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billys-pretty-babe · 1 year

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Pineapple Juice

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Billy reaches for pineapple juice more than he does a can of beer now and as his best friend, you really have to know why.

Warnings : Swearing, oral (m. receiving), Billy gives nicknames (babes, pretty girl, sweet girl), PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE

Word count : 1.3k

A/N : First time writing smut so please if you have constructive criticism, please send it to my inbox :)

Billy opened another can of pineapple juice and took a few sips and made a loud ah-ing sound. "Billy, what is up with the pineapple juice?" He laughed and finished his can, "Makes my cum sweet and I have a hot babe to meet tonight." You rolled your eyes, "How do you know it's sweet?" He raised a brow, "I get compliments on it. Why, wanna try it?" Your heart stopped. "Nah, just messing with you. Seemed like you were contemplating on it though," he said as he laughed and crushed the can before throwing it away.

"Wait, so is cum not sweet?" Billy shook his head, "Have you never sucked cock before?" You laughed and shook your head, "Uh uh, I almost did it once but the guys cancelled." Billy hummed, his shorts tightening around his crotch and he fixed the elastic a little to try and hide it. "Wanna try? Like for real this time? It won't change anything." You went through the consequences through your head. "Is Neil coming home tonight?" Billy shook his head, "Nope." You nodded, "Okay then." Billy nodded and led you to his room.

He shut the door, knowing Nancy would drop her off later on in the day. "Alright, anytime you feel uncomfortable just say no and I'll stop, I promise." You nodded and he locked his door and sat on his bed. "You can sit on my lap," he quietly said and he helped you onto his lap, rubbing your hips gently. "What am I supposed to do?" He laughed, "Wanna kiss? It'll help get you comfortable." You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, holding his shoulders as he held your hips tighter, his lips moving against yours.

Your hands went to his curls and you gently pulled, pulling a moan from his throat and you shivered in his hold. You pulled away and pressed kisees down his neck, occasionally biting him, making him groan and hold you tighter. He took his hands off of your waist and he grabbed the hem of his white muscle shirt and he took it off, tossing it behind him as you trailed kisses down his skin, laying a bite on his pec, making him yelp a little as you both laughed.

You kissed your way down his abs, "Did you shave your happy trail?" He laughed, "Maybe, I don't need my cum on it, gets gross and matted." You nodded and moved down to his floor, getting comfortable as he took off the black gym shorts, leaving him in his boxers, his erection pressing against them, his large thighs on either side of you. "You still okay to do this?" You nodded and he held your jaw, "I need words, babes." You gulped at the name, "Yeah, I'm good." He smiled and nodded and he placed your hands at his boxer band, "Take them off then." You nodded and shuffled on your knees a little and took his boxers off, his cock springing out, a little pre-cum on the tip already.

Billy adjusted his body and gave you one of his pillows, "Put your knees on this, it's better than the floor." You nodded and thanked him and you sat on it. "What do I do?" He chuckled a little, "Are you okay with spitting on your hand or do I need lube?" You shook your head and dropped spit into your hand and you took ahold of him, making him moan at your hold.

"You can grip a little tighter, not much or it'll fall off." You both laughed and you tightened your grip slightly. "Now up and down, twist your wrist a little." You nodded and did what he said, your fist making a slight sloshing sound as you gently jacked him. He moaned, his hands going into fists. "Can I taste?" He nodded, "Yeah pretty girl, just lick the tip."

You nodded and licked the tip quickly, not knowing if you'd like the taste. "Good girl, you listen to me so well." You whined a little and looked up at him, your eyes glossy. "Wanna try and suck?" You nodded and placed the tip in your mouth, "Suck in your cheeks a little and no teeth, don't bite me." You moaned around him to show that you heard him and you did what he said before taking in two inches.

"Fuck," he moaned out, "that's it, that's my good girl." He held the back of your head, not moving you, just for comfort as he let you go at your own pace. Your lip slipped, exposing your teeth and he yelped and you pulled off of him, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to." He took a deep breath and shook his head, "It's okay, it's okay, I promise. I'm not hurt, just took me by surprise." You nodded and he kissed the top of your head, something he did on occasion.

You took his cock back into your mouth and did the same thing as before, moaning against him. He grabbed your hand, making you look up at him and he gave you a soft smile, "Can I do something?" You hummed and he hissed and he put your hand on his balls. "Don't use me like a stress ball, gently massage." You gave him a thumbs up with the hand that was on his base as he gently rolled his sac in your hand, "Fucking shit." Billy wanted to sob because of you. You made him feel better than any of the girls he had been with.

He felt it before you did, the way your throat began to constrict. "In through your nose, babe, breathe in through your nose." You pulled back a little, swiping your tongue over his tip as you tried to control your breathing. "No deep throating, can't do that to you, you're not one of those girls, I care about you."

Why was Billy being sweet with his dick in your mouth?

You wondered to yourself before taking a few inches, making sure to breathe through your nose before pulling off of him and using your hand, your jaw aching slightly. "Fuck, gonna cum." You placed your mouth back on his cock, lapping at the tip as you used your hand on his base and he groaned your name out before your mouth was painted with his cum.

He pulled out of your mouth when he was done and you swallowed, tolerating the taste, noting the slight sweetness. You took both hands from him as he put his thumb on the corner of your lips and gently wiped before placing his thumb at your lips and you gently sucked. "God, you're such a good fucking girl, holy shit." You giggled and he moved his hair.

"Can I return the favor?" You laughed, "Not tonight but I'll remember." He nodded and slipped his shorts on, not caring about his boxers as he caught his breath and he drank some water from his bedside table and held it out to you. "I know your throat is hurting, take some or the rest of it." You nodded and thanked him and drank the rest of the bottle.

"So, how was it?" You laughed, "It was okay I guess," you said jokingly. "Really, um I don't know, I have nothing to compare it to but judging personality wise you were a lot nicer than what they guy would've been." Billy smiled, "Good, I'm glad." You smiled and looked at his chest, "Uh oh, I left marks." He waved you off, "I'm cancelling tonight, don't need to get my dick sucked any more." You both laughed and he opened his arms for you, "I know that might've been overwhelming for you so come here." You laid on his chest and twirled some of his hair around your fingers, lulling yourself into a nap, Billy doing the same.

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anzulvr · 9 months

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Imagine Karma having a bad day and a smart af reader who can see through him instantly catches on and tries to do little things to make him feel better but doesn't do anything direct bc they know that Karma isn't so great with admitting he's upset and he eventually opens up and cuddles up to them and omGHW RKSIAJWWNAOQ

KARMA X READER WHO READS HIM LIKE AN OPEN BOOK

This took like 2 weeks I’m sorry there’s so many requests 😭

Karma has never been the best at hiding how he feels, it never even seems like he tries to as he’s very open and honest about what he thinks.

No one can really read him except for you.

He doesn’t know wether to think of that as a good thing or not. You understand him but is having someone like that something he wants?

He sits down next to you in the morning for first period. He came late and he has this grouchy look on his face, you ask him what’s wrong.

he brushes you off “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

It was obviously something still you didn’t want to be pushy.

The rest of the day you could tell something was weighing on his mind so you made it your life’s (or days) mission to make him feel better.

You spent the rest of the day trying to cheer him up

passing him notes during class, (Korosensei sees you but doesn’t stop you from doing it when he sees Karma smiling while reading them)

Messing with him during your sparring session

“[Name] you sure you want to fight me? I’m not going easy on you.” (He totally will)

“You don’t have too! I’ve been practicing too.”

mid way the fight you realize you overestimated yourself, even with him letting you hit him it was somehow hurting you more.

“[Name] I’ve seen cats that hit harder than yo�� PffttHAHAHA WHY DOES YOU TICKLING ME HURT MORE??”

you realize there was no beating him through sheer will but you did know he was ticklish and that’s a big enough weakness to exploit.

You were also just being extra corny all day just for the sake of it

“This (love) song reminds me of you.”

“[name] that’s so chessy it’s gross.” he says trying to hide the smile creeping up his face

You went to his house to hang out for a while

“Karma, let’s watch [insert really overrated action move]!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to last time.”

“You like it right? I want to watch something you like.”

His heart exploded right then and there. How could someone be so sweet without realizing it

mid way through the movie his spirits seemed raised so you ask.

“Karma do you mind me asking why you were upset today?”

“t’s really nothing I’m surprised you could even tell. No one else said anything.”

“I just pay extra attention to you, they didn’t say anything cause you have resting bitch face”

“Obsessed much?”

“As if! seriously though, what happened?” You had to push further for him to admit anything actually happened

“I just got into a fight with some stupid guy”

“Really? That’s it? You get into fights like everyday.”

“It’s a long story. Him and his friends were talking about you and it really set me off because I’d already had a shitty morning— my parents called to tell me they already made plans to travel to New York after they told me they’d stay here for atleast a month?”

“Oh wow- I’m sorry Karma, I know they promised and everything.”

“Yeah. Uhm sorry— I didn’t mean to unload that much.”

(Sorry??? He says sorry??)

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize, I want to know these things cause I care.”

“Oh. Thanks [name], you’re the only person I’d ever tell these things too.”

“Whys that?”

“I trust you too much, who knows when you’ll blackmail me with this.”

“Blackmail is your thing not mine!”

“Mhm, that’s what a blackmailer would say. Anyways let’s finish the movie the best part is coming up!”

“I was hoping you forgot we were watching that snooze fest.”

“In what world is [super mega overrated action movie] a snooze fest??“

“Do you hear yourself right now..?”

“You don’t see me complaining when you make me watch those romance dramas you like.”

“What are you saying, you never shut up about how unrealistic the scenes are.”

“Cause they ARE— in what world do guys get in car crashes, stay in mid air for 5 minutes and look good while doing it??”

“…in what world does an antihero ninja go around fighting people to save humanity.”

“To be fair we’re trying to kill an alien octopus to save the world from exploding these days.”

“Yeah.. if you asked me a year ago which of these events were most likely to happen I wouldn’t have guessed alien octopus world explosion.”

“Right, to be honest the car accident in true beauty seems fairly realistic in comparis- [Name] LOOK THATS THE SCENE!”

in the end you fell asleep on the floor together when you woke up he complained about how you slept though it. (He fell asleep 5 minutes after you.)

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

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sukiipjs · 1 month

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✮ BLONDIE : PT 2

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

↳ words - 1961

↳ summary - you’ve been having a hard time realizing and accepting the fact that you’re gay, and in love with your best friend. you try to ignore the feelings but that only makes everything worse until you can’t hide it anymore.

↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, angst, crying, verbal fighting, idrk 😭 [READ PT 1 - PT 3]

↳ song - blondie by current joys

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days after and nick hasn’t texted me since. no more random tiktok’s, no more check ins, just complete nothingness now. i don’t blame him of course, i’d do the same if he was being as shitty as me right now. but honestly i miss those texts so so much, even if i rarely responded to him, or more so i miss the texts we had before all this stupid shit started.

but again, i truly don’t even know when it all started, it was so easy to just brush this off these feelings and whatever as a friend thing before and not think of it too much. why can’t it just be a friend thing now?

actually i think ive just accepted it all at this point though. i love him and no it’s not just a friend thing, it’s way more and it always has been way more. sure i might wish it wasn’t, but it is and i know it is and i cant just ignore it.

i’m not even trying to get rid of it anymore, i don’t have the strength for hiding it. honestly i think if i kept trying to get rid of it, it wouldn’t even work. obviously i still won’t tell him, or anyone, unless he pries it out of me. i know he doesn’t feel the same and i doubt he even looks at me as a friend anymore.

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i continue repeating my own sad cycle of doing nothing but staying in bed, hiding myself from the world… without nick. i still check up on his socials, being the weird stalker that i am and looking at all the story’s and snapchats he posted of himself, he looks just fine without me, of course.

i lay in bed, staring at my phone to avoid looking at the mess around my room. i scroll and scroll, starting to see a weird amount of videos of people taking care of themselves or videos of people ‘spring cleaning’.

i scroll away, i really don’t need to see people functioning completely fine right now, it’s like their taunting me, laughing at me. but the videos just keep coming back, haunting me, laughing at me. all i see through my scrolling cycle is random ass dog videos, cleaning and organizing videos, or nick edits… and that’s exactly what i need.

i let out a loud sigh, slightly rolling my eyes then rolling over to my other side, having my blanket wrap around me. i choose to just swipe off the app and throw my phone to the side of me before closing my eyes and just trying to get some sleep. that way those videos, my stupid feelings, and not even nick can haunt my mind anymore.

