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red-room-studi0 · 2 months ago

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WIR AU Introduction!!!! "ReinC̴̢̺̹̿̐̊͂̉Ȍ̸̬̘̭̬́̈Ḑ̸̯̫͔̝̋̎̓̏Ẽ̸̠̤̤̰͕̆͐͝D̶̹̜͆̒͜ AU"

(oooo spooky title)

Soooo uhhhh this is an Wreck It Ralph AU of mine that is also a self inserbut uh if u don't like that then uhhhhhh. Sorry.

ANYWAY! I'm bad at explaining things so just bear with me here! *Freddy Faz bear noises 🐻*

Oke oke- Sooo basically this AU is about this Girl "Annabelle" (my self insert teehee) who had gotten trapped in the Sugar Rush game somehow just by messing with the game cabinet while the Arcade was closed (spooky black magic shit ik). But later she finds some weird red glitchy blob by Cola mountain, she messes with it for a bit and then HOLY SHIT IT'S TURBO??? WHAT???!!! NO WAY! But Turbo is in his virtual form (like a ghost form of some kind, idk just keep listening to me yap) instead of his physical form (and oh boy is his physical form way more fucked up than his virtual form). Time goes by and Annabelle is Ruling Sugar Rush (yeah ik that doesn't make sense but just wait till I get to the lore part and as to why oke? oke-). So yeah she has been made to rule a literal sugar kingdom while she also has to be a playable character to NOT look sus to other game characters watching. (ofc this did not work cuz erm- what the sigma??? new girl??? where Vanellope???????)

LORE

OK! now for the lore and as to WHY??? AND HOW???

Sooo, Annabelle had move into town and then found out there was a cool arcade nearby where she was now living. Ofc that being Litwack's Arcade :3. For a little while she had been a daily visitor to the arcade and ofc Sugar Rush was her #1 favorite arcade game and played it EVERY DAY. She would play other games too ofc (Fix It Felix Jr would be her last resort game when all the other games in the arcade were Occupied).

Now as for Annabelle's personality? She is pretty nice and very fun to be around if you like her at first sight. She has a bit of an ego though, It pretty much started developing when she would win all the time in that Sugar Rush game. She had ALWAYS been the #1 person on that sugar rush leader board (I actually don't know if there even is a leader board in the game but NOW IT DOES >:]). Unfortunately that would change when a couple of assholes would come in and mentally put her down saying shit like uhhh "lol, ur so bad", "I could bet you in a race like that" (they're jealous lol). Ofc this gets on Annabelle's nerves and this makes her think she has competition (and she did) AND her way to cope and talk back at them with bs like this was to STROKE HER EGO (oh honey noooo D,:). Ofc this eventually gets to her when she starts fumbling in the game and is starts losing with every chance she gets (yes getting 2sd place means losing to her, sounds familiarrrrrrr ◉_◉). She has been losing her place on the leaderboard and eventually the Assholes find out and then they quite literally take a mental tole on her (ya wanna know what's really funny??? These assholes are literal teenage kids... Annabelle is literally fucking 20 like- HONEY THEY'RE KIDS STOP WORRYING 😭😭😭).

One night Annabelle hits a breaking point and NEEDS to be back on that #1 spot on the leader board BY. ANY. MEANS. NECISSARY.

Phhhfffttt- Oh nonono- she is NOT losing to a couple of kids that have been bulling her for the past couple of days! Hell NO! So what does she do???? Break into the Arcade overnight!!!! WhAt CoUlD pOsSiBlY gO wRoNg??? *screaminggggg and cryinngggg*

So Annabelle breaks in the Arcade, UNFORTUANTELY She had forgotten her quarters back at home. Sooooo she goes back home and doesn't bother✨ JK SHE DECIDES TO BREAK INTO THE GAME CABNET TO STEAL QUARTERS 💀 (mind u that Annabelle is UNAWARE that these game characters are sentient, so even if she did have her change on her and put them in... they would NOT be there) Annabelle rummages around and is suddenly hit with some powerful shock and blacks out (Nice one girl 😒). Annabelle wakes up and HOLY SHIT- WHAT THE FUCK??? SHE'S IN SUGAR RUSH???? WHAT THE HELLLLL?????? (ofc this whole time she thinks she's dreamingggg but the scary reality finally hits her eventually 😁😁😁) Annabelle Finds out about Game Central Station and oh my god it looks to scary for her- nope, She's staying inside Sugar Rush. And heaven forbid if one of them finds out she's human in the game world, they could probably kill her *🥲*. I almost forgot to mention that her physical appearance slowly starts to change the longer she's in the game world. Her skin starts to look paler and slightly grey; her eyes are tinted yellow and her eyerises are turning a darker shade of blue. And this is due to the exposure to the atmosphere of the game world. So it looks like she's dying but she's not. :,]

Anyway about this Red g̵̋͜l̸̯̾i̶̱̍t̶̩͒c̴̪̀h̸͖́ÿ̶̦ blob she found beside Cola Mountain~

After a while of her walking around and Exploring Sugar Rush (and to find a safe place to stay *sobs*) She sees a red glint in the corner of her eyes by the mountain and ofc goes to check it out (naauuurrrrrrr!!!!), She finds it, picks it up, messes with it for a minute and she's suddenly hit with a painful red shock that literally makes her fall to the ground. And with some spoooky electronic glitchy magic bs going on in front of her this blob takes in the form of... guys... You'll NEVER guess who it is!... It's Turbo! what a goddamn surprise! I bet u never guessed right hehehehehehe >:] jk (I just realized how long this is getting. I'm sorry to all my ADHD people 😭😭😭)

I'll try to explain this part really quick :,)

Turbo meets Annabelle in his Virtual form, Annabelle os freaked out about this shit cuz holy fuck what is that creepy ass glitchy tall shadow creature???? (yes his virtual form made him tall 🤭) So after some back and fourth talking and them introducing themselves and Turbo going on about his pathetic sob story as they why he's like this and all that bs talk, Annabelle asks if he could be able to take her home because of his coding abilities and all that stuff. He says he will BUT, in order to help her get "home" SHE has to do something for him first in order for that to happen. He NEEDS everything back that was all taken away from HIM and he need her help to get it all back just by Reincoding him back to his physical from (unfortunately for Turbo, his powers and abilities are limited when he's in his virtual form.). Annabelle agrees. (spoiler alert: There is actually no way she can get home, she's stuck in the game world forever. 🥲)

Now how this will happen is:

• Get inside the castle and enter the code room, Find Sour Bill and hold him at knife (ik, very dramatic and over the top but somethings gotta work) point. He will help her get into the code room with a rope to tie around her in order to stay safe and not float away in the black abyss of the code room (ofc he tells her the Nintendo code)

• He will be with her when this happens, Annabelle will need to destroy Vanellope's code and keep it away from all the other codes just like he did when he Ruled Sugar Rush. This will ensure that Vanellope will forget EVERYTHING (this means her memories about Ralph and everyone else she has befriended and her memories she has held dear)

• Turbo will teach her how to code a new character sprite for herself and put EVERYTHING in it that will make her Rightful Ruler. Annabelle gives herself the Name "Queen Sweetheart" Omori Reference???? (Turbo designed a dress for her, She found it pretty sus on how low the bust area is but whatever, she has other clothing designs for herself. Whatever works)

• Alright Vanellope is out of the way and now considered a threat once again and no one has NO memory of Vanellope and Annabelle is officially rightful ruler of Sugar Rush

• She will announce that there will be a big Racing event in THREE DAYS (ofc the whole part with the coins from the first movie is brought back to ensure that Vanellope CANNOT enter the race again.

