#Char: OI

[ask-evo-grian]

yeah, uh huh. Robot told me about a closet?

Hey uh

Why did you neglect your kids

- @ask-evo-grian

What.

I don't neglect my kids, what are you talking about-

[oscconfessions]

wanted 2 make a list of electronic hosts/objects (how many of them i Know) and how good it'll be to cuddle w/ em

Mephone4 - i think hes very iffy on touch but once hes warmed up i think he would def be big spoon. can play music too if needed.

computer - this man is not only a Tank but he is also very Big. I wager hes verrrry affectionate

Phone (OI) - little spoon . his glow is nice to gaze into. Sleeptalks possibly due to that one incident where mace brainwashed em

Phone (Voo) - BIG SPOOON i think he falls asleep very easily. light sleeper too so you prob need to be careful when moving.

Ipad (OI) - switches sometimes. heavy sleeper, but will ramble to you till you fall asleep.

MephoneX - maybe if cobs is dead and theres nothing elze to really do. cold as hell

Walkie-Talkie - good luck on that

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[lafleshlumpeater]

hey lovely!!

maybe a luke castellan x fem!reader who’s suuuuper sweet? maybe an aphrodite kid, and jsut super kind and charming overall? nobody expects her and luke to be together, but how different they are ends up working?

thank you!!!

ofc<3

Warnings: fem!reader, small mention of food, PDA, one swear word, lmk if there are any missing

I hope you dont mind this is from percy’s pov<3

luke castellan masterlist part two

“No way,” Percy muttered under his breath, giving Charlie the same disbelieving look he was receiving back. "I don't believe it."

Charlie shrugged.

“Well, you’d better,” the boy whispered back. “Cause it looks like they got something serious, man.”

The pair watched in part disgust and part fascination as they watched the blissful pair across the fire. Luke had his chin rested on her shoulder, whispering something Percy assumed was flirtatious due to her flustered reaction- all pink cheeks and giggles as she reprimanded him playfully, pushing his chest. Luke remained unfazed, lips curling smugly and crossing his arms as he brushed a quick kiss against the plush of her cheek.

Charlie’s eyes widened further. “But how? They’re so-”

“Different?” Silena finished her boyfriend’s sentence, looking up from her charred marshmallow stick. “You’re not one to talk, Charles. Look at us. Besides, she makes him a completely different person. Look.”

The trio turned their heads once again, this time to the nauseating, in Percy’s opinion, sight of her feeding Luke pieces of sticky marshmallow, both of them giggling when it gets everywhere. Luke pokes his tongue out to get the last bits off of her fingers, and she squeals.

Percy’s nose wrinkles, turning to Charlie. “Disgusting.”

“Agreed,” Charlie nods with a grimace of his own. “It’s a miracle he got her, to be honest. She’s so…”

“Bubbly?”

“That.”

Charlie sighs. “I am happy for him, though. The both of them. Even if they are… terrifyingly different.”

Percy nods in agreement, heart swelling in joy for his first friend at camp. “Yeah.”

The older boy sighs. “They’re too mushy though,” he remarks.

Percy’s eyes narrow at the scene of the lovesick couple, now kissing tenderly with not even the fire casting fluctuating shadows over their faces able to hide the content of their expressions. “Not nice.”

Charlie inhales. “Oi!” he yells over the fire. “Too much PDA, man! Get a room!”

Laughter ripples through the air, and both guilty candidates break away, one unnaturally red- faced and the other tittering, finger hooked around the string of her partner's beaded necklace.

“Fuck off, man,” Luke complains loudly, eyes dancing with glee. “Leave me and my girl alone.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer than deemed possible.

She looked up at him, adoration gracing her soft features as she stared at her lover. “Don’t be mean, Luke.”

“He started it!”

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[my-castles-crumbling]

burnt - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 261

"Prongs...what the fuck, mate?" Sirius asked, a genuinely bemused expression in his face.

And...he had a right to be shocked. James was a lot of things, but all-out stupid wasn't one of them. So throwing an exploding hex at a cauldron full of Amortentia certainly was a bit out-of-character.

But, starting down at the burnt, charred edges of the cauldron, James figured that the entire thing had been out-of-character.

Walking into the room. Smelling something amazing. Realizing it smelled a lot like your best mate's little brother. Panicking when he found out the smell was coming from Amortentia. And, subsequently, thinking, 'Oh, Merlin Sirius will smell it and know, I need to destroy it,' and blowing up the evidence before he realized that the Amortentia did not smell the same to Sirius. It probably smelled like chocolate and books and all things Moony.

But now it was too late. And as he stuttered to come up with a reasonable explanation for why he'd gone off the deep end, he heard a voice, the most amazing voice, make of silk and melodies he'd never dream of composing, carry across the room.

"Why in Salazar's name does it smell like mint and eucalyptus in here?" the younger boy called out, hand full of packages that were obviously for Slughorn.

But before anyone could explain, Regulus stopped short at the scene, and his mouth popped open.

"Oi, James. Don't you use shampoo with mint and eucalyptus?" Peter asked loudly, completely out of the loop.

James was pretty sure his face had never gone redder.

[chaotic-toasters]

Crashing

AUSWNT x Teen!Reader

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"Hi, Macca!" You grinned, rushing into the Keeper's waiting arms. "I missed you!"

"I've missed you too, kid," she smiled, squeezing you tightly. "How's Spain treatin' you?"

"Good."

"What about me?" Alanna questioned. "I haven't seen you in a while too, y'know."

"Oh, hi Lani," you patted the defender on the shoulder. "Didn't see you there."

"You're so mean," the cityzen feigned hurt, all too familiar with your playful antics. "Kyra said to go and meet her and Charli in her room. They need you for something. Probably a prank."

"Alright," you gave her and Mac fist-bumps as you walked past. "If I turn up dead tomorrow, you know what happened."

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"Hey, Ky, hey Char," you greeted, eyebrows raised as you followed Kyra into the room. "What was it you needed?"

"Y/N, perfect," Charli was suspiciously gleeful. "We've got some Tim Tams that we need eaten, but Ky and I have already had too many. You mind finishing them for us?"

"Sure," you agreed instantly, never one to deny a Tim Tam (even if it was way too early in the morning. "I'm down."

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In short, you consumed three whole packets of Tim Tams. Kyra and Charli had shared a look, the former getting up and grabbing a coffee from otherwise empty desk. "You look kinda tired. Have some coffee, it'll help you get through the jetlag for now."

You hadn't thought much of it, so you'd graciously accepted it and finished it within the hour.

"Y/N! Kyra! Charli!" Lydia's voice called through the door, followed by a couple of knocks. "We've gotta head to training! Get ready to go!"

You rolled your eyes, much to Kyra and Charli's amusement. "Yes, mum!"

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"MINIMINIMINIMINIMINIMINI!" you practically yelled, barreling towards the surprised Midfielder excitedly. "LOOKLOOKLOOKLOOK!"

"Woah, kiddo," she sidestepped, glancing over at Alanna. "You're a lot stronger than I am. Careful."

Alanna was quick to pull you into a hug in a fruitless attempt to calm you down. "What's goin' on, Y/N? You okay?"

You were shaking, bouncing up and down rapidly in the defender's arms. "What d'you mean? I'm great!"

You bolted away, somersaulting across the pitch before slamming your foot into a ball that had been laying on the ground. "WHEEEE!"

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," Tony ran over with Steph in tow. "What's happened, kiddo? You just excited?"

"Yeah yeah yeah!" you did a random backflip for no reason other than you feeling like it. "I'm excited! Yup yup yup!"

Ellie looked severely ashamed for what she was about to whisper to Hayley. "Is she... is she high?"

"No, there's no way," the Madrid player shook her head instantly. "She cares about her career way too much to jeopardize it with something like drugs."

"Yeah, you're right. But if she's not high, then what?"

Across the pitch, Lydia and Mackenzie's eyes swept over each and every player like hawks.

Instead of being worried that a new, younger keeper would take their places when you joined the national team, they immediately took you under their wings and declared themselves as your team moms. It wasn't a secret that they'd kill anybody who messed with you.

"Mac," Lydia elbowed the West Ham captain. "Over there."

Mac's eyes zeroed in on two best friends, seemingly worried as they whispered in each other's ears. "Oi! Cooney! Grant! You got somethin' to share with the team?"

Both of their heads snapped up, fear written clearly all over their faces.

Two tall, angry Australian goalkeepers was a terrifying sight for anybody, but up until now, none of the Tillies had been on the receiving end of your team moms' wrath. Safe to say, no one was prepared.

"You give my kid something?" Macca demanded, rolling up her sleeves. "Why's she actin' weird?"

Charli gulped. "We— we, uh..."

"Spit it out," Mackenzie growled, ignoring the fact that you were currently clinging onto her leg like a koala. "What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Kid?"

"We gave her a bunch of Tim Tams," Kyra blurted out, caving as soon as Lydia dragged her thumb across her throat menacingly. "And... and... Charli gave her a coffee with, like, eight packets of sugar in it!"

"Me?!" Charli cried. "You literally handed it to her! And it was your idea! I only agreed!"

"Oh, you two are so dead," Mac glared, lumbering forward with much difficulty considering there was a 140-pound human attached to her right leg. "I swear to God, I'm gonna murder you both."

Lydia did it for her, seizing both troublemakers by the fronts of their shirts. "You think this is funny? Y/N can be fuckin' dangerous when she's hyper! She coulda run over Mini!"

Kyra looked past Lydia's shoulder to where you were snuggling into Macca's knee and babbling about racecars. "Uh—"

A smack to the back of the head shut her up real fast.

"Not now, Ky!" Charli hissed through gritted teeth.

"Tony!" Kyra pleaded as Lydia's grip on her training bib became tighter. "Tony, please!"

The manager held up his hands, walking backwards and almost tripping on the drinks cooler. "Nope. Not getting involved."

"Steph—"

The skipper looked around wildly. "I... I have to go plan your funeral! In the bathroom! Bye!"

"Ras, please—"

The Madrid player was gone before the gunner could even finish her sentence.

Lydia's eye twitched.

"Uh-oh."

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"Y/N, babes, you good?" Ellie asked, nudging you slightly.

You blinked slowly. "Huh?"

