#Teddy asked to buy it when we first got back together

[clingylilhoneybee]

Think it may be time to make the tough choice :/

[munson-blurbs]

Can I request something with Eddie x reader in a long term relationship. They didn’t meet until their mid to late 20s. maybe they are out to dinner one time with his old highschool buddies and she hears them joke about how eddie always wanted to fuck a cheer leader. she gets the bright idea to buy a cheer leader out fit with a tiny skirt and pom poms and wears it for him one day

Oh, now this is what I'm talking about. Written with the gorgeous queen of fluffy smut, @corroded-hellfire 💚

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v, Reader wears a cheerleading uniform, mention of Eddie's crush on Chrissy

WC: 1.8k

Divider credit to @saradika

It’s not the first time you’ve met any of the guys from your boyfriend’s old Hellfire gang. It is the first time that you’ve been around them as a group, though. They’re much louder in a pack—not necessarily trying to shout, just be heard over the guy who is telling a story next to them. 

The guys are funny though and you’re enjoying getting a glimpse of what High School Eddie was like from those who got to experience it first hand. It wasn’t terribly long ago that they were all in high school together; you’re all only in your twenties. But Eddie seems to groan every time there’s a reminder that the youngest guys in the group can legally drink now. 

“So tell me more about this hellion during his younger years,” you say with a laugh, draping an arm over his denim-clad shoulders. “Because he claims to have been a total badass, but he’s such a teddy bear.” To emphasize your point, you smack a wet kiss to his cheek. 

Eddie blushes but doesn’t wipe it off; instead, he tilts your chin till you’re facing him and kisses you until the group throws wadded-up paper napkins at you both. 

“This guy was definitely not a teddy bear,” Lucas says. “I asked him to postpone one Hellfire meeting so I could play in the championship basketball game, and he put me on probation!”

You look at Eddie, slack-jawed. “Eds!” you chastise him teasingly. 

“It was the last campaign of the year!” Eddie rebuts. “Actions have consequences, Sinclair.”

Lucas rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his drink, using his free hand to flip off his friend. 

Dustin cackles at the exchange. “Yeah, he was pretty much an asshole to everyone.” His voice is mischievous as he waggles his eyebrows and adds, “except Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Ooh,” you mimic Dustin’s playful tone. “And who is Chrissy Cunningham?”

“Head cheerleader, cute and blonde, super sweet to, like, everybody,” Mike pipes up.

Eddie gets flustered, not because Chrissy was brought up, but he thinks hearing about his crush on her might upset or annoy you. He sputters over his words, which just riles him up even more. 

“I don’t think we need to, uh, talk about that,” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“Why? What happened?” you ask with a frown. It was no secret between you and Eddie that neither of you were popular in high school and had crushes that went unrequited. But Eddie never told you about anything particularly bad happening between him and a cheerleader.

“What?” Eddie asks before realizing what you mean. “Oh, no! Nothing happened. We spoke maybe a handful of times ever. I just didn’t think this would be something you would want to hear about…”

Eddie brow pinches in worry but you just laugh and wave a dismissive hand.

“Eddie, come on. Who wouldn’t have a crush on the sweet, pretty cheerleader? I mean, I had a thing for my school’s star basketball player back in the day. You know that.”

Lucas laughs. “You definitely would’ve hated the star basketball player at our school.”

“Kid was a total douche,” Jeff adds. “Made these obnoxious, over-the-top speeches that had everybody rolling their eyes.”

“So, like Eddie, but athletic,” Gareth chimes in, putting his hands up in surrender when Eddie shoots him a look and then breaks into a grin. 

The waiter brings out a chocolate cake, loudly singing Happy Birthday to Eddie, which promptly puts a stop to their bickering and taunting. The guys lock in on the dessert, serving Eddie the first slice before turning into barbarians over the second. 

You finally manage to snag a slice among the chaos, but your mind is elsewhere. If Eddie was as into cheerleaders like his friends claim, you might be able to finagle one last birthday surprise.

A week passes from the dinner-turned-impromptu-Hellfire-meeting. Eddie saunters through the door, tossing his keys on the counter. 

“Babe? You home?” His hair is kept in a low bun; it’s easier to work on cars with it out of his face. 

“In the bedroom!” you call back from behind a half-closed door. 

Eddie kicks his boots off in the general direction of the welcome mat. “How was your day, sweetheart?” he asks as he walks down the hallway towards your room. “Mine was pretty good. I just—holy shit.” He comes to a halt in the doorway, jaw dropping open as he stares at you. 

You lounge on the bed waiting for him, a green and white cheerleading uniform on. There wasn’t one with some yellow on it as well like Hawkins High’s had when you’d gone looking, but you didn’t think your boyfriend would mind. 

He stands frozen and it makes you let out a small giggle before trying to regain the seductive air you’d been going for. 

“Wh…What’s all this?” he manages, caught completely off-guard by your outfit of choice. 

“Just your own personal cheerleader,” you say nonchalantly, crooking your finger and beckoning him over. “Wanna see my pom-poms?”

His grin nearly splits his face in two. “Yeah—wait, do you mean, like, actual ones, or…” he trails off and shakes his head. “Ah, fuck it.” He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. 

“So, do I get to see a cheer?” he asks with a smirk. “A little, ‘two-four-six-eight, who do we appreciate?’”

You kiss his neck and murmur, “kinda figured my mouth would be busy somewhere else.” Your lips down the pale expanse of bis torso and you unbuckle his belt. 

Eddie groans and leans back against the headboard, eagerly watching you. He lifts his hips enough so you can slide his pants and boxers all the way off and toss them aside. 

You make sure to keep your gaze locked on his as you start to stroke him, using his pre-cum to lubricate your palm. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

He inhales sharply, trying to remain focused. “Need you to suck me off.”

You get on your knees in front of him so he can see down your uniform top, and he twitches against your lips. Flattening your tongue against the base of his shaft, you lick up to the head and wrap your lips around the tip before slowly taking him into your warm, wet mouth. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Eddie breathes out, throwing his head back and exposing his Adam’s apple. “Thassit, just like that.”

The tang of pre-cum is salty on your tongue, and you lap it up gratefully. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his ass as you pull him towards you, your nose grazing his pubic hair. 

“So good, goddamn, honey,” he mumbles, more gibberish than logic, “take me so well. Givin’ me the best fuckin’ head of my life.”

You’re more than happy to continue this, cheeks hollowed and tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, eagerly anticipating his cum down your throat. 

Eddie has other plans. 

He begrudgingly steps back, his throbbing cock thwacking against his stomach. If he pulls out of a blowjob, it usually means—

“Bend over, princess.”

You do as he says, palms pressed into the mattress. He quickly flips up your skirt, exposing your bare ass. 

Eddie laughs triumphantly. “Oh, fuck yes.” He taps the head of his length against it before pushing down on your back, giving him a better view of your pussy. “Mine,” he growls in your ear. 

The moan that tumbles out of your lips from his words only increases tenfold when he pushes inside of you. It makes Eddie smirk in satisfaction as his hands grip your hips beneath the pleats of the skirt. His eyes slip closed as he loses himself in the feeling of you around his cock. 

You whine as Eddie bottoms out, fingers grasping at the blanket below you. “God, Eddie, yes.”

Eddie’s thrusts gain momentum and he pulls your hips back against him for every one, never missing a beat. “Shit, you’re so fucking good for me. Your pussy’s so goddamn tight, fuck.” 

“Mhm, uh-huh.” The drag of his cock against your walls leaves you speechless, only able to whine, no coherent thoughts in your head. 

“My cheerleader feels good, huh? Aw, baby,” he coos, “so good you can’t even talk, yeah?”

Even if you had the capability to answer, you wouldn’t have time before Eddie pulls out of you for the second time today and flips you onto your back. Your legs fall open for him immediately in this new position and he wastes no time pushing back into you. 

He leans over your body, slipping his hands up the top half of your uniform. “Most beautiful cheerleader I ever fuckin’ saw,” he purrs as his hands grope your chest.

Your legs wrap around his body, only pulling him deeper inside of you. “So good,” you slur, eyes half-lidded. You feel your orgasm crash over you, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. 

Eddie’s hands slip out of your top and run down your arms until he laces his fingers with yours. He lifts your hands over your head, keeping a tight grip on you as his hips pick up the pace. Now that you came, he can take what he needs. 

“So tight,” he mumbles, breathing heavily. You can tell that he’s close. “Gonna cum all over this pretty little uniform of yours, ‘kay?”

You can only nod, and he leans in and kisses you one last time before pulling out and painting you in his release. Sticky warmth coats the exposed strip of flesh between the top and skirt, some of it staining the uniform’s fabric. He moans out your name as he jerks the last of his spend out of his cock.

“Holy shit,” he exhales, drinking in the sight of you in your cheerleader outfit and covered in his cum. His sexy cheerleader wearing his cum. The thought has him almost up for another round already. 

He leans over to the nightstand and reaches for a tissue to clean you up, but you wave him off. Your hand catches his wrist and you softly run your fingertips up to his elbow.

“Leave it,” you tell him with a smirk. “I want it to stain.” You’ll wake up in the morning to it dried on the uniform, a reminder of tonight.

“Goddamn, baby.” Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle and flops down next to you, completely exhausted. “I was not expecting this, but I’m certainly not complaining.” 

“Well,” you say, a teasing lilt in your voice. You push up onto one elbow, and gaze at him knowingly. His hair is a mess, his chest is rising and falling rapidly. He looks wrecked, and it’s a beautiful sight. “You’d better drink some Gatorade, babe. Because this is only halftime.”

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[hmusunoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘

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warnings. │ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ

“This pink …or this pink!” You had been in the paint aisle of this store for at least an hour rummaging through the various shades of pink in the hopes of finding the perfect one to adorn the walls of your child’s nursery.

Jay followed you like a happy little puppy giving pointers when he felt necessary but really only staring at you the entire time you shopped. He was enthralled by your enthusiasm, so hopelessly in love with you he enjoyed watching you pick out paint colors for crying out loud.

You held up two papers with what Jay thought was the same color pink. “Whichever one you want sweetheart” He smiled, kissing you lightly on your temple and pulling you close to his body. You whined squirming from his hold. “Jayyy” You protested cutely “Help me pick”

“They look the same to me” Jay laughed, grabbing the two sample papers and inspecting them closely. “They’re pink”

“Ugh boys” You scoffed yanking the samples from his hand. “This one” You enunciated “Is primrose pink” You held up the paper to his face allowing him all of a second to inspect it. “and this one is chalk pink. completely different colors babe” You spoke in a matter of fact tone that made Jay’s heart swell. You were just too cute he couldn’t help it.

“Hmmm…” Jay said again making a show of inspecting the two samples “I think i prefer primrose pink, right?” He held the card out to you. Your dainty fingers grabbed at the paper brushing lightly againsts Jay’s fingers, he flipped your palm over before you had the chance of pulling away intertwining your hands together.

“Are we done now? are you satisfied?” He asked smiling. You let out a little huff of air before looking down at the samples one more time then nodding primly. “Okay, primrose pink it is”

The two of you began your venture to the check out lane stopping a few times to look at things that may have caught your eye. Nothing promising enough to buy though. Once you checked out you happily made your way home eagerly awaiting setting up your baby girls nursery.

You were about seven months along now, your stomach round and heavy as your baby grew. You and Jay were excited to become parents something you had always discussed when talking about your future together. And although this pregnancy was an unplanned surprise it didn’t make you any less excited. You were starting a family with the love of your life.

Upon arriving home Jay carried all the bags and paint tins upstairs and into the empty room that would soon become the nursery.

You clapped excitedly following behind him grabbing at the plastic bags to get everything out that you needed to get started.

“Don’t over exert yourself sweetheart” Jay laughed “I’m here to help you.”

“I’m so excited!” You squeaked pulling a little pink bunny plush from the bag. “This is so cute!” You were gushing over all the small things you had gotten pulling everything out until there was a heap of things on the floor.

“We should start painting first, that will take the longest with the drying and everything” Jay said grabbing all the necessary tools to paint.

“Oh! i forgot” You sprinted from the room in a hurry running to your closet to grab two smocks that you had ordered especially for this in mind. You skipped back into the nursery handing Jay his smock. He took it in his hands looking it over before letting out a belly aching laugh. “Daddy bear?” He wheezed holding the smock up right. It was a light blue smock, at the top of the pocket on the front of the smock was a tiny teddy bear poking its head out of the pocket. The words daddy bear engraved just below it.

“Mine says Mommy bear” You said holding up the nearly identical smock, the only difference being yours was a light pink opposed to the blue that was Jay’s.

Shortly after laughing at your choice of smocks, you and Jay got to work on painting the nursery. The sound of music playing over the loud speaker and your voices yapping away about unimportant topics was all that was heard throughout the small apartment that you and Jay shared.