• When that day comes Turbo will virtually go into Annabelle's body (It's painful) and then she will go racing with him virtually inside her.(Please don't get the wrong idea I couldn't think of any other way to say it 😭😭😭) She HAS TO WIN. If she doesn't then he will find her completely useless and not help her get back home. *😐*

When Annabelle wins that race Turbo is finally back to his physical form and 100% fully alive and will take everything back that has been taken from him. (sure Turbo, sure 😒)

Ofc there will be people getting in the way of Their plans cuz people want to know why there's suddenly a new character and "WHAT THE FUCK DID U DO TO VANELLOPE???" -Ralph probably 🤭

With the help of some people Vanellope eventually starts to regain memory. "How will Vanellope get into that Race? she has no medal!" Well Felix was nice enough to give him one of his to use, he was hesitant *raises eyebrow* but he had to do it for the sake of Vanellope.

I was gonna type in more but I think that would be spoiling some stuff so uh yeahhhh. I'll stope here for now! uhhhh Thanks for readingggg. (If u even read this far into my AU Lore and stuff 😇)

I'd love to type more story and lore but like the last bits are like the best parts so like- I'll save those for art hehehehe.

If you like this AU then YIPPEEEE!!!!! ✨✨✨

If not then uhhhh 😐😐😐

thx for reading anyway 🥲

Anyway uh I'll make ref sheet's for Turbo and Annabell/QS soon dw 😁😁😁

If u have questions about the AU, my inbox is open for asks!!! ✨✨✨ I'd love to answer :333

Oke uh Bye 💖

#wreck it ralph #turbo #turbo wreck it ralph #wir au #wreck it ralph au #I didn't think I would be writing a whole ass chapter book 😭#turbotastic

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iceunhie · 11 months ago

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HAPPY NEW YEAR (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ !

i honestly didn't know i would get this far in this blog and i sure most definitely did NOT expect to be able to make so many people's days with my works. to my followers, thank you so so so much for supporting every post of mine and for taking the time to read the silly little writings i post ever since i started this blog at ( 08/22/2023 ) for your kind words, funny reblogs and overall general love for all my works. it truly does mean alot to me. to all my anons who have went ham in my inbox, you all brighten up my day, even though i take so long to respond 😭 to my mutuals, i've met so many cool people here and tumblr has become such a place of comfort for me because of you all. i wish everyone a happy new year and also a toast to more memories and experiences with you all. m.notes ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° -> to all the moots i haven't mentioned, please know that i hold you all so highly and will fight for u all with my life, have a wonderful and amazing new year!!!

🎆 MESSAGES FOR YOU !

for my anons : calc, printsessa, ⚡ anon, delivery anon, all nameless anons -> YOU GUYSSSSS (gn) you are all so sweet, thank u so so much for leaving brainrots and funny ass concepts to the table about anything at all!! please do interact with me more sometime, i may not express it well but i truly do appreciate everyone of you.

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sincerely and from the heart, mhie 💗

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 8 months ago

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

CHAPTER 15

Nobody tells you how quickly time flies by when you’re a parent. Jenevelle is already three months old, and she’s been nothing short of a miracle in our lives. She’s still so small yet so full of life; full of smiles and laughter throughout the days, and hardly cries. Gale and I finally have her transitioned to her room in her crib now, which was so hard – not for her, but for me. Having her in the bassinet by our bed gave me a sense of comfort, knowing I could easily check up on her and make sure she’s breathing. On another note, I’m grateful for our friends, but especially since she’s been born. Karlach will come and babysit once or twice a month while Gale and I go out and have a night to ourselves, which has been so nice. At first, it was an adjustment leaving her for the first time, but I’m glad we are able to get a break every once in a while.

The morning sun rises, and I notice Gale isn’t in bed with me. He does like to wake up rather early and enjoy the dawn, drinking his warm coffee and watching the sun rise. That’s when he has his best ideas for research. I get out of bed and notice Gale on the balcony, where he’s holding Jenevelle and they’re both enjoying the outside world.

“Ah, there’s my love,” Gale says, smiling as I sit down next to him. He leans in for a kiss as the morning sunlight pours over our skin. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, of course not. I was just ready to get up and start my day. I’m glad you are both having a quiet morning.” He gently bounces Jenevelle in his arm and takes a sip of his morning coffee with the other.

“Indeed. I’m just happy you got to sleep in some. I got so much done this morning. I had some sort of…morning epiphany that caused me to wake up and get a jumpstart on the day. I did some of my studies, made breakfast for us, which is sitting on the kitchen table by the way, and I got Jenevelle up, dressed, and fed…” As he continues to speak, I can’t help but admire him. “...and I just wanted to make your morning a little easier since I don’t teach today.” His brown eyes shimmer, transitioning into a tint of golden honey as the sun shines upon his face at a perfect angle.

“I appreciate you and how considerate you are. I truly love you more than words can define,” I tell him as I stretch my body, releasing all tensions held within me. He smiles, trying to fight that cute chuckle he always does.

“Thank you. That means the world to me. I love you too.” As we sit here enjoying the peace, the gentle breeze of Waterdeep air brushes the messy hair out of my face. As I look down at the town square below us, I see there’s a festival going on with various vendors and some bards playing some tunes for a large crowd. I actually notice Shadowheart, believe it or not, and it’s as if she’s looking for something in particular. She’s probably doing some shopping. I’m thinking about going down and buying Jenevelle a crochet owlbear or maybe a quilted blanket.

“Are you thinking about the festival?” Gale asks, studying my face.

“Erm, no…”

“You want to go, don’t you?” I laugh lightly, but then hide it with a fake cough. Is it silly for a grown woman to want to go to a fun festival?

“Can we?” He smiles and hands the baby over to me as he stands up from his seat.

“Of course. Let me go get dressed and we can head out. I’m going to avoid a robe this time, just in case some of my students are there. As much as I enjoy discussing the physics of magic and teaching others how to perform it correctly, I’d rather spend my time with my family enjoying the beauty of Waterdeep and its festivities.”

While Gale goes inside to get ready, I continue to observe the happy crowds from above; people casually dancing to the music, live entertainment of a comedic orc doing stand up, and of course delicious food. Mmmm. I can smell funnel cakes from up here.

We head down to the fun market area for the festival and notice various shops and vendors on every corner throughout the square. So many children are running around playing, eating, and having fun. I almost can’t wait until Jenevelle is walking and can enjoy fun events like this, playing with other children. For now, I have her wrapped in the baby carrier attached to my body, curled up and comfortable as we stroll the calming streets of Waterdeep.

“What a perfect day for such a festival. I clearly don’t get out enough, I feel like I haven’t seen any signs anywhere,” I say, observing the exciting area around us. I do notice a few clowns around us, which immediately brings flashbacks of Dribbles the Clown back at Baldur’s Gate, except we killed him and he was actually a shapeshifter. Long story short, he and several other shapeshifters were sent by Orin to murder me. Now that I look back on it, I feel honored to be such a threat to her.

“Oh, I have a slight inkling this was all planned last minute,” Gale says, chuckling. “Nonetheless, it’s fun to get out and enjoy this time together.”

We grab food and sit down at the music event, where three high elf bards are performing some new music I haven’t heard of before, but they’re pretty good! As we’re watching the concert, I hear my name nearby by a familiar voice – Shadowheart, perhaps? I turn around and notice her approaching us, and she sits down next to me. She has a bag full of items she bought from the various shops and vendors.