"I'm gonna go get Mac, I'll be right back."

True to her word, the Lyon defender returned a minute later with the ever-protective older keeper at her side.

"Y/N's kind of out of it," Ellie explained as your head bobbed slightly. "I think she's crashing from the sugar."

"Aww, kiddo," Mackenzie sat beside you on the bench, using a hand to place your head on her shoulder. "It's only three, you tired?"

"Mhmm," you murmured, only half-paying attention. "Sleepy."

She sent a cowering Kyra and Charli a death glare. "Go to sleep, kid. I'm sure Tony wouldn't mind. Right, Tony?"

The manager instantly agreed, giving you both an awkward and slightly terrified thumbs-up. "I— yup. Whatever you want, girls. It's- it's totally up to you."

Lydia walked over, brushing a flyaway out of your face. "I'll bring you up to your room when we're done here. Get some rest, kid."

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

RUN RABBIT, RUN RUN RUN. ( House of the Dragon x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: DARK! King Aegon ii Targaryen x Common Folk! Reader prompt: Aegon has been watching you from years. Now that he is King, he intends to make his intentions clear. key: Y/n = Your name, R/n = Random name, E/C = eye color word count: 1, 000+ words

He was six and ten when he first met you, well more of, he saw you from a distance. You were a pretty little thing⎯well, for some common folk girl, you were pretty. From what he saw from a distance, you worked as a barkeep, cleaning tables and sometimes serving ale or whatever shitty drink they served at that tavern. 

You were pretty, maybe growing more so in a few years, but enough for the other drunks to take notice as well. He didn’t like it. Even though he had never spoken to you, or really interacted with you at all. You were his pretty little barekeep to gawk at.

It took everything in him to not set Sunfyre upon all of them, burning the shitty little tavern up in flames. So then, he could take their charred remains and show what happened when others touched what was his. But, he digressed. For now. 

Slowly sauntering into the tavern, he searches for you in the crowd of common folk, his gaze predatory and determined. Since his coronation as King, he had been busy, far too busy to leave the Red Keep to go to Flea Bottom. All he wished for now was to have a drink and watch you as he had done a dozen times before. He was sure if he was going to speak to you yet. It wasn’t that he did not have the courage to speak to you. 

He was a Targaryen, and now King, he had nothing to feel ashamed of or worried about. But rather he liked the way you squirmed under his gaze. He liked the way you would grow stiff and then blush a soft pink when you realized that it was just him. It was adorable and a good ego boost to know that he could get you all flustered without even needing to speak. 

“All hail the new King!” Some drunk slurs aloud, “From the King of Flea Bottom to the King of the Seven Kingdoms!”

“Aye!” 

“All hail!”

Rolling his eyes at the drunken babbling that filled the tavern, he sits down at his usual table, kicking his feet up on a chair. Drumming his fingers against the table, he looks around for you, growing wary as he doesn’t see you in the tavern. Clenching his jaw tightly as his temper starts to rise, he holds back at lashing out, his mind running a million miles per hour.

“Where the hell is that damn girl?! Y/n!” A barkeep behind the bar rants, “Oi! You, go get Y/n.”

Not even the other barkeep’s knew where you were at. You weren’t here. You were always on time. Why the fuck were you not here? Where the fuck were you at?

Feeling his temper bubbling with each second that he doesn’t see you, the loud slamming of a door fills the tavern, nobody paying any mind to it. Seeing you walk inside all soaked from the rain, he instantly calms down at sight of you. 

Slowly trailing his eyes over your soaked figure, you look ethereal like this. Hair all soaked and clothes sticking to you like a second skin, accentuating  your curves. Feeling a presence beside him, he snaps out of his daze, seeing some other barkeep trying to speak to him.

“Can I⎯” 

“No, no, her. I want her.” He orders, pointing at you. 

Watching as you dried yourself off with a rag, he smirks at how your linen underskirt was practically sheer. He wondered, if he spilled his seed in you, would a bastard grow in your belly? Would then he be able to whisk you away to the Red Keep, far far away from the drunks and fools that surrounded you both? After all, you would be so grateful for him to do such a thing. You, some lowborn common folk girl, getting the luxury of carrying his child in your belly. 

“Bring me her. I will take nothing but what she brings to me.” He orders.

Feeling a familiar pair of predatory eyes on you, you slowly turn around to see the now King, watching you. He sat at the same table as always, in the center where he and those silvery locks could be gawked at. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you watch as R/n walks away from the table, rolling her eyes hard with a scowl. Cocking her head to Aegon, you didn’t even have to ask to understand that he had rejected her. 

Wiping your hands dry with the rag, your eyes locked onto Aegon’s, e/c meeting predatory violet eyes. Shivering at the gaze, R/n motions for you to go to him with a cock of her head, her iration clear as day at not getting any coin from him. Mustering up your courage, you walk over to him, coming face-to-face for the first time ever. He was a lot more handsome up close. Alluring violet eyes, silvery white Targaryen hair and pouty lips. 

“Do you wish to make your King happy?” He asked, his voice rough and low.

“I do, your grace.” You nod, “ How can I be of service to you?”

“I can think of many ways.”

Growing tense at the lewd comment, you shift in place, unsure if he was jesting with you or if he was being serious. You have never spoken to him up to this point, just watching from afar or in passing. You could not tell. Chewing on your bottom lip a little nervously, he places a hand on your waist, letting out a full belly laugh. Weakly nodding unsure, he slowly trails his hand down to your hip, not quite inappropriate but not appropriate at the same time. 

“Can I get you some ale, your grace?” You ask, attempting to change the subject.

“No.”

“Or mayhaps some bread from the kitchen?” You try again, “I am sure we can find something for you if that is what you desire.”

“No.”

Blushing under his intense gaze, he slowly stands up from his seat, looking like a predator stalking its prey. Tilting your head up as he towers over you, you resist the urge to cower, not wanting him to see your fear. In your time working here you learned men tended to like seeing women cower, it was like a game to them. Softly gulping as he digs his nails into your hip, a voice in the back of your head tells you to run away, that he was dangerous. But, your legs would not let you move. 

“Your grace?” You whisper, your voice weak. 

“Then you will not scream, cry, or protest as I take you back to the Red Keep.” He whispers, “I would hate to have to kill you when I have just gotten you within my grasp. Now walk, my little rabbit.”

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@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

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@nightvers

[thatlotuscookie]

Hi Hypno. I'd love a Natsu x Reader (Female) where he’s being overprotective and kind of clueless about why it’s embarrassing her in front of the guild, but it turns into this cute confession in the end and they start dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n : hihi! I hope you enjoyed this super cute and protective Natsu! I wanted to capture that fiery energy of his, but with a dash of sweet fluff. I'm also not too familiar with Fairy Tail, so apologies in advance. Thank you for the request<3

✧ Title: ✧ Overprotective Flames ✧ ✧ Characters: Natsu Dragneel x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: You asked Natsu to walk you to the guild hall, and what you got was an overprotective dragon slayer scaring everyone off. You didn't expect his actions to lead to a heartfelt confession, but maybe there’s more behind his behavior than you thought. ✧ Content/Tags: Overprotective Natsu, Fluff, Confession, Mutual Pining, Slight Embarrassment, Best Friends to Lovers, Guild Dynamics ✧ WC: 987 words // 5.5k chars

You were starting to regret asking Natsu to walk with you to the guild hall today.

What had started as a normal day had quickly turned into a public display of just how protective your best friend could be. The moment you two had stepped into the guild, Natsu had stuck to you like glue—literally hovering over your shoulder, making comments whenever anyone so much as glanced your way.

“Oi, Gajeel! What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” Natsu growled when the Iron Dragon Slayer walked by, offering you nothing more than a passing nod of acknowledgment.

“Relax, Flame Brain,” Gajeel grumbled, not even bothering to look back as he made his way to the bar. “Ain’t nobody interested in your girl.”

Your cheeks flamed at that. Your girl? Gajeel’s words stuck with you, even though you knew that wasn’t how Natsu saw you. At least, you thought he didn’t. He was just being… well, Natsu—fiercely protective over his friends. You knew that much about him.

Still, today felt different. Like maybe he was going a little overboard.

“U-Um, Natsu, it’s okay,” you whispered, trying to wave off his aggression with a nervous smile. “Gajeel wasn’t even—”

“Wasn’t what?” Natsu interrupted, turning to you with a serious expression. “He was lookin’ at you funny. You think I’m gonna let that slide?”

You sighed, feeling the familiar weight of eyes from across the guild hall. You could practically hear the others whispering amongst themselves, and it only made your face heat up more. Why was Natsu acting like this in front of everyone?

You loved him—liked him, you corrected yourself quickly—but this was just embarrassing. The last thing you needed was for the whole guild to think you were helpless and needed a dragon slayer to fight your battles for you.

“Lucy, help me out here,” you pleaded under your breath, shooting a desperate glance at the celestial mage sitting nearby. Lucy gave you a sympathetic smile, but she clearly wasn’t going to interfere. She probably thought it was cute.

Well, you didn’t.

“Oi, Gray, keep your shirt on and your eyes off her,” Natsu barked, his eyes flashing as Gray walked in your direction, hands in his pockets.

“I wasn’t even—” Gray began, but Natsu cut him off with a huff, stepping between the two of you.

“Yeah, well, you better not be,” Natsu snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Natsu, please,” you whispered, “you’re embarrassing me.”

Natsu blinked at you, his sharp gaze softening slightly. “What? Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off, biting your lip. How were you supposed to explain that everyone was staring, that your crush on him was already making it hard to breathe, and now he was drawing even more attention to the both of you?

Natsu frowned, his expression genuinely confused. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, (Y/N). You know I don’t want anyone messin’ with you.”

“I know that,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “But you don’t have to scare off everyone. They’re just our friends.”

He scratched his head, looking utterly clueless. “But I don’t want any of ‘em getting ideas. You’re too important to me for that.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, and you glanced up at him, eyes wide. “I… I am?”

“‘Course you are,” Natsu said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His gaze softened again, a warm grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why else d’you think I’d be so protective? You’re… special.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was again—another hint that maybe he didn’t just see you as a friend. Maybe all this overprotectiveness wasn’t just about keeping you safe; maybe it was because he cared about you in a different way.