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my eyes flicker open, the sun shining directly in my face and i finally decide to actually do something good for myself and go out for a walk when the sun and clear weather is still out, it’s been raining almost the whole time i’ve seen dying in my room alone.

i slowly move myself up to sit, leaning my back on the wooden headboard behind me and sitting on some pillows below that cushion me. i stretch out my arms in front of me, yawning and running my fingers through my hair to fix the shaggy mess.

i move myself off my bed, stand up then fixing my off center shirt and trying to flatten out a few wrinkles. i throw the blanket that covered me to the side and decide to just throw the shirt and pants that i wear off me -actually putting them somewhere other than on the floor too- i pick out a clean outfit, already feeling way less gross, it’s the small things that count right.

i walk out my room, not forgetting to grab my phone to come with me before going into my bathroom, splashing my face with water to get me more awake. i run my hands in my hair again, fixing it up with my mirror in front of me so i can actually see what i’m doing before grabbing some actual water giving myself something to drink other than dr pepper.

finally i walk out to go by my door, grabbing a light jacket and pulling it over my arms then putting on my shoes and heading out the door. i start off to go a longer way, turning the corner of the sidewalk. i feel all the small breezes on my skin as i get actual sun and nature.

i continue walking random ways, i just want to be out of the mess that i’ve been living in for so long right now. it actually feels nice to be outside, not sitting in a gross hole of dirty clothes and dishes.

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i walk, making my way around the neighborhood, my eye catching all the small colorful flowers blooming up and all the small brown squirrels scurrying to run up trees as i pass them. i remember all the times me and nick went out, running around the streets when we were younger. not thinking of anything, just being kids living a simple life. i wish it was still that simple.

as i walk, still obviously thinking of nick, i notice the sky above graying and clouds starting to cover up the sun, shit. i start to walk a little faster, hopefully being able to get home before it pours but as soon as i speed up, small water drops start to fall on me.

i grab the end of my jacket to pull it over my head, holding it over me to shield out the rain. the sides of my jacket block my view as i focus on the path i walk to my place.

i look down at my feet walking, trying not to get too wet as the rain pours more and more, bouncing off the sidewalk. suddenly i feel two hands place on me, pushing me back, “the fuck.” i mutter as i look up, gaining my balance on my feet again. “oh” my face softens as i see nick standing in front of me, his blonde hair damp and drops of water falling from his cheek. he stares at me, i can tell he’s mad and obviously i can tell it’s my doing.

“nick-“ he cuts me off quickly, slightly pushing against my shoulders again as i put my jacket down, wearing it normally, my head now getting pelted with rain. “no, i talk. what the fuck y/n. honestly what has been going gone, you’ve completely ignored me for weeks, you keep blowing me off and i don’t fucking know what i did and the only way i can talk to you about this is randomly bumping into you since you won’t even answer my texts?”

“nick-“ i sigh as i try speaking again but he pushes me back once more. his glassy eyes narrow and i see water pooling in them, i can’t tell if it’s rain or tears. “no! you’re my- you’re supposed to be my best friend and this shit isn’t cutting it y/n! just what is it! what is it. what did i do please just talk to me. if you hate me or something just tell me!” he shouts, his fists starting to clench as i wipe the wet hair in my face away.

“nick stop. you- you didn’t do anything i promise, i’m sorry okay” my voice croaks, i can feel the water pooling in my own eyes now. “then what is it! you can’t just block me out, out of no where.” i shake my head, trying to figure out how to say an actual explanation without saying too much. “nick i’m sorry!”

“stop apologizing! i’m not asking for that, i’m asking for an answer, please. i feel like shit and you haven’t even been there, i kept trying to talk and hang out with you but apparently you hate me now and never want to see me again, i get it!” he scoffs, staring me down as his eyes shut, tears dropping as he takes a breath before opening his eyes back up, wiping off the mixture of tears and rain.

“like i said, if you hate me or suddenly don’t want to be my friend, tell me. i truly, truly, don’t understand this shit your pulling and if you won’t talk now then when will we? you’ll just ignore me again so just spit it out now!” nick keeps rambling on and i just stare at him, seeing how hurt i’ve actually made him. i don’t know what to say, i really don’t.

i just want to shut him up, have him realize that it’s my fault and i don’t hate him. i cut him off as he continues to yell at me, “nick!” my voice feels weak as he shouts back, “what!” i stare at him for a moment, seeing those blue eyes i miss, those star earrings, his grown out roots and before i know it my hands go up to his face, pulling him in as our lips press together.

my hands hold him as strands of his hair poke my fingers, our noses slightly brushing against each others. i quickly step back, eyes wide as i realize what i just did, taking my hands back. “i-im sorry“ my breath is short before i turn around, running away from him to get back to the shit hole of comfort i’m living in to avoid what i just confessed.

i swear i hear him try to call my name but i ignore it, i can’t see him. what did i just do. i can’t even process any of this.

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i finally reach my place again and i swiftly open my door and walk inside, standing as raindrops slide off of me, creating a small puddle on the floor below. i shake off my hair a little, flicking the water droplets off of me. i take off my jacket, putting it on a hook to let it dry as i take off my shoes too, leaving them by the door.

i wipe my face off with the palms of my hands, wiping off many of my tears that still fall. i walk over to my fridge, getting out another dr pepper then walking over to my couch, slumping down into it as i set my can down and wrap a blanket around myself to warm me up again.

i slowly slide to the side, laying myself down on the cushions. why the actual fuck would i kiss him? what that really the best thing i could do? he already hated me, i did not have to make it worse. i ponder in my head, genuinely trying to find a valid reason of why i just kissed my best friend that hates me. oh. my. god. i’ve ruined my life -not like it was already ruined- i’m never coming back from this.

i stare at the unopened dr pepper sitting on my coffee table, i try making myself reach for it but my arms don’t want to leave the warmth of the blanket i’m huddled in. i hear my phone buzz next to the dr pepper on, i also cannot seem to have my arm reach out to see who’s calling, i hope it’s not who i think but why would he even call me?

rain pelts out on my window, water sliding down the cold glass of it as i lay holding my blanket close to me, pulling the blanket over my eyes as they close, resting as i try forget about my phone continuously buzzing and the drink still on my table.

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 3 months

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Pairing: Zelgius x Reader

Prompt: The summoner is in really bad depression slump; Zelgius tries to offer his help.

Description: You didn't want to talk to anyone-- let alone be seen by them. But when someone begins to knock incessantly at your door, you're left with no choice but to open it for them.

Rating: sfw

Conant Warning: Depression (talk of, depictions of, the whole fic is about it really), some mild self deprecation. Ask to tag

Word Count: 1399

Notes: Hi, this is a repost! I reread the original. and it was bad. even though I claimed to have already edited it. Gross. But, this was originally one of the first fics I posted to this blog, so I hope you enjoy this updated version of it <3

There was an incessant knocking at the door. It rang, loud and clear through your empty chambers. You let out a small groan, turning towards the door to give it a dirty look. “I already told you, please leave me alone.” You didn’t care to know who was at the door; your bets were on Sharena, or perhaps even Anna (you would loathe to see Alfonse there) but no matter who it was, you didn’t want to see them.

Whoever it was, they were wasting their time anyways. You weren’t worth the effort, and certainly, not worth their time or kindness. Given how things were around here, something urgent would push you out of inaction soon enough anyways...

Still, the knocking on your door remain. Polite, but firm. Whoever was there wasn’t going away with one halfhearted call, it seemed. You merely pull the comforter of your bed up closer, frowning now at the door as you consider all the mistakes and failures, made in the Order’s name. They deserved a better Summoner, a better tactician… Someone who could actually live up to the title of ‘Legendary Summoner.’ Despite your thoughts, though, the knocking remains, though perhaps a little louder. The hard rapts hitting your door making you sit up.

“Please, just go away. Don’t you understand the meaning of ‘alone’?” You call out again, rolling out of bed to finally answer the door. Your clothes were rumpled and your hair surely a mess from staying in bed far too long, but maybe if whoever was at the door saw the bags under your eyes they would reconsider bothering you. If they even spoke when you opened the door, considered they hadn’t even bothered to name themselves as they knocked.

At the next pause in the knocking, you answer the door.

“Zelgius...” Before him, you felt small. Your face with his armor, kept in perfect condition, only to look to his features-- put together and stern, but with obvious worry as he takes you in. You probably look as much the mess as you feel. You suddenly feel a little naked, despite being somewhat dressed. You don’t think he had ever seen you without your cloak. “What uh, what brings you here? Is it urgent?” You awkwardly look away from his perfect, pretty face, looking back to your darkend room, to the glowing shape of Breidablik on your desk.

“Summoner…” Your title leaves him in a small breath. Even Zelgius, known to hide his emotions rather well, can’t hide his shock at seeing you like this. “Commander Anna… along with Alfonse, and Sharena, have said you refuse to leave your chambers. Why?” At least he was candid, carefully taking in your pitiful form and surely trying to figure the best way to approach this.

“You know why.” You speak softly, still refusing to look his way. It’s not like he didn’t know. Not like it wasn’t the Order of Hero’s favorite rumor. Slowly, you opened the door wider to allow him in. If he wanted to try and help you, then he could try. Your problems could be his for a few minutes if he truly wanted.

“… You know I'm not used to this sort of thing.” He begins, entering into your dark room, having to duck under your door frame. The first thing he does is open the drawn curtains to let the light in, an action that has your turning away.

“I know.” You answer with a small groan, rubbing your tired eyes to try and get use to the sudden light. “I am curious, though,” You look his way as your eyes finally adjust. “What made you… want to do this yourself? There are plenty of heroes who are probably better at comforting people than you.” You also aren’t sure you want him to be the one to do this. He was a general, after all. Not really known for being kind…

“I’m aware.” Zelgius remains quiet a moment, watching you intently. You swear you can hear the cogs turning in his mind. “But.. I do not think they care as much as I do.” His answer shocks you, enough so that you find your mouth opening a little. It’s not as if you thought he hated you, more so that you thought you were rather… on neutral terms with him. That he cared, so much so to admit it to you and come down to try and get you out of this depressed stupor, brings a sort of warmth to you that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Well, its kind of you to take time out of your day to check on me, but really I’d rather deal with this myself.” You turn away from him, and his kindness. “I’d rather people not know I can get like this, in fact.” You add, sitting back on your bed and grabbing at your blanket. Zelgius takes the seat at your desk, pulling it out to face you. You didn’t know how to feel, seeing him sit down and watch your, waiting for you to finish. That he wanted to be here, even when you were still trying to push him away. “I can’t bare to think what everyone would think of me, seeing how I fail them… how I let my depression, just, take over and…” You shake your head, not willing to finish that thought and sighing instead.

“It is a disability, is it not?” Zelgius’s voice calls your attention. “Not quite like a broken arm or bleeding wound but… debilitating all the same. Should you not take the steps to take care of it like one would any physical ailment?” His question is simple, as if it were obvious. Perhaps to him, it was. Still, the thought causes you to pause and consider it a moment.

“I understand where you’re coming from, but I…” You grow quiet as you see a frown cross his features.

“It’s not a burden to rely on others.” His voice, his deep timbre, takes on a soft tone. “Your allies and friends have your back. And I,” He pauses, taking a deep breath. His vibrant green eyes close, only to open and focus on you with a renewed vigor. “I want to be there to support you as well. Tell me how I can help you through this.” Your heart can’t help but pick up at his words, embarrassment flooding through you as you see how sincere he is.

“Zelgius...” You pause, unsure if you should let on just how touched you are. How much it meant to you that he was doing this. “Honestly… I don’t really know what will help me.” You admit softly, finding it hard to look to his face. “But, it means a lot hearing how much you care!” Your next words come out rushed and loud as you see his features fall a moment. Still flustered, you continue. “That you’re trying to help at all, and that your here with me now.” Your turn to take a deep breath, to offer a smile that probably hasn’t genuinely met your lips in a few weeks.

“If you don’t mind and if its not a big deal…” You feel shy all the sudden, like a school girl with a crush. “But if you’re willing to just stay and listen to me? That could be nice….” You trail off, trying your best to read the look on his face. It could be nice, to have some to shoulder your burdens with. To maybe for once, let someone in.

“It would be by my honor to do so, Summoner.” His answer is quick, and certain, causing your heartbeat to pick up once more. He holds a gentle, armored hand to his chest and smiles, just for you. “Whatever you need of me, it is my pleasure to help you.”

“Zelgius…” You can’t help but speak his name, smile reaching your lips as tears prick your eyes. “Thank you. For everything.” You wish you had the courage to tell him how much this really meant to you. But for now, this would have to do. Maybe sometime soon, when you were feeling more yourself (with his help, no less), you would be able to find the right words to say. But in this precious moment, where you can’t help but smile, that will have to suffice.

#zelgius x reader #zelgius x summoner #feh x reader #fire emblem heroes #fe zelgius x reader #fe por #fe rd

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ilovecupcakesandtea · 1 month

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Chapter one Chapter four My master list

Title: Chapter three

Word Count: 1397

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

A week later saw Eddie and Chrissy in her garage moving boxes around and laying a huge blanket over a couch to make the space bigger and more comfortable. Both of them had brought their own amps and set them up too. They had even found an old mini fridge and stocked it with chocolate, cans of soda, and bottles of water ready for practice.