“Shadowheart?”

“I know I live like, two blocks down from you, but I saw you two walking and wanted to…give the baby a gift. But then I lost you when I spotted you both at the festival. I didn’t want to interrupt any future plans you might have later, so I figured I’d come by now.” She hands me an adorable pink owlbear plush from her bag, which is almost as big as Jenevelle herself. “The pink owlbear was the last one left. Since I don’t have children yet, I figured I’d spoil your little one while I still can.” I smile, taking the owlbear plush from her.

“Wow, this…is so kind. Thank you.”

“You want children, Shadowheart?” Gale asks. “Man, I wish I knew that earlier. We’d have asked you to babysit if you ever wanted to get the feel of parenthood.”

“I… I do. Now that our adventures are in the past, I’m in a comfortable position where I know I could be a mother. I would adopt, however.”

“A very kind and selfless choice.” I don’t know why but it surprises me that she wants to be a mother. I never got that vibe from her, but I do recall her saying right before fighting the elder brain that she ‘wants to have children once this is all over.’

“Definitely come by when you can. If you’re free tomorrow, maybe you can come by and we can have some tea or coffee while Gale is teaching?” She smiles with pure delight, as if she’s excited to hang out with me for the first time in a few weeks. I don’t know why we don’t get together more often.

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I better go grab Astarion before he commits some heinous acts in the middle of the square.”

Gale and I shop around, getting new handmade clothes for Jenevelle and various fruits, vegetables, and other ingredients so I can bake a yummy dessert. Baking is one of my specialties, after all. After soaking in the sun partaking in a lovely little family venture, we head home due to Jenevelle getting fussy. However, we get home to put her down for a nap and she is screaming inconsolably. What we thought was her being tired is actually fear; something is causing her to feel sudden fear.

After about thirty minutes of her lying on my bare chest, she calms down and falls asleep. This was unusual behavior for her, especially since she hardly cries, but I’m glad she’s doing alright now.

“My head is throbbing from the screaming. I can’t imagine how she was feeling. I do hope she’s okay,” Gale says, carefully eyeing our sleeping baby as she sleeps in her crib.

“Me too. Maybe she’s just exhausted? Teething? Growing pains?” We watch her sleep peacefully in her crib for a moment, then head down to the living area to relax for about an hour or two. We plop down on the violet velvet sofa next to each other, curled up in a cuddling position. I’m worried about Jenevelle, but I’m sure I’m just being paranoid.

“You might be right about her possibly having pains of some sort, but part of me believes something else is going on. Maybe she saw something that frightened her. Poor baby,” Gale says, followed with a sigh. “I hate feeling daunting like this, but that must be part of being a parent, hm?” He kisses the side of my head for a couple seconds straight, one of the various affections I adore. “I love you. I think we’re doing pretty well as new parents.” I look up at him with my dark brown eyes, staring directly into his as we snuggle closely.

“I love you too. So much. And I couldn’t agree more.”

I suddenly remember that Karlach is supposed to come over tonight to watch Jenevelle while Gale and I attend our monthly date night.

“Oh damn, I forgot we were going out tonight. My mom brain sure shows its true colors now,” I mention.

“Do you want to cancel?”

“No, no, it’s okay. Jenevelle will adore seeing aunty Karlach.” I really try not to cancel our date nights since we don’t have them too often; however, Gale’s mom is coming down in two weeks so we may get another one then. She’s been dying to hold and babysit our little girl.

“Good. I look forward to our evening together.”

I smile as I watch the glowing sun set from our living room window, thinking how blessed I truly am. Life is finally perfect again.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #karlach #dnd #dungeons and dragons #astarion #shadowheart #gale bg3 #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #wyll ravengard #halsin

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princess-hope-selfships · 12 days ago

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⚡LIGHTNING ROUND!!⚡

Jervis, your perfect date night (or day) with Hope! GO! [BONUS:] would you want to dress her up for the date in something specific (assuming she agreed)?

Jonny, something Hope has not yet experienced that you want her to experience with you! could be an activity, a book, a food, a sensation, anything!

Eddie, gush about Hope because I know you love talking! Literally just type whatever you think of that you like about her until someone physically takes the keyboard away. No limits, no filter, get weird, GO NUTS

OKAY DON'T THINK TOO HARD ABOUT IT GO GO GO!! (@marshmallowloves (but like. no real pressure obviously take your time answering IRL kjdfhg))

Edward: OOOOH YEAHH LIGHTNING ROUND LET'S GO GENTLEMEN ME FIRST ME FIRST

I LOVE HOPE. I love her so much she's so beautiful and fun and creative and smart and I love watching her do anything. She could be sleeping and I'd just sit there and watch her because she's so

Jonathan: Wow. Made it weird immediately.

Edward: NOT YOUR TURN 😤 ANYway I fell in love with her the moment I saw her in her films, and it's just grown and grown since then. Honestly it's fate that our paths have crossed, I mean it was only a matter of time before she fell into my lap let's be honest, she's perfect and I'm perfect, we were made for each other. She was destined for me and mmmmmm 💚💚💚

You know she met me, for the first time, while we were holding her captive, you know that? She met me not as myself, but as R.id.dler, and yet she still managed to fall in love with me, despite being her captor, honestly, if that's not true love I don't know what is

(Jonathan shushing him and trying to grab the laptop in the background)

Ijustadorehersososomuch she always says "i'm normal" after she gushes about us on this blog well now I'M GOING TO DO IT I'M NORMAL I'M VERY NORMAL ABOUT HOPE!!!!!! I'M NORMAL!!! I SELFSHIP WITH HOPE I'M NOOORRRMMMAL

Jonathan: you cANNOT just come in here and TALK ABOUT THE ABDUCTION LIKE THAT??? That was a very unhinged and manic response, have you taken your medication??

Edward: I can't hear you over the sound of it being Jervis's turn.

Jervis: Hm- Hrm. Well... a perfect date, oh... well... a... I'm dropping the rhymes for this, I- I can't do it 😖

I'd love simply to go walk in a garden together, outdoor or indoor. It's getting quite cold now, the flowers simply wouldn't be in bloom, but an indoor garden would do nicely... Thinking of having her on my arm while we admire the pretty blossoms is enough to make me blush, I will be honest. It would be made all the lovelier if we were to

Mmm... if I had a choice in what she'd wear, well I do love her evening gowns... erm. Her fit and flare dresses are some of my favorites... She even has a pretty white petticoat she wears beneath to make the skirt flare even more, and it's... erm, a very lovely sight indeed!

In particular she looks lovely in dark red... and I do love when she wears her large hairbows, she has a particular white lacy one that I quite like... I-I'm done now, Jonathan, y-you go-

Jonathan: Goodness. What a range of lovers Hope has in us. Mm... well one thing I'd love for Hope to experience is going on a ride on my horse, Clarabelle. Ah... if Clarabelle can handle two people at once, it'd be lovely to ride together, but I'll have to test that out... don't want Hope getting bucked. Hope does love horses, she's absolutely in love with my sweet Clara, but she's never gotten a chance to ride her. We have a sizable pasture near the farmhouse, and I'd just... love to give her the opportunity.

