn things so difficult. Sampo reaches over and wordlessly kisses the end of his cigarette to Gepard's, lighting it. "Thank you."

Nothing happens for almost a full 30 seconds. Something churns behind Gepard's ribcage. Because Sampo never leaves a "thank you" hanging. This is the part where he gives his spiel about how helpful and kind he is and Gepard either brings up how long his rap sheet was before Bronya helped clear his name, or just stares deadpan because seeing Sampo squirm is weirdly satisfying.

"…I'll be back in one more week."

Gepard jolts awake in his cot, mouth dry and eyes bleary.

The hell.

The next dream he has, Sampo looks tired. Sometimes he seems normal. Sometimes he says strange things, like how he wishes he'd gone to some restaurant in Belobog. Ate his favorite food more recently. Brought something with him. Gepard asks why he can't do that now. Where would he bring something? Sampo only shrugs. His rebuttals have less energy.

Gepard doesn't know if he wants to dream more, or less.

He ticks down the days on his calendar. Natasha hasn't told him any different. She promised she would if she got any kind of message. Sampo returns tomorrow, from whatever vacation or seedy business dealings he's been off having. He is not excited about it. He is not looking forward to it. He's not!!

Gepard falls asleep late that night, unable to settle. He dreams again.

He's alone. There are tons of people everywhere, the frontlines are always crowded. But he's alone. They all pass right by him as though he were a ghost. Gepard starts to walk before he realizes his feet are even moving.

He checks the trashcans in the dead end alley. He checks the supply crates that someone always stacks too high because they don't feel like finding more space for them. He pauses to check the soldiers that march past him, watching their footprints in the snow.

He finally finds Sampo on the rooftop along the northernmost wall, the one that looks out over the plains, towards Everwinter Hill, towards where the Stellaron had once been kept. With a full moon and an entire land of white snow, Gepard can almost see clear out to the horizon.

"Found you." Sampo stiffens, and Gepard is almost prepared for him to sprint off the roof. He doesn't. But he doesn't relax either. Gepard sits down next to him and stares out at the wastelands.

"…I fucked up." It wasn't what Gepard had been expecting. Sampo never 'fucks up,' Sampo just gets into incidents that are entirely, supposedly, not his fault and that he just happens to always be within the vicinity of.

"What did you do now?" It must be really bad if Sampo is coming to the Silvermanes for protection.

Instead, Sampo ignores his question completely. "See out over there? Right on the other side of that mountain. There's a safe house that way. It's hidden under a lot of snow and dead trees, but it's there. And in that safe house is a box full of letters. I need you to deliver those letters for me."

Gepard's brow furrows. It's a weird favor to ask. Sampo would never tell anyone where his hidden safehouses were. It defeated the whole purpose of a hidden safe house.

Something is wrong, something is really really wrong.

Gepard turns back to look at him again and startles, all of his questions dying in his throat, because the entire left side of Sampo's head is suddenly matted down, dark and sticky, his skin is dyed red red red-

"In three more months, there's gonna be something big happening." Gepard grabs Sampo's hand and it feels slick and warm against his palm. "I won't be here. So I need you to do my end of things for me." Gepard tries to keep hold, but something is fading, something is slowing, the sun is coming up but the colors are all wrong, everything feels like encroaching fog, Sampo's hand slides right through his. "I was gonna come back with my mask to finish setting the stage, but…" Gepard makes a frantic grab for Sampo's wrist, the air twists, he comes back empty-handed. "They have you. And you're the Iron Wall of Belobog. So it'll be ok."

Gepard finally manages to find his grip, snatches the front of Sampo's dark wet jacket and yanks him forward to hold onto him, and this close up, he can see it better, his colors are bleaching out, leaking outside the lines as if Sampo will become part of the background, as if he's fading into the strange fog that's been closing in on them. His fingers are already starting to feel empty again.

"Wake up."

Gepard jolts awake, uncurls his hands from where they're fisted in the blanket, scrubs the dampness off his face. Breathes. Breathes. Breathes. Today is supposed to be the day.

He throws on his civilian clothes, and he goes down to the shipyard the IPC had built. He finds a spot where he can see every person that returns to Belobog, and he waits.

And he waits and he waits and he waits.

No one he recognizes appears.

#sampard #gepo #hsr gepard #hsr sampo #gepard landau #sampo koski #honkai star rail #hsr #blood #my fics #lucid dreamer #there was more to this but it didn't feel right included here so part 2 tomorrow maybe? #I just think Penacony being the land of dreams presents some FASCINATING possibilities like showing up in other people's dreams #the end of masquerade duet killed me just beat me dead #Sampo going through all this trouble just to protect Belobog... #poor Ray got such an earful that night haha #In the Penacony dreamscape someone can change their appearance however they want but I think in this case where one of the dreamers AREN'T- #-on Penacony it would take more concentration to keep that illusion up #and if someone were say. hurt and badly bleeding. it would start to fall apart eventually as they lost their concentration. #but oh my heart #Sampo being away and missing Belobog so badly he shows up in his friends' dreams just to do the same mundane shit they always do... #He probably showed up to everyone #he sat around and kept Natasha company in her clinic. he pestered Seele until he provoked her into asking Bronya on a date. #he played one last song with Pela and Serval. he told them he'd always kept his old bass guitar. #he took Hook out on one last joyride on his scooter and he even let her sit up front and steer like she'd always wanted. #and he stood around to shoot the shit with Gepard #he got to go do things like run domestic errands together with him. as if they could have been something more than what they were at the en #it was nice to get the chance to do all that #it was nice

[moremaybank]

heyy! if you have time, i'd really like some angst that will make me cry... lol i was thinking klaus x wife! reader where they have been together all these years and he lets his paranoia get ahead of him and hee daggers her to "keep her safe" and then years later he undaggers her and she is all betrayed and whatever else you want ❤️ thanks!

PARANOIA — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

summary klaus goes too far while trying to protect you and your shared family.

warnings angst, klaus and reader arguing, klaus daggering reader

author's note hope you like it, babes!

klaus masterlist

yours and klaus's story had always been sacred to you both.

you'd met as children, klaus teaching you how to craft paints from the countless flowers he'd found in the forest. you tended to cuts and bruises branded on him by mikael, wiping away his tears as you tried your best to take even a fraction of his pain away. you were turned together, struggling to adjust to the changes that came with being immortal. when klaus broke his curse, you were right there by his side, reassuring him that you would navigate through it together.

you'd fled each and every home you'd made together, constantly on the run from the man klaus called father. you fought tirelessly to protect his siblings, the ones you'd considered to be your family as well. you'd hunted down doppelgängers in search of breaking his curse, fought against the numerous enemies klaus had made over the centuries, built empires together...the list goes on.

but never in a million years had you ever expected to find yourselves where you were right now.

"i've had enough, klaus! for weeks now, you've been pushing me away. casting me aside like i'm some toy you're no longer interested in playing with. i deserve more! so you're either going to talk to me, or i'm going to have to investigate for myself."

"leave it alone, y/n. this does not concern you."

"of course it does! we've been building a life together for a thousand years. your battles are my battles. your triumphs are my triumphs. every single decision you make affects me, and vice-versa. we've always faced our problems together, so why is it any different now?"

"it's different because you've become a weakness!"

klaus's statement caught you off-guard, and you swore you felt your heart shatter at his tone.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

klaus squeezed his hand into a fist tightly, trying to calm himself down before he said something he would never be able to take back.

"i will not allow my enemies to use you against me. if they manage to take you away from me, they can use your knowledge about my family and me as ammunition to tear us apart. everything we've ever built will end up in nothing but ash, all because i wasn't smart or brave enough to take the proper precautions needed to protect my family."

"our family! ours!" you argued. "we're married! does that not hold any weight for you? because it does for me.”

klaus remained silent, avoiding your gaze as the guilt coursed through him. he didn't want this. not for you and not for himself. but what choice did he have? he'd betrayed his siblings left, right and centre any time it had served him, but even he knew that he was wrong. and he was trying to make things right. no matter what, he'd always protect them. even if it meant losing out on the things and people he'd loved. like you.

"this isn't you, klaus. this isn't us. we're supposed to be honest with each other and make each other better. forever. even when we lose our way. especially then. but we can't do that when you refuse to talk to me or even look at me, for that matter."

you approached him carefully, hands smoothing up his arms to rest on his broad shoulders. it took a bit of silent pleading, but you got him to look at you. "please, my love. whatever's going on, we can deal with it together, just as we always do." klaus refuses to answer you, and you sigh. "this is bigger than just us. it's about our family. now, i will go down swinging for every last one of you, but you need to let me."

klaus shrugged your hands off of him with a huff, "that's the problem."

"what? what is?"

"the fact that you won't ever let these things go. you would fight to the death for us, and that is the exact thing that is going to get you killed."

tears welled in your eyes as your expression changed. you crossed your arms in defence, brows furrowing as you looked away from him. "oh, so— so what? it's perfectly fine for you to risk everything to save our family, but when i try to do the same, it's an issue?"

"you aren't listening—"

"no, you aren't listening! you don't get to make decisions for me. you can't just cut me out of your diabolical plans and expect me to sit here and take it. this affects me too! why can't you see that?"

again, klaus had no answer. you struggled to accept it, because how could the man who always seemed to have something to say have absolutely no words for you now?

"you're letting your paranoia cloud your judgement. you can't give it the power. you have to trust that we'll be okay."

"trust can be a fickle thing, love. anything can change in an instant. and you're right, i am paranoid. i'm allowing my demons to control me, and the only way i can take my power back is if i try to beat it. and i only know of one way that i can." klaus started to walk toward you, much too calmly for your liking. a look of confusion washed over your features. a chill ran down your spine at his tone.