But you still weren’t sure, and the uncertainty gnawed at you. “Natsu,” you began cautiously, “are you being overprotective because… you like me?”

He stared at you for a moment, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head as he processed the question. Then, a slow, sheepish grin spread across his face. “I… yeah, I guess I am.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “R-Really?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t realize it at first, but I think… I’ve always liked you, (Y/N). I just didn’t know how to say it.”

You blinked at him in disbelief. Natsu Dragneel, the guy you had been crushing on for ages, liked you back?

Before you could respond, Natsu took a step closer, his expression serious but warm. “I don’t want anyone else even thinkin’ about you that way, y’know? You’re mine.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your face heat up all over again. “I… I’ve liked you for a while too, Natsu,” you admitted shyly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natsu’s eyes lit up, and his grin widened. “You do?”

You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips despite your embarrassment. “Yeah.”

Natsu’s expression softened, and before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, warm hug, pulling you against his chest. “That’s awesome, (Y/N),” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so glad.”

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with happiness as you hugged him back. “Me too.”

“Guess that means we’re dating now, huh?” Natsu said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes, his grin as wide as ever.

You blushed, but nodded. “I guess it does.”

Natsu’s smile turned even softer, and he leaned in, pressing a quick, warm kiss to your forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting anyone else get close to you from now on.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling lighter than you had in days. “You’re still overprotective.”

“Damn right I am,” Natsu said proudly. “But now I’ve got a reason.”

[cheeseatlantic]

me personally u wojld catdh me gnawing on his arm like a dog worh a bone.

SKIBIDI TOILET

sunshine!char x grumpy!user

You were sitting at the corner of the mess hall, eyes narrowed, pretending to read but more so glaring at the pages than actually absorbing anything. The quiet hum of the room and the clatter of trays didn’t help with your mood—nothing ever did, honestly. Your team was all too chipper this morning, and it was starting to get on your nerves.

“Aw, come on,” a familiar, chipper voice interrupted your thoughts.

You didn’t look up, but you knew it was Johnny. His heavy boots thudded on the floor as he approached, the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee trailing behind him. You could almost hear that grin in his voice.

“You’re all sulky today, eh? Got a bad night’s sleep?” His voice was annoyingly bright, like a ray of sunshine in your storm cloud of frustration.

You huffed and turned the page of your book, but you weren’t really reading. “No, just enjoying the peace and quiet. Which you’re ruining,” you muttered.

Johnny plopped down in the chair across from you, his presence overwhelming as always. He sat with that easy, contagious grin plastered on his face, almost as if it were permanent. You weren’t sure how he did it, how he was always so annoyingly positive. It was a curse.

“Come on, lass/lad, you know you’re too tough to let a little chatter get to you. What’s eatin’ ya?” He leaned in a little, his eyes sparkling with that damned optimism of his.

You shot him a glance, irritation bubbling. “Maybe I’m just sick of you acting like everything’s a joke, MacTavish.”

His grin faltered for half a second, but only half. “Oi, no need to be so grumpy about it.” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and looking entirely too comfortable. “But, if you’re really that upset, I could make it better.”

You raised an eyebrow, lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah? How?”

John’s grin returned in full force, and if you didn’t know better, you’d swear he looked like he was planning something.

“Well, I could tell you a joke,” he started, his voice sing-songy. You didn’t even need to hear the rest—you already knew where this was going. You were about to be subjected to one of his ridiculous, cheesy jokes.

You sighed, setting the book down. “I swear to God, MacTavish, if you—”

“Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” he asked, almost bouncing in his seat like an excited puppy.

You didn’t even want to engage, but it was too late. “I don’t know. Why?”

“’Cause they don’t have the guts!” John finished, practically bursting into laughter at his own punchline.

You stared at him, deadpan. There was a long, awkward pause before you let out an exaggerated sigh. “That was awful.”

“Hey, I thought it was brilliant!” His laughter was like sunshine breaking through the clouds, and you could practically feel it lifting the air in the room. It made your scowl feel… out of place.

You shook your head, trying to fight the involuntary twitch of your lips. “You’re lucky you’re funny sometimes.”

“Ha! I knew you liked it,” he teased, giving you a wink. “C’mon, I can see you fighting it. A little smile wouldn’t kill ya.”

You glared at him, but you couldn’t hold it for long. That damn grin of his, so full of warmth, started to break through your icy exterior. “Don’t push your luck, MacTavish.”

He leaned in closer, eyes softening, not giving up. “You know, I might just be the sunshine to your storm, love.”

“You’re more like an annoying little ray of light that refuses to go away,” you muttered, but even you knew it was a lie. The truth was, he had a way of brightening everything—whether you liked it or not. He was just that damn persistent.

John’s grin softened, and his voice became quieter, almost tender. “Only ‘cause I know you’re worth it.”

The words hit you unexpectedly, your heart doing a little flip in your chest. You glared at him, but it was more out of habit than anything else. “Stop trying to make me all soft, MacTavish.”

“I’m not trying,” he said, giving you a sideways glance. “I just know you’re not as tough as you pretend to be.”

You didn’t respond right away, too busy trying to ignore the warmth spreading in your chest. You weren’t sure what it was about him—his smile, his attitude, or the way he always seemed to see right through you—but damn it if he didn’t have an uncanny way of getting under your skin.

“Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms, though your lips betrayed you with a tiny curve. “Maybe I’ll stop being so grumpy.”

John’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “I knew it! You can’t resist the sunshine, eh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say, sunshine.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, clapping his hands together with a loud slap. He reached for his coffee cup, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Want to go grab some food after this? Maybe that’ll put that scowl away for good.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, pretending to consider it before finally giving in. “But if you tell any more terrible jokes, I’m leaving you to eat alone.”

John laughed loudly, his carefree attitude like a warm breeze on a cold day. “Deal. I’ll save you from the skeletons, promise.”

You leaned back in your chair, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. For once, his sunshine wasn’t so bad. Maybe that was just another thing you’d have to get used to.

stream i swear by the minions for more (proof)

[insomniactic-daydream]

Really?- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Part 5)

<- (Previous Part 4)

Summary: Y/n and Bakugo being supportive love sick idiots. (I'm too lazy to write a summary rn)

"What is this shit? Why is the fabric weird?"

"Those are your gloves. They'll help you adjust to the seasonal changes. Warmer in the winter and even more sweat in these warmer temperatures.

It's made with metal thread produced by yours truly. That way, they dont wear out easily." you say while tidying up some screws.

Bakugo's questioning has been going on for the last few minutes. If you didn't know better, you'd think he's trying to take your place in the support course. You swear he's taking up all the oxygen in the unventilated shed; nothing but an open window.

"You spent time sewing this shit together after creating the thread?"

"I am the best, aren't I?" You say, looking up from the gauntlets to meet his eyes with a smirk. He quickly turns his head in another direction, avoiding being caught flustered.

"Tch, as if. I just didn't think you losers had to put together so much shit just for one hero's gear." He grumbles, taking on a new appreciation to support course people and workers.

"Well, now you know not to be cheap when it comes to your agency's gear in the future, right Number One?" You say before grabbing the gloves and one of his arms.

You slip his hands into the fingerless gloves; shockingly compliant. Meanwhile, Bakugo is wondering how the hell your hands are so soft given your job. One of the pros of having a lava quirk.

"Tch damn right, nerd. Now the hell are we doing now?" He says, eyeing Y/n's calm and zone in look on her face.

"Do you ever stop asking questions? We're assembling your shit together already. If anything too tight or loose, tell me, and I'll adjust it. " You say as he examines the gauntlets on his arms, opening and closing his fists.

"One of the rings for my ultimate blast is a bit snug. It's making harder to pull on to activate it." He says while Y/n grabs the defective gauntlet pulling out the ring.

Y/n also grabs his hand again while heating up the ring with her quirk and goes to the finger in question; which so happens to be his ring finger.

"Oi, what the hell do yo -" Bakugo says in fear for his finger to be charred off or 3rd degree burns at least. He pauses as he realizes the ring is also being cooled down with your ice quirk.

"What too soon for you to say yes?" you say through a chuckle, jokingly makes it seem she's proposing to him.

That's when Bakugo quirk goes off, earning a little harmless explosion to Y/n's face. Even Bakugo was not sure he meant to do that, but he quickly composed himself.

"You're an idiot." He says, rolling his eyes and his face away from you. You let out a giggle.

"What? If this this career doesn't work out for me I had to make sure I'm rich somehow." She says sarcastically.

"Your father is literally loaded, dumbass." He says to you; now chuckling at your stupid joke. Totally forgetting that you almost burned his finger off. (He's being overdramatic)

You were an idiot he thought. But something warm erupted in his chest, thinking about your unwavering confidence in him to be number one in the future.

You always refer to his goal as something you believe he can actually achieve. You don't criticize his personality or tell him it's impossible with an ego like his. You actually think he's going to be someone big someday.

And if he were honest with himself, he wouldn't mind if you're there when he does make his dream a reality.

"Hm, I guess you're right." You say laughing, and you help him reattach parts of the gauntlets.

"Besides, you're not half bad at this shit. I don't think you'll fail even if you tried." He grumbles softly, almost embarrassed he's complimenting you.

"Guess I proved myself to you, huh then number one?" You look up to make eye contact with him.

He stares back intensely. Like a trance, he can't shake off.

"I guess you did, idiot." He says softly. He admit he had his reservations about you, but you ended up proving him wrong in the such short duration of time you've known each other.

The room falls silent for a while. Nobody mentioned the moment that just happened between them. Too stubborn to say the obvious.

"So why the support course? And how come not your brother too?" Bakugo says, clearing his throat into a new conversation. Y/n, let's out a pondering hum.

"Hm, well, I did get my quirk a little later than him. I was always around my dad, but he only focused on training Shoto for the time being."

"I'd usually stay around the agency when I was younger while my mother took care of my siblings at home. That's how I ended being looked after by the agency's support crew." You say with a shrug.

The information made Bakugo uneasy. How come your mother didn't take care of you? But your speaking cut off his thoughts.

"From then, I already learned the basics. And so, even when my quirk came and my dad pushed me towards becoming a hero, I knew that I wanted to make support gear. And I wanted to be the best at it." You say with a smile as you adjust the newly fitted ring back into the now newly completed gauntlets.