Edward: Ohhh.... 🥺 Oh Jonathan she'd swoon if she read this, you should go tell her right now- I'm gonna show her-

Jonathan: do NOT SHOW HER I am waITING TIL I CAN PROPERLY PLAN IT OUT-

#f/ovember #faves take tumblr #ooc: I'M ACTUALLY reworking my interpretation of Jervis after watching the BTAS episode and I'm like #ooc: mmm I got the rhyming thing from the ar.kha.mverse jervis???? and I was going for somethin a little different then #ooc: BUT NOW he's just... like not quite like that anymore IDK WHATEVER OVERTHINKS MY OWN CHARACTERIZATION #ooc: anyway thANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I'M DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ooc: also I DO ACTUALLY HAVE A PETTICOAT it's big and white and made of tulle and it makes me feel like a princess

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jmagnabo92 · 11 months ago

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GGSB Fest 2024 - Day 2 - Trip Down Memory Lane

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

Prompt: Old Photos

When Sirius catches Harry looking at his photo album, he decides to make one with all of the photos he has and share some fun stories with him.

AO3

***

These days, Sirius never really sleeps. Every time he tries, he wakes with nightmares that are actually quite real – being stuck in this house, being a fugitive, getting his soul sucked out, having everyone think he killed his best friends…

He shakes himself, it’s better that he just tries not to sleep.

Thus, he makes his way downstairs, not sure what he would do down there, but it’s better than trying to sleep. However, he’s surprised when he sees Harry sitting in the kitchen with a photo album.

��Harry?”

“Oh, Sirius,” Harry says, surprised. “I, er –”

He’s blushing a bit, like he’s embarrassed.

Sirius makes his way over beside him. “What’re you looking at?”

“Oh, erm, my photo album… Hagrid made it for me at the end of my first year,” Harry states, looking down at the album rather than at Sirius.

“Oh,” Sirius states. “May I look, too? I bet I could tell you some stories?”

Harry looks up. He’s clearly uncertain, but Sirius can tell how much he wants that. “Yes,” he says, a bit too eagerly. “I mean, if you want.”

“Of course, I do.”

Sirius sits beside Harry and begins telling him little stories about the photos inside. There’s not as many photos as Sirius would assume given that James and Lily were at least friends for a majority of a decade. He’s sure that’s he’s got a lot more photos than this and resolves to get them all together for another photo album.

Until then, he’s telling Harry stories of the events leading up to the wedding. James had been a complete mess despite how utterly in love with Lily he was and Lily, for her part, had her own freakout. As the designed best mate for both of them, Sirius had a front row seat to the craziness, which he can happily now share with Harry.

Unfortunately, they have to call it a night earlier than planned once Tonks arrives in from her shift. Harry’s tired anyway, but Sirius is given a new mission – create a new photo album, but first, he has to find the photos.

***

It takes the better part of three days to find every photo he could which had him, James and Lily in them. As he looks at them spread out over his bed, he realizes that they are a lot more than he realized. He had thought that most of them were entirely lost, but his spell to return his lost possessions had manage to return them all.

Many of them included his photos of him and James in their Hogwarts years. Given that he was as close to Lily as he was James, he has plenty of similar photos with her. And of course, they have so many pictures of baby Harry.

He was the light of all their worlds.

“Hey, Sirius, Mrs. Weasley asked me to –” Harry starts from the doorway, but he pauses at the sight of the photos. “What are all these?”

“Oh, erm, well – I, er, noticed that you didn’t have that many photos when we were talking the other night. I figure – well, I was their best friend and – and there were many people lost that maybe that was why… so, I wanted to get you all of mine. I was hoping to make another photo album for you and gift it to you before school. I could fill in some of the stories with letters or whenever we could chat…”

Harry is staring at him unbelievably and makes Sirius nervous.

“Er, unless you don’t –”

He’s thrown off by Harry launching himself into Sirius’ arms. “That would be so awesome! Can we make it together? You could – maybe, tell me the stories as we come across the photos?”

Sirius grins. “I’d love to. Want to start now? Unless, you said Molly –”

“Oh, er, yeah, she sent me up here to see if you wanted dinner.”

Sirius nods. “Why don’t we get something to eat, and we can start our project afterwards?”

“Sounds brilliant.”

***

An hour later, Sirius is grinning as Harry laughs uproariously. He just told him the story about James walking around Hogwarts with Prongs’ antlers because of a failed attempt to transform for three weeks. Harry thought it was a hoot (and amazed that anyone believed their lie that Sirius tried a bad prank on him).

“How did he sleep?”

“Terribly,” Sirius admits. “He always used to roll around a lot – he ended up the floor more than once, but he couldn’t with antlers, so he was quite put out about it.”

“I imagine,” Harry says, grinning. “I can’t believe no one knew after that.”

“I’m not convinced no one knew, partially because when your mum found out, the first thing she said was ‘so that’s why he had antlers for weeks’.” He laughs. “I think people just assumed that couldn’t be it, like seeing something – assuming the correct thing, but then going, nah, not possible and ignoring the signs.”

“Until faced with the truth,” Harry states. “Sounds about right. How’d McGonagall react?”

Sirius laughs. “Well, Dumbledore explained to the Order as I sat as Padfoot, and when I transformed, she took one look at me and walked out. She came back a minute later and proceeded to lecture me on how reckless it was for the three of us to become animagi on a whim to potentially help Remus before we turned of age. When she finished, she paused before stating ‘well, that explains why you were always ahead in my classes – and always disruptively entertaining yourselves’.”

Harry laughs. “What does that even mean?”

“Well, we were ahead in that class for obvious reasons, so we usually spent class time trying to come up with a prank or something to entertain ourselves.”

“Nice.”

They move through more photos, Sirius telling stories about James and Lily’s obvious pining for each other but denying it.

“What makes you think they were pining if they were fighting all the time?” Harry questions, evidently not understanding their dynamic as he looks at a photo of a pink-haired James with devil horns, and Lily laughing in the background. “This certainly doesn’t show pining to me.”

Sirius chuckles. “Well, I know because both of your parents used to complain for hours about each other – to me.” He’s grinning as he remembers the nights spent listening to both and teasing them relentlessly. “You see, I was as close to your mum as I was to your dad, but things were complicated with my family. I didn’t want to risk making her a target as things weren’t great with the war getting worse and worse every year we were at school, so we kind of kept it secret. So, we’d meet up in the middle of the night and she would talk for hours about how annoying James was to her, but honestly, I think she just wanted to deny any feelings because of other complicated things at the time.” He did not want to bring up Snape, so he says, “Your dad, on the other hand, had it easy mooning over Lily – mainly because he couldn’t hide his feelings to save his life. He wasn’t the type to ‘play nice’ if you get my drift. He had a terrible poker face.”

Harry nods. “I could see that. Why pretend when it’s obvious?”

“Exactly. So, they were both terrible piners – Lily was just better at hiding it.”

Harry hums, moving onto other photos. Like the one from Slughorn’s Christmas Party seventh year.

“Is this –”

“Their first date? Yes,” Sirius says. “It was actually an accidental date…”

“An accidental date?”

Sirius hums. “Er, yes. See, I was supposed to go with her. As friends, obviously. She wanted to ask James because they were Heads together and she thought – well, he’d grown a lot – but she freaked out and couldn’t manage it, and instead, asked me. I knew, of course, about their feelings – so I … faked ill and told James to go in place. She ended up confessing in the middle of the dance floor – and I, under James’ cloak – snapped this photo.”

“So, without you – I might not be here,” Harry jokes, playfully.

Sirius laughs. “You could say that, but honestly, I think they were always destined to get together. You were always meant to be here.”