"klaus...what's going on with you? seriously." you backed up with each step he took forward until your back hit the wall behind you.

klaus's hand came up to your face, gently holding your gaze on him. "i refuse to let anything happen to you. you're too precious to me," he breathed. "and it pains me to do this. in fact, if i could be killed, this would be the very thing that would end my life. but i cannot afford to take chances with your life."

klaus reached behind him, his movements calm so as to not startle you. he pulled the dagger out of his back pocket and slowly brought it forth. you looked downward as you felt the tip of it pressing against your chest ever so slightly.

"klaus, no. you can't. you won't."

your eyes met klaus's again as he took a deep breath. "i need to know you're safe. this is the only way i can be certain."

a combination of fear and anger was caught in your throat, but you forced yourself to speak. "if you do this, you'll lose me forever. and you know very well that forever is a long time, especially for a vampire."

"i don't have a choice, sweetheart," he whispered. and with that, he plunged the dagger into your heart. he held onto your frame as it grew lifeless. tears were cascading down his cheeks as he shut his eyes, clutching onto you. "even if you grow to hate me, you'll be alive to do so."

-

ten years had passed. the mikaelsons had relocated again and again, defeating their enemies as best as they could while doing so. though it hadn't been all smooth sailing.

your presence was felt by the lot of them. the ferocity with which you would fight for them. the love and constant kindness you showed them. the way you believed in the good parts in all of them. there was so much to love about you, and in light of klaus's actions, there was so much to regret the loss of.

none of them could say they were happy about the circumstance you'd been in, yet they couldn't deny that it quelled the fear of their enemies bringing you to a permanent death by their hands.

but now that the fire had died down, klaus could revive you.

klaus stood over your half-living body in your coffin, his undead heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

"you cannot leave her like this forever," elijah spoke as he approached klaus from behind.

"i know. but i'm not ready to lose her," klaus breathed. "what if she never forgives me? i don't know that i can see myself going on without her. but i do know that i will turn into a man that even i won't be able to recognize."

elijah's hand came up to rest on klaus's shoulder. "you have to allow her to make her own decisions, brother. she will forgive you, or she will not. but she deserves the freedom to decide as she chooses."

klaus nodded his head, the movement barely noticeable. he knew elijah was right, and even if you chose not to forgive him, he could take comfort in the fact that you were alive and breathing. it would absolutely suck, but still, you wouldn't be dead.

"i'll leave you to it," elijah said, "but remember that all things aside, she loves you. no matter if she's hurt or angry. she loves you, niklaus."

klaus listened to the clicks of elijah's dress shoes against the ground as he left him alone with you. he took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever was about to come. his hand wrapped around the dagger, closing his eyes as he carefully withdrew it from your chest. he placed it on the small table next to your coffin, taking a seat on his chair as he waited for life to spring back into you.

a few moments passed, and klaus watched as your fingers twitched. the grey complexion that took over your body started to fall away, the true tone of your skin taking its place. you groaned as you woke up from your decade-long slumber.

"love?" klaus questioned, quiet as a mouse. he stood up, approaching your coffin. "are you—" he paused with a huff, "how are you feeling?"

you sat up slowly, turning your head to look at klaus. the man you'd trusted with your heart and soul. as you stared at him, you didn't know if you felt that same trust. not after he betrayed you in the way he did.

"how am i feeling? " you asked. "i'm feeling like you daggered me and left me in a lifeless sleep for god knows how long." you sat up, climbing out of the coffin and smacking klaus's hand away when he tried to help you.

"sweetheart, please. let me explain—"

"explain what, klaus? i've given you everything. every last piece of me, and then some. and it still wasn't enough for you to trust me. do you know what that feels like?" he doesn't respond, but he keeps his gaze locked on yours. "it feels like choosing to love and stand by you was a colossal and utter waste of my time. a thousand years worth."

klaus stepped closer to you hesitantly, as his hands found your face. "i know you're angry with me. i understand. but you have to know that i only did what i did to protect you."

you sighed harshly, removing his hands from you. "don't. you don't get to do that. you don't get to dagger me and shove me in a box when my existence isn't convenient for you. i deserve more than that. more than you."

"y/n. i'm sorry. i did what i thought was right. i did what i knew would keep you alive. i was trying to protect you."

"i don't need you to protect me, klaus. i need you to respect me a—and to see me as your equal. but you don't. you just see someone you can push around. and i'm done putting up with it."

you began to walk away, but you paused, turning back to face him. “as the centuries passed, i’ve seen you do terrible, unspeakable things to a lot of people, but i always thought that you had a limit. i thought i would be your limit. but i guess i was wrong.”

"that's not true, y/n. you are the most sacred thing on this planet to me. you're everything. i couldn't risk losing you, especially not when i had the means to stop it," he replied. "please don't do this. don't walk away from us and everything we've built."

you scoffed, "there is no us, klaus. not anymore." you looked into his blue orbs, the very pair of eyes that once brought you so much joy now being the ones to bring you pain. “rebekah tried to warn me all those years ago, and i shrugged her off because i believed in you and i believed in what we had. but now…”

“…what are you saying?”

“i’m saying," you paused, "maybe she was right.” and with that, you left him. lost, alone, and afraid of what was to come.

~

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[nishithedevil]

And with that, we have to the end of this fic. Thank you to everyone who read all parts, i'm glad you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it. Don't you worry tho, this isn't the end of my fics XD

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x capital gn reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

As we sat there waiting for the train to arrive, Lucy Gray tapped my shoulder. I turned my head towards her, humming in question. “Thank you, truly. I don’t think I could’ve done any of this without you.” She said softly.

My demeanor eased, and I placed my hand on the bench behind her. "It was my pleasure, but let's not celebrate too soon. I want to ensure you safely return to the Covey in one piece; there's always a chance for unexpected events." I cringe internally, hoping everything goes smoothly, but I keep my concern hidden to avoid adding to her anxiety.

She nods in agreement, and as our train arrives, we seamlessly join the crowd, boarding without attracting any notice. The journey to the districts remains hushed; Lucy Gray wisely opts for silence to avoid unwanted attention. Tuning in to the radio, we stay informed, and thankfully, no one has grown suspicious of her absence, assuming she's still concealed in the vents. The atmosphere between us is mostly comfortable, except for the somber moments when we tune in to the Games' death announcements.

After about three hours, the districts finally emerged on the horizon. Lucy Gray had peacefully drifted into sleep during the train ride, a sight that melted my heart, signaling her genuine trust in me.

Approaching our destination, I leaned in and whispered tenderly in Lucy Gray's ear, softly shaking her awake. "Hey, we're almost here," my voice carried a hint of warmth, and my fingers, moved by an unspoken affection, delicately brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

In that intimate moment, she seemed to sense my hand on her face, and as she looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine, the realization of my tender gesture washed over me. A sudden flush of embarrassment tinged my cheeks, and I stammered, caught off guard and flustered by my own actions. Groggily, she then rubbed her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup, and sat up, allowing me to assist her in gathering our belongings before the train's impending stop.

Once it did, we swiftly exited, aiming to attract minimal attention. Out of sight from most onlookers, Lucy Gray immediately took hold of my hand, pulling me along. “C’mon, if the Covey is still here, I know where they’re staying,” she said, glancing back at me as I willingly allowed her to lead the way.

After a while of swerving between the district people, I look around and realize how truly horrible their living conditions are here. It was honestly heartbreaking. “Hey Luce,” I fall short on her steps and tug her towards me. She stops in her tracks confused and looks at me, “I just want to warn you that we can’t stay here for long. We can’t stay long enough for people to realize who you are and what you’ve done.” I warn her.

She looks down at our intertwined hands and then back at me, after a while she begins, “I know. I just have to see my family. I have to tell them I’m okay and see how they’re doin’.” She spoke, her voice soft.

I squeeze her hand in understanding, nodding behind her to signal she should keep walking. Following her lead, we reach a bar, and behind it stands a small, run-down house. Stopping in front of the door, Lucy Gray doesn't bother knocking. She releases my hand, confidently opens the door, and strides inside.

I take a few steps to get closer to her and as we step inside I look around. Inside there are a few kids, all different ages, but no one older than 18. They look at us confused but with caution and stand up abruptly. That was understandable, considering Lucy Gray didn’t look like herself and I was a total stranger to them.

“It’s me guys, Lucy Gray. It’s me, I’m back.” Lucy Gray pleaded with her hands up in the air. I straighten myself behind her.

“N-no! You can’t be. Lucy Gray is fighting in the Hunger Games right now!” One of them yells.

“Maude Ivory, It’s me I swear. Ask me something only Lucy Gray would know.” The little kid, whose name I now know is Maude Ivory, walks closer to her and asks her, “What happened that one time I ate a peanut butter sandwich for the first time?” I cock my head to the side, confused, curiously awaiting the answer.

Lucy Gray put her hands down and straightened herself up, “That’s a trick question, you didn’t eat one since you threw it at me and when I threw it back it fell to the ground since you couldn’t catch it with your mouth like you wanted to.” I chuckle at that response.

“It really is you Lucy Gray!!” Another kid yells and they all come running to hug her. “Why do you look so different?” One asks, and to that I decide to answer. “Well, I helped her escape from the Games, so she had to have a makeover so as to not get caught.”

They all look at me, confusion on their faces again. “Uh hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I was Lucy Gray’s mentor and I helped her escape. As they release Lucy Gray, her family members rush to me, clinging with gratitude and repeating thank you. I laugh at their antics, patting each of them on the back. When I glance up at Lucy Gray, she wears a sweet, loving expression.

I let her stay all day in the house, deciding that having her spend these probably last moments with her family was exactly what she needed right now, and then disappearing in the early morning was the right idea.

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In the early morning, the Covey wishes us a safe journey. After packing our food, we set off on our way. The hike proves to be exhausting as we walk for days, striving to distance ourselves as much as possible from civilization.

All the way there we talked. I realized just how wonderful and amazing Lucy Gray Baird truly was. I was glad I could help such a beautiful soul escape from the monstrous life in the districts. We talked about anything and everything but also nothing at all. Just being in her presence was enough.