After nearly two hours of painting the walls were almost finished, your feet had began to hurt so you decided to take a breather sitting yourself in the rocking chair that had been placed in the corner of the small room.

“are you tired baby?” Jay said turning to look over at you, a small spec of pink paint had dried up on his cheek the sight of it making you giggle. “I’m just take a break” You said in between your laughs.

“What are you laughing at?” Jay was confused stepping down from the step stool that he was on. He walked over to you a small smile on his face. “You have a little-“ You reached your hand out, fingers ghosting over the small amount of paint of his cheek.

“A little?-“ Jay questioned the smile on his face morphing into a smirk. You blamed your pregnancy brain for not catching on that he was teasing you, planning an attack on you at this very moment.

You innocently brought your hand up again, reaching to show him where the paint had dried but before you reached him, his hand softly latched onto your wrists moving it over and out of the frame of your face before he quickly lifted the paint brush in his hand smearing pink paint down your cheek.

The small spec of paint was nothing compared to what now adorn your face. A gasp of surprise left your plump lips as Jay hunched over in a fit of laughter. “Park Jong-seong!” You shrieked. “How dare you!” You let out a laugh, Jay’s smile widening at the angelic sound.

“I’m sorry baby-“ Jay said taking a break to catch his breath from all the excessive laughing. “Actually…no i’m not” Your eyes widened before forming into slits. “You look too adorable when you’re trying to be angry sweetheart” Jay teased.

“Whatever” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest in fake annoyance. Little did Jay know an idea was brewing in your mind.

“Do you happen to have those sticker hearts for the walls?” You asked Jay changing the subject with haste. Jay’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “um..in the bags i think” He said pointing at the two unopened plastic bags you had left.

You ripped open the bag in a hurry grabbing the sticker hearts from out of it.

“We should continue painting” You said innocently over your shoulder. Jay nodded rummaging through his supplies to find a different paint brush and started painting once again.

After another coat and several minutes later Jay had finished with the painting for the night. You twiddle with the packet of sticker hearts in your hand readying yourself to hurriedly stick them on Jay’s face.

You found the perfect opportunity when Jay had crossed the room to approach you, sweeping you into to his arms kissing your forehead a few times.

“I’m beat” He sighed lips smushed against your cheek as he spoke.

“Me too” You whispered lifting your hand just slightly so he wouldn’t notice what you were doing.

“I’ll run us a bath” He sighed, closing his eyes in contentment the moment was almost too perfect to disrupt. Too bad you were competitive and you weren’t going to let what happened earlier go.

In a rush you lifted your hand smashing the sticker hearts to Jays cheek and swiping quickly at them with a paint filled brush. The hearts now sloppily embellished into his skin with paint.

Jay jumped up the surprise written on his face as he pulled the stickers from his cheek analyzing the hearts that were now over his face.

You let out a giggle. “Got you!”

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sorry for the rushed ending ): hope yall like this cute little short fic! Jay is so sweetie pie.

[w2soneshots]

Labour -W2S

words: 1.6k+

warnings: pregnancy, birth.

summary: you and Harry finally meet your baby girl.

notes: I’ve never had a baby so I apologise if this isn’t accurate!! Also this was a request on wattpad. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼🧸

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I met Harry in primary school. I always thought he was a little weird but just as high school finished I fell head over heels in love with that weird boy. That was 12 years old. We got married two years ago, it was a small wedding in Guernsey with only our closest friends and family. Just under a year ago we decided we wanted a kid, 4 months later I found out I was 8 weeks pregnant. I waited an entire week to tell Harry just so I could tell him with a little bag containing a mini version of his charity match jersey inside (that I'd had specially made). Then we told the boys, Faith, Freya and Talia at a special dinner that we arranged just so we could tell them all together. They were extremely excited, especially Ethan and Faith because there would now be another set of parents in the group.

We found out we were having a little girl when I was 21 weeks. That was also around the time I felt the baby kick for the first time, me and Harry sat in our bed absolutely freaking out about it. After we knew it was a girl I could finally start buying an unholy amount of baby clothes, teddies and things for the nursery. Me and Faith have become considerably closer, since we now have things to talk about, she's really been a great help when it came to little worries I had or if I just needed someone to rant to about back pain.

I'm currently 38 weeks. The hospital bags are packed and the nursery is completely ready. I am seriously getting bored of being pregnant and would really like to just meet my baby. Harry ran me a warm bath so I could relax. Then I dried myself, put on my current favourite pyjamas and slid into bed next to him. I struggled slightly getting to sleep since I was really uncomfortable. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the feeling of wet between my legs. Confused, I pulled the covers back. My eyes met a large patch of clear ish liquid on the mattress, barely visible in the darkness of the room. My brows furrowed then my face dropped, mouth turning into an O shape. My water just broke. I took a deep breath then turned to gently shake Harry awake, he groaned. "Haz, wake up" I whispered gently. "What- what's up?!" He said the last part with a little bit of urgency after properly waking. "I think my water just broke." I stated calmly. His eyes widened "what!" He jumped off the bed.

"Calm down. It's fine the midwife said we have time, remember?" His face calmed slightly then he took in a shaky breath "are you ok?" He asked, coming over to my side of the bed. "I'm fine." I replied. He helped me off the soaked bed and to my feet. "This is really happening, we're really going this." He said with slight excitement in his eyes. "Yes we are. Now can you grab the hospital bag while I change?" He quickly nodded then ran towards the nursery where the bag resides.

I got changed into a comfy sweat set, brushed my hair and tied it back into a bun. When I emerged from the bedroom Harry was stood by the door rapidly texting on his phone. "Ready to go?" I asked. He looked up "yea," he nodded "I was just texting the boys." I giggled "Harry it's 5am!" I said with a light shake of my head. "I needed to tell someone!" He exclaimed. "We're any of them even awake?" I asked as he unlocked the front door. "Uh- no but they'll see it in a bit." I laughed.

Once we got in the car I text my mum telling her what was going on, then Harry speedily started the car. We were at the hospital just 15 minutes later. Harry helped me inside and we were quickly taken to a private room. "What time did your water break?" The nurse asked. "Around half four." I answered. "Ok... and have you had any contractions?" She questioned while scribbling on her clipboard. "Uh no, not yet." She looked up "alright then, I'll get my colleague to come and attach you to some machines so we can monitor you and baby." She said with a kind smile. I thanked her and she left the room.

Another nurse came in soon after and wrapped my stomach with some monitors, she did some other general checks on me. Once she left Harry came to sit next to me and held my hand. I smiled at him but my smile was quickly replaced with a look of discomfort as I felt a small but painful cramp wrap around the bottom of my stomach. "Woah, was that a contradiction?" Harry questioned a few seconds later, once it had subsided. I nodded "ye I think so." I replied. "Should I go get the nurse?" He asked. "No I'm fine." I answered. He nodded and kept his hand firmly in mine.

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Once it hit 8am I was having regular contractions that were lasting around 30 seconds each and were 7 minutes apart. The midwife came in and checked how dilated I was, 4 centimetres. Me and Harry sat on a FaceTime call with his mum, dad and Rosie, just a few minutes after we called my family. Then I got a call from Faith. "Hey! How's it going. How are you?!" She asked excitedly. "Hey, I'm okay." I said with a light smile. She returned the smile "I literally couldn't believe it when Ethan told me you were in labour this morning." She stated. Before I could say anything else I felt another contraction building. I quickly said goodbye and placed my phone next to me. I took a deep breath and squeezed Harry's hand. "You're doing so good, breathe." He said quietly. As the pain subsided I let out a heavy sigh. Harry squeezed my hand lightly "You're incredible." I looked to him and smiled "You're so cute."

After an excruciating amount of time I was finally at 9 centimetres. I stood with my arms wrapped around Harry's neck, swaying slightly and breathing heavily. "Not long now. You've got this. I love you. You're doing so good." Harry whispered in to my ears as I clung to him. He kept his hands firmly on my waist, helping me to stay up. "Ok y/n, It looks like you're ready to push!" My midwife said and I looked up to Harry with fear in my eyes. He helped me back onto the bed and cupped my face in his hands gently "you're gonna be fine, I'm here." He said with a comforting voice. To be honest I thought Harry was going to be an absolute mess when it came to me giving birth but I was pleasantly surprised on how strong he's been, for me.

I lay back on the bed, held up by a few pillows and Harry was quick to grab my hand, once again. With my legs propped up, my midwife sat on a chair in front of me. "On the next contraction push as hard as you can." she said through my legs. I nodded nervously and it wasn't long until I felt that now all familiar pain run from my stomach all the way round to my lower back. I squeezed Harry's hand so tight I thought I might break it as I pushed with all I had.

After almost 30 minutes of what felt like constant pushing I finally heard the loud cries of my baby. Tears immediately poured down my face and the last few hours completely left my brain. I looked over to Harry once they passed me my baby. I have only ever seen Harry cry once during the entire time I've known him, but there was tears falling down his face as he stared sweetly at me. "You did incredible. She's perfect. I love you so much." He choked out. I brought him towards me by fisting his shirt in my hand and pulling him so our lips connected.

Once Harry cut the babies umbilical cord, both me and baby were checked over and cleaned up and we informed our families and friends that we were both ok and that the baby was healthy, we sat admiring the sweet little baby peacefully sleeping in the plastic cot. "We need to name her." Harry said quietly. "Got any ideas?" I asked, realising I hadn't actually thought about the fact she'd need a name. "Uhm, I like the name Nova." He said. My eyes lit up slightly and I nodded "she looks like a Nova." More tears dropped from my eyes. Harry shuffled towards me "what's wrong? are you okay?" He asked softly. I laughed lightly "I'm fine. I just- love her so much." Harry giggled then pulled me into a warm hug "I love you." He said with a breathy laugh. I smiled into his chest "I love you too."

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Love triangle

NO ONE'S POV "Hey, Wands" Y/N smiles, sitting on the barstool next to the brunette. "What are you up to?"

"Well, hey there. I'm still working on my mission report… just like 10 minutes ago when you asked" Wanda lets out a quiet sigh. She know Y/N has a crush on her, but she likes someone else.

"There you are" Natasha smiles, stepping into the kitchen as well. She's been looking for the girl she likes ever since she got back from the store.

"Hey, Nat" Wanda smiles warmly, receiving a small smile from the redhead.

"I got you something" Natasha's smile widens when she locks eyes with Y/N's, holding a box of Y/N's favorite chocolates behind her back.

"Okay, I'll leave you two here" Wanda sighs, taking her laptop and leaving.

"No. Wanda, wait!" Y/N calls, sighing when the brunette doesn't come back.

"I got you your favorite chocolates" Natasha smiles, handing the box to Y/N.

"Oh, thank you. You didn't have to" Y/N eventually gives Natasha a smile back.

Don't get her wrong, she loves Natasha… but as a best friend. Y/N likes Wanda, Wanda likes Natasha and Natasha likes Y/N. That's a love triangle with no escape.

"I also got you this" Natasha admits, showing Y/N a little teddy bear which is holding a tiny heart she got in the store along with the box of chocolates.

"Nat" Y/N sighs. "We've talked about this, I-"

"I know. But when I saw it, it just made me think of you and I had to buy it for you" Natasha explains. "I was hoping that we could go out together? Tomorrow maybe? As friends, I mean"

"… fine. I have nothing to do anyway" Y/N sighs once again. "But as friends" She raises an eyebrow, earning a nod and a smile.

———

"No, did you really?" Y/N laughs out, listening to Natasha's story about some of her missions.

Natasha and Y/N went out for dinner… as friends like Y/N wanted. They had a great time, talked a lot, laughed a lot. But now they're walking back home, they're evening coming to an end as they enter the front gate of the compound.

"I did, it was really funny. You should have seen his face" Natasha laughs along, Y/N's laugh being her absolute favorite sound.

Y/N's laugh dies down suddenly and she stops walking. Natasha tilts her head in confusion, stopping to walk and turning back to look at the girl.

"What's wrong?" She asks, noticing the tears that are filling Y/N's eyes.

Y/N doesn't say anything and just runs inside the compound which confuses the redhead even more. Natasha looks around, wondering what got Y/N so upset and then she sees it… Wanda and Vision… kissing.

Natasha's blood boils at the sight. She knows Y/N likes Wanda, but right now she's more jealous than ever before.

She doesn't know what to do first. If she wants to go after Y/N and comfort her… if she wants to go and yell at Wanda for hurting Y/N… or yell at Vision… or maybe just yell at both?

In the end she decides to go check up on Y/N. The yelling can wait and all she wants is to make sure Y/N is okay.

Ever since that moment Natasha completely switched her behavior towards Wanda. They were friends before, except the fact that Wanda had the biggest crush on her, but now the redhead's super cold towards the witch, and also because Y/N's trying her best to win Wanda over.