Harry hums as he continues to add photos to the album. “Oh, we had a puppy?”

Sirius clears his throat to stop himself from laughing. “Not exactly.”

“Then you shrunk Padfoot?”

“Er, no, but you’re getting closer.”

“Closer to what?” Harry asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Sirius grins. “That puppy is a – well, not quite – Animagus.”

“What does – wait, are you saying that’s me?” Harry asks, entirely confused, despite Sirius’ nod. “How is that even possible?”

“Well, we’re not exactly sure,” Sirius states. “You were too young to remember or explain, so we just… know that whenever we were playing together with me as Padfoot that you’d suddenly become Snuffles.”

“Snuffles?” Harry asks, incredulously. “That’s the name of baby me or puppy me?”

“Well, it was silly and adorable like you – it fit.”

Harry’s looking down at the photo in complete shock. “That seems… like … how?”

Sirius shrugs. “Like I said – no idea, but well, it happened for months – every time I visited, I’d play with you as Padfoot, and you would be there as Snuffles and – it was fun.”

“And tiring apparently,” Harry says, adding a picture of Padfoot sleeping and curled around Snuffles. “I can’t believe I don’t remember.”

“Yeah, that isn’t so great, but at least now you have the photos.”

Harry nods, as he continues putting more photos in the album. He pauses again as he spies a photo of one-year-old Harry on a broom. “Ooooh, that’s me on a broom.”

“It is,” Sirius says, grinning. “I saw it and I just had to get it for you for your birthday. You were always a natural.”

Harry grins. “Dad looks a little worried in these pictures.”

Sirius hums. “He was always a quidditch fanatic, but he never realized the danger until I bought you that. I couldn’t make it to your first birthday, but I called by a week later after getting your mum’s letter and he gave me a what-for for giving it to you. Claimed I was trying to cause you to destroy the house or break something. Your mum just started laughing. Said that of course you were a natural, and that she thought it was cute. Besides, they had magic, they could protect you.”

“Dad was overprotective, then?”

“He was,” Sirius agrees. “He wasn’t always, but when it came to you – he wanted to wrap you in bubble wrap and keep you as safe as possible. Sadly, you can’t do that – it isn’t exactly a life worth living, you know?”

Harry nods. “Yeah, yeah, I get that.”

He yawns as Molly comes in to suggest going to bed. Harry looks like he doesn’t want to end their trip down memory lane, but Sirius can see how tired he is.

So, he says, “Why don’t we pause for tonight, but we can continue our trip down memory lane tomorrow?”

Harry brightens. “I’d like that.”

“Then, tomorrow it is.”

“Good night, Sirius.”

“Good night, Harry.”

With that, he’s off to bed – grinning for the first time since he arrived here, and so, is Sirius.

He looks down at the photos. “You’d both be proud of him. He’s a great kid.”

He sighs and gathers their things. He’d put it away and go to bed himself. Maybe tonight… he won’t have any nightmares.

Maybe tonight, he’ll just enjoy his trip down memory lane.

#sirius black #harry james potter #sirius and harry saturday #sirius and harry #good godfather sirius black #Good Godfather Sirius Black Fest 2024

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thatstatstoyou · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my account. This will be a oc rp blog. The character I'll play as is Tatsou Chizaku.

🤓☝️; Erm that's cringe, who cares about some weird OC blog

🐉- Um okay Theo, obviously you do if you wanna ask in the first place. Whenever I think something isn't my thing I .. oh idk... Try and NOT comment on a post with it?

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Ints:

Oc or cannon rp blogs!

Mod is under 18+ so please no NSFW (Flirting I do not care)

Dares or pranks are always welcomed

I'll try to respond with drawings of my oc

Your welcome to ask questions or even rp if you like

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Dni:

Any hate of any kind (I will laugh in your face) This is a safe place for everyone

Nothing too creepy or weird please.

No detailed NSFW things please and thank you

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BYI:

I'm pretty straight forward about things

I use the same tone as you use with me. Are you an asshole? I'm an asshole then. Are you sweet to me? I'm sweet back :3

I am TERRIBLE with tone when texting, please either use tone tags or make it obvious about your emotions on the text. TY!!

~`|•BACKSTORY•|`~

Tatsou and her older sister, Raine lived in a small village northern from the location of final selection. Raine lived in a rather poor family as they didn't have much. Her father being a common thief and the mother being a saint. Raine has a sister named Tatsou Chizaku who is 2 years younger. When Raine(7) and Tatsou(5) were younger. Their father taught Raine how to steal food and jewelry. Which caused them to be looked down on. Months after a demon attacked which led to the death of Raine's parents.

Tatsou was then raised by her sister Raine. Raine did most of the stealing foods and stuff for survival while tatsou was either the distraction or off to the side. Once when Raine and tatsou were going to 'borrowing' food, the owner of the shop caught her and was gonna punish her. One night a demon attacked the village causing everyone to panic. Tatsou was separated from Raine and almost was attacked by the demon. Luckily a demon slayer came before it could and blocked Tatsou before killing it off. Tat was so appreciative after the lovely demon slayer brought her back to Raine and ever since then wanted to be a demon slayer.

Tatsou has always been fascinated in Dragons and always went to collect lizards. One day when she was catching a lizard she saw 3 swords on the back of a river where demon slayers were bathing. Tatsou being the angel she was.... Took the swords when they weren't looking and ran off with them to show Raine.

~`|BASIC INFO|`~

Tatsou is a 16 year old, 5'5 Kinoe Ranked demon slayer. Her breathing style is Dragon breathing that she made herself. Like her sister she has very strong bones, mainly in her legs and arms as that's where she mainly trains.

She mainly focuses on agility and wisdom making her battle IQ very high as well as her flexibility, and movements. She fights in a style like The lion dance as well as basic Katana fighting ig?..... Tatsou has amazing spatial awareness meaning it's hard to sneak up to her and she can sense a demon around the area she is in

(like the police man from rainy and a chance of meatballs/j)

Disadvantage; to many demons can over welm her and if she were to work with anyone like Genya and Nezuko she would accidentally almost attack them because she would mentally process they are not on her side before she sees them

Tatsou is a duals welder except the 'chips' on her sword are actually there to cut down trees or collect wood (cause she is broke AF)

Tatsou, instead of having a crow, has a lahore pigeon because despite being amazingly gifted with spatial awareness she gets lost very easily. She went in a circle for 5 days of the 7 days during final selection

Unlike her sister, Tatsou is more loud, aggressive and very straight forward when it comes to things. She isn't afraid to speak her mind about topics no matter who you are.

🐲🐉Fun facts🐉🐲

Tatsou laces her sword with gasoline so she can light it during battle and have her attack hurt more

The flame of her breathing style is purple

Tatsou gets very quiet and shy around genya, most likely will avoid looking at him or will stare from afar for a moment

Tatsous haori was stolen from a dying homeless man

Despite having a tough exterior... She is actually very childish

Tatsou enjoys secretly giving genya crystals she finds on missions.

Tatsous scar on her face is due to a demon night during a battle.