We sat down along the river under a big tree to take a break, we could see a hut in the distance, which would probably be around a 2 hour long walk from here, but we wanted to rest for our final hike. Propped against the tree, Lucy Gray lies in my lap. Suddenly, she says, "I'm grateful for this, for you." I gaze down, tilting my head in curiosity. Her smile follows as she turns toward me, plucking a small white flower beside me. Turning back to lay on her back, she twirls the flower in her hands. "All I'm trying to say is, you saved me, Y/N. You saved me from the cruel fate of our world. And now—" I gently take the flower and tuck it behind her ear, interjecting, "Now we're free. We have all the freedom and time in the world, Lucy Gray. We can do whatever our hearts desire."

In that moment, she gazes up at me, slightly stunned by my action. Her eyes linger on my lips, and a profound silence envelops us, allowing the sounds of the wind to echo around. Propping up on her elbows Lucy Gray captures my lips with hers, closing the gap between us. I hum at how soft her lips are and I could just get stuck in a loop of her kissing me. I never wanted this moment to end. We stopped for air but during that time she sat on my lap and put her hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer and kissing me, this time harsher. I put my hands on her waist moaning at her eagerness. Regrettably, the sweet moment had to end when the lack of air became an issue, and we parted, both catching our breath. Lucy Gray rests her forehead against mine as we huff, and when I look up at her, she's already gazing at me. I blush, captivated by her honey eyes. Placing my hand on her cheek, I confess, "You know, I could never get sick of looking at you." She chuckles, lightly hitting my shoulder, "Oh shut it, you sap." I smirk, realizing I've managed to fluster her.

“Oh, is the overconfident songbird flustered by my words?” I tease her as she turns redder and groans, hiding her head in my shoulder as I laugh.

I was already used to life with her, I would never trade anything for this life with the most gorgeous soul I have ever met. Waking up and going back to sleep with Lucy Gray next to me is all I need to have a fulfilled life. Anything else thrown our way we will get passed it together, no matter what it is.

Lucy Gray leans back sitting on my thighs as I lean forward to capture her lips again, a smile on my face as I safely, in my arms hold the most precious thing in my entire life.

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #gn reader #the hunger games #the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games x reader #x reader

[romione-trope-fest]

Capture My Heart

Title: Capture My Heart

Author: adenei

Trope: Muggle AU

Brief Summary: Work meets play at a work picnic/team bonding event. Hermione gets a little more than she bargained for when a certain redhead is held captive during a healthy team bonding game of Capture the Flag.

WC: 2,541

TW: n/a unless you count excessive forearm mentions

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What am I, twelve?

  Hermione paces back and forth in front of the currently unoccupied ‘jail cell.’ Really, it’s a piece of rope tied around a few trees just off the beaten path of the trail that is her team’s home base. Swiping through her phone, she’d rather be anywhere else than playing this stupid game at the stupid company picnic. 

  Don’t they realize she still has a ton of work to get done? Cases never end for a public defender, especially not when certain detectives seem to be a little too good at their job, putting deadbeats who can’t afford their own lawyer behind bars.

It’s not his fault. She should be grateful that there’s someone who actually does their job and takes it seriously, but her workload is screaming otherwise. And since her department refuses to hire an additional person, Hermione will continue to aim all of her resentment at him.

  Now, if only the other side would just capture her team’s flag so they can be done with this God forsaken children’s game. Then she can get back to the office. Yeah, that’d be great.

  Bored out of her mind, Hermione goes back to scrolling the newest set of case files that were emailed to her that morning. It’s the only thing she can do considering she was given the most boring position on her team. Like a group of lawyers and paralegals are going to catch and apprehend a bunch of detectives. And even if they did, what was she going to do? Hold them in contempt? Honestly.

  A rustling from nearby catches her attention, and she locks her phone before shoving it into the back pocket of her jeans. At least the fall weather and smattering of dead leaves on the ground prevents anyone from sneaking around too stealthily. 

  “Oi, Hermione, where are you?” Ernie MacMillan, her desk partner, calls from down the path.

  She rolls her eyes, though no one can see her. “Right here, where you left me, remember? To guard an unoccupied makeshift jail cell.”

  “Hey, not my fault McGonagall forced you to participate. And lucky for you, it won’t be unoccupied anymore.”

  “Yeah, right.” She scoffs. “Like any of you caught one of those egotistical prats.”

  “Hey, I take offense to that!” The second voice makes her freeze, a shiver running up her spine.

  Of all the people, does it have to be him?

  Hermione might not just be resentful of that one particular detective for keeping her overworked. It might also have something to do with the fact that he is extremely attractive, charismatic, and all around swoonworthy. And she’s not the only one who thinks that. He’s also way out of her league given all the single straight women in the county building have a crush on him. 

  And who wouldn’t? With messy waves of striking auburn hair that’s faded on the sides, piercing ice blue eyes that can spot the assailant in any situation, and a lopsided smile that’s not only welcoming but inherently trusting, it’s hard not to be attracted to him. But that’s nothing to Hermione. Sure, he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s his intelligence that turns her on—that and the infuriating way he always rolls his dress shirts up to his elbows, showing off his perfectly sculpted forearms any time he books a criminal. 

  If he ever is single, she assumes it’s never for long. There’s probably a line of women waiting to date him. Not that she’d know or anything. She refuses to delve that deep into his personal life—if for the sole fact it’ll kill the tiny shred of hope she has for something as minimal as getting a drink with him sometime.

  Screw getting a drink with him. You’re about to be left alone in the woods with nothing to do. Take advantage of the situation!

  Oh my god, no. Get it together, Hermione.

  Right. Even as images of potential scenarios flow through her mind, she shakes them out of her head. The last thing she needs is for Ron Weasley to see her drooling over him. Especially since he and Ernie are fast approaching.

  “Well, it certainly wasn’t meant as a compliment,” she retorts, unwilling to let him get under her skin.

  Before the detective can speak again, Ernie cuts in. “Yeah, well, try not to insult him too much. Even holding one hostage increases our chances to win.”

  “I thought jailbreaks were against the rules?” Hermione asks. Not that she cares. She’ll willingly let him go in five minutes just to have her peace and quiet again—if only to daydream about him behind his back.

  Ernie makes a big show of shoving Ron into the makeshift jail cell then looks back at Hermione. “They are. So make sure he stays there.”

  “Or what?” Hermione crosses her arms. “You’ll make me buy coffee for the floor Monday? Sorry, I can’t. I have a full day in court.”

  “Again?” Ernie groans.

  “Yes, which is the reason I’d prefer to be back at the office and not in the woods for a silly picnic to begin with.”

  Ernie grimaces and attempts to placate her, even though they both know it means little to nothing in their field of work. “At least there’s overtime?”

  “I suppose. Though it’d be nice to have a weekend to myself once in a while.” Then Hermione turns to the captor and grumbles. “All thanks to you.” 

  “On that note, I’m going to get back to the rest of the team.” Ernie backs away a few steps, then takes off at a jog.

  Hermione side-eyes the bane of her existence—pointedly as she leans against a tree. Ron holds up his hands in defense. “Hey, don’t blame me for doing my job. You’d think crime rates would start to go down eventually.”

  “Please, Ron,” she chides. “You of all people should know that crime is always going to exist.”

  He saunters—fucking saunters—over to her and props himself against another tree, once again showing off his forearms. Of course he’s still managed to highlight them despite dressing casually with jeans, a heather gray t-shirt, and a dark blue flannel unbuttoned over it. It’s in striking contrast to her jade sweater, jeans, beige peacoat, and brown leather boots.

  Ron looks at her through his light blonde lashes. “So what do you suggest, Hermione? That I not do my job? Turn a blind eye to evidence in an investigation or stop asking key questions during interrogations?” 

  His gaze never falters, and she can’t help but feel like it’s piercing through her, like he’s trying to solve the mystery that she is to him. It’s uncomfortable in all the right ways, sending jolts of energy through her and making her forget where she is and what she’s doing. In all honesty, it’s making her want to jump his bones.

  Which would be completely unprofessional.

  Ugh. This is why she tries to avoid work functions outside the office. It’s much easier to avoid her attraction in that environment. But here, in the woods with the sun shining through the trees and the foliage creating a warm ambience, it’s hard not to let her imagination run wild. It’d be too easy to let herself believe he’s eyeing her with the same want she’s been harboring for over a year.

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” she forces herself to say. “Just, I don’t know, try a little harder to suggest other lawyers. I’m only one person, and I can only do so much.”

  Ron twists his mouth and cocks his head as he thinks about her suggestion. “I guess I could, but then what excuse would I have to come see you if I’m not delivering cases?”

  His playful demeanor hosts an undertone of seriousness that causes Hermione’s breath to hitch. This time, she’s the one to search his eyes for a deeper meaning, but she’s absolutely terrible at reading people. That’s why she took the public defender position—it was meant to be a stepping stone while she strengthened her abilities to read a jury. Then, she’d be able to go after the job she really wanted. One that would help her do some good in the world. 

  Giving up, she decides to just ask him outright. “Why would you think you need an excuse?”

  “Because detectives don’t usually hang around with attorneys.”

  “Probably because all they do is pile on more work for us.”

  If ‘they’ means Ron and ‘us’ means her, then yes, that would be true.

  “So, you’re saying I could drop in to say hi whenever I feel like it?” Ron raises an eyebrow to accompany his question.

  “If you want, but then people might think we’re friends…”

  He pushes himself off the tree and steps toward the rope separating himself from her. The motion sends an uninvited thrill through her. “Aren’t we?”

  “I figured we were closer to work acquaintances.” 

  She shrugs, attempting to keep things light and breezy while her body is on fire, desperate for her to open herself up to something more. But she won’t. Not yet. Especially when she’s wary of his intentions. After all, the rest of his team is vying for their stupid flag that’s somewhere on the grounds of the park. 