"Hey bunny" Robin greeted Chrissy with a kiss as soon as she stepped into the garage later that evening,

"Stop being so gross and put each other down." Eddie grumbled at the pair.

"No need to be so homophobic, Munson" came the response of Steve as he also walked to the garage.

"Yes, me, a bit of a whore in the local gay scene, homophobic, that checks out." Eddie rolled his eyes before he walked away and picked his guitar up and made sure it was in tune.

"Chrissy, where did you want me to set this up?" Steve asked Chrissy, pointing down at the big bag he had brought in with him.

"Towards the back, kind of centre if you want, makes the most sense," Chrissy answered, pointing at a vague space towards the middle of the garage.

“So Robin, this is the first time we’ve properly spoken since you started dating my little Chrissy, she won’t tell me so I know it’s got to be embarrassing, how did you and Chrissy get talking enough for you to end up together a few weeks later.” Eddie quizzed, noting Chrissy blushing out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, there’s not really a lot to tell to be honest, she sat next to me on the bus, asked me what I was listening to, I said The Clash, she said she loves them, we listened together and then switched between our styles of music” Robin shrugged as Chrissy got redder and redder.

“Fuck off did she, what a lying little bitch. Christina Cunningham, why would you tell such a lie? You hate The Clash, always have .” Eddie cackled, turning to look at Chrissy who was bright red and trying to hide behind her hair.

“I just wanted to listen to music with the cute girl from band, ok? so sue me.” She replied, sighing, his reaction was exactly why she hadn’t told Eddie the full story when he asked weeks ago. “Can we just play something now please?”

Five minutes later and the band was ready to start playing together. Steve sat behind his drums and everyone else picked up their instruments.

"Chrissy, you want to start a beat on the bass? Steve, try not to sound like shit ok, we all know punk drums are a mess and don't hold a rhythm." Eddie said, getting himself comfortable with his guitar.

Chrissy started with a beat that Steve apparently knew the drums to, and soon enough Eddie was leaning into the mic and singing.

"I sit around and watch the tube But nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all the same old shit In a house with unlocked doors and I'm fuckin' lazy" Eddie sang as he started to play the guitar with it.

"Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like shit" Robin joined in the singing and playing her own guitar with him.

The four of them played the whole song and didn't miss a beat, ending with all four of them laughing.

Steve and Eddie caught each other's eyes and stopped laughing straight away.

"I guess for a couple punks you two can play well enough" Eddie sniffed, putting his guitar down and heading to the mini-fridge.

"The fuck is your problem, Munson?" Steve asked defensively.

"I just don't want us sounding just like noise, bad noise at that when we play." Eddie replied, whilst drinking his water.

"So what? All punk is just bad noise to you?" Steve questioned, standing up from his drums clearly unimpressed.

"Yeah, it is. Just bad drums, bad guitar, bad vocals. I guess it’s good that most punk songs are really short." Eddie shrugged.

"Fuck you, punk is more than the music, more than the drums, guitar, and vocals. It's about the people, the lyrics, the message behind the songs." Steve seethed, moving towards Eddie.

"Oh yeah, because metal isn't political at all?" Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's really not," Steve responded, clearly pissed off at the other brunette.

"Alright princess, sit down and let me play a few songs for you that show you that a song can be both political and actually good." Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone.

"No, enough of this dick-measuring contest, ok. Either shut the fuck up so we can continue to play or take this tension to a bedroom, giving you 5 seconds to decide." Chrissy said loudly, pointing between the two of them.

"Chris, baby, we both know they aren't going to fuck just yet. They need to pretend to hate each other first before it happens" Robin laughed.

Both boys stepped away from each other. Eddie drank more of his water and Steve went to grab his own, throwing one to Robin who caught it without looking.

"I'm down to play more if Munson can stop being a bitch and play something that isn't just loud guitar and screaming." Steve shrugged, sitting down behind the drums again.

"I give it 3 weeks before they're fucking" Robin giggled, earning her a death glare from Steve.

“Well that was fun,” Robin said sitting in the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “It was really nice to spend more time with Chrissy. I still haven’t asked her to be my girlfriend by the way. Do you think she’ll say yes? I’m not sure she wants that.” she continued to ramble.

“It was something, I really hope he gets that stick out of his ass before next practice, I can't be bothered with that each time. But yes, she will say yes if you ask her out.” Steve said, sounding exasperated.

“You just want the stick out of his ass so you can stick…”

“You can walk home if you finish that sentence,” Steve interrupted her.

Robin laughed, buckled her belt, and sat back in her seat. Steve sighed, started the car, and drove her home. Neither of them talked about how right she was.

“Eddie, can you play nicely with Steve next time we have practice? I’d really like this band thing to work, ok? Even if it doesn't really go anywhere I want to have fun and enjoy this.” Chrissy pleaded.

“Fine I’ll play with the punk jock so you can have fun with your girlfriend” Eddie replied dodging a half-empty bottle Chrissy threw at him before falling over dramatically. “Tell my mother I love her,” he said, throwing himself to the ground clutching his arm.

“Lord help me” Chrissy laughed.

The following week after the first practice found them all sat around in Chrissy’s garage talking about the band and the music they should play.

“We write enough songs between us, we could just do original stuff. I will say this isn't bad, Munson” Steve commented, reading through Eddie’s finished songs and notes for other songs.

“Approval from Harrington, just what I've always wanted” Eddie replied, rolling his eyes.

“Eddie for fuck’s sake, that's enough. He was being nice and you were a peanut head! That wasn't nice at all.” Chrissy snapped, punching his arm lightly.

“Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry” Eddie mumbled in the direction of Steve.

“Shall we talk about band names?” Robin put in, trying to change the subject.

“ My list for names so far is this,” Eddie said, turning to a page in his notebook and turning it so everyone could read.

Corroded Coffin

Be My Coffin

Your Coffin

Six Feet Under

Corroding My Coffin

Distort Mission

“They all suck to various degrees” Chrissy replied, pushing the notebook back towards Eddie.

The four of them sat around for another 20 minutes or so discussing band names before Robin finally suggested The Spitfires.

“Yes, I love it,” Chrissy said excitedly.

“Of course you love the only one Robin suggests” Steve commented, rolling his eyes, earning him a laugh from Eddie.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #stranger things fanfiction #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #stranger things reverse big bang #tw alcohol #tw smut #smut

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zuppizup · 1 year

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Little Moments 3.0

Previous ficlet

She whimpers, struggling to keep control of her anxiety. Another rolling wave, the boat listing frighteningly to the side, then suddenly correcting. Gasping, she clutches at the rough wood of the hull, pushing backward to try and stop herself sliding around. She glimpses at the churning ocean as the ship corrects, the water almost black and terrifyingly opaque.

“How you feeling?”

Looking up, she finds Callum wincing at her from the top of the stairs. He’s holding on tight too but not with the white knuckle desperation she’s utilising in a vain bid to remain in place.

“Oh you know…” She closes her eyes as the boat pitches and heaves again, her stomach following suit. “Living the dream.”

He snorts softly, sitting on the lower steps beside her. “It’s a pity Zubeia couldn’t fly us across.”

“Who’d had thought being Queen of Xadia would make you busy, eh?” Leaning her head back against the hull, she smiles softly at him, appreciating his attempts at distraction.

It reminds her of their first boat trip together. Back when they barely knew each other. He’d tried to comfort her then too. Looking back, she now knows that was the beginning of the stirring of feelings for him.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she developed a crush on him, but as he watches her now, his concern once again obvious she feels the familiar flutters, despite the increasingly distracting sea sickness.

And she feels another wave of nausea that has nothing to do with the pitching ship. This sickness is mixed with shame and the bitter sting of regret. It’s been a familiar companion of hers these past two years. A physical manifestation of the guilt for lying to him, for staying away for so long... returning with nothing but empty hands.

“Yeah.” His eyes wander around the ship and she assumes he’s getting ready to move on.

She tries not to take it personally. She’s not exactly great company right now and while things are getting steadily less weird between them, he still hasn’t really being seeking her out during their infrequent down time.

And, for once, she thinks she'd prefer he left her alone. She’s not exactly excited at the idea of him seeing her throw up, as petty as that feels.

Sighing, she wipes her brow. “Zubeia should really take a leaf out of Ez’s book. Go on more adventures.” She leaves her comments closed. Allowing him to nod and continue on his way to wherever he was going when he happened upon the pathetic mess she is, hiding from everyone else.

Callum laughs quietly at her and her stomach does a flip that has nothing to do with the rocking ship... and then it lurches in a way that has everything to do with it. Scrambling, she gets to her feet, heaving over the side.

She cringes with embarrassment, wishing so much Callum wasn’t here to see her like this. The salty breeze whips around her, and coupled with her violent retching, her hair comes loose of her bun, adding to her discomfort. She attempts to catch the hair swirling around her face, but the boat pitches again and she grabs the rail to stop herself from falling over board.

Before she can react, Callum is by her side. He gathers her hair, pulling it back from her face. She glances at him briefly, then turns back to the side as her stomach lurches again. It takes a few minutes for her nausea to subside and Callum holds her hair the entire time. His other hand is rubbing gentle circles across her back, giving her butterflies in her stomach that are really not helping with how unsteady she feels.

Yet she has no intention to ask him to stop.

After a few minutes, she takes a deep breath, glancing at him to indicate she’s ready to sit down.

Gently, Callum lets her hair go, stepping back a little. “You okay?”

She pouts, slumping down the side and rubbing her hands over her face. “I guess.” Looking at him from between her fingers, she sighs. “Sorry. I know it’s gross. You don’t need to hang around. I’ll be okay.”

Callum shrugs, sitting beside her this time. “You want water or anything?”

“I’ve got some.” She pulls her water skin from beside her and takes a small sip.

“When did you last eat?”

She turns up her nose, the idea of food almost enough to turn her stomach again. “I’m okay.”

“You should have something.” He insists. “Here.” He pulls a piece of fruit from his backpack and offers it to her.

“I can’t.” She can barely look at it, the very thought of food almost enough to set her off again.

Callum begins to peal the fruit, and she finds herself watching him, not having anything else to do. He selects a segment and draws a rune on it, then whispers a trigger word. “Aspiro Frigis.” Exhaling quickly and sharply on the segment, he inspects it for a moment, then presents it to her. “Try it.” He insists when she grimaces at his offering.

She frowns, really not wanting anything but not wanting to disappoint him. Taking the frozen fruit from him she reluctantly pops it in her mouth, sighing a moment later. It does feel good. Icy cold and subtly flavoured. Soothing on her upset stomach. “Oh.” She sighs, leaning her head back against the ship.

Callum flushes a little, continuing to peal the fruit. “Soren had some bad cheese at the mid-summer festival last year. This was the only thing that got him through it.”

“Gross.” She snorts, continuing to suck on the piece of fruit.

“Yeah, I wasn’t quite this excited to nurse him.” He says seemingly without thinking but appears to realise what he said a moment later when his cheeks go bright red.

She feels herself flush too, heart skipping a beat at the prospect he wants to help her feel better, even though she’s disgusting and throwing up. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she sucks on the frozen fruit, relaxing a little despite the constantly shifting boat.

“Thanks Callum.” She smiles at him, hoping she doesn’t look as awful as she feels.

He smiles softly at her, nodding in acknowledgement. “No problem, Rayla.”

Continued: Little Moments 4.0

Also on AO3: Little Moments 3.0

#rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayla #callum #rayla x callum #callum x ralya #the dragon prince #tdp #the dragon prince fanfic #zuppi fanfic #fic: little moments #tdp fanfic #tw: emetophobia #mild reference to sea sickness/nausea

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bunny-atsunset · 1 year

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hello, this may be a bit...odd...but can I request a Leona x afab bunny reader NSFW scenario of him comforting them while they are on their period? Maybe they are a bit embarrassed about it and need some...uh loving. thank youuuu🐇

[Leona x GN afab Bunny!Reader on their Period] N S F W

Content Warning: 18+, Periods, Blood, Breast Play, Penetration, Creampie, Reader is afab but GN, 2k A/N: I tried my best! It got a little longer than I intended but I hope you enjoy bunny anon!

You had been feeling bloated and achy all day as fresh rain pitter-pattered against your window. After classes, you went straight to your bed. As you lay on your side you burrowed yourself in blankets and surrounded yourself with pillows and your small collection of plushies, mostly gifts from friends. Honestly, you didn’t really have any …accommodations, and going out in the rain just didn’t seem worth it. You weren’t even sure if the school store would have what you needed. So, you chose to sacrifice a pair of your old underwear instead.