"Well, if my gauntlets serve any proof, I'd say your smartass is already halfway there." Bakugo says wholeheartedly to you. Hoping his words gave you an ounce of confidence you've given him.

"Really?"

"Really"

"Guess I should charge you extra then, huh? I mean, I'm going to be in pretty high demand then."

"You know what. I take it back."

As if he wouldn't pay top dollar for you if that were the case.

(Part 6) ->

I literally cringed writing this. Idk why I can't write lovey stuff 😭

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[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

...may i interest you guys in the idea of vatican trio ot3

vatican trio angst is the two of them being the same cheery goofy guys round after round after round while tesilid increasingly becomes gloomy and suicidal, weighed down by the experience of dozens of deaths that no doubt include theirs.

hestio & ephael see tesilid come home from greenwalle one day and no longer really recognise this guy anymore, what on earth happened to him? knowing him well enough that they can immediately tell that this taciturn guy is acting off, but not having any way of knowing what he went through because it all happened in a timeline you have no access to.

you're the same cheerful guys as you have always been, and the childhood friend you've stuck to since the three of you were 10 is suddenly out of reach.

he's always been standoffish but now feels different. you have no way of knowing. and he can't talk.

[ourlittleuluru]

This is gonna be one of the rare "lemme yap about a 4* memory" because the new Promise cards now have this whole "animated" storyline thing going :c

(but also thanks to @rose-tinted-kalopsia X'D)

NGL... Somehow listening... uh .... running through this story, made me feel like I'm starting to feel just a tiny bit sick 🤣

(I was about to fall sick with like sore throat and headaches like about a week ago but I managed... to uh... like Xavier, sleep it off. I think it might be coming back again somehow)

In summary! I! HECKING! LOVE! THIS! MEMORY!

the domestic fluff along with their usual banter is just so cute! And and around near the end when Xavier is just being cheeky! Along with one of the rarer times when one gets to see MC just kind of. Not hold back on wanting Xavier's company is SO CUTE I CAN'T 😭

You know the drill! Spoilers under the cut (ヘ･_･)ヘ┳━┳

OKAY FIRST OFF... XAVIER YOU! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could NOT keep it together! Just this man being so childish about his fever and MC needing to just put their foot down

Xavier... what are you doingggg 😭 just let yourself be taken care of!

NEXT TIME?! THERE IS NO NEXT TIME SIR >:C

THIS PART HAD ME CACKLING I CANT EVEN 🤣🤣🤣🤣

And this line tho...

firstly... OI (σ｀д′)σ u wanna pick a fight?

but secondly. this says quite a bit. About how after meeting MC, his guard is down more than ever. He doesn't need to force himself to stay strong all the time. That he now has someone he fully trusts and rely on 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

And now here comes Xavier, smooth as usual. But the fact that he ACTUALLY admitted it ToT

MC... I think this comes as NO SURPRISE??? ToT

You literally be hugging a sick person! of course you're gonna fall sick! Plus getting soaked in the rain! No wonder!

MC getting so antsy when Xavier doesn't reply... and when their phone pings, it was like... the disappointment was immeasurable 🤣

😩 same MC.... same...

And the return of Becky! for like... 2 lines lmao

Though MC must be pretttttty sick... to be this delirious ToT

But it's still cute. Plus, added bonus with the scenarios later TwT

😭😭😭 I feel like this applies to irl delulu moments fr. But if we turn off our phone, we won't get to see him... asdfghjkl

This had me for a moment 🥺 flash back to like Close Feelings Tender moment

And immediately 🤣

No explosions so... I guess he might've accidentally charred the porridge or something then. Oh poor Xavier. He sounded to sad there like. he really wanted to make MC something himself 🥺 aww baby.... you'll learn how to cook properly... someday... surely...........

Cute but that's just... how falling sick works LMAO

THEM PARROTING EACH OTHER AGAINNNNNN

MC just being the childish one now while Xavier has to coax MC into taking the meds 🥺

The way Xavier and MC, through out their storyline, it's just so much of mirroring each other. I recall there was some saying about it... brain can't remember it atm

闪来了！Though MC clinging onto Xavier, thinking this Xavier they're interacting with is just what they have been thinking or wanting... Feels a bit like MC to some extent, felt like there's a bit of a gap between them? Maybe just a small one where something is not meeting their... expectations? Is that the right word?

Xavier... then what else are you asking for??? ToT

The way MC takes it as a challenge thoooooo

AHHHHHH the teasing and banterrrrrrr

like what is this! why so cute! ლ(•̀Д•́ლ) they way Xavier casually just... suggests that he comes up with something and kisses MC's forehead asdfghjkllllll

(don't) STOP BEING SO SMOOTH

MC feeling shy all of a sudden from ittttt. And Xavier what you mean that's the most exciting thing?! asdghkjl o(--(

the yearning is real

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

WHY IS XAVIER PURPOSELY SPEAKING SO SLOWLY (at least in the CN dub) IN REPLY TO MC! ToT HE'S TEASING AGAIN

And Xavier, even out on a mission still thinks so much about MC T^T

ahhhh the ending is just... so sweet please. I'm gonna get sugar overdose thanks to these two!!!

[fortunefavourstheboldau]

chapter 1: a familiar sunrise

"Audaces fortuna juvat, Grant."

The voice crooned, echoing around his skull. Curly’s eyes fluttered open, the forgotten warmth of a blanket weighing on his still tired body. His uniform still lay there, crinkled and sweat-soaked from presumably either another nightmare or from laying awake, unwilling to let himself fall victim to whatever Jimmy wished to do to him again. He’d told himself time and time again that it wasn’t normal for a friend to need to do that to him, that Jimmy just wanted to use him and that he didn’t care about him; but the voice in the back of his head always whimpered that he surely cares because he takes the effort to abuse him. But... Jimmy was nice sometimes. Sometimes when Curly was sick, he'd bring him lukewarm soup with a dirty bowl, but, hey it's the idea that counts? Right? He laid there, conflicted. Did he really think Jimmy cared about him, after everything? Was it some stupid thoughts from a past self echoing through his heart? He'd feel incredibly stupid if it was how he really felt. God, sometimes he couldn't recognise himself in the mirror after Jimmy was done with him. He'd always been known as a well-built, tough guy, so seeing the fragile, tear-stained face that probably should've shaved a long time ago staring back at him embarrassed him more than anything. A face more horrifying than that was his charred, burnt flesh and exposed teeth staring back at him. He hated it when Jimmy would grab Anya's mirror and force him to look at the failure of a captain he'd become. The only thing that remained the same were the piercing blue eyes, a harsh icy blue glinting back at him. Everyone always told him how it felt like he was staring through them, but he always laughed it off, not really caring for the specifics. He sat up, looking at his hands. Oh, how he'd missed having skin, and hands, and feet - Curly missed having control over his own body. He'd gotten too used to talking to himself in his skull, it made Curly feel like he was going mental, but he'd just accepted it. But.. Was he in a dream? Weird to put him back on the Tulpar if he was. A couple rough knocks echoed from his door. Probably Swansea wanting him to send Daisuke on a unnecessary job just so he could get a break from the boy's constant talking. Curly yawned, and got up, stripping yesterday's uniform and replacing it with a cleaner, longer version. Even in a dream, he didn't want to risk unnecessary attention to himself.

"Oi, Curls! What time do you call this?"

Fuck. He glanced at the calendar sitting on his desk. 3 weeks before the crash?

"Coming Jimmy. No need to get your knickers in a twist, mate."

He opened the door, greeted by a grinning Jimmy in a surprisingly freshly washed uniform. Normally it took Jimmy a little longer than normal to wash his clothes and bathe himself.

"Careful, Anya's gonna call you in for another psych eval if you keep staying in your room for so long. Everyone knows you don't sleep, you have darker undereyes than all of us combined!"

Jimmy put his hand on Curly's shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

"I don't want to watch our brilliant captain fall weakness to laziness, and neither do the crew, Curls. We're all sooo worried about you. "

Curly laughed meekly, shrugging off Jimmy's hand.

"Haha, very funny Jimmy. I'm fine, just couldn't.. find a clean uniform this morning. Laundry day came sooner than I expected."

Jimmy snickered and turned around, before walking off. Curly sighed in relief, looking around the dining room - Swansea sat in his usual chair, reading through an old textbook he was presumably going to lend to Daisuke, swirling the remainder of a cup of coffee. Daisuke was nowhere to be seen, but Curly assumed he was off in the utility room working on his new worksheets Swansea had found. Anya sat nearby Swansea, flicking through old photos on her camera, and sometimes turning it to him to show him photos of the beginning of the trip. Curly walked over to the two of them, knees cracking as he moved. Probably would need to get Anya to look at it, but he wasn't gonna bother, dream or not.

"Morning everyone. I hope you all slept well?"

Anya flinched, glancing up at him. She laughed, embarrassed. Swansea looked up at him and grunted in acknowledgement before looking back down.

"Hey Captain. Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a second. Did you sleep in late?"

"Huh? Oh uh... Yeah. I guess."

Anya squinted at him, scanning his face.

"You don't sound certain in that, and I know you have insomnia. What were you doing in there?"

Curly laughed nervously, walking over to the still working coffee machine. This all felt a little too real to be a dream. Jeez, what god had he unknowingly devoted himself to now? Could it be time-travel? No. No that would be ridiculous. He'll bring it up with Anya later. She'll probably tell him it was all some mental delusions he was having. Yeah. That sounded a lot better than "Hey Curly, you daft twat, you're now in debt to a god.'' Still, the thought lingered at the back of his mind.

"Hey, Earth to Curly? You in there?"

He blinked, only now realising Anya was standing in front of him, waving her hand across his vision.

"Ah. Yeah, yeah I mean it. I'm fine Anya."

"Still not answering my question, Grant. What took you 3 hours to do in there? You're always out at 4, maybe 5 am if you decide to shower."

She smiled softly, lowering her hand.

"I'm not going to push it, but you know evaluations are coming up tomorrow; right? You're worrying me."

Curly smiled back at her, deciding he'd lighten the mood by poking a little fun at her. He put his finger up, changing his voice to sound a hell of a lot nerdier than it normally could go.