Y/N has been cooking breakfast for Wanda, giving her flowers, always leaving sweet notes and Wanda's favorite snacks for her, but it still doesn't seem enough.

The poor girl doesn't know what more to do. She would love to take Wanda out, but her asking always ends up in rejection.

"Y/N!" Wanda calls from the kitchen.

And even though she doesn't sound happy at all, Y/N smiles and happily makes her way to the kitchen, not knowing what's coming for her.

"Hey, Wands" Y/N smiles brightly at the sight of her favorite girl, giving her a wave.

"Y/N, how many times have I told you to stop giving me things?!" Wanda asks, her voice slightly raised as she's pointing at the chocolate bar on the kitchen counter, a note attached to it.

"I went to the store and saw it. I know it's your favorite, so I just bought it for you" Y/N explains, her face dropping in disappointment.

"What's happening here?" Natasha questions, now standing behind Y/N, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Nothing" Wanda scoffs, crossing her arms as well.

"It's not nothing. I just don't understand. Why can't you give me one chance, Wanda?" Y/N blurts out, her anger finally showing.

"Because I just don't like you, Y/N. What's so hard to understand? I like you as a friend, but nothing more" Wanda responds quickly, Y/N's eyes filling with tears. "Besides, have you ever noticed Natasha's head over heels for you? Do you know how lucky you are?"

"… You like Natasha?" Y/N asks, her eyebrows furrowed at the realization while tears are running down her face.

It takes a few seconds for Natasha to process everything that's happened over the last few minutes before she finally speaks up.

"… Well, but in that case we're in love triangle with no escape"

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[gamerbunny1996]

Jschlatt x Innocent reader

First off before we start I will be posting soon a request bored for anyone who wants me to write something. Next is I'm not very good at writing I have dyslexia so it's hard for me sometimes so sorry if something doesn't make sense but yeah.

“Hello guys welcome back. Today I'm going to be playing Minecraft. I'm hoping to finally finish my cherry blossom house. It's so close to being done.” You said to the camera. Chat talking about things to add to your house. Launching up the game you get a dono. Any new stuff animals you bought. “Yes actually” soon you're pulling up a new teddy bear that says My princess on it. “My friend sent me this isn't he cute I haven't decided what to call him yet” putting the bear down you continue on playing Minecraft.

Later on another dono came through. Which friend gave you the bear laughing at the message you look at the camera dead on. “It's a secret he would kill me if I told” you purposely said he so the chat could go wild. “I don't know why the bear says my princess though because I'm a queen but eh what can you do” you commented out on the chat still going crazy at the fact the bear says my princess. “Also I see you guys spamming bunny ears no not today guys I only wear them when you get the goal and you haven't done that yet.” Soon you see a call come in from discord. Rolling your eyes, you answered it. “What” you say. “Hello to you,” Schlatt responded. “Anyway what's up” you replied. “Well I seen you streaming and decided to come ruin it”

“Of course that's what you do best” rolling your eyes at the camera to show the annoyed expression you had towards schlatt. “You know it sweetheart” he winked at you. Blushing hard at that you try to play it off. “So your not a princess huh I couldn't find a queen one but I don't think it fits you anyway” schlatt points out that he was the one that got the bear for you” chat went crazy with different responses like omg schlatt and Y/n are together or ew gross would rather have schlatt single.

“Look what you did now, chat is going crazy” he laughed out loud amused at what he did. “Well I didn't care if people knew that I gave you a stuffed bear. What was wrong with that? Don't you like stuffed animals you always beg me to buy you one” he was right but you didn't want you fans or even his fans to know he buys you things. “Guys we're not dating, calm down” you said to chat. You could hear Schlatt laughing. “I just wanted a calm stream playing Minecraft'' you flip you screen to show just your face.

“I think I'm done with Tonight guys. I know it wasn't long but someone had to come and ruin it” you look at the screen where Schlatt's facecam was.”

“That's what I do best, toots. Well maybe now we can have alone time” Schlatt wiggled his eyebrows.

“We have alone time all the time. What makes this different?” you asked clueless to what he said. Chat going crazy trying not to have schlatt ruin your innocents.

“Oh sweetheart we do now? I don't ever remember us having a special time alone” he smiled an evil smile.

“I'm confused now” you said reading chat hoping they would tell you what he means. All your reading is most everyone saying nooo.

“Maybe I should show you but you'll have to turn off the live stream. I don't want anyone hearing or seeing” now at this point you're so confused. “Okay?” You go to turn off the live stream when you hear Schlatt start laughing so hard. “Someone please explain what's going on” once Schlatt catches his breath he replied to you. “I was messing around with you. Damn you're so innocent it drives me insane” you puff out your cheeks mad. “I'm not innocent”

“Okay prove it say something perverted”

“Ummmm….” You start to blush crazy. “No that's not appropriate” you try to defend. “You're so innocent” crossing your arms. “What ever I'm ending the live for real this time” you go and click end live and now it's just you and schlatt.

“So like can I come over”

“For what”

“To show you what I mean” you look at him confused. “I guess” he jumped up so fast off his chair it fell. “On my way” and soon the screen went off. You look at your husky who was laying on the floor by your desk. “That man will be the death of me” you turned off your whole set up and went to the living room waiting for schlatt.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hey can you write a story about Gavi buying the reader a gift for their anniversary. Where Gavi and the reader are both going shopping for one another and end up getting the same thing for the other. It ends up to be a cute moment when they open their presents and realise how compatible they are. Thanks, hope you have a nice day :))

A very belated birthday fic for our favorite golden bird boy✨💖

Soulmate Thing -P.G6

Summary: As your third anniversay hits, it's time to buy some gifts for your loved one

"You don't need to buy me anything, lindo"

"You also don't need to buy me anything, princesa"

"Then why are we doing this?" He laughs

"We think the other deserves a gift no matter what"

"Oh god, we are so cute" You smile hearing his laugh

"We are" His grip on your hand tightened as you leaned into his clothed arm "Ok, this is where we split now, we get our things and met at the KFC?" He asked as you nod smiling.

Your anniversary is in two days but you wanted to buy Pablo's gift now and eventually since he had a day off today after non-stop four working days, all he wanted was to be with you.

And if that meant, going around the mall, buying gifts for you and then spend the rest of the day together, he was going to do it.

"Yep, that's it" You smile nodding "See you in two hours, lindo" You leaned up to your tippy toes and kissed his lips quickly before he grabbed a hold of your waist and kissed you this time a little longer

"The longest two hours of my life" He sighed with a smile

"No seas dramático" (Don't be such a dramatic) You smiled "Dos horas se van así..." (Two hours pass by like this...) You snapped your fingers and kissed his cheek smiling.

"Te quiero mucho, mi niña hermosa" You smiled widely at his words and at the way he hugged you tightly against him

"Y yo a ti, amor" You peck his lips before getting out of his hold "Vamos... The sooner we end this, the quicker we'll get home" and with that you started walking

Pablo had been recently talking about a teddy bear he used to have when he was a baby but sadly lost at the park, how much it meant to him and how he hadn't been able to find another one like he had.

You, being the good girlfriend you are and knowing your baby deserved everything he wanted, you had "stolen" (It was more of an you had asked Belén for a baby Pablo pic with said teddy and she had happily sent you a bunch of pics. One of those, that you had made as your lockscreen recently) a pic of Pablo and said teddy.

Looking up at it you smiled seeing they had it on stock and went to get one, that's how you get here. His teddy was your first stop, then to the Apple store and then to the flower shop to confirm your bouquet for him and made it as well, after that you decided to go to KFC where you will be meeting, seeing he was already there and ordering something for the two of you.

You went behind his back and wrapped your arms around him, he quickly reacted by looking down at your hands and relaxed seeing they were yours. He leaned more into you.

"Hope you got the 12 pieces chicken service along with a coca cola because I'm starving" You spoke with your lips on his cheek before placing a kiss there

"I'm breaking my diet for you" He said after turning his head to you and give you a kiss on your lips, letting go of your hands before trying to stand up but you quickly moved to pull your own chair out winning a quick glare from Pablo.

You stuck your tongue out jokingly "Lindo"

"Preciosa" He called back as you blush and settle yourself in the chair pushing the gifts down at your feet

"Tonto" (Silly)

"Te amo" He said as you smile sending him a kiss

"¿Te dijo más o menos cuánto tiempo se tardaría? Muero de hambre" (Did he told you how much time it would take? I'm starving)

"Te amo"

"Lo sé" (I know) You replied giggly "Did he told you-?"

"Te amo"

"¡Joder, y yo a ti!" He smiled proudly before nodding

"Dentro de unos 10 minutos máximo" (In about ten minutes tops) He replied pushing himself forward with his elbows on the table, you mirrored him "What did you got me?"

"It's a surprise, you'll soon find out!" You smirked as his smile dropped giving you a look "Mi amor, una sorpresa no es sorpresa si sabes qué es" (Love, a surprise isn't a surprise if you know what it is)

"And here I was, about to say what I got for you" You laughed hard

"Eres hermoso"

"Y tú más, which makes us a beautiful couple" He shrugged his shoulders a bit "Why so many bags? Seriously what did you get me?"

"Just four lil things, the rest are for me" You laughed at his face "I just bought some new snickers, a pair of cargos, a new mousepad because the one I had did all it's work... And books!" You got Hush Hush out of its bag

"We need to get a bigger bookshelf if you keep doing this" He smiled

"These are really important"

"As long as you don't change me with Jerry, everything's fine"

"Jev, mi vida; Jev"

"That's same one" You laughed "Ready Player One?" You hummed pulling the book out "The giver?" You nod once more "Boy meets boy?" You nod once more "Atlantia?" You hum smiling looking at him "Across the Universe?" You pout shaking your head no

"They didn't have it!" You whine "Don't remind me of that one because I will go back into the store and put on a show as to why didn't have it" Pablo laughs "THEY NEED TO HAVE IT!" You exclaimed a little too loud as Pablo puts his hands on top of yours calming you down a bit and one of his eyebrows goes up and glances around to see if anyone heard and thank god, everyone was in their own worlds

"Let's better talk about something else then while we wait for our food" You giggle ashamed

"Yes, please"

Once your food came, you ate and when you were done; you went to your shared apartment, showered and spent the rest of your evening in each others arms.

Two days passed by and your anniversary was on, both of you being a little suspicious, giggly and lovely (more than usual), in the morning before Pablo left for morning training

"I'm all yours after 3pm" He had said before running to the door because he was running late thanks to your loving session on the morning.

You smiled remembering the light touches and the breathy love sentences shared in between you two, when you felt your hip bone shake. You stumbled out of your Pabloland and got into work.

You made his favorite cake and looked for his bouquet of sunflowers, after that you prepared a bath for the two of you and also did lunch, you settled the living room with a nice, romantic and low lights, some candles and prepared for everything.

It's not always you have three years with the love of your life.

And even though, you wanted to doll yourself up for him, it would be useless since you'll end up... well, you know...

So, you did doll yourself up but remaining basic. You let your hair down after washing it, did a bit of makeup and got into a black long sleeve bodysuit with a jean skirt overall and some socks. You smiled watching the hour in your phone. 2.45.

He would be here any moment.

And he was. Your smile got bigger once you heard his steps come in.

"Mi vida" He said smiling as you giggled and brought your arms out

"Happy anniversary!"

"Happy 3rd anniversary, preciosa" Pablo hugged you tightly swinging you from side to side softly "You didn't had to do all of this"

"Well... I did it. And it's done. Hope you like it tho"

"Like it? Are you crazy? I loved this!" You laughed softly "However, wait here"

"Pablo, no" You said whining not feeling his warm skin on yours "Where are you going?"

"For your gift!" Hearing his words made you run to the laundry room and get his things. You both looked at each other coming out from different rooms "Got it?" You nod smiling

"Got something else tho" You said before bringing him into the kitchen where his bouquet was

"Are you serious?" He asked smiling

"Why? You don't like them?"

He leaves his gifts on the counter before he runs to the back where he comeS back again with a bouquet of sunflowers on his hands... You laughed softly getting what he meant.

"We got each other the sunflowers" He said as you laugh

"They're gorgeous to be honest"

"Yes, I love them" Pablo said smiling sniffing the bouquet you gave him "But gifts now"

You laugh passing him his bags as he gave you, yours. You both sat on the floor, in front of each other, your legs touching

"At three... One, two" You said softly "three"

"NO WAY!"

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" You screamed surprised, pulling out the same teddy bear you had brought for him "Why did you get it?!" Pablo was laughing with his back on the floor

"Joder" He said laughing

"Pablo, you ruined my surprise!"

"No, you ruined mine! I was planning to give you this teddy ever since we went to Sevilla!"

"I was planning to give you that teddy since you started telling me about it when we were in Sevilla!" You replied laughing. You laid next to him "Why you gave me this tho?"