  His hand claps his chest, and he makes a show of stumbling to his knees. “Oh, you wound me, Hermione.”

  “Please, stop being so dramatic.” She lets out an unbecoming snort through her laughter. He grins at her and she rolls her eyes. “This better not be some ploy to distract me in an attempt to get the flag.”

  Ron stands back up and places his hands on his hips, once again flexing his forearms. God, she hates it so much. “Come on, Hermione. If I cared about the game, I wouldn’t have let myself get captured.”

  She bursts into more laughter. “Yeah, right. There’s no way you got captured on purpose. That’s even more suspicious.”

  “Why?” 

  “Because all I’ve listened to this week is how ‘we have to take down Weasley.’ How you’ve ‘single-handedly won the game for the last three years.’ Who’s to say you’re not distracting me just to get closer to your goal?”

  “Maybe my goal isn’t the flag this time.” There’s something about the way he says it that wipes the smile right off her face. 

  “W-what?” she squeaks.

  “Maybe I got captured under the guise of sacrificing myself for a teammate to get closer to the flag when really, I just wanted to spend time with you outside the office.”

  Despite the fact that her heart is positively pounding in her chest, she keeps up her front with an eye roll. “Why?”

  “Because I like you.”

  The words hang between them as she blinks blankly at him. “I—you—” She swallows hard. “You do?”

  Tentatively, he lifts the rope and steps underneath it. The tips of his ears are pink, something she’s noticed every once in a while but never thought anything of it.

  “Uh, yeah. Thought it was obvious.”

  Oh my god, is this actually happening?

  For a moment, she’s completely enraptured by the way he inches closer in an almost tentative matter. But then her mind chooses logic and once again blares the warning signs that this is a game.

  “Not as obvious as ‘no jailbreaks,’” she reminds him.

  He stops and she inwardly kicks herself for ruining the moment—if there’s even a moment to be ruined. But then he grins at her and takes another step forward. “Yeah, well, maybe it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  She can hardly believe it. Hope rushes over her again, and it’s all she can do to try and keep it contained. The last thing she needs is for him to see how completely enamored she is with him. Even still, a little giggle escapes her throat as she volleys a quip. “That’s rather bold, don’t you think?”

  “Maybe. But hopefully it’s worth it.” 

  “Why?” She quirks an eyebrow at him, the unknown meaning behind his words suddenly sobering her.

  A million possibilities flood her mind until he offers a sheepish grin and elaborates. “Because maybe I’ve forfeited the game for personal reasons.

  “Personal reasons?” she repeats. 

  “That center around asking you out.” 

  Asking me—holy shit.

  He waits for a beat as Hermione stares, slack-jawed, at him. Then, he adds, “So, uh, any time you want to put me out of my misery and let me know if it was a wise choice would be great.”

  He’s serious. He’s actually serious. Ron Weasley came here with the intention of asking her out. He could have any girl he wanted, yet he’s here, alone with her, detailing his plans of asking her out.

  She wants to savor every moment. Taking her time, Hermione steps closer to him, memorizing the hope in his eyes, the worry on his browline, the way his cheeks are completely red like he’s embarrassed. Then, a smirk forms on her lips. “That depends.”

  “On what?”

  “You technically haven’t asked me anything yet.”

  “Oh. Oh. Well, uh, would you want to grab dinner or something?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know.” Hermione taps her chin. “I’ve got quite the case load right now. I really shouldn’t. Next week is going to be brutal. There’s no possible way I could give up part of my weekend. Unless…well, I suppose I could be persuaded.”

  Even though she’s messing with him, she still finds herself succumbing to his gravitational pull. Because despite it all, the last thing she wants to convey is the possibility that she might say no. Of course, she’d have to question his detective skills if he could ever believe that.

  Thankfully, she doesn’t have to. She’s not quite sure where the brazenness comes from, but she doesn’t resist the pull urging her even closer. Her hand reaches up, sliding the soft fabric of his flannel between her fingers, which invites him into her personal space, and he grasps her hips. 

  For a moment, she forgets that there’s even a game going on, and that they’re at a work function—one she’d very much like to leave right now if at all possible. But first, there’s another thing she’d prefer. And luckily, he doesn’t make her wait.

  His voice is suddenly husky, filled with lust as his eyes flit down to her lips. “I think that can be arranged.”

  She tilts her head up as he leans down. Their first kiss is gentle, tentative, as if he doesn’t believe she’s given him permission. But from the moment their lips meet, the fire within her reignites, and Hermione wants more. Hungrily, she reaches up, fingers combing through his hair, urging even closer and deepens the kiss.

  Ron moans, squeezing her hips as he backs her into the nearest tree, and if she’s not careful, she might just let him do whatever he wants to her right then and there.

  That thought seems to snap her back to her senses, and she breaks away, her eyes taking a moment to catch up to her mind. Though heavy, she forces her eyelids open and meets his gaze. “So, dinner?”

  Ron nods. “Don’t think they’ll miss us if we leave early, do you?”

  “Not a chance.”

#submission #muggle au #romione #romione muggle au #romionetropefest

[aphroditesmoon]

melting moment

harwin strong x targ!reader

summary: harwin falls for the dreamer of house tagaryen.

warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!)

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The first time he saw you, he knew he had to have you. You were the most beautiful creature he's ever seen. Your peculiar personality might scare off other people's from making friends with you, but it only intrigued him.

A lot of people agree, only the knight and her sister, the princess Rhaenyra, had enough patience an love for you to tolerate and keep up with your weird conversations and random thoughts. You were easily branded as insane. Though no one would have the guts to say it to your face, and you didn't care as you were too busy being caught up in your head.

Harwin was as weirded out by the way you talked just as everyone at first. But the more he guarded you and spent time with you, the more he paid attention what you were saying, he realizes you might not be sputtering garbage after all.

He believes you were some sort of magical entity gifted with the gift if prophecy by the gods themselves.

He remembers the one time you wouldn't stop rambling and repeating about thirsty rats and something about a killer in a knight's armor during Rhaenyra's wedding day.

He assume it the same as always, you're daydreaming again. But then Rhaenyra's sworn knight starts beating the shit out of a man until he died. And your voice repeats themselves in his head over and over as he rushes to escort you to your room to safety.

As he secures you inside, he realizes you don't look even e bit scared, a disgusted expressions crossed your face when you saw the poor man's barely existing face, but that was all. It's almost as if you had expected it.

He tried telling himself it was impossible, and that he was overthinking it, but deciding to indulge his curiosity, he asks you if what had happened was what you had been talking about all morning.

Instead of answering him you had only stared at him for a solid 2 minutes making him sweat under your intense gaze, before slowly smiling softly.

As weird as it sounded, he felt the answer to his question was already answered by the peculiar given grin.

Since that night, he had spent the rest of his guarding with more friendliness, learning the gears of how your mind works and becoming fast friends with you.

He realizes then that if there was one thing more beautiful than your appearance, it was your mind.

He prides himself for being an honorable knight and protector of the princess, yet each day his want to be more than that increases.

How could he not crave to have more between you when his days that use to start from standing by your door from morning to eve goes to laying by your lap as he gives you permission (after many begging and puppy eyes while holding his hand) to braid his hair with flowers.

He has had the miraculous luck of feeling your hands running through his hair and your lips on his cheeks for a thankful peck. The only thing holding him back from doing anything unbecoming of his station was your station yourself.

He cared too much to risk dishonoring you in any way.

But when one day she surprises him with a stunning ruby engraved dagger made of valyrian steel for his seven and twentieth named day, he told himself himself would marry her.

She looked so happy by his own joy that he couldn't stop himself from holding her face in the palm of his hands and closing her mouth with his. claiming her.

She flinched at the contact at first. But as he pulls away to apologize, she pushes their mouths together again and he was ever the willing to reciprocate the kiss.

That same night he informed his father of his intentions to wed you.

To say that Lionel was nervous for his son was an understatement, he was well aware that compared to the Targaryens, they've nothing to offer them. But for his dutiful son, he would try to speak with the king.

The king ended up giving Lionel a vague confusing answer then proceeded to request the presence of Harwin himself to present his intentions for his daughter.

He offers the king nothing but his loyalty and love for you, vowing to protect you with his life as that is all he has of him to give.

Viserys was doubtful, but knowing how different her daughter is compared to the other girls of the court and her own sister, it wasn't shocking that he fears for her fate as well and wishes to wed her to someone he's sure would take care of her, not trusting himself to tie her to some political alliances.

And so, trusting the knight's reputation as the strongest man in the seven kingdoms and the loyalty if his father and dear friend to himself, He gives his blessing and announces their betrothal the next day.

He was attached to you like a second shadow from them on always needing to be near you at all times, if people had thought you two were familiar before, now they have to try and not throw up at your displays of affection.

It's not your fault you're both infatuated with eachother. He was too impatient to restrain himself until you were wed.

And that is the story of how you found yourself splayed on your bed, legs wide open with his fist inside your cunt, wrist deep fucking you.

He's thrusting his hand in you while clenching and unclenching his fist as you're moaning and screaming out his name in an unholy erotic manner that's making his cock harder.

He marvels at the sight in front of him. Your laid bare body writhing under his gaze pulling and gripping the sheets with your mouth hung open chanting out his name, tears wetting your cheeks. Your tits red with his bruises and bitemarks.

His cock twitches at the sound of your whine when he uses the thumb of his free hand to rub on your clit. You were arching your back and clenching on his fist begging him to go deeper.

"so fucking tight for me, hm? no matter how many times you take my cock." You clench harder at his words. His pacing becomes unrelenting as he fucks you through your orgasm, rising up to shove his mouth againts yours, letting your tongues dance with eachother's.

You came with his name spilling off your lips repeatedly as he moves his to assault your neck, licking and kissing the marks from before.