"Erhm ackshually, evals are coming up tomoz, Anya."

She chuckled, jokingly slapping him.

"You're a dickhead, you know that, right?"

"Yeah I know. I'm funny though."

Curly grins, grabbing his cup of coffee, and sitting himself up on the counter. Anya shakes her head at him jokingly, before turning around and grabbing her camera off the table. Swansea nodded at the two of them before walking off.

"You should look at this photo I've got of when I first boarded. You look so happy there!"

He looked down at the photo. In it, he had his arm around Anya, and a massive grin plastered on his face. He appeared to have recently gotten a haircut, so his golden mop was more of a polished army cut. Anya seemed similarly happy, long black hair tied up in a loose messy bun, cheeks red from presumed cold. Curly smiled, and put his arm around her, replicating the pose in the photo.

"You reckon anything's changed, Anya?"

"Yeah, you're a sad sack of shit now!"

She smirked, looking up at him.

"Heyy, that's not fair! You know the shenanigans that Daisuke somehow gets up to when Big Swan isn't looking."

"Can't blame the wee little intern, senior Captain Curly."

He faked a gasp, clutching his chest, elbow unfortunately cracking as he moved it.

"Senior? I'm only 35! Swansea's 57!"

"Grant, I'd love to go along with your idea of you being a spring chicken buut your elbow cracked, you old dog."

He scoffed, standing up. Anya laughed, setting her camera down on the counter after stretching.

"Well, senior Captain Curly, I've got responsibilities calling. Enjoy your coffee!" 

"It was nice talking to you Anya. I really missed it."

Her eyebrows furrowed at that comment, but she quickly let it go, deciding it'd be a tomorrow thing.

Curly walked over to the lounge, stepping aside to avoid the broken section of the sofa. He'd once been desperate to fix it, but Pony Express would even take complaints out of his paycheck, so he'd given it up. Sipping his now lukewarm coffee, he stared out into the artificial baby blue abyss. Fuck, he'd missed just being able to talk to his crew. He hated being stuck there, unable to give them a response, even when they sat there talking to him about everything. They'd all kept him alive even though they'd believed he was the one to crash the ship. He was sure that had happened. Though, he wasn't entirely sure whatever situation he was in now was real, however. His limbs felt like how they had before, and his face looked how it should, but he didn't feel real. Had he really spent 3 hours staring at the ceiling? Curly had never really had severe mental delusions - he'd had numerous panic attacks, and dissociated whenever he got into bed - but he'd never hallucinated months of torture?

Maybe Jimmy was right. Maybe he really was falling off the deep end, once and for all.

fic link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/61405324/chapters/157008094

[capitapassharinha]

❛   imagino   que   nem   pessoas   do   mundo   normal   eram   até   uns   dias   atrás   .   ❜            ela   rebate   ,   contudo   ,   não   existe   atrevimento   em   suas   palavras   quando   o   absurdo   no   que   diz   não   escapa   dos   próprios   ouvidos   .   e   ao   estudar   o   homem   ao   seu   lado   ,   não   consegue   evitar   invejar   a   naturalidade   com   o   qual   encara   aquilo   tudo   .   por   mais   que   sasha   esteja   ali   ,   vendo   tudo   com   seus   próprios   olhos   ,   sua   ficha   não   caí   !   porque   aceitar   que   está   no   meio   de   uma   terra   de   faz   de   conta   ,   cercada   de   personagens   fictícios   ,   um   desconhecido   seminu   e   sereias   que   aparentemente   fazem   bico   de   guias   turísticas   ,   tendo   que   cogitar   se   os   tubarões   dali   seguem   a   mesma   dieta   vegetariana   de   procurando   nemo   ,   é   uma   opção   tão   bizarra   que   simplesmente   não   consegue   !

desta   forma   ,   sasha   se   limita   a   respirar   fundo   e   mais   uma   vez   é   pega   de   surpresa   com   o   quão   agradável   o   ar   ali   é   .   é   uma   das   vantagens   de   um   mundo   inventado   ,   supõem   ,   tudo   ali   é   absolutamente   perfeito   .   e   esta   constatação   é   o   suficiente   para   trazer   a   tona   o   pensamento   mais   temido   :   sua   mãe   adoraria   estar   ali   .   é   quase   algo   saído   de   seus   desenhos   e   a   constatação   dói   tanto   que   ela   enfia   a   constatação   tão   fundo   quanto   pode   .            ❛   é   ,   você   ‘ tá   certo   !   ❜            é   o   que   responde   ,   tão   rápido   que   ainda   meneava   o   rosto   .   será   que   estava   mesmo   ?   a   bem   da   verdade   ,   nem   concorda   tanto   assim   com   ele   ,   mas   qualquer   coisa   parece   melhor   do   que   ficar   ali   chorando   com   areia   no   rabo   .   bem   ,   quase   …            ❛   err   .   curiosidade   :   você   acha   que   isso   aqui   é   limitado   a   desenhos   ?   porque   eu   uma   vez   namorei   um   cara   metido   a   streamer   e   lembro   mais   ou   menos   dele   jogar   subnautica   e   …   ❜               o   resto   da   frase   é   largado   no   ar   enquanto   sua   face   se   contorce   numa   careta   .   tudo   bem   que   só   lembra   mesmo   que   tinham   uns   monstros   aquáticos   horríves   e   que   foi   um   desses   que   matou   kristen   stewart   naquele   filme   debaixo   d’agua   e   que   com   certeza   esse   tipo   de   natureza   lovecraftiana   poderia   muito   bem   se   encaixar   na   área   cinza   de   assassinato   mas   não   exatamente   …            ❛   não   .   não   !   desculpa   ,   me   desculpa   .   meu   cérebro   que   é   assim   ,   mas   tudo   bem   .   vai   dar   tudo   certo   .   ainda   mais   se   a   diversidade   ainda   não   tiver   chegado   no   fundo   do   mar   !   ❜            sasha   tenta   se   assegurar   ,   mas   não   tem   nem   um   segundo   de   paz   antes   de   perceber   o   quão   ruim   sua   fala   soa   .

❛   não   que   eu   não   seja   a   favor   dela   !!!   claro   que   não   !   só   quis   dizer   que   apesar   do   seu   sotaque   não   funcionar   debaixo   d’água   ,   você   até   que   é   bonitinho   ,   então   quem   sabe   as   sereias   focam   em   você   se   tiverem   afim   de   um   rolê   mais   foclór —   meu   deus   !   ❜            e   lá   vai   ela   de   novo   .   dessa   vez   nem   tenta   lutar   ,   apenas   enfia   o   rosto   entre   as   mãos   ,   sem   pressa   para   retirá - lo   dali   .   talvez   aqueles   monstros   não   sejam   tão   ruins   assim   ….            ❛   me   desculpe   .   eu   não   quis   dizer   que   vou   te   tacar   nas   sereias   .   eu   juro   que   não   !   eu   só   falo   demais   quando   estou   estressada   .   mas   prometo   que   não   vou   falar   mais   nada   !   eu   só   vou   ..   é   .   ❜         e   com   isso   ,   ela   volta   sua   atenção   para   o   traje   que   usa   ,   tentando   desamarrar   as   fivelas   e   soltar   os   botões   do   que   deveria   ser   a   representação   de   um   presente   de   natal   de   praticantes   de   bdsm   em   silêncio   ,   até   estar   somente   com   o   vestido   de   forro   que   usava   por   baixo   de   tudo   .            ❛   vamos   ....   ?   ❜

writing to @sashvmiamaldicoado that said ' are you scared? 'cause i'm scared '

planning to swimming with the mermaids

               a ideia de nadar com as sereias poderia, e seria, aterrorizante para ele caso elas fossem como em piratas do caribe porém todas que haviam encontrado apesar de meios irritadas não pareciam querer devora-lo então acreditava que estava a salvo o suficiente para arriscar. além disto, merlin não os colocaria em perigo sem saber as consequências, certo? bom, esperava que sua lógica estava correta pois aquela altura estava sentado na areia tirando os sapatos e pensando se deveria ficar apenas de cueca ou seguir com a calça por não entender se ele teria seu momento "percy jackson" onde apesar de estar na água sairia dela com as roupas secas. a voz ao seu lado, por outro lado, chamou sua atenção e o fez olhar para .. sabrina? sasha? ele realmente precisava gravar o nome de todo mundo em algum momento, enquanto isto evitaria apostar em um dos dois e apenas desviou o olhar pras sereias que os aguardavam na água antes de responder.          ❛ duvido que assassinato seja aceito neste reino e merlin iria surtar com as consequências que a morte de um de nós poderia causar então ❜         deu de ombros antes de voltar sua atenção novamente a suas roupas, optando por manter as calças e torcer para não sair andando com roupas molhadas pelo festival depois.         ❛ falando sério, quando teremos a chance de nadar com sereias novamente? as vezes vale a pena o risco por boas experiências! ❜

[swirling-romantics]

Remus woke up cold and alone. 

Those fucking pricks.

He stirs in the empty bed before ultimately getting up and taking Evan’s midnight blue blanket with him.

Smelling pancakes mid-char, Remus begins to trudge to the kitchen. 

Once he finds the kitchen— getting lost along the way— he sees them; Barty is thoroughly burning the pancakes and Evan is perched happily on the island.

“You left me!” Remus groans, quickly filling the space between Evan's legs and resting his head on his stomach.

All Remus gets in response is a hum and a kiss on the top of his head.

“Oi! I want a kiss from Remus too!” Barty gasps, earning a laugh— and a kiss–- from Remus.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

Pairing:

Emmett x Abbott!Reader

Summary:

When the world ended, she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who she would always talk to at the baseball games, wondering if she would ever see him again.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Emmett is in his late 30s and Reader is in her early 20s). Both POVs. Minor angst (barely). Slight degradation. Thigh grinding. Praise kink. Breeding kink. Flashbacks in italics. Minors, dni! Note: Emmett is single and does not have children. I also tweaked some of the events from the movie in this as well as giving the Colony leader a name because I don’t recall if they ever did.

Word Count: 5.7k

Y/N Abbott was walking through the bustling crowd as she could smell the hot charcoal heating up hot dogs and hamburgers to the point it smelled charred.