"Wanted you to have something from me when I was a baby" He shrugged "You?"

"You told me you lost it and that it meant a lot to you. So I searched for it and found it!"

"Do we have the same gifts for each other?"

"Please as cute and pretty it was, I don't think my next two gifts are the same as yours"

"Does one of the gifts involves ourselves with a red ribbon at night for the other to unwrap, because if it is then yes we may have" You push his shoulder laughing

"Stop that"

"But don't you have it?"

"Not with the ribbon at least" You both laugh hard at that. You extended your hand and give him his other gift "Open it"

"A phonecase?"

"Well, yes... Your phone is suffering a lot with those falls, mi vida. But it isn't like any other regular phonecase, this one has our initials and the date when we started dating" You showed your recent changed phone case "I have the same too" Pablo smiled grabbing you by your face and kissing you

"Gracias, te amo"

"You like it?"

"Love it. My phone will be forever grateful with you" You smile against his lips before you felt him place a bag on your lap "Go ahead"

You opened the bag and gasped "You're kidding" He shook his head as you pulled it out "Across the Universe?!" You laughed weirdly and excited "I'll be reading it right before we go to bed!"

"We'll be reading it" He corrected "I want to read it with you" You smile shaking your head before kissing him

"Te amo" You said feeling like your heart ccould burst out in any minute before your gaze when to the forgotten teddies who were next to each other looking at you two "We're so cute"

"We are" Pablo nods "But I'd like to say this is a Soulmate Thing. Fate show us that we belong to the other. We're each other soulmates, so I think we should get used to this things now"

You smiled nodding "We definitely should, soulmate"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[formulapookie]

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Bez is known for being clingy and affectionate with people he likes.

And his friends are all ok with that, even when he's drunk and gets clingier than usual.

At least, that's what Bez thought, until two seconds ago when he went to hug Cele for the like hundredth time that night and Cele told him to leave him some space, that he was suffocating tonight, that he could stop acting like a child and stay alone for three minutes.

And Cele was drunk, he didn't mean it in a bad way, but Bez is a soft hearted person, and takes everything too harshly.

So he stops clinging all together.

The day after Cele wakes up to an empty bed and no usual sticky note with a wobbly "buongiorno" written on it Bez always leaves if he gets up earlier than him. Which is already strange, but Cele marks it as Bez being hungover and forgetting about it.

They're at Bez's, and they're completely alone for a few days, which gives Cele more than one idea to not get bored while enjoyng each other company.

He gets to the kitchen, his breakfast is ready, but Bez is not sat at the table, he's over at the kitchen sink, already cleaning up his mug.

Odd.

"Amore you already ate?" Bez nods, he isn't even watching Cele directly, who makes a strange expression.

"Amore are you ok? You seem off today" Bez sniffles, but it's so quiet Cele doesn't hear it. "Yes I was just really hungry after drinking last night, we can have lunch together I have to go to the store now"

This is not like Bez at all, even when he's hungry he would still sit at the table with Cele if he already ate, wait for him to finish and then shower him with kisses, and then order their groceries from an app, too lazy to go out and actually buy them himself.

"Bez cut the shit what's wrong? Why are you so distant? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Bez looks guilty, he's got watery eyes, he's picking at the skin around his nails, biting the inside of his cheeks.

"I am just doing what you asked me Cele" the boy doesn't understand, what does he mean he's doing what he asked him?

"What are you talking about? When would I have asked you to not even kiss me good morning? Or to just randomly go to a store you never set foot in unless we're already out because we're both lazy and order food from home?"

And Bez doesn't understand, because just some hours ago he was asked to leave some space and that's what he's doing, so he doesn't understand why Cele would now tell him not to. His brain is flooding with nonsense, Cele can see him getting lost.

"You asked me to leave you some space because I was suffocating and that I have to stop acting like a child"

Cele frowns, he didn't think Bez would've taken it so personally.

"Bez I meant in that moment, it was hot and I just needed a few minutes alone to recharge, I didn't mean to completely stop being near me, no no amore I would never say that I'm sorry if you got that wrong"

Cele gets closer, pulling Bez into a tight hug and he can feel the older relaxing, the tension that so obviously was built in his body going away.

“I’m sorry I was overwhelming yesterday I just- I wanted to hug you I didn’t want to be annoying I know I am sometimes but-”

Cele stops the nonsense with a kiss, mouth pressing lightly on Bez’s having him shut up.

“You’re not” kiss “annoying” kiss “at all amore, you’re like a super cuddly teddy bear and I love it” another kiss, deeper than the first ones, hands cupping his face and pulling the older closer.

“I am not?” Bez is someone who internalises everything, and Cele knows an efficient way to shut his mind up.

“I promise you’re not” Cele smiles, and Bez can feel he’s being honest with his answer, smiling back.

“Now, if you still don’t believe my words maybe my actions will convince you more” and Bez’s brain starts working, it takes him a few seconds to understand, still a bit foggy from the night’s drinks

“Wh- ah” as he gets what Cele is hinting to he’s nodding furiously, taking his boyfriend’s hips in his hands and pulling him closer.

They make out slowly at first, Bez still needing a bit of reassurance and Cele being more than happy to give it to him.

Once he’s sure of it Bez begins moving Cele closer and closer against the kitchen counter.

“Marco Marco wait let’s go to the bedroom”

He nods, pressing another kiss to the boy’s lips and taking him by the hand guiding him to their room.

As they’re inside Bez drags Cele to bed, having him sit on his lap in a matter of seconds, the younger rolling his hips brushing their dicks together, making them both moan.

“You’re beautiful, perfect Marco absolutely perfect” and it gets Bez flushed, Cele knows that, knows that even the slightest praise gets him aroused, the boy had found out a few months in they’re relationship, when he’d told Bez how good he was at sucking his dick and Bez came in his briefs, going completely red and extremely embarrassed, while Cele had found it extremely fucking hot, and he never stopped praising him whenever he got the chance.

When he felt more bratty he would straight up do it when they were out in public or together with their friends, Bez needing to mentally restrain himself from dropping to his knees for his boyfriend.

“Cele can I suck you off?” Cele smiles stroking the older’s hair and moving a string behind his ear “of course amore, you’re too good at it for me to say no”

And Cele can feel Bez’s dick twitch in his pants at the praise, a barely audible whimper leaving his mouth.

The younger moved to sit on the bed, while Bez shifts on the floor, knees agains the cold tiles, a bit uncomfortable yeah, but he doesn’t care right now.

since they both sleep in just a t-shirt and boxers he doesn’t even go through the trouble of unbuttoning pants, Cele simple lifts his hips and lets the other take his briefs off, as his hands have already made their way to Bez’s curls.

The older doesn’t waste anytime teasing, and just wraps his mouth around the boy’s dick, making him whine immediately.

Cele didn’t lie before when he said Bez was too good at it, he truly is, Cele still remembers the first time they hooked up and Bez got his mouth on him, he had lasted embarrassingly little, the other was simply a magician with his tongue, and he was mesmerised.

“Mh Marco you feel so good, you’re so beautiful like this” he keeps on stroking Bez’s hair, which gets the other fuelled almost as much as the praise falling from his lips.

Bez likes sucking him off, but he also desperately needs to be inside him, and wants the moment to come as soon as possible, so when he reaches the base of Cele’s cock again he takes out his tongue a little, pressing it on the base and dragging it up until the head, still applying pressure which made Cele’s head spin.

“Marco God you’re made to do this fuck- so good”

Bez obviously can tell that Cele is close, the hand gripping his hair is tighter, the little moans he makes when he’s sucking him off becoming erratic, the unconscious bucking of the hips, and the precum leaking becoming increasingly more and more.

“Marco Marco Marco I’m close I fuck you feel amazing I need to come all over your face amore”

Bez moans around his dick and he knows Cele’s second away from his release, so he lets go of him and has him take control of the situation.

Hand tilting his head slightly back, telling him to take out his tongue and closing his eyes, and then coming all over his boyfriend’s face, some ending up on his tongue and lips, some over his cheeks, which cele rapidly cleans up, kissing Bez with hunger and making him taste more of him, moans of pleasure increasing every passing second.

“Marco I want you to fuck me please i’m going to be good for you I promise”

Bez comes up from the floor he was kneeling on, kissing Cele again, moving him more to the centre of the bed, moving his mouth to kiss his jaw and neck, drawing more moans from the boy, who's getting needier by the second.

He breaks away to get the lube in the bedside drawer, and he's quick to flick the cap open and coat his fingers with it.

"Quick come on" "You just came amore, eager today?"

Cele smiles softly, but the smile rapidly switches to an expression of pleasure when Bez unceremoniously pushes one finger inside, quickly adding a second one, scissoring them to have Cele moan already at the stretch.

"Marco more please, need more" "You're so cute when you ask me that you know?"

Cele blushes, Bez kisses him again, open mouth on his neck, sucking slightly on it. Cele's hands go to tug at his curls, making him moan, Bez has many weak points other than getting praised, and having his hair played with or pulled like that is one of those.

He quickens the pace of his fingers, making space for a third one and pushing it in, and Cele already feels so good around him like that, so easy.

"Can I-" "Yes fuck Marco yes you can just do it I'm going to go crazy if you don't fuck me soon"

Bez is quick to replace his fingers with his dick, slowly pushing inside Cele who moans as he can feel every inch of Bez sliding inside him.

“Marco please” Bez has stars in his eyes, almost completely pulling out, just the tip still inside, just to slam back in, groaning at the blissful sensation of Cele tight around him.

“Cele fuck you’re so perfect” the boy whines, a long dragged out moan leaving his chest and echoing in the room.

Bez needs to fuck him, needs to see him come all over himself, drooling like he’s just been fucked stupid.

He moves his hand to tangle itself with cele's, who squeezes it as he keeps moaning Bez's name in loop, his other hand reaching for the older's back, nails scratching it lightly.

Bez wants to ruin him, have him beg, seeing him being so responsive has him think about how beautiful he looks when he's not thinking anymore and just moaning moaning moaning.

It almost makes Bez laugh, the fact he thought Cele wanted him distant, when right now the boy is trying with all his strength to pull him closer and closer.

Without any warning Bez picks up his pace, making Cele's nails dig more into his shoulder, and the older leans down to kiss him hungrily, as if Cele was a precious meal to be eaten and tasted.

" 's so good fuck you are so good I'm so close already" and Bez could've told he was from the way his back was already arching slightly, his legs shaking and the blush covering his face already reaching his ears as well.

The temperature in the room is rising quickly, neither can think straight, both of them hyper sensitive, wanting more.

Bez's hand placed beside Cele for support moves to the boy's dick, and he whines again, he needs his release so much he's practically crying.

"Marco don't stop oh fuck" Bez is now completely gone, he wants to absolutely fuck him dumb, leave him uncapable to speak, which is not something they do like yeah they may fuck a bit harder on days where one or both had a particularly bad race, but the need to fuck him so good Cele will never think of anyone but him is new, and it's hot.

"Mine, all mine fuck, I love you Cele so much" it's all said in a rough voice close to the boy's ear, making him moan louder than before, back arching off the bed and the nails on his shoulder practically drawing blood, and he's coming, a lot, all over his own stomach and Bez's hand, squeezing the one still holding his hand.

And Bez can't last long with the way Cele clenches around him, seconds later he's coming inside him with a grunt, biting at Cele's shoulder to quiet himself down.

They both stay still for a moment, catching their breaths and trying to regain composure, both a mess of sweat and curls. If they could, they'd probably stay like this for hours, pressed so close there's not even space for air between them.

But realistically they know they have to shower and break away, so Bez slowly pulls out, a moan of discomfort coming from Cele, who's let go of the other's shoulder, letting him move to his side before laying next to him.

"Amore" "Mh?" Cele's tired and hungry, he just wants to eat what BEz made for breakfast and sleep. "Gotta shower, come on get up" "Nooo, I want to stay here" "I get it Cele I truly do but you have to clean yourself or it's gonna be uncomfortable later you know that, I'll help you up"

Bez nuzzles at his neck, leaving a soft kiss on the juncture between neck and shoulder, receiving a whine from Cele, who slowly gets up.

"Can you wash my hair Bez?" "Yeah of course, but you have to get in the shower if you want me to" They manage to walk to the bathroom and when Cele sees Bez's back in the mirror he covers his mouth and lets out a little yelp.

"Oh god sorry I - I didn't mean to scratch you like that sorry does it hurt?" His shoulder is red and looks like a wild cat attacked him, but it's fine to Bez, hot even, to have those marks on his body, just as hot as it is to see little hickeys on Cele's collarbone and neck.

"It's not a problem amore, it doesn't hurt, and it's hot to see how much you liked that" Cele is blushing again, looking anywhere but Bez, hearing a chuckle coming from his boyfriend.