You whine at the lost of contact as he slowly takes out his wrist from you, licking and sucking off the juices off his hand, never breaking the eye contact.

He pushed two fingers through your lips and you instinctively suck on it making him groan at the bewitching sight.

As he starts rubbing himself on your thigh your hand links behind his neck to pull him closer, needing him inside of you

"Think I've stretched you enough, sweet girl?" He was met witha delirious moan as a response as you start wrapping your legs around him and grinding your sensitive raw cunt on his hardness.

He groans low in your ear, trying not to pound into you. "Say it." He grunts out. "Say you want my cock."

He was forcing you to submit, and gods you loved it so much you're embarassed.

"Please Harwin, please-need you, need your cock inside me-" You let out a strangled moan as his restraints broke and he holds your thighs apart, shoving his fat cock in you, plunging in and out of you so hard, the wet squelches of your skin slapping became as loud as your screams.

His back was being scarred and torn apart by your nails dragging and holding on to him with your dear life as he took you apart, ruining you for anyone else.

"Mine, all mine. My sweet dreamer, my pretty dragon girl." You couldn't respond if you wanted to, the only noises coming out of you, incoherent.

You've predicted many things, but you wonder why your dreams never told you you'd be this happy.

#harwin strong #ser harwin strong x reader #harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong #ser harwin #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

I seriously don’t know how this “ask” thing works, but what do you think the mercs would do on a beach day? Beach days for fictional characters are always so silly

i love this i freaking love beach days. i had so much fun writing these

scout

- he is beelining for the water. he loves swimming and doesn't get to often so as soon as they get there he is in the water splishing and splashing

- refuses to put sunscreen on (that's for wimps) so he gets sunburnt to hell and back and medic has to slather him in aloe vera gel when they get back to base

- will not be waiting 20 minutes after eating the sandwich engineer packed him before he gets back in the water. will get a cramp and will act like it doesn't even bother him to impress miss pauling (she's here in my beautiful mind) she is not impressed and will try to get him to get out of the water

- accidentally destroys some random kid's sandcastle so he'll sit down with them to help them rebuild it

soldier

- trying to catch fish with his bare hands. hoping to catch a shark

- getting buried in the sand and a sexy mermaid body sculpted on top of him. likely demo is the one burying him

- swims over to the others as sneakily as he can (not very) and tries to jump them (they heard him coming but they play along)

- eats sand /j

pyro

- brought ALL of the sand toys. water is not their thing so they're building masterclass sandcastles with engineer

- after too long in direct sun he gets really uncomfortable so he's laying face down on a towel under a big umbrella. melting

- walks along the shoreline looking for jellyfish. they have a stick to poke them with. also picks up shells and brings them to people

- he helps with the sexy mermaid body sculpting for soldier

demoman

- goes way out into the water and just floats in one spot. staring

- he's wasted obviously so pauling and heavy are keeping a very careful eye on him. him getting caught in a riptide could really ruin the beach day

- enjoys laying out in the sun. will probably lay his towel out beside sexy mermaid soldier and they'll stare at the sky until one or both are asleep

- WILL start a game of beach volleyball with the others and WILL be on the losing team

heavy

- sitting with medic and miss pauling. he's not much for swimming, and he feels responsible for making sure the other mercs don't die (demo) (soldier) (scout)

- he and engineer prepared the picnic. they got up so early and made. so many sandwiches

- will be coerced into volleyball. absolutely fucking dominates and his team wins every match

- actually applies sunscreen like a normal rational person because he burns BAD. medic does his back <3

engineer

- second person in the water when they get there. scout screamed at him while he was running there to join him and he will always cave to scout pressure

- the water is really nice on his joints and swimming helps his back so it's a good time all around for him. i think he is in pain all the time btw

- makes sure everyone eats something and has plenty to drink. papa

- literally keels over laughing at sexy mermaid soldier. it catches him so off guard when he sees it and it makes him lose his shit. he'll think about it a week later and start laughing again. and nobody brought a camera so he only has the mental picture

medic

- swimming is sensory hell for him so he opts out. but he still enjoys the beach because he gets to watch his peers being idiotic

- referees the beach volleyball match. he doesn't know anything about volleyball (neither does anyone else really.) he's just happy to be here

- delights in the shells pyro brings him and he keeps all of them forever. he has a little jar of them in his office

- he and miss pauling had a miscommunication error in the planning and they both brought the same overpacked first aid kit so the team is. doubly prepared

sniper

- swimming very leisurely. i think he is a chronic pain sufferer so he takes it easy but it definitely helps ease some aches

- helps pyro get wet sand for his sandcastles so he doesn't have to keep getting up and down. brings him a couple pails of wet sand at a time and replenishes when needed

- absolutely falls asleep and gets a heinous sunglasses tan line

- absolutely terrible at volleyball but he plays anyways. he's on heavy's team so he gets to gloat even though he barely contributed

spy

- i really love the image of him being at the beach still in full suit. lounging on a beach chair with sunglasses on and a mimosa and one of those sun reflectors

- couldn't be bothered. he does not participate in any activities whatsoever except graciously receiving seashells from pyro (which he does appreciate. they're very pretty)

- might fall asleep a little bit. scout wakes him up to ask him if he should try some move on miss pauling. he tells him absolutely not and immediately falls back asleep

- somehow he doesn't overheat despite being in layers in the sun. magic man

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keep the requests coming :3 love you guys

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 mercs #doe's drabbles (headcanons) #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #doe's drabbles (request) #talhal

[dantomasik]

What Makes the BTAS Joker Different (Better?) Than Other Versions

Definitely not the first one to take a crack at this, but had a little revelation this morning that cracked what makes the Joker we know from Batman: The Animated Series (also Justice League, Justice League: Unlimited, and Batman Beyond) different from other versions of the Joker. Furthermore, I think this might be what makes him so many people's favorite version of the Joker, because I don't know any other versions that do this with him.

The Joker can't take a joke.

We all saw in Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker that Terry tore the clown apart when he started laughing at him, but it goes further than that. In the original animated series, we had episodes where the Joker, on the receiving end of a joke, not only can't play along, but often gets unequivocably furious. One episode featured a nervous, anxiety-ridden guy named Charlie who accidentally rear-ends the Joker, and ends up being coerced into helping with his next crime. The episode ends with Charlie threatening to blow both himself AND the Joker up, letting his legacy be death to a nobody. Joker fully panics and runs to Batman for help, only for Charlie to reveal it was a prank. Batman laughs, the Joker gets grumbly like someone's pissy grandpa at a progressive comedy show. In a crossover episode with Static Shock, after being defeated by the duo, the Joker plays possum and pulls out his Ol' Joy Buzzer gag, thinking he's gotten the Dark Knight for one last prank. Then comes the priceless moment when he realizes he's holding Static's electrified hand, who responds, "That was fun. Let me try!" That is one of the few times we've seen the Joker in a cold sweat as he gets a taste of his own medicine. That expression fully conveys a person discovering their joke isn't as funny as they thought.

However, probably the biggest red flag for this behavior comes to us in the form of Harley Quinn. Harley is devoted to the Joker, always happy to play along with his pranks & schemes, but when she tries going off-script, he never laughs. When Harley tries doing schemes of her own, or when she helps fix one of the Joker's schemes, that is when we see the ugly side of him. That is when we see the Joker not as some gifted comedic performer, but as a controlling & extremely insecure @$$hole who not only has to get the last laugh, but the only laughs. The Joker sees Harley not as his co-star, she is his supporting act. Like an egotistical diva, Joker always has to be the center of attention, his jokes have to be the ones that land, and he loses his sh*t when other people step in his spotlight.

The fact that this aspect of the character only seems to appear in the animated series might have something to do with the fact the show was aimed for kids. In most of the comics and live action films (and even a large portion of grown-up animated films), the Joker always has to be more serious, more sociopathic, more disturbing and deranged. He has to feel like a real threat, a real murdering killer, not just a prankster with a twisted sense of humor. The stakes always have to feel important, and thus resolving them with a laugh feels inappropriate. Furthermore, Batman usually also has to be considerably more serious, much less likely to crack jokes, and almost certainly never settling for defeating the Joker by playing his own game. The Joker always laughs because it always leaves an opening for a surprising return or one last prank later on down the line. He's always gotta be a madman in control. Even when he dies, he usually dies laughing, or at the very least smiling, because that's how he wins. He takes all of the consequences for his mayhem with a toothy grin like he's laughing at a joke only he gets.

That's why his death in Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker felt so final (even as we'd already seen him back in action). Regardless of version, the Joker didn't die with a smile or a laugh. He was caught off-guard, and in keeping with his established character, once things went off-script he couldn't improvise a funny line to save his life. His last words were simply: "That's not funny. That's not…." It's also why Terry's climactic takedown of him is so iconic. He finally realizes what no one else never took advantage of; the Joker can dish it out, but he can't take it. There's a meme that went around the web about how the Joker could never beat Spiderman because he'd do exactly what Terry did to him. Still, it took me this long to realize that the heart of that confrontation was never about Terry belittling the Joker for not understanding that Bruce just doesn't have a sense of humor. Terry figured out that, like many egomaniacs, the Joker was hiding a ridiculous amount of insecurity behind smiles, laughs, and stupid pranks. When you're the only comedy villain act in town, it gives this sense of standing atop the mountain, even if it's only in your head. The moment someone calls you out for standing on top of a cardboard mountain, you're nothing. The Joker may call himself the "Clown Prince of Crime", but he would never acknowledge a "Clown King of Crime", or even a "Clown Squire of Crime". As much as the Joker tells everyone they should laugh more, what he really means is they should laugh when he wants them to, and only then.

Adding that aspect to the character makes him stand out among all the various versions & iterations that have been made. Others have tried upping the gore factor, shocking us with more disturbing acts of violence, or cranking up the trauma factor of his deeds to 11. But none of those really make us feel like we know the Joker better. If anything, they just make him more alien. He stops being a character and just becomes a plot device for inflicting maximum psychological damage. Showing us hints at the insecurity inside make him so much more interesting, because we finally get to see what it looks like when someone gets under his skin.