It was the summer when she came back from her junior year at a university in Chicago.

She heard her name being called; she turned her head to see her mom walking towards her with a small smile. “Hey Y/N, your dad wants you over there with Regan and Beau.” 

Y/N turned her head to see Regan waving at her along with her dad at the stands; Beau was idling by them, playing with a toy he had in his hand. She chuckled, shaking her head fondly. “Alright,” she murmured softly, turning her head at her mom in acknowledgment before striding over to where they were.

She walked up the stands, maneuvering between spots she could fit through so she could sit by her family. She ruffled Beau’s hair as she passed him, Regan reached out and tugged her hand firmly to sit next to her.

Y/N grinned, “you got something you want to say?” She signed to her sister as she eased herself down onto the cool metal bench. 

Regan shook her head, ringlets bounced along with the movement. “I can’t tell you right now, but I will later.” She signed back to her quickly.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, “oh. You got me curious now. Is it about a guy?” She signed discreetly, asking her the typical question that every teenager experienced at least once in their lifetime.

Her sister nodded her head in a quick affirmative action. 

Y/N smirked before dragging her attention from her sister to her brother, Marcus who was waiting in the line for his turn to bat.

“Oi! Lee, who’s this?” A curious but loud voice could be heard from behind her.

She turned her head to see there was a man sitting at the top row of the metal tiered bleacher with some sort of shortwave radio placed next to him.

Her dad chuckled beside them, “you haven’t seen her until now because she didn’t want to be around us anymore, but this is the oldest Abbott.” He grinned with mirth in his eyes as he explained in a form of a joke causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Dad…” she muttered, feeling a secondhand embarrassment from the introductory speech before she focused on the man before her.

He was wearing the dark colored cap with a denim blue form fitting dress shirt; a tattoo could be seen peeking out on his upper bicep underneath his shirt. However, what drew her attention was how intense of the color of his eyes.

Icy blue. 

She could feel her cheeks staining in slight pink when she noticed that he was raking his eyes over her, a small but genuine smile as he raised his hand to her in a form of a handshake.

She reached out, clasping it with hers. His skin was calloused in some areas which told her that he had done some extensive labor for a living. 

“I’m Y/N,” she said quietly.

 His eyes were piercing as he spoke to her with a low voice, “nice to meet you, I’m Emmett.”

She nodded in acknowledgment before releasing his hand, turning her face to the baseball field in front of her.

Y/N didn’t think someone like him would pique her interest since he resembled to one of those mechanic guys at the only mechanic shop in Millbrook town. However, her eyes kept straying from the baseball field to him every now and then as she kept telling herself he did not fit in her type.

On day four hundred and seventy-four, Y/N found herself nearly yelping when she felt a hand wrapped around her mouth, her eyes widened in sheer terror in response when she saw a man in a filthy but familiar cap and rugged bandana covering half of his face.

He whispered inaudibly into her ear, shushing her very gently. “I got you.” 

She immediately recognized his voice, being able to place the owner as Emmett. The man who never left her mind.

She swallowed and nodded, somehow looking at him gave her a sense of relief, then he took her where he sent her mom and her siblings down in the underground of the foundry as they hid from one of the Death Angels as what her dad and the media called them such as.

She could tell what happened to him for four hundred and seventy-four days had left him with a severe cynical outlook on life, so jaded that he would say that people weren’t the same anymore ever since what happened on day one.

It was all in his eyes. The sense of tiredness, caution, and coldness in his depths.

Not without a slight regret when his gaze were on her as he told her mom that they could not stay here.

And not without a sense of disappointment she felt when she realized she may never see him again when they leave after the dawn began to break.

Only the rest of the day and night then they would need to disappear in the morning.

It wasn’t until late at night when her sister woke her up with a brief touch on her shoulder.

Y/N was once a heavy sleeper until the death angels invaded the Earth and now, she woke up to random little noises wondering if it was her last moment. 

Her eyes blinked blearily to see Regan beckoning her towards the vault. She looked around the dark dinky space after she propped herself up from her spot, observing her mom as she slept next to the makeshift crib and Marcus was sleeping on the floor by it as well.

She then walked across the space quietly before climbing in the vault, closing the heavy circular door, only leaving a few inches before turning to face her sister.

Regan was sitting at the end of the vault with the dimmed lantern, a map of New York  in front of her and the radio next to her. “I have an idea.” She signed to her, eyes peering at her expectantly. 

Y/N gave her the green light to express her idea as she sat there. Regan began to animatedly sign with eyes lightening up, pointing at a nearby island miles off the mainland of New York, referring to the potential connection of the song Beyond the Sea to the radio tower where the survivors were able to reside at. Theorizing that if she could travel across the water and use her cochlear implant to help to emit the high frequency signals to weaponize against the creatures roaming on Earth.

Y/N was already shaking her head, immediately rejecting the idea. “You can’t go,” she signed firmly. 

A pause as Regan stared at her, then displeasure rang in her eyes. 

Before she could respond, Y/N signed emphatically, “mom would worry about you whether if you’re in one piece or not. She has a baby to consider now, and she can’t take care of him if she worries about you.”

“Then you do it.” Regan’s hands were expressing her defiance sharply.

Her instinctive response was to say no because she did not want to leave her family behind. What if something were to happen to them while she was gone? What if something happened to her if she ventured out on her own.

She was going to tell her no until her dad’s scream echoed in her head. She paused; her dad would’ve wanted her to do it. To give the humanity a better chance of living after everything had been said and done.

After packing a few things that was required for survival. She placed the backpack on her back as she looked at her sister by the opening space of the foundry facing the direction they would’ve gone to if it had not been for the surprise bear trap and Emmett.

The moonlight was casting shadows on them, illuminating the darkness that the light hadn’t reached.

“You swear to not say anything and pretend not to know where I’m going?” She asked, eyebrows raising.

Regan nodded firmly; her pinky finger held out in front of her. Y/N sighed with a small smile before raising her pinky finger to return the gesture, clasping around hers loosely then she was gone, returning to the underground.

She inhaled softly, looking at the other direction where she knew Emmett was residing above the abandoned factory as he watched over the overgrown grass covering railroads before returning her gaze back to the other side. 

When the dawn broke the horizons, symbolizing four hundred and seventy-five days since the day one, Emmett ventured down the tower before returning to the underground. He heard the rushed footsteps below him as he climbed down the steel ladder.

“Y/N is gone,” Evelyn whispered frantically, eyes glimmering with slight panic. His jaw clenched down in fear, if he had more strength added to his jaw, he would’ve had an astounding dental bill. 

Stoically, he stared at the blonde-haired woman while he was dealing with the simmering fear that was causing an inner turmoil in his mind.

She continued, “She must’ve left in the middle of the night when we were sleeping. I don’t know where she went.” 

His eyes strayed from her as she continued to talk, landing on the children who were watching him with skepticism and caution. The young boy was hovering the baby as he checked on him. However, the teenaged girl was gnawing her bottom lip as her eyes barely twitched which was a dead giveaway as if she was unfazed by the news. His gut instinct had rattled at the sight of her.

A simple of the fact Regan was hiding something which meant she knew where Y/N was going.

Paper rustling slightly as Y/N aimed a flashlight at the map to see how far she ended up going from the Foundry to the abandoned building on the side of the railroad. Squinting her eyes at the words as it was eerily dark and the bright light from the metal object was not helping a bit.

Her head snapped to the right when she heard a slightest noise from somewhere. It wasn’t loud enough for a creature to come, but she knew it had meant something was lurking in the darkness.

She slowly pushed herself up from the wooden floor, standing as she aimed the flashlight in specific corners of the building.

She swallowed as the noise edged closer to where she was at.

All of sudden, a large hand clasped over her mouth and the other hand wrapped around her waist as their arm pushed them into a broad chest. Lips pressing against her ear, whispering into it before she could struggle. “Hey, hey, it’s me.” The hushed sound of his voice made her relax in his hold as she sighed inaudibly into his palm. His skin felt warm against her lips as he hadn’t released her from his chest.

Then he whispered gruffly, his fingers dug into her skin lightly as to emphasize his emotional turmoil. “Why the fuck would you leave?” 

She told him the idea her sister had with her cochlear implant. Explaining everything that occurred earlier in the morning before she left. She pointed at the map, trailing her finger from the location of where they were at to the island where Regan’s theory had a chance to be proven.

The sun rays were shining through the dirty windows the next day as she was shaken on the shoulder by a heavy movement, she opened her eyes confused until she saw him above, kneeling next to her. He mouthed that he found the Marina where the boats would reside at.

The sun was setting below the horizon by the time they arrived at the bridge before he helped her to prop herself up on the steel beam of the bridge so she could see what Emmett had found.

There were ships and boats docked at the harbor in the distance, resembling hope that they were closer to finding a solution to the end of Death Angels.

Before the world fell apart that day, she was on the edge of her seat watching the baseball game. 

“Hey, Y/N. I have a question for you.” A voice spoke up from behind her, and her lips curled before settling in a blank expression when she turned her head to see Emmett looking at her with a grin on his face.

“What is it?” 

“How do you sign the word dive?” Emmett asked, blue eyes shining with mischief and curiosity. 

She pursed her lips as she raised one of her eyebrows, “I’m going to need more context than that. Are you referring to swimming or a situation related?”

“Whatever you want to show me, sweetheart.” He said it casually, shrugging. 

Her breathing hitched slightly; red stained her skin in response. He only said the word ‘sweetheart’ whenever her family were not around them. 

She cleared her throat, chuckling slightly. “Situation wise, I would just spell the word or explain it differently in sign language. You, however, are not ready for the spelling part.” He let out a low rumbling of laughter at her teasing. She ignored how her heart went pitter patter as she continued, “swimming wise, you just do this.” She demonstrated the sign for the word he requested.

He mimicked the sign in the exact form, and she nodded, a little pleased. Realizing she was a little too pleased that she had to look away due to the indescribable expression on his face with unknown emotions in his orbs as he stared at her.

He could tell she was angry at him for how he was barely reacting, stoically looking at her. Oh, but his eyes were glimmering in pure feral rage at the treatment as one of the rugged filthy bandits dragged her down the wooden dock, away from him.