"Get in the shower it's getting late come on, I still have to wash your hair"

[latteart98]

I keep rewatching scenes from Hidden Love because I simply can’t get over the drama and if I had to pick a favorite scene, it would be the airport scene in episode 7 when her heart gets completely shattered. Listen the drama is packed is so many cute scenes that I’m totally in love with, but the scene that really, really gets to me is that one.

Can you imagine being in SZ’s shoes? Anxious and antsy all night, she showed up in his city despite knowing the huge trouble it will get her in back at home.. all because she needs to ask him in person if he is really dating someone or was it just a lie? But poor girl didn’t even get to voice her questions because his coworker, whom she mistook as the girlfriend, came along with him.

The moment DJX appears at the airport with the lady tagging along with him, SZ’s eyes are on the lady not him. Not her crush whom she hasn’t seen in so many months but the lady. He’s all worried about her safety and mad out of concern for her but all she can think about is “who is she? Is she your girlfriend? You promised me that you would tell me immediately if you got a girlfriend. Why didn’t you keep your promise?”

Notice how she’s not mad at him for dating because she knows deep in her heart that she’s too young for him and he has never seen her as anything more than a friend’s little sister. No, she’s not having any false hopes. Rather, she’s hurt that he didn’t remember the promise he made to her. And as a result, it became apparent that she was no one special to him nor were the times they spent together was of any significance to him. That he was only nice to her because she was in front of him and had it been anyone else, he would’ve behaved the same way. All the while she held on to every memory, every gift like a treasure.

And just because she knew that she never really had a chance with him because of the age difference, doesn’t mean it hurt any less to see him with someone else. She kept hoping against all hopes that she would, eventually, grow up and he would then notice her a woman but she figured he’s already found his “someone better” - someone that’s not her, that will never be her.

And when she gives him one last sad smile and starts walking away, leaving behind the teddy and pieces of her heart with him, it’s a cinematic masterpiece. She’s walking away and with every step, her mind flashes back to a montage of DJX being kind to her and smiling at her and being full of warmth- all the things that made her fall for him to begin with. And she realizes that those memories, those little smiles of his, those gestures are just gonna forever remain as little treasures in her heart. Even before she leaves the airport, when she wishes him happiness and leaves the teddy with him, we know she’s bidding farewell. She’s mentally getting ready to never see him again. Oh, it’s breaking her heart and so is the audience’s hearts. The montage, the walking away first, the one last turn back, the background music, the fact that it’s at an airport… everything was so perfectly put together.

And finally when her brother comes to pick her up, she starts sobbing in his arms. He’s holding her and trying to comfort her through promises of buying her her favorite food or comic books or even beating the guy up.. all silly stuff thinking it was just an online fling. As if her whole teenage years’ worth of hopes didn’t just crash at her feet. As if her innocent little heart didn’t just break into a million pieces.

Listen I know teenagers are dramatic (gosh I would know, I used to be one) and most of the times, the love/crush they have as a teen is cringe and melodramatic… but sometimes, only sometimes they are capable of honest sincere feelings so when it hurts, it fucking hurts. We might say they’re being dramatic because it’s only their first puppy love but God, that’s exactly why it hurts so much. Because it is their first love. Because they didn’t know any better, they put so much of their mental space and time and hopes and fears into this one person and when it doesn’t work out, it fucking sucks. Yes they will move on, yes they will get over it eventually, yes with time they might even look back at their teen self and cringe. But this moment, the moment your heart breaks for the first time whether you are 17 or 30 or 49, it’s not a moment you will ever forget. This moment becomes a landmark in your heart.

[starsaviour48]

Could you write tfp Bulkhead and Tfp Wheeljack trying out various foods while they are temporarly stuck as humans,?

Of course bestie no problemo.

Also Wheeljack hating tomatos is canon.

"Tell me doc that this is not permanent!" said Wheeljack.

Right now both him and Bulkhead were turned into human by an artifact that the autobots required recently. Smokescreen and Bumblebee were both holding back their laughter/chirips when they saw Arcee carrying the wrecker and the ex wrecker in her servos. Ratchet gave a glare to Wheeljack.

"It will be if you call me doc one more time."

/:Who makes an artifact like this anyways?:/ beeped Bumblebee between two wheezes.

"It's probably an experiment artifact. Or a by product. There were lot of those during the war." chided in Smokescreen who was happy to show off the knowledge he got from being an archivist.

"What ever it is-" started Ratchet but was interrupted by a loud sound that came from Bulkhead's stomach.

"Is it a bomb?" was all that Wheeljack asked.

The kids started laughing at that. The autobots looked confused and worried for their teammates.

"Relax he is just hungry. We should take them to eat something." said Raf.

"Eat? You mean fueling?" asked back Bulk.

"Yep. Mom let's take them to our house and order something." said Jack while looking at his mom.

"I don't think take out would be the best for them. Maybe it would be better if I cook something." hummed the nurse.

"C'mon Miss Darby! This is probably the firs and last time that Jackie and Bulk will be human. We should give them the good stuff!" encouraged Miko.

June sighed then signaled for the kids and the two now human autobots to follow her.

"I will leave them in your care than Miss Darby. Bee please accompany them." said Optimus and motioned to the scout to follow the small group.

The ride was spent with chatting and planning on what food they are gonna order. The results are:

- Chicken salad by June

- Curry by Miko

- KO burgers by Jack

- And for dessert Rafael choose chocolate pudding

They also stopped by the mall to buy orange soda and some gummy bears. Bulkhead squashed a white gummy between his fingers.

"Is this really eatable? It's texture is funny." said the wrecker.

"Iss like rubber. But oh well if we survived the decepticons this long some rubber animal ain't gonna kill us." said Wheeljack and popped a green gummy into his mouth. After that he made a face.

"It tastes like when you spice your energon cube with copper."

"It's sour candy. It will pull your mouth together." explained Raf.

Bulkhead wasn't really bothered by the sourness and ate another gummy.

"It's fine."

With that they soon arrived at Jack's house. While they were waiting for the food to arrive Miko showed cat videos to the bots. Bulkhead squiked every time something cute happened but Wheeljack sat through it stoically. In reality he struggled not to say aww when a small kitten was cuddling a teddy bear, but he would never admit it.

"Food review timeeee!" shouted Miko when she saw Jack and Raf bringing the food in.

"Let's start with the salad." said June and unwrapped the said food.

"Is this grass? Humans eat grass?" asked Wheeljack sceptically.

"It's not grass. These are vegetables. And the white chunks are chicken meat." chuckled Jack.

"Be sure to chew them properly." said June while handing the cutlery over to Wheeljack and Bulkhead.

"Mom they are not children. They are just giant alien robots who temporarily become human."

"Same thing." nodded June.

"Anyways dig in!" said Miko with a grin on her face.

The first taste wasn't bad. It wasn't Wheeljack's favourite but it was fine. Bulkhead just shuggered and took a bite out of the chicken.

"This chicken thing is good." said the wrecker and went for another piece.

In the mean time Wheeljack took a bite out of a tomato.

"Uh what is this? Even Ratchet's synthetic energon is better."

"When did you-" started Raf but was quickly interrupted by the ex wrecker.

"Don't ask."

Next up it was curry. Both of them approved it's taste.

"This is really good! Do you think Ratchet could replicate the taste in energon?" asked Bulkhead.

"Only one way to find out." smirked Wheeljack.

"I knew you would love it guys!" smiled Miko victoriously.

Jack's fast food came next. Two burgers and two cheese burger with fries was on the plate before the two friends. Wheeljack picked out the tomatos first while Bulkhead took a bit out of the cheese burger. The ketchup stained his green tank top.

"Oops."

"What's that liquid anyways?" asked Wheeljack who also took a bite out of his burger.

"Ketchup. Basically liquid tomato." said Miko.

Wheeljack looked confused at her.

"There is no way."

"Yes way."

"They don't even taste the same!"

"It's...you know what? Eat your veggies Jackie!" shouted the girl.

"Never!"

"What is this streachy thing? It's awesome."

"That's cheese Bulkhead." said Raf.

And for last it was time for Rafael's dessert. The chocolate pudding. Bulkhead chuckled when he poked the dessert and it jiggled.

"It's so different than what we had before." noted Wheeljack.

"Because it's sweet. Unlike the rest of the food that you tried." explained the small boy.

Both bots had a sweet tooth but Wheeljack would never admit it. He is a serious, snarky and badass swordman and scientist after all.

"Don't forget your whipped cream!" smirked Miko then proceed to dump the whole can of whipped cream onto the pudding.

Or well that was the plan but she stumbled, and she missed her target. Wheeljack's whole face, neck and hair were covered in whipped cream now.

"Miko!" exclaimed Jack.

Everyone laughed while Wheeljack scoffed and tried to get rid of the whipped cream.

"So... that's it?" asked Bulkhead.

"Well you should be thirsty after your meal." started June.

Jack poured 2 glasses of orange soda and put it in front of the wrecker and ex wrecker.

"Yer right my neck cables are dry." nodded Wheeljack.

"I assume you meant throat." said June.

Bulkhead didn't really waste time and downed the whole glass in one go. Wheeljack only blinked at him but soon after a loud sound errupted from the wrecker.

"Did you just blurp?" laughed Miko.

"The body of a human is full of mysteries."

Bonus:

"So you are saying that we need to eat in order to make this weak body function?" said Starscream while looking at him in disgust.

They were in Knockout's office, where they stood on the operating table. Before them there were various vegetables and fruit, scattered across them. Knockout grabbed one of the vegetables and bit it. After that he wheezed and his breathing picked up.

"Wha- What's wrong?" asked Starscream hesitantly.

"IT BURNS!!!!"

[iloveslllycatss]

hi pookie!! 😈😈 im v annoying and i love sending my pookies my brainrot so today i chose you:))

bachira who immediately jumps on you after a game, and kissing you thousands of times.

bachira who gets you guys matching sweaters sometimes nice...sometimes corny

bachira who tried to learn how to croquet "KEYWORD: TRIED" he was trying to make you a lil teddy for your birthday failed and ended upo getting you chocolates and wtv you want:(( you kissed him over and over as a thnkyou for his hard work

bachira who licks the icing of the side of your lips or nose after you eat icecream

isagi who takes these pics of you when he be third whealing:(( :

AHAHQAHAHAHAHAAHKASJRJKASHFRJHASKJDFHAKSJHFJKASHFKJASHFJKASHFJKSHF BACHIRA BRAIN ROT GOES HARD

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺……… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨��� 😞

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦. (𝘫𝘴𝘱), 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘤 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 😞

✯ you love bachira. he’s yours, and your his. no one can come between that.

✯ …..except yourselves……. and your stupid ass thoughts 😞 

“meguru are u sure we aren’t gonna die?”

“no…. but atleast we’ll die together!!”

✯ like, there was this one time, you guys thought it’d be a good idea to fake-get married…. but your boyfriend INSISTED on being the bride. why?, you may ask

“PLEASE Y/N I JUST WANNA BE PRETTY…” 

“you already are megs”

“NO.”

✯ isagi got that whole play-argument on video……… your instagram blew up after he posted it.

✯ there was this other time, where he tried to learn how to crochet so he could make you a teddy bear….

✯ that yarn deserved a better life tbh.

✯ he TRIED to make it, and at first he thought he was doing so good but he ended up knotting it all wrong and the yarn started to split.

✯ he fr cried when it didn’t work 😞

✯ he ended up just buying u chocolates and flowers 😞 

✯ another time, he tried buying u matching sweaters…….

✯ never trust him to go clothes shopping again.

✯ the sweaters were salt and pepper… and it literally said “your the salt to my pepper” and “your the pepper to my salt” 

✯ ……….. you returned them behind his back and told him that it was probably lost.

✯ also, the second he sees you after he plays a game….. 

✯ kisses. hugs. EVERYWHERE. 

“BABY WE WON WE WON”

“NSIDDI MEGS I CANT BREATHE”

✯ one time after a game, this mf JUMPED ON YOU. and he got confused when u fell 🤬

✯ whenever you, bachira, isagi and a couple other players hang out, you and bachira were play fighting

✯ the whole. fucking time.

✯ isagi one time, he made a fan page about you two on instagram as a joke and posted all the pictures he got of you two when he was third wheeling

✯ it blew up.

✯ it blew up like HELLA.

✯ isagi decided to keep the account instead of deleting it, why? u may ask

✯ he was literally making money off of u two 😞

✯ bachira still doesn’t know isagi owns that account.

“hey bachira, i ate a good meal with those 20 dollars u and y/n got for me”

“wym ‘u and y/n got for me’?”

“ahahahahaha……. nothing”

✯ there was this time when u got ice cream with your boyfriend

✯ mf licked ice cream off your nose and lips…….