“Hnggggg.” You hugged your chubby orange lion plush to your chest, it was the one Leona had won for you at one of the festivals on Sage’s Island. You were a bit surprised he even bothered that night, but it made you laugh right? At that, he told you it was worth it. Curling up into a ball, you lamented the higher powers, the medicine you took earlier not quite enough to take all the pain that pulsed in your abdomen.

You were so distracted by all this that you hadn’t even heard the creak of your bedroom door until it was too late. This made you gasp, sitting up from your sleepy trance, and tossing the blanket off. Your soft bunny ears flicked up in alertness, and your nose twitched at the new familiar smell.

“Bun?” It was none other than your grumpy lion, he closed the door behind him before laying his head back against the wall, his brown ears flicking toward you. Leona was a beastman and there was no way he didn't know. “L-Leona! W-what the hell are you doing here?” Your face flushed at your vulnerable state as you pressed the chubby lion plush further onto your lap, hiding your shame and the fact you weren't wearing pants.

He chuckled a little, wondering why you were bothering to be so coy about it and try to hide from him. Nothing really phased your logical mate and he seemed to ignore your panic. “You alright, Bun? I saw how you…scurried off after your last class.” He retorted nonchalantly. So, he wanted to make sure you were okay. “Ya barely touched your food today too… Not like my bun to not have a big appetite.” He grinned cheekily, lifting his hand in the air.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine! I just don’t feel good, Lion.” You rolled your eyes at him, a bit of whine in your voice, waving him off. “Go away!” You scowled, choking the neck of your poor plush when your eyes widened. You felt it, a bit of wetness between your legs, staining your inner thighs and pooling onto your clean sheets. “Oh, no-” You stood up, looking down at the mess you made.

“Dammit-!” You turned and balled up your old thrifted sheets in your fists, eyes burning. You knew it was gonna stain no matter if you dealt with it now or later, and you didn’t have the funds to replace them right now. You felt a bit silly but held it together, laying your pouting face on the head of your lion plushie as you plopped back down defeatedly. “...Why are you still here? Just take a picture, it will last longer…” You poked your lips at him, large ears laying flat over the top of your head. This was a telltale sign you were not to be trifled with.

Leona chuckled a bit as he sat down next to you, much to your dismay. “My poor bun…” His voice was dripping in his usual condescension, but you could sense that he at least meant it. “Eh, don’t worry about the sheets…how ‘bout I just get ya a new set, hm?” He shrugged, but still kept that irritating smugness to his tone.

“Hmph.” You pouted, lifting your nose in the air, your fluffy tail twitching indignantly behind you. “That’s not the point. I just feel…gross.” You emphasized to him, pulling your oversized shirt over your knees, and tugging at one of the ears of the fuzzy stuffed animal in your lap. The toy was currently taking the brunt of your irritation toward your partner. It was quiet for a bit as you mustered the energy to get up and go clean yourself when Leona made a sound in his throat.

The lion sighed at your dramatics, rolling his eyes, “Awe, well don't.” His voice lowered, and he lounged back across the foot of your small bed. “Is a perfectly natural thing. Don’t bother me any.” The lion’s lids lowered over his green eyes. “...What can I do to make my bun feel better?” A small smile etched on his face and he cocked his head back to watch you closely. “Hm?”

It was more of a pondering than a question, but you answered him anyway. “I don't know.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. You knew you were being way more childish than usual, but you had earned it in your eyes. Another cramp came up to bite you in the ass causing you to slump forward. “Ughhh.” You clawed at your midsection miserably, waiting for it to pass.

“Hmm,” He muttered thoughtfully, a small wrinkle in his brow as he watched his poor mate suffer. The lion got that look in his eyes like when he played chess; he was thinking of all the options and was gonna solve your problem for you. “Well… maybe there's a way ‘ta…counteract the pain.”

“Huh?” You swallowed at the sudden gleam in his emerald eyes. He got up in one fluid movement and came before you, slipping your plushie from your arms, and tossing it aside. ”How about…the real thing instead?” He smirked, coming toward you and bumping his forehead against yours.

“What?” You snorted.”You jealous, Lion?” You teased him and lifted your brows as he crawled over you, causing you to fall back onto the soft bed. Almost immediately he was at your neck, one of his favorite places, moving your stray hairs out of the way and kissing the soft skin there. “Mmm, maybe.” He confessed near your ear, his warm breath causing you to shiver. Your heart began to race at his sudden gentleness, you didn’t feel particularly attractive right now: bloated, in your old shirt. Still, he looked at you like you were royalty.

“Can I…see, Bunny?” He asked, knowing just how to lower his tone to get on your good side. “Huh? Right now?” Your ears shot up and you curled up your nose at him. “B-but I haven’t got a chance to clean up…” Your cheeks tingled when he only nodded again. You guessed you didn’t see the harm, sliding up your oversized nightshirt to reveal your stained underwear to him, as well as the spot below you on the sheets. “I’m so stupid...” You breathed, holding up your top. “I should have known it was coming and saved some money for-”

Leona hissed as he brought fingers over your sides, petting your love handles. “Hey, you ain’t stupid.” He began nudging up your shirt even more, taking a peek at the bottom of your chest. “C’mon don’t tease your Lion now...I wanna see more of you,” He whispered, and after you nodded he rolled the fabric up to free your bare and swollen breasts.

Your breath caught as his hands wandered upward over your soft skin, rubbing your belly, the lion’s kneading taking the edge off your pain. You bit your lip at the way he looked over your half-naked body in pure rapture, tongue flicking against his lip a few times. “Perfect…” He shifted so he laid between your open legs, chin pressed into your lower belly. You had to admit, the pressure and extra heat over top of you felt…nice.

The man had no fear of getting anything on him as he laid his face over your tummy, rubbing his hot cheek against you. “Mmm, so soft.” He purred in his deep voice, laying a few licks on your midsection before he moved up, and began to lap at one side of your chest, one of his hands cupping the other.

You mewled softly, bunny ears lowering over your shoulders as he played with you shamelessly. He brought the mound of flesh to his lips, calmly watching your reactions to his tongue. “Feel good?” He shuddered and stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, wetting it with his drool before running the fingertip across the top of your nipple. The touch was so light, edging you closer with each move, your underwear soaking with your wetness now too. Damn him.

“Y-yes…” You moaned softly, arching your back into his touch as he fondled your nipple with his fingertips, still using his tongue to tease at the other. “Good.” His tail whipped behind him in satisfaction, glancing up at you with lusty eyes as your legs trembled around him. Your breaths quickened, the rain still beating relentlessly against your window, building in intensity as you gripped the sheets below you.

“Awe…so cute.” He pressed his fangs hard into his bottom lip, following each of your movements with his lazy cat eyes as he laid back to admire his bunny. He licked his other fingers too, wetting them so he could use his index fingers to work the peaks of both your breasts. You whined and wiggled under him, his erection throbbing against his uniform pants. You knew he loved to tease you, like a kitten playing with a new toy, delighting in finding all new ways to make you come.

You began to buck your hips against him for some relief as he got the message that he was doing well and his plan was working. A wry laugh rumbled in his chest. “There's my needy bunny. All wound up as usual.” He sighed and gave you a bit of a break, rubbing the entirety of your sore breasts with his palms.

But you whined when he stopped, his dark hair splayed all over you. You growled at him, how dare he when you were so close. He seemed to catch wind of your apparent irritation and only laughed at you some more. Reaching down, he pinched your flushed face, craning down to lay a small kiss on you, muttering into the heated skin.

You lurched up and bit his cheek hard in response, sinking your teeth into him to show him you weren’t pleased with how he was acting. His eyes widened as he jumped back, but after a moment his expression shifted. Leona’s emerald eyes glazed over with pleasure, his tongue falling from his mouth. Fuck. His heart was going to explode at how damn cute you were.

“Hm, impatient, are we?” He sighed facetiously. “Very well.” He grabbed onto the discarded lion plushie to his left, replacing it where he just was in your arms, before flipping you over onto your belly. “Hey!” Your tail wiggled in response and you huffed at him getting the better of you. He was…lucky you didn't feel so good.

“...I know what you really want, bun.” He licked his lips, before he adjusted your plump ass, grabbing onto the meat of your sides firmly and using your plushie to prop you up to the right height. “...I got something else for you if you are gonna be so…disagreeable.” He grit his teeth as he yanked down your bloody underwear to your ankles. “It’s a shame…your lion wanted to play with his bunny some more.”

You felt drool pull in your mouth at this new position: ass up, legs dangling off the bed, your tiptoes propped up on the floor. Squeezing the plushie under your chest in anticipation, you knew exactly what was coming next as you heard him fumbling with his belt buckle behind you. “Steady now, Bunny.” A few sounds of pleasure rumbled from him before he slapped you hard across your backside, bringing redness to the surface of your skin. He laughed when you huffed at his spank, arching your back perfectly for him now.

“Mmm.” Leona bent down to give your sore cheeks a little lick in apology before you felt him slide his throbbing cock inside you, mounting you on the side of your bed. He growled as his ears lowered in defeat to you, his pants and underwear falling completely around his ankles. “Better brat?” He sneered, hovering somewhere over your ear, resenting the chokehold his you held over him.

“Mmph-!” You cried in relief, muffled against your stuffed animal, drool dripping from your mouth onto the toy’s indifferent face. The length of his cock filling you up caused your whole body to relax, releasing some of the uncomfortable pressure in your lower back. “Mmhm, yes, yes.” You sighed, squeezing yourself contently around him, looking up at your other plushies lined up against the window sill. Your lion only chuckled triumphantly, coming closer and propping one of his knees on the bed, reaching around until he found your clit, caressing it with the side of his thumb.

”Yes-!” You whimpered out again, biting down on the plushie in your arms as Leona pleasured you with his fingers and cock at the same time. Your legs shook, barely able to stand as he fucked you slow and hard, just how he knew you liked. With each stroke, the tip of his dick massaged your sweet spot, tossing your whole body against your pillows, and knocking down a few of your plush friends in the throes.

Truth was, he didn’t care about the mess you two were creating, or who heard. In fact, he never minded when your quality time together got a little messy. Leona was only focused on one thing. “C’mon. You can do it, Bunny.” He praised you, pressing a few fingers from his free hand into your lower back, adding even more pressure behind his thrusts, causing you to claw at the sheets. “Ooo, I feel it comin’…” The lion mused as you tightened around him, his pre-cum leaking freely into you as he watched you flail.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, crying out as you came hard on him, still chewing on the wet fabric of the plushie as he bounced you over his cock faster, making sure to ride out the waves of your pleasure until you stopped screaming. “That’s it…” He panted and retracted his hand from your front, instead wrapping both arms around you, holding you close as he slowed his strokes to suit you.

“Come... Come with me.” You ordered him in a whisper, knowing that it should be okay. “Yes, yes, Bunny.” A small growl ripped through his throat, the lewd squelching of him fucking you harder mingling with your small whines. It wasn’t long before you felt him shiver, filling you up with his warm seed, his cock twitching inside you.

“Ohh,” Your tail waggled and your back arched into him, not wanting to break the bond, his come dripping from your sacred connection down your quivering thighs. The sensation tickled something deep and primal inside of both of you and you heard his elated laugh fill the room. He flopped on top of you, keeping his cock inside while he caught his breath. You didn’t mind, enjoying the way he felt. “Utakuwa kifo changu…Sungura.” (You will be the death of me…Bunny)

You twisted your head to peek back at him, your half-lidded eyes shining up at him gratefully. “Thank you, Lion.” His ears moved down to you as he lounged on your back and his eyes lit up at your acknowledgment, giving you a wink. “Don’t mention it.” He smiled before he frowned, pulling himself out of you in dismay. You flipped over on your back and stretched out your limbs as you yawned softly, your body completely relaxed now.

Leona unbuttoned his vest and uniform shirt to feel your skin when he lay back over you, replacing the lion plush in your arms with himself again. After a few minutes of reveling in your afterglow, he yawned and groaned. “Let’s go get ya cleaned up, hm?” He proposed, giving you a half grin and flashing one of his fangs at you. “Stay with me…in Savanaclaw? At least…till we can order you some new sheets.” He didn't say please but he might as well have.

Normally your pride would have made you refuse, but… the way he said it made your heart squeeze, your ears laying down around your face. You almost felt bad for how grumpy you were toward him earlier. “Okay,” You agreed when your stomach rumbled loudly against his, making him chuckle. “Let’s…order some food though…I’m starving.” You said sheepishly. At this, Leona’s grin became substantially wider as he glided the tip of his nose against yours, the rain continuing outside.