And truthfully, what could be a better twist for a comedy villain than being unable to laugh at themselves?

#Joker #Batman #batman the animated series #BTAS #animation #Batman Beyond #character analysis #the Joker #dc comics #dcau

[kanmom51]

So I have this cousin who is a BTS army and also homophobic. She hates every gay romantic ship that ever exist in between BTS. She always watch the real content. Every Run BTS, Bon Voyage, Weverse Live etc. When we're tghter we sometimes talk about ship and everytime she express her disdain towards taekookers. She is aware about culties manipulated behavior. She always speak up towards those culties and I kinda admire that. Once we're having this ship talking and she said something that kinda shook me. She said 'I hate Jikook more than taekook'

And I was furious but can't say anything to her cause she doesn't know that I support gay relationship. My family is a strict religious family so it's prohibited you know. So I said why 'you hate their interaction'

Her answer is like this ' There's something between them that I can't pinpoint. It seems like they don't have any boundaries. I can tell even with my eyes closed taekook isn't real not even million years. I always find their interaction cute, brotherly or friendly . But about Jikook I'm not sure what to say. Jm always acted different when he is with Jk and so do Jk. Every member flirt with each other but Jm and Jk when they do that it makes me uncomfortable. Their flirting is suggestive not brotherly at all.' Then she also point out which bestie gift you a private journey then make a video out of it. Then there's ear sucking. Who the hell even do that. 'Comfort my best friend by sucking his ear' even straight couple don't do that.' And she is even more mad when Jm went NYC and didn't post anything, kept it private.

'Why he didn't post anything like he did with other member'

She also told me not to talk about Jm and Jk interaction 😆😆😆

She even went ia after Jk's recent live where he flirt with Jm. She said she need time to think

I hope she come around and support them😭😭😭

@toknowmebetter hi,

I'm actually glad you sent me this ask.

Just goes to show you exactly why big chunks of this fandom are just ignoring Jikook.

It's not about their hate of shipping. Some of them hate the shipping, like your cousin, who sees how demented TKKs are, JK and Tae's bond is friendship and how pushing a queer relationship on them is pure shit.

But, with Jikook it's not the shipping they can't deal with (many claim it is, but that's way easier than admitting otherwise).

With Jikook it's Jikook - JK and JM and what is between them - they just cannot deal with.

These two men are just too much for them to handle. They are too real, as in "this is not a friendship we are seeing here...this is an actual queer relationship...nope, not dealing with that..."

Their bond, their relationship, their flirting, their everything are just too much in their faces.

So they don't want to hear about the ship, but they mainly don't want to hear or see Jikook together. And when Jikook are Jikooking, they are playing the avoidance game.

Her comment about JM's trip to NY, that one caught me a little off guard. Even that. JM travelling to NY and staying private about it, has them off balance. Because once again, it's so damn obvious that JM was there for JK and JK alone, and what they had was theirs and private and just MORE than a bandmate going to support another bandmate. Even that, by now, is obvious to your cousin, and I can only assume many other army.

You know, those that we have been saying for years now that simply choose to ignore JM and JK, their bond, their connection, their chemistry, their love.

This here, is exactly why their friendship isn't even mentioned. Because people have eyes and brains and see that it's sooooo much more than just a strong friendship.

So they ignore.

They don't talk about them.

They don't celebrate JM going to support JK for his solo debut in NY but they celebrate Tae going on stage at Inkigayo.

They talk about JK's lives without mentioning the Jikookery.

They take JK's words and twist them just so they don't have anything to do with JM. And then when he mentions another member it's a full blown party.

They cannot avoid JK mirroring JM's Face concept in his Seven photoshoot, so they either joke about it (JK's lazy stylists) or name call JK (thief, lazy etc.), everything but saying it's intentional and meaningful.

Your cousin there, she's (?) not any different than a big part of this fandom. And yes, it's homophobia driven. And all about the denial.

"If we don't see it or talk about it, then it's not there".

So, when Jikookers say that most of army are TKKs, I don't really agree with that. Yes, there are a lot of TKKs out there. But I think it's less about them being TKKs and more about them unwilling to deal with the fact that 2 members of their favourite band are actually a queer couple. Much of this is homophobia driven, some of it is fear. Of what it actually means for 2 out of 7 to be romantically involved.

And then, for these fans, it's easier to celebrate TKK interactions because they are safe, friendly, NOT QUEER. While Jikook are all but just friendly, and that, to that part of the fandom is like:

#ask

[matts-k1tten]

hiii idk if ur still taking requests but do u think you can write a story abt toxic!chris x reader

based on happier than ever by billie eilish starting about 2:22-4:10

basically he’s just toxic and they were all childhood best friends like lived down the street and her and chris started dating and he just ruins it like on multiple occasions and a party and talks all this shit about reader and doesn’t have sex w other ppl but is like always caught kissing other people and he just ruins it for not only them but also her friendship with nick and matt, but she keeps going back to chris (maybe a possessive smut part based off house of balloons by the weeknd) and reader finally breaks it off and ends up falling in love w matt (maybe?? idk write what u want)

sorry if this doesn’t make sense i really hope it does😭

𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

summary: req!

warnings: smutty, swearing, kissing, cheating, fighting, slighttt angst, mentions of drinking, lemme know if I missed anything.

not proofread

events are all over the place

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(9 years ago)

“C’mon!” Chris whisper yelled. “Don’t wake up Matt and Nick!” Chris whispers again. I giggle quietly and tip toe through the doorway outside with a blanket in my hand. Once Chris and I were outside, we started laughing and running to the near by playground. “You’re gonna drop the snacks Chris slow down!” I giggle and jog next to him. Chris giggles more and holds onto the snacks tighter. Chris and I make it to the park and climb up on the playground and place the blanket we brought down on the surface. Chris drops the snacks and lays on his back on the blanket. I do the same and let out a loud sigh. We talk for a while and laugh. It goes silent for a moment.

We both stare at the stars and hold each other’s hands. Chris starts counting out of nowhere which made me laugh out loud and turn my head to him. “What are you doing?” I giggle and look at the side of his face. Chris stops counting and smiles, not looking at me. “I was counting the stars. Don’t you ever wonder how many stars there are?” Chris whispers. I smile and look away into the night sky. “Yeah, all the time.” I whisper back. “You wanna know something?” Chris whispers again. I turn to him and nod. “What?”

Chris’s smile grows more.

“I love you so much, beyond all the stars in the the whole galaxy. The way they shine remind me of you, the way sparkle remind me of you. You’re a star. You’re my star.” Chris finishes and turns his head to smile at me. I smile genuinely and lay my head on his shoulder and stare up at the stars.

I point to the brightest star I saw and Chris followed my finger. “That star right there, is the one that reminds me of you because-“ I lower my finger. “You’ve always been outgoing and the brightest star of them all.” I smile up at the sky. Chris smiles and squeezes my hand. “You’re the best, my star.” Chris smiles.

I laugh and look up at him. “My star?” I giggle again. “Yea! You remind me of a star and-“ I cut him off. “No! It’s cute it just…caught me off guard. But I love it.” I smile at him. Chris smiles back and turns back to the sky and I do too.

-

(present time)

“Ready?” Chris asks and comes up behind me in the mirror. I nod and smile at him. Chris smiles back and kisses my cheek and walks away.

I think of that moment all the time all those years ago. Chris and I are now 20 years old and started dating about 3 years ago when we found out we both fell in love with each other.

I run over to Chris in the kitchen and pounce on him. Chris laughs and hugs me back. “Someone’s excited!” Chris exclaims and giggles. “Why so excited, my star?” Chris asks. I giggle against his chest. “You know I’ve been waiting for this party for months now! And I love you so much for coming with me!” I shout and squeeze him tighter. Chris laughs and continues to hug me. “Matt and Nick are going to meet us there so we should go now, yeah?” Chris says and pulls away. I nod and we walk out to the car.

We both get in the car and Chris starts driving to the party. We blast music the whole way and about 20 minutes later we arrive to the party.

Chris and I walk in hand in hand but when he spots his friends, he drops my hand and ditches me to go say hi to his friends. I just watch him walk up to his friends and look around the party and see some familiar and some not. I spot Matt and Nick and walk over to them. They spot me walking towards them and smile at me. Nick hops off his chair and leans in to hug me. Matt hugs me after Nick and we all take a seat. “How are you and Chris y/n?” Nick asks and holds his cup up to his mouth and takes a sip. I make a funny face.

“We’re good I guess I mean, he’s still acting weird when we’re around other people but he said he won’t talk to another girl again and I should trust him but I don’t. I don’t know why I keep forgiving him.” I reply. Nick nods and puts down his drink while I look over to Matt who shakes his head and looks down. “Y/n, sometimes you have to confront him about how you feel and can’t keep letting him win.” Matt says and crosses his hands. I nod and look down at the table. “Where is Chris anyway?” Nick asks.

I look up at him. “Oh, he went with his friends when we got here.” I answer. Nick rolls his eyes and picks up his drink. “Of course he is.” Nick mumbles and takes a sip of his drink. I sigh and sit back in my chair. My leg start’s unintentionally bouncing under the table and I start picking at my nails. Matt notices and holds on my hands. “Are you okay?” Matt whispers so that Nick wouldn’t hear. I nod at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile at him and he returns the smile and takes his hand off mine and leans back in his chair.

I look at my hands and put them under the table.

The song changes and it gets me excited and I start dancing in my seat. Nick giggles at me and shakes his head with a smile. “I’m gonna go get Chris, I was dance!” I shout and stand up to go find Chris. I spot Chris where I saw him leave me and walk up behind him and his friends. But I abruptly stop when I hear my name. “Chris are you still with y/n?” Once of Chris’s friends asks. Chris takes a sip of his drink and places it down.