“meguru what are u doING DMDKFDK”

“oh wait baby i missed a spot”

✯ piggyback rides. all the time.

✯ you always find a way to JUMP ON HIS BACK.

✯ he doesn’t care tho, he just goes with it 😭 

✯ hes just the perfect boyfriend tbh.

✯ 10/10

i want a bachira in my life 💔

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[br1ghtestlight]

Hi 👋🏾. Have you got any Teddy headcanons?

I LOVE TEDDY he's such a good character and even tho he's not my favorite i will defend him w/ my life

when bob invited him to meet baby tina for the first time after he did a quick job at their restaurant teddy was TERRIFIED like linda asked if he wanted to hold her and he was like. what if i drop her what if i kill her you guys will never forgive me you'll never hire me again oh god, bob and linda assured him that nothing bad would happen and they'd be right there and he was surprised that baby tina actually loved him and started smiling as soon as he picked her up!!!! she was such an easy and happy baby so she really helped him get over his fear of accidentally doing something wrong or hurting her

when bob and linda moved into the restaurant linda was still pregnant w/ tina and she was HUGE and bcuz bob was pretty busy with restaurant stuff teddy volunteered to do small jobs around the place that linda would usually do like raking up the leaves outside or wiping down the windows and sweeping free of charge (my dad did this for our neighbor when we first moved into my childhood home and i got to watch that baby grow up. he was a very sweet and shy kid) (this is how teddy first met bob and linda!!! originally fischoeder just hired him to do a quick job but he was really nice and kept coming back)

teddy's dad died of a heart attack when teddy was like 39 years old (he's in his 50s now) and he didn't even know for a few days after bcuz he never talked to that side of his family lmao he has Complicated feelings abt his dad and doesn't talk abt him very often, he and bob bond over dead parents and complicated father relationships sometimes!!! he also talks to his sister abt this stuff obviously and his therapist

he buys the kids presents every year for their birthdays/christmas and they're always loud or dangerous toys that their parents would NEVER under any circumstances buy for them. i actually like to think he's the one who bought gene's sound effects thing for him bcuz no way his parents would have willingly put themselves through that

one time for father's day the kids were making stuff at school and after making presents for bob they decided to make something for teddy too bcuz he's "sort of like a dad" and its like a shitty glitter glue macaroni bowtie they put together or something but teddy is SO TOUCHED that they thought of him he actually started crying 😭😭 he still keeps it in his desk drawer along w/ the note they gave him

[harringtons-cupid]

Hi there please can you do a Steve harrington imagine - reader and Steve have been broken up for 6 months or so now and you have a son together who’s in kindergarten he comes home one day really upset and asks why you and daddy aren’t together like all his other friends in school so you call Steve to come over and help explain but once your son goes to bed it just opens up a lot of lost time and things never said and you maybe get back? Thank you :)

Oooof thank you anon! I really enjoyed writing this. I wanted to add smut but I didn't want to make it too explicit.

Warnings: 18+

Soft smut, making out. Dirty talk, reconciliation.

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Can I be yours? - Dad!Steve x Reader

You and Steve had, had a shaky relationship since the moment you first met. The feelings between you had always been strong but major life events had broken your relationship. Whilst you were pregnant with your son, Steve was at your beckoned call but since your son was born Steve had moved out of your apartment.

Steve was there for half of the minor milestones of your sons life, you secretly wished that you could reconcile but you knew that alot of things would have to be considered before doing so.

This Friday, your parents had been babysitting your son whilst you completed a stressful 7 hour shift at your job. As you got home, they were sat at the kitchen table drinking a mug of tea. Greeting them, you sat with them for a while before they decided to go home.

Checking on your son, you noticed that he was sitting up right wide awake in his homemade race car bed. Sighing you sat at his feet, he fell into your arms crying. Soothing him by rubbing his back, you wipe the tears falling down his cheeks.

''Hey baby, what's the matter? Why you crying?'' your voice is calm and soft, his breathing slows down. Blinking at you innocently.

''Why isn't Daddy here? Jessica at school said her Daddy lives with her'' his words were broken up between cries, pulling him into a hug once more.

You sigh, wondering the best way to describe your 'situationship' with Steve to him. Picking up his teddy from Steve and distracting him for a second before assuring him you will be back in a second.

The dialtone rings on your phone for a few moments before Steve's voice echoes down your ear.

''Hey, everything okay?'' he sounded slightly alarmed, you rarely call him this late at night.

''Uh, kind of. He's asking for you Steve, particuarlly asking why we aren't together like his friend 'Jessica' you sigh, rubbing your temples with your fingers. The phone is silent for a few moments.

''Okay, would it be easier if I came over?'' his voice was pleading, pausing to see your reaction.

''Yes please, that would be great'' you sighed with relief, smiling to yourself.

''Alright, see you soon'' his voice was happier than when he first picked up the phone.

Walking back into your son's bedroom, you informed the sad little boy that his dad was on his way. Warming as the look of excitment rushed through his face, jumping up in his seat and repeating the words 'daddy' to you. Shoving his teddy in your face with a giggle.

Steve was here sooner than you thought, carrying your son in your arms as you answered the door together. He jumped out of your arms and into Steve's, you watched with joy at their interaction.

Walking into the warm living room, they began playing together whilst you made a hot drink for you and Steve. They were lying on the floor together when you brought the drinks in, he was once again asking why Steve didn't live with you.

Looking at Steve in alarm, a thought drifted into your mind.

What if Steve did move back in? What if you did get back together with Steve? Would it be all bad?

You knew Steve still had feelings for you, the way he'd look at you. The way he'd lightly touch your arm, the way your stomach would flip at the sight of him.

''So, little man. Daddy doesn't live with you because me and Mommy aren't together'' Steve lifted him in the air and bringing him back down to blow raspberries on his stomach. His giggles were heard across the room.

''You don't love each other?'' his eyes were big and innocent as he looekd between you and Steve, breaking your heart slightly.

''I mean, I love your mommy little man but I think it's too late to talk about this'' he laughed half heartedly, lifting him up and placing him on the sofa before sitting next to him.

You nodded and turned on the television, a children's film was still playing. He instantly became mesmerised, Steve was able to escape and sit with you at the table.

Clutching onto your warm mugs in silence, the faint childlike music playing in the background.

''So''

''So''

''I didn't lie when I said I still loved you'' Steve's voice was quiet and slightly sad, his eyes met yours. Melting at his glance.

''I know, I would've said the same thing he had asked me'' you smiled at him, reaching across the table for his hand.

Holding it in yours, his hand felt natural in yours. Like it had finally found what it was missing.

After a while you looked over to see your son fast asleep on the sofa, Steve’s eyes looked at him with a smile. He got up, wrapping a blanket around him and carried him into his bedroom. You followed, watching as he tucked in him and kissed him. Mumbling a “I love you” before joining you.

Your bodies close together, you could feel the heat of him glowing next you. Walking silently back into the living room, you threw yourself dramatically down on the sofa. Steve laughed before joining you, flickering to something adult like on the television.

The drinks on the table had long gone cold, Steve was fixated on the show in front of him.

“Would you like a drink?” You politely turned to him, a soft smile played with your lips. Your body getting ready to leap into the cool room.

“Yes please” his eyes twinkled as they met yours, making you blush.

Rumbling quietly in the fridge, you pulled a bottle of white wine. Pouring it into 2 glasses, your eyes on Steve the whole time. You felt nervous, as you bought the glasses with you.

Steve smiled at you and took a sip, you attention turned to the television. Sitting in silence for a while, sipping your wine before Steve spoke.

“You look so pretty tonight” his voice was soft, clutching the glass in his hand as he moved closer to you.

“Ahah, I don’t but thank you” you stuttered, blushing from the compliment.

He pushed a piece of hair out your face, his arm was resting on the back of the sofa as his knee hits yours. Gulping down more of your wine as you stared into his eyes, he began talking to you about random things. Wanting to hear your laugh.

Placing your suddenly empty glass you got up and collected the chilled bottle from the fridge, whining from the cold against your skin. He laughed again, sending shivers down your spine.

Pouring more wine into both of your glasses with a dazzling smile, you turned to face. Feeling slightly tipsy, you hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and the wine has begun to hit you.

“So, Steve. We should play a little game” you poked his chest hard with each word, watching as his eyebrow raised with suspicion.

“Okay, but we know what happened last time we played one your games” his voice was tense, you knew that he meant about your son but you didn’t care in that moment.

“Yeah but it won’t happen again” you giggled, spilling the wine on your trousers with an “oops”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk as you laughed and began to think of questions.

This infamous game had been played in your friendship group for many years, you would ask the other person/people 3 questions and if they got them wrong. Then that person would have to take one piece of clothing off, and if they get the question right, the question asker would have to take an item of clothing off. The aim of the game is keep your own clothes ON.

But with you, Steve found himself almost dying to take his clothes off.

“Question 1, what colour is my car?” You smirked, taking another sip of your wine. You were sitting crossed legged in front him, your eyes twinkled in the light.

“I would have to say grey?” He guessed, not even taking a second to truly think. Knowing that he was wrong.

“Wrong!” You shouted, giggling as you watched him take off his shirt. Blushing at the sight of him.

“Okay, number 2. What did I eat today? ” you had calmed down a bit as you thought of another question.

He thought about this question for a second as he took another sip of his own glass. Whincing at the bitterness

“You ate a sandwich with some bland crisps” his mouth full with wine as his beautiful eyes pierced into you.

He knew what you ate for lunch, it was the same thing every day.

“Yes” you were less as enthusiastic, as you unbuttoned your work t-shirt to expose your bra.

“Okay, so finally question. Mr Harrington. What colour are my eyes?” You smirked, hoping that he had forgotten.

Steve blinked, of course he knew the colour of your eyes. He thought about them every second of the day, as he watched you sigh as he correctly “guessed” the colour of your eyes. You took off an easy piece of clothing, your socks and drank other bit of your wine.

“Okay, my turn. Question 1, what colour boxers am I wearing?” He winked at you.

Without thinking you reached forward, hooking your fingers around the waistline of his trousers and pulled his boxers up.

“Blue!” You shouted with excitement, watching as Steve’s face filled with shock.

“You cheated!” He placed his wine glass on the floor as lunged forward, his hands were on your body as he began to tickle you. Your wine spilling all over him.

You squealed with excitement, his lips found their way to yours making you gasp. Your hips bucking as he pinned you down onto the sofa, you enjoyed it. His weight on top of you, his hands on your body. His lips pressing against yours.

You wanted him, you needed him.

''Take me'' your words slipped out, in shock you avoided his gaze.

His fingers touched your chin as he turned your face to meet his, he kissed you. Moaning into your mouth, your bodies grinding together.

You felt yourself twitch as his bulge pressed up against you, your fingers digging into his bare skin. His lips leaving marks on your neck, your hips moving quickly against his as you moaned once more.

''Steve, I need you '' you whined, you hadn't felt this needy for him in a long while. You knew it was the wine surfacing all your suppressed feelings for him.

As he looked at you, you knew he felt the same. Extending his hand out for you to take, not loosing eye contact as you took it. Leading him into the bed room quietly, pushing him roughly onto the bed.

Scrambling to take your clothes off, it was seconds before you were both on top of each other. You had forgotten just how it felt to have sex with him.

An hour later, your breathing was all you heard. His body was generating the same amount of heat next to you, a moment of clarity as your eyes met. The wine had slightly worn off, an awkward smile as he held your hand under the covers.

“I would like to try again with you” Steve’s voice was shaky, squeezing your hand tightly.

“What at sex?” You giggled, your lips were on his cheek.

“No, I think you know what I mean” he laughed

“I know, I was being silly. I think I would like to as well, I have been thinking about you a lot. I have missed you Steve” you nestled into his chest, kissing his neck lightly.

“I’ve missed you too princess. I don’t think I want to be apart from you, I would like us all to be a little family” he looked down at you softly with a smile.

Your heart fluttered, you and Steve had never tried to be a family before but you were excited at the prospect.

“I would like to be a family as well” you lifted your head to kiss him.

Kissing him passionately with a smile, wanting to say “I love you” but you knew it was too soon.

[odetolocksmiths]

On My Way - Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader

ONE

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

In this chapter: You and your daughter Willow are traveling to Hawkins!

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

A/N: i really hope you like this! please let me know what you think so far :)

Words: 1499

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The train came to a stop with a loud creaking noise of the brakes. The carriage shook you around and the empty bottle of soda on the little counter fell to the ground. You got up, threw the bottle away in the little trashcan and grabbed your big backpack. 