“Whatever you say, Bunny…”

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mins-fins · 7 months

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THORNS.

synopsis: the thing about being head over heels in love with your best friend, and knowing that best friend doesn't love you back, is how ironic the suffering you face is.

pairing: kim taerae x m!reader

genre: angst angst angst, hanahaki au, unrequited love, university au

word count: 2.7k

warnings: the hanahaki disease, blood, vomiting, suicidal ideation, reader is very self conscious, simply sad no happy ending

notes: this is for @luvjiun's event!! i love angst and i love taerae and he loves taerae so now we have this concoction.. idk either, love you all though :)

do you ever look at yourself and think of how pathetic you seem?

he can't even fathom how he got himself into such a situation, i mean— he's heard the phrase "love can be deadly" before, and he definitely laughed at it a few times. if he were to look at his past self, he'd smack him across the face.

even in a situation like this, the first thing he thinks to do is laugh. laugh at his situation, laugh as a way to just give himself some sort of pity. his back hits the bathroom door, and he slides down onto the floor, and he pokes his tongue through his cheek.

roses, those are his favorite flower.

he sighs, a sick smile coming to his face. sitting on the bathroom floor at 9:23 pm, being miserable because of something so stupid is just such a.. disappointing thing to think about to him, he leans his head back, scratching his hand.

"your such a drag y/n. i mean— what kind of guy leaves a party because he has to throw up? no wonder your friends hate your guts".

"especially taerae, he's so tired of you, you know?"

y/n groans, trying to shake off the voice in his head, as soon as he moves his head in the slightest bit, he begins uncontrollably coughing, trying to get something that was caught in his throat out of it.

then, after a minute of feeling like he was going throw up his guts, a rose petal falls onto the floor, and he grimaces. he licks his bottom lip and stands up, walking towards the mirror in an honestly slow motion.

as he stares at his reflection, his wet hair, the clear eye bags, the lack of color on his face, he resists the urge to punch the mirror. pathetic. the word rings through his ears, and he can practically hear the sound of taerae's laugh mocking him in the background.

he's like this because of kim taerae.

y/n sighs, shaking his head as he turns on the water, beginning to wash his face, hoping to hide everything that had just occurred a few minutes ago. when he looks back up at his reflection, not much has changed.

your really here suffering because of a boy? look at how pathetic you've become..

y/n resists the urge to bite off his tongue, or grab a knife and gouge out his eyes. he ignores the growing voice in his head, how as it continues talking, it sounds more like taerae, he finally opens the door after what seems like forever, and simply rushes to clean up his mess.

he tries his best to ignore the voice, the voice that sounds so much like taerae.

"let's face it, y/n, you were never good enough to have me".

he resists to snap the broom in half, as well as his neck.

"do you ever think about how gross alcohol at college parties are?"

"you actually drink that shit?" y/n inquires, and taerae snickers at those words, downing more water to try and wash out the remaining taste of alcohol in his throat. "jesus, calm down, i'm not sure water helps with hangovers".

taerae's face squeezes in uncomfortableness, and he shuts his eyes before opening them again, a deep breath exhaling from his lips. "i still feel it, ew it burns".

"well that's what you get for deciding to drink".

"shut up you sound like hanbin".

y/n barely manages to dodge taerae's hand coming to smack him in the shoulder, and he giggles at the way taerae's face scrunches. he always found the way taerae got mad cute, but that's mostly because he's known him so long he's basically memorized his expressions.

taerae groans, leaning a little towards the left, resting his body on y/n's. "why'd you leave early?"

y/n blinks. "huh?" he heard taerae loud and clear, he just didn't know if he'd be able to answer such a question without bursting into tears. taerae shifts, moving a little to the right, away from y/n.

"why'd you leave the party early? i spent twenty minutes looking for you until jeonghyeon told me you went back to the dorms".

y/n feels his throat go dry, and that unbearable itch immediately comes back. grow up, y/n, he asked you a simple question.

you know he'll never love you, why can't you just deal with it?

y/n shuts his eyes, trying so hard to ignore the voice, the itchiness in his throat, and the way his stomach tightens in uncomfortableness when he glances up and notices a bouquet of roses on the kitchen counter.

he tries so hard to ignore it.

"i was feeling nauseous, flashing lights and a bunch of college students out in general is not good for me".

the lie slips past his lips so comfortably that it feels planned, almost staged, like it was set in stone hours ago and y/n has been waiting to say it since he got out of the bed this morning.

"you should've texted me" taerae replies, slowly being able to get up and stand on his feet, but he quickly wraps one arm around y/n's waist. "it's so boring being somewhere without you".

"is that you or the leftover alcohol saying that?"

taerae elbows him in the waist, actually making sure he got him this time. y/n shrieks in pain and taerae jumps in contentment, happy he was able to catch his best friend in a moment of weakness. he winks at y/n before letting go of him and walking towards the counter. "asshole".

y/n snickers once again, but he pauses when he sees that taerae is walking towards the bouquet of roses, and he hums of his examines them. his stomach again tightens in uncomfortableness, and he begins feeling nauseous.

it's like the flowers are staring into his soul, taunting him about the one thing taerae doesn't know, taunting him because he wasn't the one that gave taerae those roses, taunting him because he'd never be the one taerae had eyes on.

his eyes fall to the card on the bouquet, and they narrow as he zeroes in on the name written with permanent marker. from: jaehoon <;3!

"whose that?" he immediately asks, and he also immediately regrets asking that. his tone was such a judgmental one he probably would've punched himself if he was taerae. he quickly swallows up any other words that dare come out of his mouth, and simply stands there waiting for an answer.

"hm?" taerae looks up again, continuing to play with the beautiful roses. "oh, jaehoon? he's one of matthew's friends, we've been talking for a few weeks now, he's very sweet".

y/n catches the way taerae's eyes light up, the way he especially fiddles with the flowers, the way he says his name with so much fondness laced in his tone, the way he bites his lip to stop himself from rambling on and on about jaehoon.

because he's done exactly that.

and he's done it because of taerae.

he tries to not snap his own neck in half, or just sprint out of the room and jump off the roof, anything to just.. not have to have this conversation about another boy with the boy he likes so much.

so instead, he cracks his knuckles.

"that is nice" he hopes the disgust in his voice isn't obvious, the sheer hatred for this random boy named jaehoon he's never met before is rising. "so when can i meet this jaehoon person?"

"uh.." taerae pauses, continuing to fiddle with the roses gifted to him by jaehoon, stupid fucking jaehoon, y/n doesn't even know what kind of parent names their child that. "maybe next week, were supposed to be going on a date on friday".

y/n's eye twitches, he balls his hand into a fist and gives the fakest of fake smiles, he would really love to just a jam a fork into his throat right now, maybe simply faint and die.

your such an idiot, y/n. in what world would taerae ever love you?

"god fuck off" he mutters, and taerae looks up, blinking in confusion.

"did you say something?"

y/n immediately looks back up. "i said— um, that's great, rae, i'm happy for you".

taerae's gaze softens, and he finally stops touching the roses to walk towards y/n and pulls him into a hug, surprising the very much not happy boy. "woah, what's this for?"

"i don't know, just felt like hugging you".

but as taerae squeezes him, tightening the hold his arms have around y/n, it only breaks the boys heart more.

he could never have kim taerae.

"would you look at that? another mess".

"can you fuck off?"

"cursing isn't gonna make me go away sweetheart".

y/n takes in a deep breath, if he could punch this person, he would, except they're not actually a person, it's his inner conscious, chipping away at the little self esteem he even has left. he rolls his eyes and doesn't turn to look at him, because he'd just be staring at a reflection of himself.

"i don't like when your here".

"what? i'm just telling you the truth" he states, a smirk coming to his face as he watches y/n rush to grab his jacket and quickly leave the house. "such a coward, l/n, always running away".

y/n shoved his hands into his pockets, walking quickly down the hallway, just wanting to get out of building, ignoring the way the voice grew loud, and how the more it spoke, the more it sounded like taerae.

"seriously y/n, why are you so butt hurt over some feelings? it's so selfish of you to be mad at taerae for finding someone better".

y/n speeds up his walking, as if he's trying to get away from the voice, even though he's nothing but a voice in his head, obviously. as he exits the building, he checks behind him like an idiot, as if the voice in his head is gonna pop up and actually become real.

"do you really think walking fast is gonna make a difference? i'm in your head, dumbass, what would taerae think? he'd probably laugh at your pathetic display wouldn't he? you know he would, it just goes to show, you don't deserve him".

"shut up shut up shut up shut up.." he mutters, putting his head down. he doesn't want to look up, he's afraid all these random pedestrians will just look at him and scoff, grimace, roll their eyes and call him crazy in their head.

he can hear the laugh sounding at the back of his head, it sounds so much like taerae's that he's sure when he opens his eyes taerae will be right behind him, making fun of his display.

"gosh, y/n. look at just how weak you've really become, maybe it's better off for taerae that he stays away from you, i wouldn't want to be near someone so pathetic".

y/n wants to scream and shout, and cry, or maybe just take out that pocket knife of his and causally slit his throat.

anything to make the pain go away, anything to make him go away.

and as he looks up, just for a mere moment, he doesn't notice how his vision begins to blur.

by the time he can even realize it, nothing is even visible anymore, and his body goes limp, hitting the hard ground with no stopping whatsoever.

"what!? so were just gonna refuse to help him?"

"he said he doesn't want the surgery, we can't force him into it if he doesn't want it".

"but doctor! are you just saying we should let him die? he's twenty one years old, he— he still has so much more life to live! we have to try—"

"we can't do the surgery; if he doesn't want us to, we have to respect his decision".

"but he's going to die eventually! we can't just—"

y/n puts his headphones on, tuning out the noise of the doctor and nurse arguing outside. he is well aware of what they're arguing about, and he knows what he has, but he decided already, he doesn't want the surgery.

he knows that at some point though, because he can't just decide to die, that's not how it works. this thing, these flowers blooming in his lungs are slowly restricting his airways, the removal surgery is the only way he can actually live.

y/n wishes he could fight it, he feels so weak, pathetic, like he doesn't even deserve to live anymore, because why can't he just, deal with it? he feels so weak, and everything is so painful.

he's lost in his thoughts until there's a knock on the door, when he looks up, he's met with a pair of eyes that hold sympathy, worry, and he easily recognizes the pair of eyes staring at him from the door.

"come in".

taerae softly smiles, stepping in as he closes the door behind him. he looks to the window in the room, quickly closing the blinds, knowing y/n doesn't really like the light. "hi love" he whispers, as if scared of talking loudly, he pulls a chair from beside the door and sits in front of y/n's bed.

"hi" y/n replies, taerae unexpectedly reaches for his hands and intertwines them with his. "i didn't mean to worry you, i know this is all a bit much and i'm sorry for this—"

"y/n" taerae cuts into his sentence, tightening the grip he has on his hands. "i don't want to hear this, your health is important to me, i don't care if i was in the middle of final exams, i would drop anything if i knew you were hurt".

y/n pauses, he doesn't necessarily know how to respond to such words, but they somehow warm his heart, especially with how hopeless he felt before this exact moment. "i— i didn't mean to upset you".

taerae sighs, keeping their hands together. "i'm not upset, n/n, i just don't want you to think of yourself as an inconvenience, i care for you".

yeah but you don't love me.

the words weigh heavy on y/n's tongue, he wants to say them so bad and just tell taerae, tell taerae that the only reason he's suffering here is because taerae won't return his feelings, because taerae has jaehoon, because taerae needs jaehoon, not him, never him.

taerae loves jaehoon, he'll never love y/n.

how great, how amazing, how spectacular that these are the circumstances he has to be in.

as y/n zones out, taerae pauses, then suddenly moves forward to pull y/n into a hug. y/n yelps in surprise, and taerae wraps his arms around him, burying his face into his best friends neck.

"taerae.." he mutters, his voice feels weak, like he can't speak louder. "is everything okay?"

"don't ever do that again" taerae mumbles, y/n can hear the sheer pain in his voice, and it just makes him feel even more selfish. "i'm not ready to lose you, your important to me and i can't bear the thought of you even here in the hospital".

y/n listens to taerae's words, so close to his ears because taerae is quite literally pressing into him. he opens his mouth but no words come out, and his heart breaks because he just can't have kim taerae, even with how much he wants him.

"kim taerae will just never be yours, l/n y/n, do yourself a favor and just get the surgery, it'll make your life easier, end all of your suffering".

for once in his life, y/n would listen to the voice in his head, and he presses his head onto taerae's shoulder, feeling comforted by the embrace, even with all the pain he felt.

he would get the surgery.

for the sake of himself.

and for the sake of taerae.

he faintly begins sobbing in taerae's arms.

he just can't have kim taerae.