No one touched her and got away with it, not on his watch. 

He internally beckoned for her to look back at him, and somehow…somehow his prayer was answered when she turned her head to look at him once again, and he immediately clasped his palms together in a form of prayer, but he pushed his hands upwards, tilting forward before aiming down in a curve to resemble a diving position. The one thing he had always remembered before death came calling for thousands. Her eyes once twinkled in amusement as she taught him how to sign the word dive.

Who knew he would’ve been signing the same word over almost two years later, and he was filled with a sense of relief when she realized what his game plan was in terms of getting them out of the danger.

She struggled with the man who was holding her in a death grip until they edged closer to the edge of the dock before she pushed against him and threw herself into the water.

Emmett charged at him, wrapping the fishnet around his neck before maneuvering him to the metal pole, tying it to the point it had the man choking on the material around his neck.

He knew he had to get rid of the others. He could’ve left them alone he supposed but after what happened with Y/N, he wasn’t going to let them live, and there was only one way to do it.

He pulled out the weapon out of his pocket, and immediately felt a twisted sense of satisfaction of stabbing the hunting knife into the man’s thigh before twisting it in his flesh, relishing in his screams.

Once he spotted a Death Angel charging towards them while destroying the others, he released his hand off the handle of the weapon, moving away from the wounded man, and lunged himself off the dock, into the cold water below.

The chopped wood were crackling and burning in the fire pit as Y/N used the spoon to scoop the hot liquid with chopped vegetables before bringing it to her mouth. She hadn’t had a true decent soup that didn’t come straight out of the metal can in a long while. 

There were sounds of laughter and animated words shifting the surrounding which she was not used to. She was used to the quiet and few moments of screams during their final moments, and now she was sitting in front of the bonfire as people were being lively as if Death Angels had not arrived to destroy those moments.

She felt a sensation of someone’s eyes boring into the side of her head, and she dragged her gaze from the bowl to see Emmett sitting across from her, observing her with a small quirk of his lips graced on his face. When they arrived the Island, they were able to take a shower and clean up themselves, and with the option being available to him, he was able to trim his beard which made it more tame rather than unruly. 

She looked away shyly, focusing on her soup once more. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed Emmett standing up from his spot from her peripheral vision before he walked over to where she was sitting at.

She cleared her throat when he sat down next to her, placing the wool blanket on her that was originally wrapped around him. “Thank you.” She mumbled before putting down the ceramic bowl onto the bench next to her. It had felt weird speaking without mouthing the words or whispering.

He was shaking his head, “no need to thank me.” He mumbled, staring into the firepit before looking at her. “Regan was right, and-“

“We were wrong?” She asked lightly, looking at him. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, I almost thought of her to be wrong too.” She smiled wryly, “you couldn’t anything but not believe after everything that had happened.”

The next day the Colony leader, Darius took them to the radio station building to test her sister’s theory by placing the cochlear implant next to the broadcaster signal after wiring it to the microphone.

Darius informed her gently that if they were to stay on the island permanently, there were several options for living.

A few cabins in the woods up north of the island and a beach house on the east shore.

“I would like to go for the beach house,” she blurted out, blushing when she realized that she sounded a bit too thrilled at the prospect of living in a beach house especially when she had a family back in the Foundry.

Darius gave her a slight smile, “It has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, and it’ll need some fixing but-“

She shook her head and said, “I don’t care.”

Y/N had always loved staying at the beach houses whenever the Abbott family took vacations to beaches, she would sit at the deck facing the ocean whenever they were at and listen to the waves as it met the shore.

She turned her head at Emmett, “I mean…if that’s okay with you. If you don’t like the idea of a cabin then-“ she was rambling that he had to raise his finger to press against her lips to make her stop.

“I’ll stay with you and help you get the place get all fixed then I’ll go for the cabin.” He murmured with a small smile with amusement in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes. “We can go back for your family after that, yeah?” 

She stared at him before her lips curled in return while nodding. “Yeah.” She said quietly.

For approximately two weeks since life had become different, there was nothing to do  that they were able to get the house fixed up.

Despite the beach house was restored, Y/N never ended up telling Emmett to go to the cabin that could’ve been his, and he seemed like he didn’t want to leave either.

They had made plans to return to the Foundry the next day and bring her family to where she and Emmett had been living.

 Y/N was wearing sleepy shorts and a large t-shirt she had found in the laundry hamper. She had been standoffish towards Emmett all day since she woke up from her lustrous-filled dream of him holding her down and fucking her into the mattress. Poor Emmett was confused because he did not know what he did wrong, and she could not tell him why she had been acting off with him.

However, she was able to make him feel better when she offered a movie and snacks kind of night.

They settled down on the sectional couch as they watched a movie that they hadn’t watched before on a television box.

She had been lucky to find the sectional couch under the tarp when she had arrived at the beach house. It was huge; she would sit in the middle of the couch, almost closer to Emmett, and he tended to gravitate towards the chaise part of the furniture. Her heart did a little trill at the idea of him having a favorite spot on her furniture. It was almost domesticated-like in a way, making himself at home.

The noises emitted from the television speakers as the film rolled on. 

She started shifting in her spot as hot and heavy scenes began to play. That was not what she wanted to see today of all of the days.

She was horny and maddeningly frustrated which Emmett picked up on.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern in his voice as he turned his head towards her.

“Yes,” she said sharply, refusing to look at him while feeling a slight sense of regret since she hadn’t meant it in that tone.

Eventually her eyes strayed from the fuzzy television screen to the slight tan but hairy skin of his thigh that wasn’t covered by his basketball shorts.

A small whine accidentally escaped her throat while the feeling of arousal began to build making her shift in her spot some more at the sight of his lower thighs.

Before she could calm herself down, she was stunned as she felt hands wrapping around her waist and lifted her up from her spot, dragged onto the top of his thighs where she was sitting partially on his leg while her back was propped against the couch.

Feeling surprised that she momentarily forgot why she was whining and shifting in the first place as she looked at him with wide eyes.

Emmett narrowed his eyes at her, blue eyes flashed with unknown emotion, “behave.” He warned her with a stern tone as he laid his right arm on the back of the couch and his left rested on top of his other leg.

The feeling of shock faded as lust came back with vengeance, she swallowed before turning her head away to face the screen.

Then one character said something so out of left field when it comes to the woman. Said something about wanting to make her his in vivid details. The horniness increased a bit.

Emmett chuckled slightly, “hearing it on tv just makes it sound terrible.” He muttered with slight disgust in his voice.

Then she quietly asked, almost timidly. “What if you say it to someone?”

He blinked at the screen before turning his head to look at her. His eyes raked over her expression before a smirk slowly appeared on his face. “Then it would not be terrible because it means it’s true. Those actors don’t mean a damn thing what they say on tv. Feelings on tv is all artificial unlike people with real feelings.”

They stayed in the position for a little while longer while her arousal began to worsen over time due to proximity, watching the movie until Emmett shifted his leg which shifted the sleepy shorts under the curve of her ass.

She bit down her bottom lip in response, ensuring that he did not mean to do that. So, she maneuvered herself until she could sit further away from his thighs and closer to his knees which was a mistake because he had moved his leg again, nudging his knee which shifted her shorts again and she knew her wetness had seeped through. After all the sleepy shorts and underwear, she was wearing were flimsily thin.

His eyes widened in shock as he looked down to see a slightly glistening spot on his lower thigh. Then his light blue eyes darkened into a storm. “So, what you’re telling me is that you’ve been mad all day because you’re horny?” He asked, slightly in disbelief as he stared at her.

She blushed, refusing to answer him.

However, he did not need an answer from her. It was as obvious as the blue sky. He lightly dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, inhaling slowly. “Show me.” His words rumbled.

She stared at him in surprise as her breathing got caught in her lungs before she let out a low whimper.

He reached over while spreading her thighs, grabbing her towards him before his index and middle fingers curled into the shorts to pull aside the fabric to see her panty-cladded cunt. Unfortunately, the fabric was a light color so he could see how sopping wet she was.

He rumbled lightly at the sight of it, intensely transfixed on the fabric. “Your pussy’s soaking wet. How long have you been like this?” He murmured, inquiring with a question in his gaze.

She hesitated, her eyes trained on him as his ring and pinky fingers lightly grazed against the underwear which she had felt it through the fabric, and she shuddered in response as the sensation.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” He commanded while the motion of stroking her cunt became more firm through the fabric.

She closed her eyes at the pet name, “I’ve been feeling like this all day…” she mumbled, exhaling slowly as she opened her eyes.

He hummed before he finally pushed the thin damped fabric with his index and middle finger along with the shorts before using his other hand to push a finger into her.

Her hips buckled in response, gasping as she said, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled nearly breathlessly at how tight she was, “don’t be sorry.” He murmured softly, “you’re just needy, craving for someone to touch you…” he trailed off, licking his lips as he leveled his gaze with hers hungrily. “Only my touch, right?” 

She nodded frantically, “only yours.”

He gave her a self-satisfied smirk before pushing another finger into her cunt, “you’re tight.” He rumbled. “Have you been touched?”

“Only with my fingers and toys before…everything happened,” she mumbled shyly. Realizing it made her sound inexperienced when she told him.

He inhaled sharply, “fuck.” He groaned. It sounded guttural as if it rumbled in his chest making his voice sound hoarse.

She frowned. “Is that a bad thing?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “no sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting that, but…” he trailed off before continuing. “It actually makes sense,” before curling his fingers upwardly to brush against the spot inside her making her whine in response. “You’re such a needy little slut.”

Her lips parted before she bit down her bottom lip as the degrading comment sent shivers of lust down in her veins.

He withdrew his fingers before maneuvering her into his lap as he sat up on the couch. He then removed her shorts and underwear down her legs before throwing them off to the side, and gruffly told her to start riding his thigh.

She stared at him with wide eyes, “y-your thigh?” 

He nodded expectantly, looking at her with darkened gaze. “I want to feel your pretty little pussy rubbing on me.” He purred softly with a hungry grin. His fingers flexed on the curve of her ass.

She closed her eyes before she started to grind her hips onto his hairy thigh slowly to get used to the sensation.

“Keep your eyes open and look at me,” he growled, digging the pads of his fingers into the smooth skin of her flesh.