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get off here.” You said, swinging your backpack around your shoulders. Willow perked up, she was sick of sitting all the time and not being able to go outside. During the train ride, she repeatedly kept asking when you both were getting off the train. Even though there was nothing to do much, at one point Willow’s energy was so drained you couldn’t keep her still. She was tired and longed to cuddle with her teddy bear, which she got as a present from the lady down the street the day you moved there when she was only one years old. This is the same lady who offered you and your daughter help to escape, by saving all the extra money you made from being a waitress at a café and even chipped in the last bit of money needed to buy these train tickets. 

Willow was holding your hand when you were making your way to the bus stations. With every breath you took, the clouds of condensation left your mouth. The tips of your ears and nose felt like it froze stiff and if you would even dare to touch it, it’d break off.

“It’s so cold.” Willow said suddenly. You gave a little huff and looked at her. With the one hand she had left, she tried to put the shawl around her neck well. 

“Here, let me help you sweetheart.” You crouched down, taking the shawl entirely off her shoulders so you could wrap it better around her face, so it covered her nose, mouth, and ears. With a simple tug at her beanie, her entire face was covered and kept warm, except for her eyes. You let your hands rest on her cheeks and pressed a kiss on her forehead. 

“We’re almost on the bus, yeah? From there we have to travel a few hours and then we get to see auntie Joyce and you can take a nap in a real bed.” Willow nodded and grabbed your hand. 

“Let’s go mama. We can do this.” She said full enthusiasm and dragged you into the direction you were walking to in the first place. Her enthusiasm made you chuckle, even though Willow experienced much sadness in her life, it surprises you every time on how positive she goes through life. Where sometimes you walk into a situation where you see no way out, Willow somehow manages to bring over her positive energy to calm you down and see things from a new perspective. She also gives you the motivation and drive to strife for her happiness, but also your own. To be honest, without her, you’d be in such a different place in your life right now. Possible worse than the situation you’re already in. 

Not long after that, you were on the bus. Before you got on, you found a place for you and Willow to do your needs and after that you bought a little breakfast, so Willow had at least something in her stomach during the last stretch of the trip. Not long after you went on board, she fell asleep and left you and your thoughts alone. You didn’t even know where to begin, your head was so full of different thoughts and memories, and you were scared that if you were going to pluck them out one by one, you’d end up like a mess. One bigger than you already were. 

Without trying to think of the sad and terrible things, you tried to think about the happier ones. Such as Willow, and Joyce. You can’t stop thinking about the moment Joyce will open the door, how will she react? What will she say? Are you welcome, even though last time you saw her you left without saying anything? Does she hate you? There were many questions floating around in your head and you tried to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios, especially the ones where Joyce would slam the door in your face, leaving you and your four-year old daughter in the cold. 

You haven’t seen your sister in ages. It’s been a couple of years since you two last talked, it was just around the time you got into a relationship with Kevin. You should’ve listened to Joyce when she tried to warn you, she didn’t trust him at all. But they say love makes blind, right? 

You and Kevin were dating for about two months, and everything went great. He was taking care of you, making sure you were okay and every time he came to visit or pick you up to go on a date, he’d bring flowers and chocolates. He was polite, kind and was everything in a man you have never had before. He made you feel good, made you feel loved. So, when he came to pick you up for a date and told you during dinner, he got a job offer a few states over, you didn’t hesitate to pack your bags and move with him across the country. Of course, you thought about saying goodbye to Joyce, but you knew she would try and stop you, so you thought it was for the best to give her a call when you arrived at your new home. But you never got around to calling her, you never even got a chance. And now it has been a couple of years. Jonathan would be a full young adult now and Will a teenager. You felt guilty for not being there for Joyce, for helping with your nephews as you know Lonnie was never around. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t thinking about them. Wondering how it would be if the contact was there again. Would you have been happier? 

With all the emotions you were feeling, you tried to neutralise your feelings the moment you saw the welcoming sign of Hawkins. With the sleeves of your sweater, you wiped away the tears that got away onto your cheek. You took a deep sniff, blew your nose with a piece of paper, and took a sip of the water bottle you kept in your bag. You put your hand on Willow’s shoulder and gently shook her so she would wake up.

“You need to wake up baby, we’re almost here.” You whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes but squeezed them shut again with a swift motion. The look of her face made you giggle. It was early in the afternoon and the sun came through. It was quite nice, the warm feeling of the rays of sunshine stretched out over your skin. 

“Can we go for ice cream?” Your daughter asked while you were watching the bus drive off in the distance. There is no turning back. You looked at her face, there was a look of hope and a glistering of happiness in her eyes. You chuckled.

“Of course, I promised you yesterday, remember?” The smile on the little girl’s face widened and she gave out a scream of happiness while clapping her hands. You guided her to the place where you remember being a snackbar a couple of years ago and you hoped it would still be there. It would be awkward to tell her now that you don’t know where to get a soft ice cream on a cone. On the inside, you said a little thank you when the snackbar was still at the spot you remembered.

You had asked the server of the snackbar if you could use the phone to call for a cab to your sister's house. Normally you would’ve walked it, but Willow was tired and there was no way you could carry your heavy backpack on your back while carrying Willow all the way. Luckily, it was no problem and within twenty minutes there was a cab waiting for you outside the building. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and now you were standing at the front door to your sister’s house. 

With a deep sigh and trying to shake out every nervous feeling, you knocked on the door. Would she be home? Would one of her sons be home? Who would answer the door? Will she recognize you? Are you welcome? What if nobody’s home, what would you do then? Where will you go if-

The sound of the lock opening interrupted your thoughts. This is it, you thought. This is the moment. You squeezed Willow’s little hand and closed your eyes. The nervousness was getting too much. You opened your eyes when the door went open to reveal a woman with brown eyes and brown hair. The woman’s face changed from neutral to one with her eyebrows raised and eyes in shock.

“Y/N?”

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 8

Word Count:  1.9k

Warnings:  mentions of children with disabilities, handicaps, or defects, low-key gaslighting, name calling, aggressive situations, mentions of cheating.

“Hey-hey…I got your text is everything okay?”

Sasha was biting her lip, new tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.  But she stopped when she saw a one year old happily sitting in her car seat, staring at herself in the mirror.

“I-yeah-oh god…I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you trek all the way down here,” she bumbled, “I thought you said that you didn’t have your daughter, and I-Andy-“

“Hey, it’s okay!” Curtis said reassuringly, cutting her off.  He reached out and pulled Sasha into a hug, being sure to wrap her up in his large form.  For a moment, she felt safe in the grizzled father’s arms.  He was like a giant teddy bear shielding her from the nightmarish episode that she’d just had with Andy, “don’t feel bad about calling me.  I was out in the city picking up Maritza anyways…”

“I thought-you said-“

“Lily is notorious for that,” he sighed, letting go of Sasha and taking a step back to look at his daughter.  She looked up at him through thick lashes and gave him a large smile.  He held up the sign for ‘I love you’ and mouthed the words.  Her smile got even bigger.  For a moment Sasha’s heart melted as she watched the little interaction.  He gave a soft sigh and looked back at Sasha, “my ex-wife.  She uh-she’s great for saying that she wants to spend time with Maritza, and then she realizes that she’s got nothing in common with her.  She never bothered to learn sign language, and a lot of the time, she just yells at her, like if she yells loud enough she’ll suddenly be able to hear her.”

Sasha felt her stomach drop, “Th-that’s horrible.”

“Well it’s one of the many reasons I’m glad her father gave me the options he did when he did.”

“Your divorce.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, tight-lipped in his answer.  He looked at the diner, “do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat?  I don’t think that Lil fed her.”

“Oh, uh sure…I-I’ve got nowhere else to be.  Not really,” she said with a frown, “my uh-Andy kicked me out.”

Curtis’ brow furrowed, “Your husband kicked you out?”

“He-he hired a PI I guess…they got pictures of you kissing me last night…Andy thinks I’m cheating on him, and he served me with divorce papers this morning.”

“Jesus…Sasha, I’m sorry…where do you live?” he asked, “I-I’ll go talk to him.  I’ll tell him it was a mistake.  I kissed you!  You pushed me away!”

“Andy’s not the kind of guy that would believe that,” she replied with another frown, “his first wife was cheating on him with her assistant…and…well…our relationship has been rocky at best.”

“Yeah…I know what that’s like.  It’s pretty hard to look past infidelity.”

“Isn’t that why you’re divorced from Lily?”

“One of many reasons,” he reiterated.  He went around to Maritza’s side of the car and began unbuckling her, “we can talk about our miseries together over breakfast…I’ll buy.”

“Curtis, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least I can do,” he replied with a sad frown as he picked his daughter up.  She giggled and waved at Sasha, “baby girl, this is Sasha…she’s going to eat with us!”

The one year old seemed to comprehend some of what he was saying, especially when he pointed at Sasha, and then to the diner, and she held up her hands and put them to her mouth like she was taking a bite out of a sandwich. 

“That’s it baby…food.” She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck.  He kissed her on the cheek and began heading towards the door, “coming, Mrs. Barber?”

“Why not!” she shrugged.  She followed Curtis into the diner, making idle conversation with him until the waitress came over.  They were quick to order a few coffees and French toast with sausage, which Curtis ended up cutting into extra small bites for Maritza to grab and eat at her leisure.  The conversation seemed to flow naturally, comfortably between them, and she found herself not even remembering why she had been so upset in the first place. 

She’d learned that Curtis was a wood shop teacher at a private high school.  The same private high school that the famed Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four taught at.  And that his ex-wife only managed to get partial custody because of the fact that she was sleeping with Thor from the Avengers. 

Her heart went out to the man; the tired, hard working father who seemed to give every ounce of his spare time to his deaf daughter.  The little girl in question seemed remarkably well adjusted for some of the horror stories that Curtis had shared with her. 

And so she, without reserve, spilled all of her woes.  How she and Andy slept together before she was eighteen, and how Andy was the father of one of her best friends.  How her own father was Steve Rogers, and that she vaguely remembered meeting Curtis’ ex-wife in passing; and was largely unimpressed by her.

But then she told him about how she came to be where she was.  How she didn’t even really know much about her children.  How her postpartum had made it so difficult to forge bonds with them that she genuinely worried that they would hate her in the future.  And how she found herself in group only because of three years ago when her daughter was undergoing a lot of tests because she became obsessed, thinking that something was wrong with her.

“But was something wrong?”

“Yeah…” she scoffed, “Andy won’t acknowledge it, but Ashley was born with a heart defect.  I wasn’t wrong when I thought she stopped breathing as a three year old in her sleep.  Who knew my paranoia would pay off, right?”

“Your daughter has a heart defect?”

“ASD…yeah…she hasn’t had open heart surgery or anything, but I get to be the bad guy!” she admitted with a frown, “she’s six now…and when she wanted to join the soccer team last year…I got to tell her no.  When she went to kindergarten I had to come in telling them that she couldn’t have recess like normal kids, that they can’t push her.  Because if they do, and her heart misses it’s rhythm because it’s racing, she could literally go into cardiac arrest.  The doctors say that as she gets older it should close on it’s own, and they looked at both Andy and I…turns out growing up in a Russian orphanage they don’t tell you everything that’s wrong before you get the kid…I gave it to her…”

“You were adopted.”

“Come on, you don’t think Steve Rogers would have actually had a kid, did you?”

“Don’t you have younger siblings?”

“Yeah…” she admitted with a sigh, “one of my best friends ended up marrying…and divorcing my dad.  She had my two sisters with him.  Both of them have the serum running through their veins.  Then he cheated on her with an old flame and had a little boy.  He’s just regular…”

“Sounds like quite a family history…”

“Guess you could say both of our histories are pretty ripe with interesting things,” she laughed sadly, “and a lot of infidelities.”

“Yeah…” he chuckled, “look, I don’t know if it will do anything or not, but at least let me talk to your husband…man to man…let me explain that it wasn’t what he thinks happened.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea in the slightest, Curtis…”

“What harm could it really do?”

“HOW DARE YOU COME BACK HERE WITH HIM!” Andy all but screamed as he threw family photos on the lawn, “DID WE MEAN NOTHING?”

“Andy, stop!” she begged, trying to stop the oncoming rush of her soon to be ex-husband as he charged towards Curtis, “Curtis and I aren’t together, an-“

“BULLSHIT!” he spat.  He pushed forwards, pressing Sasha nearly between himself and Curtis, “how long you been fucking my wife, huh?”

“Andy, I need you to calm down,” Curtis said calmly, taking another step away from him, “you’re scaring the children in your home, and my daughter in my car.  I made a mistake and thought Sasha was single.  I misread the cues and I kissed her!  But she told me that-“

“You’re un-fucking-believable, Sash,” Andy scowled, his glare turning from Curtis to her as he cut him off, “had him come up here just to tell me that you cheated on me.  Like the pictures weren’t enough?”