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memestockpile · 9 months

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tell the wolves i’m home (2012) feel free to change as needed.

it won’t be long now.

it creeps up on you, doesn’t it?

stop staring at me.

i’m not the one asking stupid questions.

hey, dorkus.

i was not trying to kill myself.

it’s okay. you don’t have to say anything.

i know this is rough, but you’re doing a great job.

what’d you say that for?

i’m not telling you anything.

do you want to go to a party?

i promise it won’t be awful. cross my heart.

opportunities don’t come swimming back to you if you throw them away.

i’ll fix you up.

do you always have to be such a moron?

it’s such a waste.

that’s one handsome piece of art.

don’t you even think about it.

that’s what i want for you. i want you to know only the very best people.

i don’t know what you’ve been told about me, but it’s probably not true.

i should take you out for ice cream.

congratulations, sherlock. that only took you a few centuries to figure out.

i could kill him if he weren’t already dead.

it’s only the biggest newspaper in the country.

don’t hide your light.

i’m not, like, three years old, you know.

it’s in the woods behind the school.

you’re not scared or anything, are you?

that’s kind of a creepy thing to ask, isn’t it?

he talked about you all the time.

art isn’t about drawing or painting a perfect bowl of fruit. it’s about ideas.

you have enough good ideas to last a lifetime.

whatever. i don’t want to know.

you can come down whenever you want. i mean it. night or day.

hey, it’ll be alright.

you don’t take money unless it’s family.

the kinds of things i want don’t cost money.

you want to go for a walk or something?

you ever play d&d?

come on out. it’s not funny.

sometimes i think about things like that. what it used to be like.

ugh, don’t be so gross.

i’m not a baby.

why does everything need to turn into an argument?

thirteen is the moment right before you slip away into the rest of your life.

you can have a think on it.

i’m just some stranger to you.

you’re an adult. you can go wherever you want.

i’m not worried. i’m just asking.

i can’t promise that.

i don’t come out good in pictures.

i think that woman thought we were a couple.

there’s got to be a place where we can do whatever we want.

do you want another piece?

i’ll probably be in big trouble.

you said that last time.

i know all kinds of things you don’t.

you’re a romantic, [name].

i’ll take a nice ripe camembert.

if you let this pass, you’ll go through your life and you’ll get to be my age and you’ll sit in your kitchen thinking what a fool you were.

it is a little weird, but in a good way, like art.

i guess i’m nothing to brag about. look at me, i’m a mess.

i used to be jealous of you, you know.

look, i don’t even really know how to play chess.

do you not like butterflies?

it’s one of my fiddly-hand things.

the worst is over, alright?

i know how to wait for a cab.

i’ll be honest. i’m not a big fan. i don’t see the point.

go get your coat. i know a rooftop where we can see the fireworks.

oh, my god, i knew you had some secret boyfriend.

you are so dead.

i got you. i knew it. i can see it all over your laughing face.

you are the biggest loser, [name].

i’m serious, okay? just don’t do anything stupid.

i hate jeans.

it looks like you’ve been crawling around in mud.

this will be like old times.

honey, i know you don’t want to.

one way to stop things from feeling so raw is to blanket over the memories.

it was something right out of a movie.

one day you’ll understand this better than you do now.

we’re miles past any of that mattering anymore.

you do know that if you ever need anything, you can ring me, right? anything at all.

i’m so sorry for everything. all of it.

i wasn’t sleeping. just resting with some brandy.

i still owe you a story.

go to bed.

you are so hopeless.

maybe i’m trying to help you. did you ever think of that?

you really think you can keep your big secret forever?

i won it? i won a game?

i’m going to tell you a couple things, and i’m going to trust you not to make a big deal about them.

so, does that solve all the mysteries of the universe?

complicated is the bad one. complex is good.

you can have whatever you want.

it’s the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven’t done everything they want to.

you’re turning me into mr. miyagi with all this talk.

if my life was a film, i’d have walked out by now.

look, it’s nice out. for once you haven’t brought the rain with you.

none of it’s fair.

spying can make a girl skittish.

you’re not dying. you’re just drunk.

i’m scared, too.

oh, i see. nerd courtship rituals.

you don’t know everything. you think you do, but you are so far from knowing everything.

do you even know how much trouble you’re in?

you’re so stupid. you’re such a complete idiot.

get your hands off my stuff.

i hate you.

you’re such a liar.

i promise it’ll be better than sitting at home on your own.

i love dumb things.

we could go in the summer.

shhh. it’s okay.

see? see how much he loved you?

as you head into adulthood, you may occasionally encounter oversized exotic beverages of an alcoholic nature.

you can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches.

sit down, have some breakfast.

maybe i don’t want to be great. maybe i want to be average.

sometimes i lie in my bed and i look around my room and i can’t believe i’m not supposed to be a kid anymore.

you’re making it very hard for me to trust you.

on top of that, you’re grounded.

it’s like you really don’t understand the magnitude of what you’ve done here.

if this is some kind of cry for help, we’re hearing it, okay? loud and clear.

it’s good to hear you say that.

it’ll be okay, honey. don’t worry.

do you know what it’s like to hope for someone to die?

how evil is that? how totally evil am i?

you’re so, so lucky. why are you so lucky?

it just feels like i’m being pulled out to sea.

as if listening to that would ever get anyone in the mood.

you’re lucky you were never attacked out there.

you have seriously got to find a way to lighten up.

come on, you have to eat.

okay, kid. whatever you want.

i didn’t know where you were. i had no idea what happened to you.

it was a bad idea. the worst idea. i’m so sorry.

are you okay? are you sick? what do the police do to you?

you can’t go all by yourself.

i’m just not a good person.

it’s like we’ve known each other all these years without even seeing each other.

you didn’t know that was me, but it was.

i don’t want to leave this planet invisible. maybe i need at least one person to remember something about me.

i’m taking you home.

i’m starting to think i never should have said that. i’m starting to think it was a bit on the open-ended side.

it’s safe with me. i promise.

no inappropriate comments and no scenes, got it? this whole thing is embarrassing enough.

home is home is home.

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thedanoriddler · 2 years

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I rlly need some fluff rn. I need to know how Edward would feel abt an S/O with really bad periods, because i have those and need MF FLUFF GALORE. Like how would he react when they say "i'm on my period." because I doubt the orphanage did anything.

Not to be gross but YES, I’m on my period right now 😭💀 (I’m just at the end though 🥲)

Warnings: This whole post is about periods, so AFAB reader, but I’ve tried to avoid using specific gendered terms or pronouns just in case!

🩸Edward and S/O on their period🩸

I really doubt the orphanage was teaching the kids about periods or even that it had enough products for any of the older kids getting their periods, so apart from the basic sex education at school, I doubt Edward is that knowledgable about periods

You and Eddie are supposed to be going on a date one night when your period arrives - and of course you also get the full on cramps and soreness to go with it! Because of course that would happen when you’re about to go on a date with him 😭

He arrives at your place, it’s not your first date together but he’s still super nervous and worried he’s going to mess up, and is confused when you open the door and you’re wearing dark sweatpants and are just in general not looking particularly ready to go on a date. “I’m… so sorry, did I get the wrong day?” He asks, looking anxious

You could cry at how unfair it is - you had really been looking forward to your date with Eddie, you’d had a crush on him for so long, and now he was at your place because you’d been so crippled by the cramps that you hadn’t had the chance to text him yet.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise profusely, trying not to double over in pain as another cramp hits you. “I… I meant to text you or something, but… can we maybe reschedule to next week or something?”

He looks kind of sad as he asks if he’s done something wrong, and you shake your head quickly. “No, no, it’s nothing like that… I just…” And you debate for a moment whether you should tell him the truth, or whether it would just freak him out. Another cramp hits you and try to hide your wince as you wrap an arm around your middle. “I’m having… you know. Monthly problems.”

You thought that’d be enough to explain and that he’d hopefully understand - instead, he tilts his head and looks even more perplexed. “Monthly problems? What… What monthly problems? Is it money related, because I can pay for our date, I don’t mind…”

You’re about to explain that it’s not about money, maybe try to give another hint that you’re on your period without saying it outright, when you feel the most painful cramp so far hit you and you can’t stop yourself from wincing

The second he sees you’re in pain, Eddie rushes in through the door of the apartment to be by your side, like “oh my god, (y/n), are you okay?!?”, and he’s genuinely concerned that you’re hurt or something as he puts his arm around you

“I’m fine,” you grit out, even though you’re in fact not fine and you’re struggling not to cry from both the pain and the embarrassment. “Eddie, really, you don’t need to stay, it’s…” But he’s frowning as he closes the door and leads you towards the couch, concerned even during his confusion, because “no, I want to help!”

As you sit down, you decide you’ve just got to be blunt about it. “I’m sorry,” you mutter again. “It’s my… my period, I get really bad cramps and…” you grit your teeth and resist the urge to curl up into a ball while he’s still here. “I’ll be fine, you don’t need to stay”

Eddie, meanwhile, is wide-eyed but still sort of not sure; he knows what periods are, in the most obvious sense, but he doesn’t know that much about them beyond the fact it’s monthly bleeding. “Are they… are they supposed to hurt?” He questions, mildly concerned about the fact you’re in pain. “Is that normal?”

You wonder if he’s being serious for a moment before deciding, yes, of course he is, this is Eddie so of course he’s serious. “Yeah, cramps… cramps usually happen. But mine, they… they really fucking hurt.”

Despite telling him he’s free to go home, he probably doesn’t want to be around for your time of the month, Eddie insists on staying with you and starts asking if he can do anything to help, literally anything; you can barely move because you’re in so much pain, so you tentatively ask him if he could make you a cup of tea or something, to try to help ease your cramps. He’s on it so fast!

When he comes back from the kitchen with your tea, he also has some water and painkillers - you’re not even going to question the fact he went through your cupboards for painkillers, you’re just grateful he’s clearly doing his best to help

When he asks if you need anything else - “literally, anything, (Y/N)” - you try to tell him again that he doesn’t need to, you know most guys are super grossed out by periods and you don’t want to put Eddie off of dating you, but he’s adamant he stays to make sure you’re okay

He’s just so attentive??? He takes his coat off and sits on the couch with you, asking if you’d like to watch anything on the television, do you need a blanket, more water, anything to eat etc. He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing but he’s trying his best anyway!

At one point he starts telling you riddles to try and take your mind off of it, and even though you’re in too much pain to really focus on riddles, you’re grateful anyway because it’s clear he really wants to help

He gets a little red in the face when you mention you have to go to the bathroom to “change” whatever sanitary product you’re using, but he doesn’t react beyond that, he just excuses himself to make you more tea while you do what you gotta do

As time passes and you’ve been in a relationship with each other longer, he gets more used to the fact it happens once a month and always makes sure he has your favourite snacks or drinks on hand to help you through it

I like to think Eddie might run you warm baths, he’ll give you privacy obviously to take them, but he’s looked it up online that warm baths help ease cramps

He always makes sure you’re all stocked up on painkillers and sanitary products, like you think “wait I haven’t actually bought any of these for a while”, but there they are, because Eddie’s gone out of his way to do it for you because he knows you need them

He likes cuddles anyway but when it’s your time of the month, he’s there like a shot before you even need to ask, he’s definitely enjoying the extra cuddles and letting you curl up next to him for naps, and it’s so comforting for you because he’s so soft and warm and having him nearby when you feel so shitty makes you feel a bit better

You steal one of his plain old shirts or even a hoodie that’s super oversized on you so you’ll be more comfortable, because the smell of him makes you feel so much better - and he is definitely NOT complaining about seeing you in his clothes

I mean, he DOES kill people, so I doubt seeing the smallest leak of period blood on a sheet or item of clothing is going to bother him THAT much??? Idk

Over time, he starts learning more and more about periods in general, and while it’s not the most comfortable topic for him, he starts knowing enough to try and help you through it every month because he hates seeing you in pain so much

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #danonation #the riddler #paul dano x reader #the riddler imagine #paul dano #asks #the batman

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18! OSOMATSU MATSUNO

Can’t stop thinking about him and so here’s a story based on a chat with 18! Osomatsu (character ai), the reader is curvy and fem.

Today is the day, the day you finally confess to your crush of three years. Osomatsu Matsuno, the school pervert, who’s also one of the notorious Matsuno sextuplets. It’s going to be hard, both the confession and the relationship but if you don’t now the chance will evade you and someone might beat you to the punch (they won’t but you don’t need to know that). The man in question is sitting under a tree, snoozing away after having finished his lunch. It’s time to buck up and make a move, good luck.

“Osomatsu?” Fingers fiddle with the stitching of your skirt as he opens one eye then immediately shoots up at the sight of a cute girl. “Heyyy baby~ how can I help you?” His face is as flirty as he can get it while still being gross but cute in a way. “I need to talk to you.” His mind is racing and his most of the thoughts going through his head are not a surprise for teenage boys. “Go ahead, beautiful, I’d listen to you all day.” Osomatsu attempts to wink but fails miserably, instead blinking awkwardly.