#kny oc #kny oc art #kny

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yuukei-yikes · 2 years ago

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ah! if you're taking questions about the fankids, can i ask about what's going on about the whole reincarnation thing? (how konoha finds out, if anyone else figures it out, even how he finds out about konoha (before he died) and the whole "daze" thing in the first place. poor kid's got a lot to deal with lol)

YIPPEEEEEEEEEE <- this yippe was written before i finished writing the reply. no yippee anymore. under the cut bc i also went crazy long with this and its embarrassing and erm erm erm erm. hehe. so much mental illness i basically wrote a fic under the cut

i've actually answered this before BUT im changing my answer. when i answered that ask konoha and ayame were only like 40 hours old so now it's simmered in my head better...hehehehheheheeh <- my evil laugh because im abt to give konoha 80 mental illnesses.

so i know i linked to the old answer but if u went to read it just forget abt everything i say in there

yknow how i talked abt like overprotective parents haruka&takane in my last ask LOL i actually had a big wall of text that i deleted while answering because it was rly sad and it got super long and i was like erm. maybe another time and THEN I GOT THIS ASK AND IM LIKE BOYYY WHY DID I DELETE THE TEXT but whatever i'll just go crazy now and even more bc i can dedicate the whole space to it HEHEHEHEHHEEH

konoha is nonverbal for years and since ayano works with kids i think she knows sign language teehee and when it became obvious konoha wasn't going to speak as a kid haruka&takane are like. well. let's do that ig. mekakushi dan learning sign language arc 💖 still is nonverbal most of the time i think. if i had thought of it beforehand i would've kept it for present time JUST IMAGINE THE DOODLES I MADE THE FIRST TIME HE'S SIGNING EVERYTHING IVE DECIDED MY NEXT GEN KONOHA IS NONVERBAL. HE DICHO. CASO CERRADO

ok they're overprotective not only bc they're disabled4disabled and terrified that konoha will one day wake up and be diagnosed with u got 6 years to live type of thing but also. konoha autism swag

and when konoha becomes a toddler shit goes down. then he starts hallucinating and having all these night terrors abt stuff like hibihiyo's timeloop and reviving azami over and over while she was living in the real world but also he's a kid so he doesn't really register all this horrifying stuff the same an adult would duh. and he kind of ALWAYS saw it he just can put it into words now ig. so he's not like AUUUUGHHH he's more like.. confused and scared. he's also not super communicative and i dont mean that bc he's nonverbal like even if he is, he still speaks through signs!! but he's still kind of quiet and slow and etc. like he IS konoha yknow?? he's just like playing and hanging out and suddenly just sees azami and he's like erm mom can u tell the lady in the corner to go away :(( and takane's like LOL. GET IN THE FUCKING CAR. he just gets diagnosis or derivations to other doctors and a child therapist etc and its not wrong bc HE IS completely human now and that whole thing IS translating into not only a human mind but like A TINY human mind. basically mental illness. so many mental illnesses.

HE'S STILL A RLY HAPPY KID...BUT THERE'S SO MUCH TO GET THRU... it's not like he's permanently hallucinating or having night terrors every night either he leads a fairly normal life!!! and is a little kid and has fun and plays around and he's so so so sweet and rly happy!!! but. there's also The Horrors.

i dont think the dan would hide their powers. like yeah sure kano can turn into a cat yippeee!! if we lose a toy we go to hibiya he can find anything!! seto can ALWAYS guess what number we're thinking of it's so funny!! LIKE IT'D BE CUTE RATIO + PLAYING + HAVING FUN OK? PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH, OK!?!?!?!?

but the thing is that haruka saw everything konoha did like THEY WERE. YEAH. haruka & konoha is a THING so i think konoha can ask something and haruka's increasingly like HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT bc there is no way ANYONE could've told him that like the only person who would know is. WELLLLLL KONOHA? i think the big reveal can happen thru konoha being like hey. do u remember when we talked. in that big white room that never ended. that was rly weird lol like when did that happen. where even were we lol. also u were yelling thats so weird u never yell it was scary. lol!! and haruka's like Hehe(shaking) bc as soon as he realises He Cannot Stop realising

what the dan doesn't say is their story ofc bc it's rly sad and like why would they tell their kids abt that lol but. konoha starts asking Questions... Very Specific Questions.

ok sorry i havent even gotten to the way he finds out he's even awakening eyes LOL i think haruka realises btw. he realises before konoha realises. well konoha DOESNT realise. but he HAS been having this identity crisis and he's like damn i already transed my gender WHAT IS IT THIS TIME and he keeps asking these oddly specific questions that are freaking everybody out because he's not even really asking about their pasts?? he's just like mixing his old memories to his current memories and being like uncle shintaro remember when we fell off that high place together :3 and shintaro's like what the fuck are u talking about. like he doesn't describe it specifically enough or whoever he's talking to just assumes someone else told him abt something that happened back then.

like THATS HIS OTHER SELF so haruka isnt even doubting it, as soon as he realises HE DOESNT UNREALISE HE DOESN'T TRY TO CONVINCE HIMSELF OTHERWISE once he knows HE KNOWS. but konoha still doesn't know he's just kinda watching haruka having like a crisis or something.

from then on erm.... about how to manage it... well it'd be a complicated situation. haruka obviously tells takane and she's like ur fucking crazy lol im gonna go talk to him *leaves* *comes back* ok u were right. how the fuck did we even create this.

basically the dan knows before konoha does and it becomes a rly complicated subject about what to do about it because most of them are like the only way to rly make sure is to talk to konoha and they dont know if they wanna do that because they'd have to come clean about their horrible story and yknow konoha's just a kid!! but also if he IS konoha and everything he is seeing are those awful memories then he should know? for peace of mind? maybe? it's... a whole thing. like konoha isn't.... suffering. like obviously all his mental issues are awful but it's not like they will go away just by having context to some stuff. he's still a happy kid. the dan's like ok somehow haruka and ene created a freak of nature. it happens.

like what if they tell him and then all the memories become super clear. why would they wanna do that. most of the memories are total ass and awful. but also konoha's clearly confused and feels so lost. but maybe that's better than him being properly traumatized by remembering everything??

at the end of the day haruka and takane are the parents and they have to decide lollll man they'd be so torn about it. konoha probably throws a line like i just always feel like im forgetting something. THEY'D BREAK DOWN ON EACH OTHER SO BAD AND KONOHA'S LIKE WHYYYY ARE U GUYS CRYINGGGG!?!?! srry haruka and takane for putting u thru the horrors. i think it's funny to do that. congratulations on the marriage and the kid but also cry about it

erm. idk if or how they'd tell him. this is all i can come up with now. bye tune in for next chapter i fucking guess

#ask tag #dont look at me. im THINKING.#kagekids #headcanons

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scientested · 7 months ago

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music commentary #2: kitty dreams of dying cell

aka i don't think i've ever made a song that makes me feel this many emotions

my motivation to start this song mostly came from my frustration at Another song (super bomb death) that i'm working on not shaping up. so basically I started it because i wanted to work on something new that wouldn't melt my brain like super bomb death is for some reason. so now we're here

hmm... i guess the next thing i want to talk about is the instrument choice in this song. i tried to pick instruments that sounded very dream-like or muffled, because this song is about a dream, so there's a lotta echo and reverb here!! the first instrument that plays especially carries that "unsettling dream" vibe i think... the instrument choice in this song was probably also pretty heavily influenced by these two songs that i've been listening to recently (this and this), i've been listening to them and thinking that i want to make something that sounds like that another fun fact about the instruments: the section at the end that uses the original instruments from the two songs this is a mashup of... i had to remake those instruments by hand. because beepbox instruments don't copy over to ultrabox. it was a little bit of a struggle