“Andy, he’s right, you’re scaring Michael and Ashley.  Please…calm down, for them,” she begged, her hands going to either side of his arms and gently squeezing his biceps.  She could feel the rage sitting just beneath the surface with him, “Andy, I’m not here to fight.  I’m trying to give you space, but I need to get my stuff-“

“Your stuff!” he scoffed, glaring to the garbage bags that were sitting on the corner of their driveway, “I already packed up your shit you lying, cheating whore.”

She took a sharp breath in, looking to where her stuff had been mercilessly tossed, held in black garbage bags, “Andy…”

“I took out the trash today, sweetheart,” he growled, his nostrils flaring as he spat on the ground behind him.  She frowned, looking to the broken frames that held family photos of her, Andy, Ashley, and Michael, “all of it.”

Her eyes went to the bay window in the living room while Andy shook her hands off of him.  Michael was holding Ashley against his chest, and both of them were sobbing.  Andy had already yelled at them to leave the two of them alone and not touch her when she tried to use her key.  He’d been in the middle of tearing any family photo that included her from the walls when she had pulled up. 

“This isn’t what I wanted, Andy!”

“Have your little boyfriend get all of your shit and leave my property,” Andy growled, “what you don’t get before the garbage truck comes in an hour is gone…”

“Andy!”

But he’d already turned his back on her and was storming towards the house once more.

“If I see you anywhere near my house again, I’m calling the cops, and I’m filing a restraining order!”

“The children, Andy-“

“I’ll see you in court for them, Sash.  Until then, they’re staying here!” he hissed, slamming the door.  Her eyes returned to her two crying children for only a moment before Andy pulled them away from the window and closed the blinds. 

Tears ran down her cheeks as embarrassment flooded her veins.  She didn’t have to turn around to know that each one of the neighbors in her little cul-de-sac had been watching the scene unfolding from behind their own blinds and curtains. 

It wasn’t until she felt Curtis’ large hands on her shoulders, guiding her towards the trash bags that she felt the breakfast she had itching to come back up. 

She was being forced from her home. 

From her husband. 

From her children. 

“I-I was trying,” she cried, turning towards Curtis, “I-I was doing everything to be the best wife for him.”

“Come on, sweetheart…”Curtis sighed, knowing that there was no right way to tell her that her marriage was dead and that she had to salvage what she could for the time being, “get your car unlocked.  I’ll start grabbing bags.”

Chapter 9

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[firendgold]

If you’re doing the violence ask game, can you do 9, 13 , and 19?

oooh, yes. I am indeed. Let's not delay. My friend the read-more is here to help.

choose violence ask game

9. worst part of canon

This is a very 2007 era, "I just finished Deathly Hallows" opinion, but even after all this time, I think the epilogue really is the worst part of canon. Not just because I personally dislike the canon ships, but because JKR (hereafter referred to as That Woman) had the opportunity to do some more "show not tell" for Life After Voldemort, to flesh out what the characters' priorities would be after defeating the figurehead of Wizarding Britain's prejudice and a few of his public cronies, and she just... didn't.

I probably could have stomached the canon ships if more attention was paid in the epilogue to the reforms that were made or being made to society, the ones that have only passing mentions in Pottermore or post-book interviews—the reformation of Azkaban/removal of dementors, actually seeing Harry as an Auror/Department Head (perhaps chasing down some minor league foe?), or any sort of follow up on the themes That Woman set up in the series. In DH alone we have heroes falling from pedestals, the gritty realities of war for the average people, hostile takeover of an already corrupt government, falsely torturing and imprisoning innocent people, the fallout of being betrayed by peers and/or superiors you trust, more kids becoming orphans... I could go on. There's many, many issues for the war's survivors to tackle once the dust has settled.

But we don't get that. Instead we get "here, look, the main characters got married and had kids! even Teddy is dating someone! you remember Teddy right? last time you saw him he was a baby, and now he's all grown up with a Weasley girlfriend! love love love! kiddos off to Hogwarts again! isn't that charming?" Eh... not really. I, uh, wanted to know if society has improved at all...?

I definitely get the appeal of having the "back to normal" feeling of Kids Boarding the Train at the Platform, I do... it just wasn't what I expected for the end of Harry Potter. In my not-so-humble opinion, "and then they got married and had kids" is boring in literature of any kind. It's just so boring. And it's worse for a world of magic where the characters could be doing anything else.

13. worst blorboficiation

I'm becoming such an old I had to look this up to make sure I knew what it meant before giving my opinion. :')

Am I allowed to say more than one person? This is me choosing violence, so I'm going to list off all the HP ones that came to my mind once I knew the definition.

Remus Lupin. Holy shit, bro. This fandom has ruined this character. I get that people like him. (I like him too!) I get that he's very hard to pin down because he's one of the more mysterious people, but (until recently) I've never seen a character who's pretty neutral in canon get so positively inflated by the fandom. And it's literally just because of wolfstar. Sirius gets inflated too (more on that in a sec), but Remus gets inflated just because long ago fans decided that the two of them were obviously together and, by extension, would be perfect, flawless co-dads for Harry. You could argue that Remus doesn't really show much romantic feeling towards Tonks until DH, but you'd also have to argue that he doesn't show much romantic feeling (or feelings at all, besides grief and nostalgia) for anyone.

But like... I'm not a total Debbie Downer. I get the appeal of wolfstar alone and wolfstar dads, really, but they're hard to completely buy into (especially when the latter usually turns into a Dumbledore bashfest). Sometimes fans act like their ideal of who Remus is and what he is to Harry, Sirius, and other characters is canon when it's not. Preferable to canon, maybe, but not source material at all. The wolfstar-partner-raising-Harry!Remus is nowhere close to the real Remus. The real Remus:

is unaccounted for for the first 10 years of Harry's time at the Dursleys, and for his first and second year, with no retroactive explanation given

doesn't contact Harry after year 3, and indeed isn't even seen or mentioned again until year 5

is only briefly around Harry in year 6 (you know, the year right after Sirius dies)

consents to starting a family and then almost immediately tries to leave that family behind once he finally gets bit by the "oh, maybe now I should try being Harry's surrogate parent" bug, then doesn't understand why that pisses Harry off

So. Yeah. You teach a kid the Patronus charm one time and suddenly you're the man who can Do No Wrong in 99.3% of all fanon material. It's irritating. Ships and/or found family stuff could wrangle with the man Remus is, they just choose not to in favor of recycling old fanon archetypes.

Sirius Black. Much of the same said above about Remus applies to Sirius tenfold. Sirius cares about Harry, sure, but lots of fans like to sand over the part where Sirius made one little protest about Harry going to the Dursleys, then fully committed to going after Pettigrew in 1981 without telling anyone about the Secret-Keeper switch, or anything that would have kept him out of jail even in our aforementioned corrupt wizarding society. In their minds, that evil meanie Dumbledore forced him to not whisk Harry away to Black Manor or whatever to raise him. *eyeroll*

Sirius is a character who is developmentally delayed in canon, but some of his fans downright infantilize him. Poor Sirius, he just wanted to be a baby gay and raise Harry but the Ministry/Dumbledore/That Woman just wouldn't let him. (You can argue the last one, but it is SO RARE to find a fanfic where Sirius has to grow the fuck up and face the consequences of his early choices, while also actually taking steps to be better and be a good surrogate dad for Harry.) Just because Sirius is Harry's godfather doesn't mean he's a perfect one. And he's not dealing with a typical kid either. Sirius and Harry wouldn't easily or neatly slot into typical familial roles because they've both Been Through Some Shit—and that's why their relationship is so compelling.

And I haven't even gone into the other side of fanon!Sirius, the one who's this devil-may-care man who Got All The Ladies in his time, is mostly physically and mentally unaffected by his Azkaban stint, and is only around to: support Harry in whatever independent!Harry schemes he has going on (screw Dumbledore! run away from the war somehow! become a Cool Dude! fight the power!), blather on about Lordships and fanon shit the real Sirius wouldn't give one toss about, or to give him girl advice on whatever girl (or harem) Harry is being shipped with in that particular fic. The only reason this version of Sirius isn't an obvious homophobic backlash to the "Sirius is gay" version is because I'm pretty sure this version came first chronologically in fandom. I'm actually not sure which version of Sirius is more annoying to me.

last but not least, we have:

Daphne Greengrass. Technically I shouldn't be able to put her here, because she doesn't even HAVE a canon personality. Everything about her besides her name, her House, and her sister('s relationship to Draco) is completely made up. But fanon has come to a Consensus on her, and this consensus is THE MOST annoying made-up persona in a fandom where we also have "he's just misunderstood/traumatized by the Muggle wars/going about things the wrong way!" Tom Riddle/Voldemort, "he was just being mean to Harry for his cover/Harry deserved it" Severus Snape, "brightest witch of her age And No Other Personality Traits" Hermione Granger, "he WAS going to change sides, really!" Draco Malfoy, and "purebloods wanting to gatekeep magical society and call uppity muggleborns slurs is fine actually" fanon discourse, among other irritants. Maybe it was intriguing the first time I read it. Now, it's not.

Every single time I see "politically-neutral blonde/black-haired ice queen who teaches Harry about Noble Houses/convinces him that Not All Slytherins/gets him on the Right Political Path For His Future" I want to throw up in my mouth. It's so fucking boring. It's not what Harry Potter is about to me, it's not what it should be about, and it's not even what I look for in other media. (I think the Sword of Truth series is the only series I read where there's actual politics that I care about, and it's still high fantasy!) So much Daphne and Haphne fandom content just feels like a bunch of people missed the point of the series, which is that pretentious family nonsense is just that and pureblood tradition shit doesn't matter. And Daphne's "backstory" is not even logical. Neutral factions? "Gray" factions? Do you really think that 1970s era Voldemort, at the top of his game, would have been okay with a supposedly prominent and influential pureblood family sitting out the war in the way the Greengrasses are often written? Like, actually saying "no thanks, our clan has always been capital-N Neutral" to him? No. Fuck no. He would have murdered them all and skipped away, leaving them to be found by other "fence-sitting" purebloods as an example. Yes, there are people who are neutral in wars, but not in the HP universe when Voldemort asks you directly. And the fanon Greengrasses would have been asked directly to get that skull tattoo.

I've even been bamboozled in the past into reading Haphnes that I think are going to be different but then start treading down this same stupid road, like the comments are getting to them or something. (And readers, why the fuck would you want to read the exact same fanfic 1,000 times but written by 1,000 different people? Hello??)

It's gotten to the point where it's actually refreshing if Daphne shows up in a fic and isn't shipped with Harry, or if she is but she has a completely different personality than the above. I'm reading a few Haphnes now that I can stomach because they are different or the plot is interesting enough for me to ignore the tropes, but it's been a long time since an HP fanon "collective character headcanon" or ship other than wolfstar has left such a bad taste in my mouth or caused me to actively avoid content with that character.

...oop. I know I said "last but not least" above but I forgot to mention Regulus Black so I'll briefly do so here. I don't know what happened in the last five-ish years but this man went from "devoted Voldemort follower who did one decent thing because he liked his slave, thank goodness, even though he slowed down the locket's destruction by taking it away" to "OMG my BLORBO he was fighting the GOOD FIGHT and also he's probably in love with James Potter!! and Lily is evil for keeping them apart!!" Huh?? Fanon's gonna fanon, but is one fanfic really responsible for all this? Jegulus and "secret freedom fighter Regulus" are just beyond my comprehension I guess. Mostly because it seems like fandom picks and chooses when they want a character to be evil-aligned-but-complex, and when they want to just sand over their rough edges and make them an Unsung Hero Who Did Nothing Wrong Ever. And also because I firmly believe that if James was gay, he'd have been with Sirius.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Teacher/student ships. (I mean, of course. I'm running this blog.) Of course IRL I don't condone that at all, but some of the most fascinating pairs in the HP universe are bonds between some of the professors and some of their students. Albus and Harry speak for themselves. But you've also got Minerva and Hermione to a lesser extent, and Snape with Draco in the early years (not so much later). And even those are nothing compared to the most interesting partnerships, which imo are between adults who at one point weren't both adults. Consider Albus and Minerva, who have been teaching, working and living together for at least five decades, before which Minerva was probably one of Albus' better Transfiguration students. Consider Albus and Snape, with Snape being the person who so recently graduated from being one of Albus' pupils to being one of his closest confidants. Consider Horace Slughorn and... well, Tom Riddle was my first choice, but really him with any student, because imo that man is very weird about networking with children. Hell, consider Albus and Tom because you know that was the most awkward seven years either of them has ever had, both being so powerful and skilled while intensely disliking each other. They're all so good. Playing with power dynamics can be fun. Especially when (and this is the only time I want politics in my HP fics!!) the older party potentially faces consequences, or doesn't, for taking advantage of the younger one, precisely because of who's involved and who's on the Hogwarts Board of Governors and what war's going on right now in the background and...

I think that's all the violence I can dish out for these questions! Thanks for the ask.~