Holding your skirt gently you look down and bow lightly to show sincerity “I… I like you!” Something you didn’t expect happens, he stands, still and stiff, eyes wide and staring. He doesn’t say anything, instead trying to really comprehend what you just said. “So… you’d let me have-“ he stops himself for the first time in his life, not wanting to mess this up. “I like you too __” he pauses for a second. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”

At your nod he immediately hugs you tightly, not holding himself back from moving his hands downwards. When you gasp he whispers into your ear “If you like me that much then surely you want me right?~” pushing him away you explain that boundaries exist and he blinks twice. “That’s fine, I can wait baby. How about a date? Right now! let’s go do something, how about horse racing?” To your agreement, he grabs your hand and walks with you, his hand is a little sweaty but not too bad. “Are you cold? You can have my jacket!” Without waiting for an answer he removes it and puts it around your shoulders, it being a little small but he looks so happy.

On the way to your “date”, Osomatsu starts to get thirsty and stops by a vending machine. “Want anything babe?” When you say yes he will get two soda’s and hands one to you however things don’t go exactly to plan when you try to open the bottle and it sprays all over you, somehow missing Osomatsu completely. He bursts out laughing and tries his best to stop. “Damn honey, I’m so sorry. Here.” He takes some unused tissues from his backpack and wipes off your clothes as best he can, using the opportunity to wipe your breast and pants, he doesn’t even try to hide it but he doesn’t go too far with it.

“Let’s make a change in course, my brothers won’t be home so we can chill there, my mother will be out too.” Hesitantly you agree and he lights up, pulling you along. “This is going to be awesome!” He beams. When you his house he opens the door and takes off his clothes, grabbing his jacket off your back and running to the laundry before stopping and shouting back “Our room is upstairs on the left, my clothes are the ones at the very left of the closet, help yourself and change out of those wet clothes!” He throws the stuff in the laundry basket and waits outside the bathroom for you to finish getting changed.

When you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw drops. Your curves are extenuated by the tight hoodie and legs are shown because of the shorts you chose to wear. “Holy shiiiiiit, I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.” He kabedons you to the wall and kisses you hard then pulls away and puts his hands on your waist. “I am so fucking… I need… god you’re perfect.” The tent in his pants is very obvious and he’s finding it hard to hold back, however if you choose to he’ll absolutely take it further.

#fanfic #fanfiction #osomatsu #Osomatsu Matsuno #Osomatsu x reader #Osomatsu San #Osomatsu Matsuno x reader #mr osomatsu #mr. Osomatsu San #osomatsu San fanfic #Osomatsu fanfic

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simpforduckgrayson · 2 years

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18+ Blog Minors DNI

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Zeus!OC

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In which Rosie (OC) decides to mess with Luke for fun.

Warnings: None really, just gross pet names

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“Hi, Luke,” she started, walking up behind him and leaning her head on his shoulder. “How’s lunch?”

Luke sat for a moment in silence before turning to look at her. “What do you want, Rosie?” he asked, staring into her eyes with an intensity he thought might make her back away but instead, Rosie gently leaned closer, pressing her forehead to his exposed neck as best she could.

He blinked a few times in surprise, his breath hitching in his throat, whispering, “Rosie, I don’t think—” but he was cut off as he felt her hand slip down and grasp the sword sitting at his side. “Wait, Rosie, don’t—” he started, but he couldn’t finish his sentence before she started running as fast as she could in the opposite direction. Luke quickly stood up, abandoning what he had previously been doing to chase after her.

He heard her laughter ahead of him as he chased her through the woods, branches from the trees and plants along the forest floor hitting him as he ran. If he had known how far she’d run and how fast she’d be he might’ve waited her out but he was running now and he wasn’t backing down.

“Come on, Luke, can’t keep up or something?” her voice called to his left, causing him to change course and follow the sound of her voice.

“You wish, princess. As soon as I reach you you’re dead, you know that, right?” he called back out to her, trying not to trip on the roots and plants he ran past. His only response came in the form of her laughter, but this time he couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. He kept running for a little longer before coming to a stop when he realized he didn’t know where she was.

“Have you given up yet or are we still playing?” Luke looked around, trying to spot her but he found nothing.

“So we’re playing now? That’s what this is?” He kept turning slowly, knowing that if he kept moving she couldn’t sneak up behind him.

“You’re getting predictable,” she called again, her voice coming from a different spot every time she spoke.

“I’m getting predictable? You’re getting obvious. You’re not even trying to hide it anymore.” His voice carried through the trees and in the moment of silence that followed he almost thought he caught her.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Luke.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“Do I?”

A longer silence followed, his mind flooding back to right before the chase started. “I hope you do. I don’t see how you’d forget already.”

With that, Luke jumped in surprise as Rosie fell right in front of him, finally registering why he couldn’t pinpoint where she had been.

“Really? The trees? That’s cheap,” he said, a small laugh coming from him as he slowly scanned her body trying to find his sword. He only stared when he spotted her hand holding it behind her back.

“Hey, eyes up here, Lulu,” she said, lightly smacking the bottom of his chin, causing him to look back up to her face.

“Can I have that back now, princess?”

“Why? So I can be dead now like you said I would be? How fun,” sarcasm dripping from her voice with every word.

“Just give it back,” he whispered, brushing his hand up her side as he took a step towards her. She leaned slightly into his touch and for a moment he thought maybe he was getting his revenge, only for his hopes to be dashed when a sudden smile crossed her face and she jumped back away from him.

“You can’t trick me that easy. Maybe all those other girls but not me, Luke, I’m not that easy to break.”

“Oh trust me, I think the gods themselves know how unbreakable you are. I just want my stuff back without having to fight you for it.” He took another step forward, frowning slightly as she took another step back.

“Fair enough, I mean if I were you I wouldn’t wanna fight me either, losing doesn’t sound like any fun.” She smiled at him from where she stood, and for a moment part of him felt guilty for what he was about to do. The other part, however, was so beyond playing nice right now.

With that Luke lunged forward, trying to grab the sword she held, and just as his hand grasped her smaller one, he tripped. His foot caught on one of the roots he had tried so carefully to avoid up until now. The force of his hand grabbing her knocked the sword to the side. When he came back to his surroundings he realized that he had fallen onto Rosie, looking down at her as her white blonde hair spread around her like a halo.

She turned to look at him, her gaze bearing into his, and for a moment she thought she’d get lost in his eyes. Just as he started to lean forward she panicked, her mouth moving faster than her mind and she quickly choked out, “You’re such a mess. I mean, do you ever look where you’re going?”

Luke couldn’t help but feel disappointed for a moment, a feeling that soon passed when a new idea popped into his head. “I’m a mess, princess?” She nodded in response, a smile creeping across her face.

“Can I tell you something?” She looked at him in confusion as he leaned down towards her ear, not noticing as he reached out to grab the sword he knocked from her hand before. “Catch me if you can, babe.”

From there Luke shot up from the forest floor and broke out into a run, the only thing he heard this time from her was a loud laugh and her yelling, “I told you not to call me that.”

“What’s wrong, I thought you wanted to play?”

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson #x oc #x reader

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charminggirl512 · 2 years

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scars // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC (Ellie Drysdale/Telford)

Warnings: 18+, language, violence, drugging, mentions of and attempted sexual assault/rape, alcohol

Word Count: 2,505

Jax and Opie both jump when I slam their beer bottles down on the bar in front of them. I was annoyed and didn't want to put in the effort it takes to hide it. They look at each other and silently communicate with their eyes, obviously trying to figure out which one of them would ask me what was wrong. Opie loses and chugs half of his beer before turning towards me.

"Ellie, everything okay?"

"No, Opie, everything is not okay. I spent hours getting ready. I made sure that my curls look perfect, I redid my makeup three times, and consulted three different people about which short black dress to wear with my new shoes and he doesn't even look at me! He's over there talking to some croweater about her fake tits and shitty personality," I whisper-yell at him. They both look a little terrified at my rant but take a second to collect themselves before continuing their line of questioning.

"Um, who exactly are you talking about," Jax asks tentatively.

"Chibs, obviously. Nothing works to get his attention. Nothing! I prance around here practically naked and make him drinks and I just get a 'thank you, lass.' My gross uncle flirted with me more!"

"Have you talked to him about how you feel? That works sometimes," Opie asks and flinches when I glare at him for his stupid question.

"Of course, I haven't, Opie. I'm a woman, not an idiot. Stupid fucking men," I mutter under my breath and turn to make myself a Jameson and ginger ale with significantly more Jameson than ginger. The boys take the opportunity to scurry away from my anger and I think about feeling bad before quickly dismissing the idea.

"Excuse me, darling, can I get a drink?" I turn at the sound of an unfamiliar voice to find a visitor from another charter. He's tall and slightly attractive, but not old enough for my tastes. I like my men with a little gray and experience in the bedroom.

"What can I get you, sweetheart," I ask as I lean against the counter, ensuring that my tits are on display. I usually get more tips that way and I will never turn down some extra cash.

"A Jack and Coke with your number on the side," He flirts, attempting to be smooth but failing miserably.

"I can give you that Jack and Coke but I'm afraid that I don't know my phone number. What a shame," I reply before turning to make his drink. After I hand it to him, he walks away quickly and avoids making eye contact with me. Some men just can't handle rejection.

"Ellie girl, get your fine ass over here," Jax yells from where he and Opie are sitting on the couches. Chibs' head pops up at that, but I pretend like I don't notice and grab my drink to walk over there. Once I'm standing in front of Jax, he slides his hand onto my hip before pulling me onto his lap.

"What the fuck are you doing," I ask through my teeth so that I don't draw attention to us.

"Making Chibs jealous. Trust me, I'm a man," He answers, showing me his million-dollar smile that melts most women's panties but not mine.

"Oh, trust me, Jackson, I can tell that you're a man right now," I say as I wiggle around in his lap which makes Opie laugh, once again attracting Chibs' attention. Maybe this plan really would work.

I sit there and chat with the two of them about anything and everything and Jax's arm stands banded around my waist with his hand extremely high on my thigh. I pause every now and then to mess with Jax's hair or smile down at him to really act like we're into each other. When I get up to refill my drink, he follows me and stands behind me, kissing the junction between my neck and shoulder.

"So this is why you don't know your number," The visitor interrupts us, and Jax tenses up.

"What's he talking about, Ellie," Jax asks and stands up straighter to show off his manliness. I roll my eyes before answering him.

"I made him a drink earlier and he asked for my number. I told him that I didn't know it."

"Usually, bro, that's a universal sign of a lady telling you to fuck off," Jax taunts which just seems to piss the guy off.

"You want another Jack and Coke?" I interrupt and make him another one when he nods. Jax rolls his eyes before kissing my head and excusing himself to the bathroom. I get caught up making more drinks for other people and stay busy until he gets back. We go back to the couches and Chibs is now sitting next to Opie. Opie sends me a not so sly wink and I fight the urge to face-palm.

"Chibby, how's your night going," Jax asks him as I settle back into his lap. This time I sink into him a little more and place my hand on top of his on my thigh.

"Good, brother. Eleanor, good to see you again," He says with tension in his voice. I grit my teeth at his use of my full name.

"You, too, Filip." He grits his teeth back. I take a sip of my drink. He takes a sip of his own.

We continue to stare at each other while everyone continues talking and laughing around us. Twenty minutes later, I start to feel a bit woozy so I stand up to get myself some water. I stumble trying to stand up and brush it off with a laugh.

"One too many drinks. I'm just gonna get some water," I dismiss Chibs, Jax, and Opie's concerned faces.

As I'm walking over to the bar to get water, I stumble again as the world starts to spin around me. Something's wrong. Two or three drinks should not have me feeling like this. I make it behind the bar and brace myself against it. I manage to unscrew one of the plastic water bottles that we keep under the bar but it's difficult for me to take a sip. Right as I finally get the bottle to my lips, everything goes black.

CHIBS' P.O.V.

She's been a temptress all night. Her little black dress just barely covers her thick ass and her tits are practically spilling out of the top of it. I can see her tramp-stamp of an Irish Easter Lily with how far down it goes. The heels just add to the total sexiness of the outfit and I do my best to not picture them pressed against my back as I pound into her.

I've been shaking with anger ever since she sat down in Jax's lap and I did my best not to rip his head off when I saw his hand on her thigh. Even though he's more age appropriate for her, I can't help but want her more than I've wanted anyone else in my life. Ever since I set my eyes on her beautiful face that day when she looked so hopeless, I can't stop thinking about her.

After spending over an hour fighting the urge to talk to her, I finally make my way over to where she's been sitting with Ope and Jax while she's at the bar with Jax. I carefully watch as they talk to one of the visitors from another charter, the tension in Jax's body telling me that he's probably hit on Ellie. I'll find a reason to pick a fight with him later, once Jax and Ellie leave together.