“Yeah, but bro she’s so annoying and clingy and she always stays in bed all day and doesn’t spend time with me.” Chris laughs at the end of his sentence and so does his friends.

ouch.

What he said felt like someone just stabbed my heart. I stand there in disbelief and listen some more. “Why don’t you just get with Talia? She’s hot, she got a nice body and she’s totally into you!” Once of his friends say again. My heart drops hearing that and I just hold onto my chest. “Honestly, maybe.” Chris laughs again and takes a sip of his drink.

My heart stings hearing what Chris just said. But he promised?

I quietly walk away with a heavy heart, back to Nick and Matt. Matt and Nick are having their own conversation when I approach them and slowly sag down in my seat with a hurt look on my face. They both stop talking once they see me sit down. “I thought you were going to dance with Chris?” Nick says with his eyebrows up. I hug my body tight and look at Nick and then the table. “I don’t feel like it anymore.”

Nick looks at Matt and Matt looks at Nick. They both wear a confused face and Matt shakes his head. “Come dance with us” Matt offers his hand out. I look up at Matt and couldn’t help but smile. I look at Nick and he smiles back. I take Matt’s hand and we all get up to go dance. Nick comes up behind me. “Don’t worry about whatever Chris says.” He whispers in my ear and goes next to Matt. I smile at him and start we start to dance.

They know me so well.

-

About 10 minutes of dancing, I start to get tired and think I need to take a break.

I turn to Matt. “Tell Nick I’m gonna take a break!” I yell over the music. Matt nods and turns to Nick while I walk away and back to our table. I plop down with a sigh and grab Nicks cup and take a sip. As I’m holding Nicks cup, I look around the room. It was very spacious and hot now that we’ve been moving around a lot and been around sweaty people. My eyes suddenly stop on something, someone. I try to focus on the person I’m looking at but it was hard because that person had their back turned to me.

The person turns their head around for a moment and looks around. It was Chris.

He doesn’t notice me staring and looks back to the person he’s talking to who’s leaning on the wall in front of him. I lean to the side to get a better look and see a girl, a gorgeous girl. My heart drops to my feet and I identify her as Talia, the girl he was talking about earlier. My face drops as I stare at them. Chris has his hand on the wall behind her and he’s staring down at her. Talia’s hands suddenly sneak around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. My jaw falls to the floor and I just watch them kiss, Chris kissing another girl.

I snap out of my sad little daze and slam Nicks cup on the table and stomp over to Chris. I’m pretty sure you could see the smoke coming out of my ears as my jaw tightens and my knuckles turn white with how hard I’m clenching them. I come up behind Chris making out with Talia and yank them off each other. Chris turns to me, his eyes hooded and dark. It was obvious he was drunk. Talia gives me a disgusted look. “Uh, excuse you bitch!” She yells.

My blood boiled listening to her but I tried to keep my cool. I ignore her and turn to Chris. “What the fuck are you doing?! You said you wouldn’t talk to another girl again!” I scream at him. Chris was about to say something when Talia speaks up first. “Chris doesn’t want you, he wants a real woman like me and you aren’t what he needs!” She yells. I turn to her for a second with an annoying look.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

I breathe in and turn back to Chris. “Don’t ignore me slut!” Talia shouts at me. Slut?!

That was my last straw. I let go of Chris and punched Talia hard on her right cheek. There was a crowd starting to form around us with flashing lights as Chris just watched us. Talia whimpers and looks at me with a stunned face. “You bitch!” She yells and grabs my hair. I grunt and continue to punch her stomach over and over again with everyone around us going “ooo”. She releases her grip on my hair and holds onto her stomach and curses repeatedly at me. I was about to push her when a pair of arms come to stop me.

I turn around to see Matt holding me and Nick dragging Chris away and scolding him. I look back to Talia who’s looking at me with a bloody nose. “Fuck you!” She screams at me. Matt continues to hold me as I try to break free. “Yeah? Learn how to fight and not pull hair then talk to me pussy!” I yell back at her. “That’s enough.” Matt whispers sternly and drags me outside to Nick and Chris.

Once we’re out of the building Matt drags me over to Nick and Chris, they were both standing at my car. Nick was still yelling at Chris about how immature he is and how he needs to be more responsible. Chris just sits on the car hood and looks at the ground. Matt was still holding me as I wiggled in his arms. “Let go of me.” I say to Matt and pull myself away from Matt and run over to Chris. I stand in front of Chris and his eyes trail up to my face. I see his face and the anger comes rushing back again. I slap Chris in the face and start to yell at him with Nick and Matt staring.

“What the fuck was that?! You promised you wouldn’t even talk to another girl ever again and look what you did, you made out with that whore! You also said shit about me that wasn’t true to your fucking friends which made me feel like shit and more insecure than I already am!” I finish and breathe heavy. Chris sits there holding his face and looking down at the ground. There were angry tears streaming down my face when Chris raised his head to look back up at me.

“I-I’m sorry.” Chris whispers and slurs his words. I shake my head and turn my head to the side with my eyes closed. Chris lifts his hand to turn my face. “You know how sorry I am I didn’t mean to, my star.” I shrug his hand off my and stay silent. “Oh c’mon y/n, y’know how much I love you. I won’t do it again, I promise for real this time.” Chris pleads.

Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Don’t give in.

I look back at Chris and he gives me that face. I sigh and shake my head at him. He knew I loved him a lot and he took advantage of that. “Just get your ass in the car Chris, you’re drunk.” I said. Chris nods and hops in the passenger side. I lean on the car and put my hand to my forehead. Nick walks over to me. “You guys gonna be alright on your own?” Nick asks and puts his hand on my shoulder. I look at him and nod then look down again.

“Yeah, we’ll be alright. Thank you guys.” I try to smile at them. They both nod and hug me then walk away. I sigh once they left my vision and turn to look at Chris through the windshield. Chris was knocked out in the car with his head leaning on the window and his mouth parted open. At least he put his seatbelt on.

I shake my head and walk to the drivers side of the car and hop in and start driving.

-

“Chris get up.” I say and help Chris up. Chris groans and stands up and out the car, leaning on me for support. We walk into the house and Chris crashes on the couch. I sigh and leave him there and walk to the kitchen to get some water. I lean on the island and sip on my water. I fix my hair and pull out my phone and look at myself in the camera.

I turn off my phone and shake my head. Why does Chris have to be like this?

Chris comes out of nowhere and comes up behind me to hold my hips and press his pelvis against my ass. I sigh harshly. “What are you doing, Chris?” I question him and look back for a moment. He doesn’t answer my question and instead leans into my ear. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” He whispers in my ear and starts to kiss down my neck and shoulder. “Chris you’re drunk, not right now.” I say and try to shrug him off but he doesn’t get off. He still doesn’t reply and keeps on kissing me. I could feel his hard against my ass as his hands trail up and down my body. I could feel the wetness grow in my panties.

One more time won’t hurt.

Chris groans quietly and leans back and yanks up my dress and rips off my panties. “Chris!” I yell. “Calm down I’ll buy you another one.” Chris grunts and unbuckles his pants. He wastes no time in slamming into me. I let out a loud moan at the sudden movement as he continues to pound me, not even letting me adjust. He was moving at such a fast paste that I couldn’t even comprehend words.

He leans in to my ear again. “You belong to me.”

With his words he suddenly stops deep inside me and slowly pulls out almost all the way letting me feel every inch of him and then slams right back in and continues. All you could hear was the sounds of our skin slapping and our sounds. The lewd sound of our bodies echoed throughout the room. Chris looked down to where a bodies met and moves faster. My moans progressively grew louder the more his tip brushed my cervix. I could feel Chris’s dick twitch which signaled to me that he was close.

“I-I’m close.” I stuttered out.

Chris just grunts and goes faster. It was almost like he was determined to make me finish. The knot in my stomach tightens even more by each thrust and my noises grow louder. I was starting to see stars and specks of white. Chris slams into me hard which triggers my release and I feel myself squirt all over Chris’s lower stomach while he shoots his load deep inside me. Chris falls on my back with heavy breathes, still inside me.

After a few moments he pulls out of me and I could feel the mix of our cum dripping down my leg. Even though Chris was drunk, he still had enough sobriety to grab a cloth and clean up our mess. We finished cleaning up and go upstairs to our shared bedroom to finally sleep. Chris was already knocked out the moment he hit the bed but I was wide awake. I could hear Chris snoring quietly next to me but I couldn’t seem to shut my eyes. The same thing was stuck in my mind.

Leave, this isn’t where you belong. Leave, this isn’t where you belong, Leave, this isn’t where you belong.

My thoughts were right. This wasn’t right. Chris isn’t the one I should be with. So, I did what my thoughts told me to do. I packed everything and left, for good.

-

(2 years later)

“We need you at 9am sharp tomorrow, you hear me?” My manager tells me. I nod at him. “Yes sir.” He nods back at me and looks at the time. “You’re dismissed.” I smile at him and walk out the building when someone crashes into me.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry are you okay?” I ask frantically and look up but my face drops. I immediately recognize that face.

“Matt?!” I scream. He looks at me shocked for a moment but without another word, he pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I laugh into the hug and squeeze him tighter. “Y/n! I can’t believe it’s you-“ He pulls away still holding me. “Where have you been?! You disappeared years ago and I was devastated!” Matt shouts at me. I shake my head at him and smile. “I’m sorry Matt, I wish I would have reached out but I was getting my life together and finally figuring out who I am.” I smile at him. Matt smiles down at me. “I sent you countless texts I was so worried.” Matt admits.

I laugh and look down at our feet then back up at his face. “You got….taller and handsome.” It was true. I was up to Matt’s chest and Matt got more tattoos and had a more defined face shape. Matt laughs and shakes his head. “Thanks! You look amazing!” Matt smiles. “Thanks!” I reply.