“I can’t.”

He began to urge her hips, moving her back  and forth. “Yes, you can. I want you to see whose thighs getting you off, sweetheart.” He cooed softly.

She could only stutter as she opened her eyes reluctantly, and he chuckled at her response. “Such a needy slut,” he said teasingly as she kept rolling her hips onto his thigh desperately. His eyes then darkened once again before releasing one of his hands from her back to reach her jaw. He gripped it gently, but possessively. “My needy slut, aren’tcha?”

She nodded frantically, and he groaned heavily before smashing his lips onto hers with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs as he kissed her. Shoving his tongue into her willing mouth, edging them into a kiss that borderline filthy before easing them into soft and pliant kisses. “You didn’t think I know?” He breathed against her lips, “that pretty little thing like you wanted me as much as I wanted you for so long?”

He then dragged her off his thigh as he resumed to kissing her, igniting a sense of disappointment within her before he rolled her over under him on the cushion. He then reached down to the edge of the shirt, pushing the fabric up until her breasts were bare for his hands to touch and squeeze. 

She jerked her head away from his greedy mouth, needing air to breathe which didn’t deter him because he continued with his lips trailing down her jaw, leaving wet streaks behind before dragging his lips to her neck. Pulling back before observing the shirt that bunched up above her breasts, “the shirt’s too big on you.” He pointed out with a frown painted on his lips.

“I stole it from your laundry,” she whispered shyly as if she committed a crime which she did not other than theft.

He groaned, “you’re mine.” He said gruffly before easing the shirt off of her body before taking his shirt off as well.

She felt her lips trembling slightly at the sight of his bare chest, “I’m-I’m yours.”

Emmett then removed his basketball shorts along with his underwear before placing himself on top of her between her thighs.

She felt his cock lying on top of her pelvis, it was very warm, and she could feel the ridges on underside, making her realize that it was big and heavy. She whimpered at the thought of being split apart on his girth. 

He dragged his cock back and forth on her skin before he gripped it to rub the thick tip against her cunt, collecting the wetness along with it. He then pushed it downward until it caught in her hole. His breathing hitched at the feeling, and he was not even inside her yet.

He pushed his hips; the thick tip parted the opening until it latched onto it fully making him growl softly at the feeling. Her walls were forced to part to accommodate his size when he was finally flushed against her.

Y/N whined at the feeling of being full. “Emmett,” she breathed, her fingers itched to hold onto something, to curl her fingers into it.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear. “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” He murmured, praising her before he started thrusting, dragging his cock back and forth in her cunt.

The couch shifted slightly along with the force of the thrusts Emmett was using. His cock rubbed against the walls of her cunt, eventually rubbing against the spongey spot in her before he used one hand to slither down between their sweaty bodies, touching her cunt.

He was able to wring an orgasm from her with a playful but slightly harsh rubbing on her clit which sent her over the edge with a loud whine.

“You have to pull out,” she mumbled urgently after realizing he did not know she was not on any source of protection. How could she? After the world ended, no one really had the time to be safe especially with sex.

He chuckled hoarsely, “you don’t want my babies?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he said it in her ear. “Don’t want me to fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum?” 

She whimpered as her walls clenched down on his cock as a response to the idea of him filling her up to the brim with his cum. “We just started this fifteen minutes ago.” She pointed out softly, referring to the moment they crossed the line together.

He pulled his head back to look down at her with stormy eyes, “I know, sweetheart.” He breathed before continuing, “but look where the world is at now, no one is going to say a word when they have more things to worry about. Besides…being pregnant with my babies…well, sweetheart you would look very pretty, not that you weren’t to begin with.”

“What if we don’t work out?” Y/N asked, voicing her fear.

He raked his eyes across her facial expression before peering into her eyes. “All we have to do is try because I meant what I said. You’re mine and I’m not letting you go. Okay?”

She then nodded.

He looked at her to see if there were still any more doubts she had, preparing himself to convince her, but he did see none which made him sigh in relief. “Good because I can’t hold back anymore,” he rumbled before he proceeded to fuck her thoroughly, slamming his cock into her with assertive strength to remind her that she was his.

His balls slapped against her cunt as he thrusted into her forcefully, wanting her to feel everything as he grunted, “my pretty girl.” Followed by, “all mine now.” He groaned into her ear when he felt her walls squeezing around his girth. “So good for me, sweetheart.” His hips began to stutter in an irregular manner indicating his impending orgasm, “I’ll take such good care of you.” He slammed into her as far as he could before spilling into her with a guttural groan.

[rxsilabeth--er]

Regulus and reader who usually hate each other but one late night after a crappy letter from his mom and half a bottle..drunk confession??

:: You're worth a shot!

Now calling....Author: "Hello? Yes, thank you so much for this request, it was a darling one to write, so much fun and more. Sorry for any mistakes!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "Hello?....You know being drunk is much better than crying over a letter from a cruel parent...at least's in Regulus's opinion...especially if it helps you gain a certain someone.."

Now calling....Warnings: "Drinking, drunk Reggie has a lot of mood swings, is more emotional and expressive than regular Reggie, Walburga as a whole, abusive relationship with parents...usual marauder's era shit. reader plays quidditch and is a seeker and is a Slytherin. There is a secret room in the tower of Slytherin which Slytherins use for partying...This is horrible, leave me alone"

Regulus had quite a few nerves which can easily be ticked off with even a action or a word..And you supposedly had a talent of easily doing it as if taking in a breath would annoy him.

Supposedly it started with quidditch, how you were called a better Seeker than him and it pissed him off...Not like you ever did hurt him personally, but something seemed to just tick him the wrong way when you were around; he was not only easily angered, but also prone to more accidents, stuttering, zoning out, face turning red like he was having a heart attack, etc.

He's still quite a sight in your eyes, with his pale skin, pretty hair, gorgeous kissable lips, gorgeous smile which come out when he's happy and he shines brighter than the sun..I mean, he could show beauty in things there isn't even any beauty present and that was on thing you liked about him, no matter how much you pretended not to.

Sighing, you softly walked up the Slytherin tower to the higher, grand room, or "the party room" as all the Slytherins refer to it as, mostly it's empty leaving the quidditch days where they party for no reason, even if they win or lose, does not matter a party would be there at times.. And if not, it was usually a relaxing place or a place for manual breakdowns and it had a plague outside which told you if it's occupied or not..

Honestly you hoped it wouldn't be occupied, but just your luck as the plague said "Occupied: Regulus Arcturus Black" as you internally groaned, leaning against the door and sliding down as you lit a cigarette and sighed taking a drag, as you sighed, hearing a lot of screaming, you looked at it in slight worry, was Regulus fighting with someone...But you ignored it, sitting outside, you already weren't on good terms, don't wanna make that worse..

You sat there for a while or for how long you had no idea, but you did finishing around three cigarettes before you sighed and stood up, just what the hell was this idiot doing?! I mean, you literally finished multiple cigarettes, you sighed before knocking on the door, hearing no response you banged loudly,

"Oi! Regulus, you bastard, open this damn door!" you called out in as you heard a soft thud afterwards, but the door didn't open, groaning you pulled your wand, placing it at the knob, "Alohomora." you muttered, as the door shifted open with a soft creek.

Pushing it open, you saw the sight of the ark scene with Regulus laying on the floor surrounded by a few bottles of firewhiskey and a three to four glasses, indicating he wasn't the only here before, others were too, but considering the brains in his group, you figured they already learned to apparate and were out of here.. and on the table beside his head was a the chars of a letter

Seeing you, Regulus piped up as a bright smile came on his face, "Oh my god! Hi!!!" he said usually brightly and sweetly and nicely making you cringe a bit as you confusedly waved, "Hi?" you said as he scrambled up and stumbled towards you, reeking of alcohol, sighing you helped him and laid him down in the bed the place had provided, using your wand to shut the door and locking it,

"Ugh, you stink, dammit." you grumbled, sitting him down as he simply stared at you, mesmerized, "What?!" You asked a bit too roughly, possibly from the annoyance of waiting so long and having him drunk, the whole place reeked and it wasn't fun, whatever it was, apparently you were TOO mean....as suddenly tears began to fill his eyes as he turned over, crossing his arms and huffing softly, "Fucking cunt." he grumbled making you stare at his angrily crying stature in disbelief.

Sighing, you put a hand on his shoulder which he swatted, "Oh my god, okay, I'm sorry!" you said huffing yourself as you seated yourself on a bean bag across from him as he stared at you with tears and arms crossed, cheeks slightly puffed out and red and an angry pout on his lips, it was cute enough to make you kiss it away..but forget those thought! He's your enemy!!

"You fucking cunt, how dare you be better than me?!" he asked pushing your shoulder softly, making you stare at him in disbelief as you relaxed yourself across the somewhat large bean bag and continued to tap your wand on your head,

"because of you, my mother sent me a howler, yelling at me! Even Bellatrix tried to curse me...How dare you be better than me, e a good seeker, have people think of you as better and still be attractive enough for me to makeout with you in the hallways the moment I see you so those idiotic bitches can know to stay away from you, fuck you!" he ranted, huffing and turning away, crossing his arms as you stared at him appalled shock, what....?!

You stared at him before sighing softly, fixing your position to sit sincerely and a bit softly staring ta him, anger softly washing away at his druken self, "..Okay, okay, sorry... Are you saying you're mad at me and in love with me?" you asked in confusion as he nodded,

"Yes, cunt.", "Okay.... :)"

you said giving him a bread smile as he continued to huff and look away, sighing you figured you'd have to make hiim smile again and do something, "Hey, now! Don't get mad...I like you too." you said sighing as he still continued to grumble, but simply stood up and shifted to sit in your lap his arms still crossed and still looking away as you grinned and poked his waist, "hey, you're gonna crush me.", "I don't care, handle it." he hummed simply, sighing as you softly thought of the last thing to make him stop being hissy and angry.

Softly you held his face in a hand, squeezing his cheeks as you kissed and suddenly his tense and stiff manner became more affectionate in a matter of seconds as his hands roamed up your chest and neck before tangling themselves in your hair at your nape, pulling you to press his lips more to your lips, your hands softly holding his waist and squeezing with a grin, guess he did stop being hissy and mad :>

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