i'll talk about the story i intended for this next! it's a mashup of "somnolent apoptosis" and "greetings from kitty city" so it involves two characters from those songs. basically the kitty character is having a dream about the cell character, and everything is fine and good until it turns into a nightmare when the cell dies. (somnolent apoptosis, the song the cell character originates from, means "sleepy cell death" in simpler terms. the song is about the cell feeling indifferent towards their own death, so i figured it would be fitting for them to die in this song as dark as that is) the vhs filter part afterwards represents the kitty reminiscing about the better part of the dream where the cell was alive... then the visuals go black to represent the kitty transitioning from being asleep to Awake, and when it wakes up, it kind of sleepily realizes it had been crying

needless to say, this song makes me feel a lot of things. it makes me very Sad. it makes me feel unsettled and afraid and paranoid. it makes me feel pretty emotional. more than my other songs? i'm glad i did more work on the visuals besides one drawing... i think even the tiny amount of work i put into them does a lot to tell the story i didn't really intend for this song to Scare me as much as it does, i only wanted it to be unsettling and not scary... but it does scare me... i kind of wish i had worked on this song during the day and not in the middle of the night because the vibes and darkness of nighttime tend to amplify any fear i'm feeling... i'm glad my own music can make me feel something this strongly though because i think that means it's good. still, this song instills a sense of fear in me that none of my other music has

erm... what else to say... Visuals of the song... the background of the main drawing of the song has the art of somnolent apoptosis and greetings from kitty city overlayed and distorted and stuff... the "doodle" type things floating around the characters are meant to represent the things in the kitty's life that are typically apart of its dreams

these are other kitties/members of its species

this is a yarn ball

this is a bag of food

these are fish/fish toys

and here is an example of how all of them look normally. they look distorted and messed up because that's what happens to stuff in dreams, their structure is mostly right but things are definitely off

also this is MEANT to look like a nonsense inscription but it actually says something. I'm not sure how obvious it is that it isn't nonsense... but it actually says "no my friend"

What I don't like: I don't like that this song makes me feel as scared as it does... that wasn't the intention. i think it's a little TOO unsettling and scary, especially the second drawing. i genuinely don't like looking at that picture, like i would prefer to listen to the song in the background instead of looking at that. i didn't even know i was capable of scaring myself like this LOL

What I like: uhhh besides the actual paranoia this song has instilled in me tonight it's pretty good! I like this song. I think the story comes across pretty clear. i like the vhs filter i applied as well, i think i should use the effects my video editor has more often. somehow the timing isn't horribly off like it was in nightmare in dreamland so that's good

#music commentary

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am3ricanj3sus · 7 months ago

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4/26

song of the day:

today wasn’t so bad y’all. I actually found it pretty nice. I talked to js about all my friends and found out so many things.

today there was like a fight in the locker room and I was like omg…. I didn’t know the girls involved personally but there was like pepper spray and stuff involved. it was crazy. anyways. I learned how to officially use a sewing machine!!!! I tend to forget about the presser foot sometimes and I think that’s what messes me up the most. in second period we had a sub and he was kinda mean. he was chill mostly but like js another white man. he kinda looks like the guy for terminator. but the best was lunch tbh. my dad brought me chinese food from one of my fav places and I was so happy. I shared with my friends and we talked shit. in third it was basically the same thing. talking shit and eating. and I love my friends in that class and we feel really close at times but then their other friends come in and they up and leave and i’m js there like :( I don’t really care ik that there closer with them but they js leave. it’s whatever though. this time they included me in the convo!!! in fourth we had a sub too and she’s pretty chill cause she’s older. I only made like 4 plates this week when I was supposed to make 6 sooo erm. i’m js so tired of that class. like I love it it’s fun but I don’t have friends so it’s boring. anyways me and my mom were supposed to go to the school musical tonight but she got sick so we couldn’t. it’s whatever though cause we’re going tmrw night.

anyways. I watched millers girl and it really got me thinking. like ofc it’s bad if an older man takes advantage of a young girl. but I would never actually get with my tc. like that’s all pure fantasy. and I think people misunderstand that about having tcs. like most will never do anything about it since their tcs have like family’s and wife’s. mines pretty young so he hasn’t settled down and there’s that little hope of “oh i have a chance” but also like… girl wtf. like I said. it’s all a fantasy. but speaking of mr c. I only saw him once today wtf. and I didn’t even see him fully!!! he was coming out of the staff bathroom and looked my way (I was being loud asf) and I was talking to my friend about it like. i’m almost done with school. I graduate in a year. it’s whatever if I have a crush on him. it’s not like i’m gonna act on it. there’s times I wish I would but ik I shouldn’t and won’t.

anyways that other guy I had a crush on. man he’s being a bitch. he’s my friend and I love him. but he got a gf YESTERDAY and he’s like ignoring our friends. he’s been acting weird all day but jeez. and the girl he’s dating is nice. like i’ve had classes with her she’s chill. but he’s being like weird. I miss him. ik that he’s better mentally now more than ever. but I miss who he was before he lost his old friends and started dating her. but alas, there’s not much I can do.

now, i’ve had a crush on this guy, i’ll call him coco, since october. I don’t even know how it happened. I had 2 classes with him last semester and I didn’t even notice him till after fall break. he came to school with this hair cut and I was like omg… and I started to develop a crush on him before break. like the week leading up to it. I remember during a kahoot for history he took my spot at the top of the board and I went “who tf is coco?!?” (like the one tiktok but his real name yk) and my friend was like “that one in the corner” and I was like oh okay…;). and it kinda js took off from there. I spent 3 months like just crushing on him like crazy. I would answer questions and try and be funny out loud so that he would see me. but it has not worked. and i’m scared to talk to him. he’s like kinda weird tbh. but that’s for another time. I was scared since I didn’t have any classes with him for second semester but also glad since i could get over my crush. then the first day of the semester came. and I didn’t have a second period. so I talked to my councilor and she’s like oh let’s put u in second period english. i’m like yayaya cause it’s with a teacher I love. so I walk into class and i’m smiling and then boom. he’s right there. wtf bro bro. it was cool though cause all my friends are in that class too. my crush for him is still there but it’s slowing going away. I think everything he’s said about anything has just made me want to throw up. but he’s so pretty. like ugh. he doesn’t smile all the often and ugh. he’s so cute when he does. there’s this pic of his freshman year where he is trying to smile with his teeth but he’s like forcing it so he js looks goofy. I love it though he’s so cute like:(((((( but im never gonna tell him. i’d rather die actually. which it why i’m gonna go to bed.

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 years ago

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what if looney toons peter lorre met slappy

Oh that's easy! I'd simply pass way

Jk jk but ohhhh!! Finally! I can use my book of notes for this! Because as of late I've been blowing off energy writing about slappy and where specifically other peter lorre parodies in cartoons came from + roles he played that contributed most to the typical lorre caricature we have in mind that so often shows up in media. Also because slappy only has small cameos and stuff and this is how I get more content lol *snorts some slapcrack*

Okay! But there is noticeable differences between the typical looney tunes lorre characters. There's 5 looney tunes shorts I've seen so far with some type of lorre character. Two with a mad scientist-esque character and one with a gangster, some with some dude Mr. Greenstreet (ha get it? Get it?) who's obsessed with new tastes (get this man some 🐔), and one where it's just himself along with other parodies of Hollywood stars. There's also his appearence in tinytoons where he was an evil train conductor named boxcars. There's more but that's all I've seen so far.

Though I think we'll stick with mad scientist lorre because he appeared twice in the original plus had a little comeback in the movie looney tunes back in action. Also they've got an official name! Dr. Lorre 👀

I know for SURE they would've wanted experimented on my boy slappy. A talking fish? How could they resist? Maybe they'll finally find his wishbone?