We stare at each other for a few minutes just admiring each other. This interaction with Matt felt…different, different than all the other interactions I had with him. I felt something like a switch was just activated and he was what felt like the missing piece all this time. Matt felt so different now. He was something that I felt like I needed.

I clear my throat and speak up. “H-how’s Nick and Chris? I know that I left you guys but I still cared about you guys.” I ask and let go of Matt and wipe my hands on my pants. Matt smiles at me. “Nicks good, he was really sad when you left but he’s doing great now and Chris..let’s just say he wasn’t doing good the first few months you left, he was a crying mess and he moved back in with us and never talked to any of us. But, now he’s doing great. He got himself up and became a better person and he got a new girlfriend, they started dating about a year after you left.” Matt finishes.

My jaw drops a bit and I swear I heard my heart crack a bit.

I look down again and close my eyes. “Who’s Chris’s new girlfriend?” I ask and look back up at Matt. Matt’s face changes a bit. “You’re not gonna like it.” He says. I shake my head side to side. “I’ll be fine, I mean it’s been 2 years Matt.” I laugh nervously. Matt takes in a breathe and looks around before turning back to me. “I-it’s Talia.” Matt replied. My eyes widen a bit but they quickly return to normal when I realize they were bulging out my head for 3 seconds straight.

It goes silent again, neither of us not knowing what to say next.

“Where’s your car? I could walk you there?” Matt suggests. My mouth opens but closes. “It’s in the repair shop right now, something’s wrong with the engine and it’s been in the shop all week so I’ve been ubering around.” I say. Matt opens his mouth and nods in an understanding motion. “I could drive you to mine, saves money.” Matt offers. I shake my head. “I couldn’t.” “It wouldn’t hurt, you could say hi to Nick.” Matt pleads.

I sigh and look down again.

“Alright.”

-

Matt unlocks the front door to their house and lets me in. “It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve been here.” I whisper. Matt laughs lowly and walks up behind me. We walk into the living room and are met with Nick slumped on the couch. Once he hears footsteps he immediately speaks. “Mattttt I’m hungry can we order pizza-“ Nick stops talking once he looks up and sees me standing in front of Matt. “Oh my god.” Nick whispers and stands up and runs to tackle me. I laugh and hug him back.

“Y/n!!” Nick screeched. “Hi Nick!”

Nick squeezes me some more before finally letting go and staring at me. “You look so…different.” Nick says. “Yeah a lot of things changed.” I laugh. “Matt where did you find her?” Nick asks and looks behind me to Matt. “I found this hobo wondering on the street.” Matt laughs out loud. My jaw drops and Nick starts laughing with him. “That is not true! I was walking out of work and bumped into him!” I say and laugh a bit.

There suddenly were footsteps approaching the room and my heart started to race once I heard them. Chris came from around the corner and once he spotted me, I could tell sadness dawned on him. He looked very different. His hair was nicely cut and he also had a nice face shape and he looked way more mature than last time I saw him. We both stared at each other in shock both taking in each other’s views. Chris suddenly lunges at me and squeezes the air out my lungs.

I had no time to comprehend what I was doing. I was hugging Chris back. That was the moment I realized how much I actually missed him. I suddenly felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I blinked repeatedly. I could feel Chris breathing against me as he continues to latch onto me. He held me like I was gonna vanish into thin air. I heard Chris breathing and I could tell that he was holding in tears.

We both pull back and stare at each other.

“Is it really you, y/n?” Chris asks in a broken voice. “Yes Chris, it’s me.” I reply. Chris wipes my tears and stares in my eyes.

“Look y/n, I know how bad I was to you. Once you left I realized my mistakes and it dawned on me so much and after a while I decided to become a better person for you and I’d always ask myself when I’m doing something ‘what would y/n think of this?’ The truth is I loved you, a lot and commitment was scary to me and I just felt like I couldn’t be good to you so I was stupid and ended up hurting you.” Chris ranted.

My face was taken over with shock as I stared at Chris.

“Chris, it’s alright. All I know is that you became a better person and in some weird way, me leaving worked out for you.” I reply and smile at him. He smiles back and laughs a bit.

Chris turns to Nick and Matt behind me. “Why don’t we all hang out?”

-

It was now dark outside and Nick and Matt fell asleep a while ago. I knew I had a shift early in the morning but I didn’t care. I was focused on the movie when Chris taps my left shoulder. “Follow me.” Chris whispers and stands up and grabs the snacks we were eating and a blanket we were using and leads me to the front door. “Take this.” Chris whispers again and hands me the blanket. I smile brightly at him. “What are we doing?” I ask.

Chris holds up a finger to his mouth and shushes me and leads me outside. Chris closes the door behind me and grabs my hand, running down the street. “Chris where are we going?!” I laugh. “You’ll see!” He replies and continues to run. After a few minutes of running, we make it to the playground, the same very playground Chris and I would go late at night all those years ago. I felt like crying when I saw it. “Chris…no you didn’t just bring me here.” I whisper.

Chris giggles shortly and drags me up the structure and to the same spot we’d lay down in and watch the stars together. I lay down the blanket and we both lay on our backs and look up at the night sky. It seemed so beautiful and peaceful tonight.

“So Talia, huh?” I ask. Chris looks at me then back at the sky. “Yeah..she’s a better person now, trust me!” He says. I chuckle and place my hand on my stomach. “Doesn’t this..bring back memories?” I asks Chris and stare up into the never ending darkness. Chris nods from beside me. “Yeah, a lot.” He replies.

“Look at us, we’re two 22 year olds at a playground watching the stars. Who are we?” I laugh and so does Chris. “This is a place that will always be special to us.” Chris speaks. I nod.

It goes silent again.

“Y’know, I used to come here every night after you left and stare into the stars remembering you.” Chris admits. I turn my head to look at Chris but he just stares up. I turn my head back to the sky and point to the brightest star. “Remember what I told you all those years ago?” I lower my finger. Chris nods again. “I remind you of the brightest star because I was always outgoing and the brightest star of them all, how could I ever forget.” Chris repeats my words from ages ago and looks at me. I laugh a bit and close my eyes and listen to the nature.

“I think-“ I pause as Chris looks at me. “I think I like Matt.” I breathe out. Chris sighs and looks back up. I turn my head to him and he shakes his head. “Y/n, you know I’ll support you no matter what. Matt always liked you if you never noticed.” Chris replies. I feel butterflies in my stomach and stare at the stars. “Really?” I turn to Chris. He turns to me and nods and looks back up again. “Even if we aren’t lovers anymore, you’ll always have a special place in my heart that you will always have.” Chris whispers.

I look at him and smile brightly.

“Same goes for you lover boy.” We both laugh and look at the sky again.

“I’ll always love you, my star.”

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a/n: bro i got so carried away while writing this but i think it turned out pretty good!! lemme know what you guys think i know that the events in this story are all over the place i tried to match the req but if it doesn’t, then im sorry. anyway enjoy!!

no taglist this time bc i’m to lazy

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https://www.tumblr.com/wndaswife/745626124960284672/oh-umm-spoiled-princess-wanda-au-where-shes?source=share

OMG

Princess Wanda going as far as to change your schedule so you HAVE to be working in the garden just as she is having lunch outside or something, craving to get a closer look but still hesitant on how to approach you. You figure she does this so she can watch you work because she wants a goof job done and is making sure you don't slack off, unaware of the longing in her gaze because everytime you look at her she looks away and hurriedly busies herself with her duties.

Pietro calls her out on it when he notices that everytime he looks for his sister she is outside and there's always the same gardener working nearby who Wanda can't seem to stop watching. He teases her for it since he has had his fair share of dalliancies with maids and knows all about courtship but Wanda rejects his advice.

Imagine even the guards take notice and Knight Carol and Knight Natasha witness Wanda's poor attempts at conversation and her yearning looks your way everytime you run into each other so maybe they are the ones who make you aware of Wanda's intentions and you don't believe them because when you have spoken with Wanda she easily goes all red of frustration (she's actually flustered) and you don't think she likes you at all, so you believe the guards to be trying to prank you.

Also at first she seems to caught on in her own world to actually make for good conversation but eventually she starts asking you about gardening and that's how she starts bonding with you, while caring for the beautiful flowers and hedges of the castle she learns about you and how life works for commoners, she gets her first taste if freedom and she can't get enough of it (even if it comes with an increase in dirty dresses and muddy shoes)

omggggg u created a whole universe about this i LOVEEE… tbh u have the mind of a fanfic writer

wanda getting easily flustered and blushing and fidgeting and not knowing what else to do when she’s all embarrassed but act stubborn and try to (poorly) take up the role of princess as her parents ordered, so when you make her blush n all she’s so overcome w emotion which isn’t helped when somehow all she can do after that is make you turn away from her

imagine pietro getting annoyed with wanda’s lack of action so he makes “a move” on you, telling wanda he’ll try and make advances on you and wanda’s like “no she won’t like that, you don’t know her like i do, she’s smart and you’re not her type at all and she wouldn’t fall for idiots like you!” so she just watches from afar as pietro converses with you and is extremely confused n a bit hurt when you seem to get along nicely. pietro never flirted with you but instead tried to spur wanda into action, and what she had been watching was just you n him getting along as friends

also say one day wanda asks you about what you were talking about with someone else when she walked in on it, and you mentioned that you were just inviting someone out for drinks and made a joke asking if she was interested in coming. wanda, who’s never really had friends that came naturally and made on her own, took the joke rather seriously and kind of perked up when you asked, replying with a timid but excited, “really??”

so you end up sort of having to take her even though you told her it was a joke at first, because you didn’t want to have issues with the princess. because wanda hasn’t really gone very far from the castle nor do the kinds of places you frequent have people who are very interested in royal life, wanda is able to come with you and some of your friends to a little village tavern :3

#rae responds #anon #princess wanda