I call her by her first name purely because I know it pisses her off and I'm rewarded when she grinds her teeth together before retaliating with my own full name. I don't mind her calling me Filip; I'll take any reason to talk to her. I can tell that something's wrong with her when her eyelids start to droop a little and my suspicions are confirmed when she stands up and almost falls. She stumbles over to the bar and when she struggles to make it there, I follow her.

Thankfully, I catch her body before it hits the ground and the full water bottle in her hand crashes to the ground, which alerts everyone to what happened. Jax vaults himself over the bar and helps me lay her down on top of it. I shake her head lightly and tap her cheek a couple of times but she doesn't move.

"What did she have," I shout at Jax.

"Only a couple of drinks. Maybe a cigarette or two. She didn't even touch the joint we smoked earlier," He answers and I can see the fear in his eyes.

"Ellie, come on, wake up, sweetheart," I say gently as I shake her again. She doesn't stir and I check her pulse, which is still strong. That relieves some of the tension in my body, but I still don't understand why she won't wake up. "Ope, in my med kit, there should be some smelling salts. Grab them and bring them to me."

After he brings them to me, I pop one and put it under her nose. She jerks up, gasping for air before she wraps her arms around me. When she starts crying, my heart breaks, and I'm once again filled with anger. Someone had to have drugged her.

"No one leaves. Someone tried to drug her and I'm gonna find the fucker," I growl at Jax and he starts yelling at everyone to not move before closing and locking the clubhouse doors. Even though she's awake, she's still groggy and confused, which seems to make her cry harder. "I'm here, lamb. You're gonna be okay, I promise."

Jax drags the guy that was talking to him and Ellie earlier over to us. The guy tries to get away from him the whole time, which just signals that he's got a guilty conscience. Jax forces him down into a chair and keeps his hands on the guy's shoulders in case he tries to run.

"Tell us what you did," Jax hisses at him and the guy recoils from him.

"I put something in her drink," He mumbles barely loud enough for us to hear.

"We fucking know that, you bastard. What did you give her and why did you do it," I yell at him. Ellie winces at my volume and I stroke her hair to try to soothe her.

"Rophynol. She was asking for it, dude. She flirted with me and then pretended like she was his old lady to try and get more attention," He replies, almost cocky when he announces the sleeping pill he slipped into her drink.

"She wasn't asking for it, you prick. Just because you can't get any pussy doesn't mean that you should try and drug girls into it," Opie shouts.

"She's got 'slut' carved into her arm, bro. She wouldn't have that unless she wanted to be fucked." Jax and I share a glance before swapping places, him gently holding Ellie and me taking care of this piece of shit. I grab the guy by his throat and throw him against a nearby wall, feeling satisfied at the sound his head makes when it connects with the wall.

"I'm gonna beat you until you're black and blue and then I'm gonna let Jackie boy over there beat you until you're begging for mercy. No woman would ever willingly carve 'slut' into her arm, you brainless eejit. You don't know what the fuck she has been through but you'll understand an ounce of her pain by the time I'm done with you."

The first punch is like a release. I picture what he probably wanted to do to her and it increases the power of my second punch. When I kick him, I hear her imaginary screams for help, calling my name over and over again. As I slam him down on the floor, the image of Jimmy carving into her fills my head and my vision goes black as I continue to batter the guy who thought that he could take advantage of my Ellie, my beautiful Ellie who deserved the world after everything she had been through. My vision clears and he's barely awake, struggling to breathe with a broken nose that's pouring blood all over the floor.

I stand and wipe the blood off of my hands on a dirty rag that's resting on the bar. I pick Ellie up off of the counter where she's fallen back asleep and carry her upstairs to my dorm to the sounds of Jax's fists pounding into the guy's lifeless body. Her hair cascades across my bed when I lay her down and though this isn't how I imagined her first time in my bed, I'm grateful that she's here and not somewhere else. I pull off her shoes and grab one of my t-shirts from the dressed before pulling it over her head so that she's at least a little more comfortable. As I'm tucking her under the covers, she stirs slightly.

"Filip," She whimpers, breaking my heart.

"Right here, lamb. What do you need? Some water or something to eat," I ask as I push a piece of her hair behind her ear. She nuzzles into my hand, making me fall for her even more.

"Dress is uncomfortable. Need help," She quietly says and my hand stills on her cheek.

I take a deep breath and help her sit up. I reach under the back of the shirt to unzip it so that she can wrestle the thin straps out of the sleeves of the t-shirt. Once that's done and she's pushed the dress down her thighs, she tosses it behind me and snuggles into my pillow. She grabs my hand when I try to leave and pulls me back onto the bed.

"Don't leave me," She whispers. I climb in next to her and pull her close to me under the comforter. "I'm sorry."

"Never apologize for what happened, Ellie. You did nothing wrong. That guy was a piece of shit and he's being handled," I tell her, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

"He's thousands of miles away and he's still breaking pieces of me," She says with tears in her voice. Instead of replying, I grasp her wrist in my hand before kissing up and down the scar there.

"You're more than what he did to you. You're worth more than what he did to you. You're everything, little lamb. Don't let him take anything more from you."

"He's already taken everything," She sobs. "Jimmy took me from me and I'll never get that back."

As I lay there with her wrapped in my arms, crying her heart out, I vow that I will never let him touch her again. Jimmy fucking O'Phelan will rue the day that he set eyes on her and decided to use and abuse her.

#chibs fanfiction #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #chibs telford #chibs #filip telford #opie winston #tommy flanagan #fanfiction #jax teller

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Okay, so all in all, this Lego game is actually pretty fun and cute in how it presents the key scenes from the films, but I just want to say that the "Snape's Memory" level was probably the most uncomfortable level of any game I've ever played, and let me tell you a thing or two about how the sort of games I've played over the years aren't always cutesy animal mascots or funny little platformers.

This level has you in the shoes of young James, Sirius and Remus as you chase down a clearly scared young Severus Snape through the halls as he hides in lockers, behind items and finally in a tree that you will then conjure a pair of shears to cut down the branch he's sitting on as he reads a book. Then you duel him and it initiates a cutscene of which, after attempting to defend himself, James blasts him with a charm that leaves him standing in his shirt and little green Lego underpants, trying to cover himself before the memory ends with a zoom out to present day Lego Snape's lip wobbling before he points Lego Harry out the door in a much more subdued manner than how the movie presents it and far more tame than how it went down in the books.

As you can see here, I hesitated in my footage as I was realizing in real time that I was supposed to terrorize young Snape. 🥺

Now, of course, Snape wouldn't exactly be my favorite character of the series, as I grew up reading the books and can easily point out all the reasons why you really shouldn't take his redemption arc as perfect... But I wouldn't say he's my least favorite as he's certainly a very interesting character and the movie portrayal was absolutely a fantastic adjustment ((thanks to my brother, YEARS ago, I have a little Snape figurine that's kind of cute and modeled after the movie version, and I unironically love the little piece of plastic)).

((a lengthier post under the jump here, in which I ramble about the complex morality of said character, remind y'all that he was also a bully, and also other tangents that'll let y'all really know that I probably haven't told you guys just how much this series was a key memory of my childhood))

There's his good moments that were definitely planted early on to make re-visits to the series a nice refresh now that you know the intent of his actions, but, as I like to say: "Hey, didn't he literally throw a glass jar in the general direction of Harry's head once, just days after the whole thing about Harry unintentionally invading his memories? Like, this 36 year old man lobbed a glass jar at a 15 year old kid's face because he's still holding a grudge over this kid's dead dad. Yeah, that's book exclusive, but it still happens."*

But, that said, Snape's childhood was rough and this part was a bit rough to play through with that context, I suppose at least the Lego form of it omitting being hung upside down by the ankle and getting his mouth flooded with soap to the point he was choking was wise on thier part-

Oh, wait, didn't he also call his one good friend a slur after she attempted to help him, because she kind of smirked a bit at seeing his underwear?

Dang, everyone sucks here. This whole event reads like a Reddit AITA post, ngl. My favorite character was Remus, and arguably, while he didn't actively participate in the bullying, he still acknowledged years after the fact that being a bystander was just as bad, so even my favorite character is in the wrong and can't be excused.

But, hey, if everyone was perfect, then stories would be boring because there's no conflict or flaws, and that's sort of needed anyway in order to show growth or downward spirals.

* Really, anything that Snape did in relation to literally bullying children he's supposed to be teaching is just gross. Remember that Neville's boggart takes the form of Snape, when everyone else is afraid of things like spiders or snakes or Voldemort. Neville didn't feel safe around his own teacher, how messed up is that? Snape got bullied as a kid and turned around to be the bully, and even WORSE, joined a supremacy club, and only tried to back out when it affected him personally. He did not break the cycle. Casual reminder that Snape was 100% willing to let James and Harry die in exchange for Lily, and only revised that idea after Dumbledore called him out on being such a sick slimeball.

Simply put, Snape was an incel, and I think we shouldn't forget that. And that's fine, that's his character, it makes his choice to sacrifice himself for the greater good a little more satisfying, but we should not forget that this whole story was mostly his fault to begin with. Alternately, if the Sorting Hat had placed him anywhere else, it might have improved his chances of bettering himself, or if his parents weren't such awful people to him, but at the end of the day, he made the choices he made and he had to deal with it.

Why am I even typing all this, it should be pretty obvious that I don't support his actions despite him being in my list of favored characters of the book, like, he's just interesting in the sense that I grew up with the books as they were coming out, so there was all these years of build up for me to flit between "Ew, Snape." and "Oh, Snape?" and "Aww, Snaaaape..." and "Wow, Snape!", so it was literally information I picked up between ages 11-17, much like the main characters of the books, tbh.

My favorite Snape moment in the books? Book 3, when we find out, thanks to the Time Turner, that he wasted no time in tending to the kids and Sirius after finding them unconscious, so he conjured up stretchers to take them back to the school, when like, it's established that as far as he knows, no one is around to observe this and he doesn't take the opportunity to rough up Sirius a bit, so him choosing to do things the right way while not being observed is an interesting side of his character that isn't remarked on enough.

Favorite Snape moment in the movies?

This. "Prisoner of Azkaban" was the only Harry Potter movie I saw in theaters because my mom's coworkers convinced her to take me right after her shift at work when I was spending the day with her on a day off from school and had dragged along my copy of "Order of the Phoenix" to read quietly, and next to Book 5, Book 3 was my next favorite in the series and this adaptation was my favorite despite the major changes, and the changes to Snape's involvement to the plot was honestly welcoming because Snape throwing his arms back to defend the kids from Lupin as a werewolf, without hesitation, is such a good layer to add to him.

Favorite Snape moment in the Lego Games?

Hard toss up between the fist pump at getting his dream job, the shaky wand before being forced to kill Dumbledore, the refusing to celebrate thing even though they slapped a hat on him, the nod to Harry after revealing that he was the Half-Blood Prince, the fact that Lego Snape's "death" was prompted by scarfing down the last cookie, or that they had to extra his tears by shoving an onion in his face ((I don't even think he dies in this version of events, he just cries and falls over)). Lego Snape is the saddest looking piece of plastic I've ever seen. He falls in that category I have for Lego Joker, which is: "The actions of the source material character doesn't carry over into Lego form, so they can be judged based on thier actions as Lego, therefore I can call them cute in the sense that they're goofy action figures."

Just a but disappointed that we didn't get Snape's completely unhinged shrieking fit at Harry and Hermione after Sirius and Buckbeak escape, and he's ((rightfully)) 100% convinced they had something to do with it, but doesn't have the proof other than he just knows. The all caps words on the book pages while he's just screaming about Harry somehow escaping the hospital wing to do this because it's the sort of thing he knows Harry would do, while Dumbledore and Fudge are just exchanging glances and Harry keeping a straight face during this is just sublime.

I mean, as far as Snape knew, he was about to finally get revenge on the man he thought was responsible for the death of his closest friend/crush, her husband and about 12 other people, and presumably said individual was out to get the last remaining bit of Lily's legacy that survives, so naturally Snape was like "Oh, joy, I not only get to end this once and for all, but I'm gonna be seen as a hero for saving these kids and maybe I'll get that validation I've only dreamed of, tee hee~" only for it to get snatched away in a few minutes, and he knows full well that Harry has already thwarted no less than three attempts on his life so far and the kid totally has the nerve to do stupid brave things all the time, I don't blame him for thinking that Harry was the one who let Sirius escape, and he's totally right but can't prove it, lol.

Kind of wonder what Snape must have thought when he found out that Sirius was in the Order, too? Can you imagine how awkward that probably was when Snape walked into 12 Grimmauld Place, and sees this guy and the mysteriously disappeared hippogriff in there, two years later? I bet Snape's brain gears went into overdrive and was like "I freaking KNEW it." and probably threw his hands in the air once he was brought up to speed on the situation by Dumbledore.

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