Of course they wouldn't be getting it easy. While I don't see slappy really fighting. He has his way of getting around (his mysterious transportation onto that stunt ride mobility scooter in Pat-a-thon or him just there watching pat through the window in lost in couch) he just shows up and disappears. Not to mention, in actual trouble. He can manage via unorthodox methods (stair wars) Ngl I wish I could settle all feuds like this lol

Also slappy seems to have a very small (but very much there) awareness that he's a weirdo/people find him creepy. He doesn't seem to mind. But can also easily do what he can to make people further repulsed by him. (I assumed so from his first episode and lost in couch but now I am certain in the halloween special)

Who would win? Will it be a battle to the death? Err no. The scientist ones has one detail that Slappy doesn't have. The thing about how a lot of peter lorre characters are depressed and tortured. Dealing with inner demons ans suffering from loneliness and thus are unable to control their actions. Which sounds dramatic but a staple trait to add to any of your Lorre inspired characters 👀 (like for an example, I just finished watching The Stranger On the Third Floor. Peter Lorre plays a criminal, in the final scene talking to a lady and said the only one who's ever been nice to him was a lady, and that he doesn't have any friends. He's clearly sad. But he's a killer who's been slashing people's throats. It should've been obvious. Still I think it was mcstinking cute!)

Anyways they don't get why people turn away from them while doing horrible things that make people run away in fear.

Which is something the looneytunes lorre characters have that slappy doesn't. Slappy is pretty happy go lucky. He's certainly weird but doesn't mind it at all. He enjoys things his own way and is friendly (to the best of his abilities) I mean look how Unbothered he is!!

I can see slappy befriending the looneytunes lorre characters. He's the only one I can see that wouldn't judge them for their heinous actions and would probably be the most understanding. Eh, knowing them, they'd still probably try to steal his wishbone but it wouldn't bother him much.

Now I can really see them having almost like a group session where they're talking about their feelings and slappy is just there listening xD slappy is the least likeliest to make a therapist but also probably the best..?

Why do I kinda feel like he'd find their heinous acts amusing? He loves a good failure after all. Probably listening to how they let people come to their untimely demise is to him like listening to how people failed to keep their lives? Perhaps for his own macarbe amusement? Or maybe it's just innocent curiousity? Or maybe he genuinely wants to help? Who knows.

Thank you so so much for this ask! It was such a joy to answer! I really enjoyed it since I got to infodump about slappy/lorre!! Which is always such a treat. But fr I mean it! I'd ramble on and on if ya didn't stop me so it's nice to know someone enjoys listening about it!!☺💖💖

#Ask #This was so much fun! Made my day erm.. I mean night #It is pretty late #But still ya get what i mean!!#spongebob #spongebob squarepants #sb #the spongebob connoisseur #spongebon squarepants #spongebob meme #the patrick star show #Slappy laszlo #Slappy spongebob #Laszlo spongebob #Peter Lorre fish #Looneytunes #Dr. Lorre #The patrick show

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 1 month ago

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Heart of the Weave - chapter 15

“Ah, there’s my love,” Gale says, smiling as I sit down next to him. He leans in for a kiss as the morning sunlight pours over our skin. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Are you thinking about the festival?” Gale asks, studying my face.

“Erm, no…”

“You want to go, don’t you?” I laugh lightly, but then hide it with a fake cough. Is it silly for a grown woman to want to go to a fun festival?

“Can we?” He smiles and hands the baby over to me as he stands up from his seat.

“Oh, I have a slight inkling this was all planned last minute,” Gale says, chuckling. “Nonetheless, it’s fun to get out and enjoy this time together.”

“Shadowheart?”

“Wow, this…is so kind. Thank you.”

“You want children, Shadowheart?” Gale asks. “Man, I wish I knew that earlier. We’d have asked you to babysit if you ever wanted to get the feel of parenthood.”

“I… I do. Now that our adventures are in the past, I’m in a comfortable position where I know I could be a mother. I would adopt, however.”

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I better go grab Astarion before he commits some heinous acts in the middle of the square.”

“My head is throbbing from the screaming. I can’t imagine how she was feeling. I do hope she’s okay,” Gale says, carefully eyeing our sleeping baby as she sleeps in her crib.

“I love you too. So much. And I couldn’t agree more.

My love for him gets stronger by the minute every day. It seems like just yesterday I was pulling him out of a portal within a rock and we had an awkward introduction. Look where that unusual encounter got us! I suddenly remember that Karlach is supposed to come over tonight to watch Jenevelle while Gale and I attend our monthly date night.

“Oh damn, I forgot we were going out tonight. My mom brain sure shows its true colors now,” I mentioned.

“Do you want to cancel?”

“Good. I look forward to our evening together.”

I smile as I watch the glowing sun set from our living room window, thinking how blessed I truly am. Life is finally perfect again.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #ao3 #archive of our own #galemancer #wizard of waterdeep

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 2 years ago

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High school sweethearts x Billy Hargrove x female reader

7 years after everyone left Hawkins high, Jonathan and Nancy hosted a reunion for the old gang. The last time they saw you was during your rocky relationship with Billy during high school, now 7 years have passed and the question on everyone’s lips is ‘are you two still together?”

Warnings: alcohol, the reader and Billy having a slightly toxic relationship in high school, the starcourt mall incident is mentioned in detail

A/N: I’ve received my first request, I hope that you enjoy it. They requested a fic where Billy and the reader use to fight a lot in high school, there’s a reunion and the reader shows up pregnant and married to Billy, Dustin teases Steve as he used to have a crush on you. I had so much fun writing this. I’m from the U.K. sorry if it sounds overly British in some parts. Apologies for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Johnathan passed a glass of Chardonnay towards Nancy who was sat on their worn out brown leather couch, deeply engaged in her conversation with Robin.

Robin grew her hair down to her shoulders since she graduated Hawkins high, choosing to run as far away from Hawkins as she possibly could, but on her salary it wasn’t very far. She lived with her girlfriend Vicki in a suburban neighbourhood, with one of those white picket fence and all that other bullshit you see in Hollywood movies, only instead of kids they were the proud parents of a grey tabby cat called Freddy. Their neighbours adored them both, but then again Vicki knew that the way to peoples hearts was through their stomachs and her homemade brownies was a sure hit. Their neighbours claimed that they envied their friendship for they were as close as close can be, which caused Robin to splutter out brownie crumbs over Mrs Robinson’s pearly white table cloth. Robin was glad that she could live out the rest of her days surrounded by the woman she loved, far enough so that her parents don’t catch them two in a compromising position for robin’s parents seriously lacked boundaries, but near enough so she could visit (annoy) Steve.

“Thanks babe” Nancy smiled taking the glass from Jonathan’s hands, placing a tender kiss on his cheek.

The light caught the shiny stone that was placed upon her left hand, it shone brightly on the silver band it was situated upon.

“Jonathan it was about time, you had no idea how many nights I heard Nance complain about the lack of ring on her finger-“ Robin’s words that clearly didn’t pass through the filter that laid between her brain and her mouth, was cut short by Nancy shushing her cringing as her cheeks flushed scarlet red.

“Oh was she now?” He questioned, sitting beside his fiancé placing his arm around her shoulder, smirking as he brought his beer bottle to his lips.

“Erm” Robin stuttered bringing her own beer to her mouth to stop her from landing herself into more hot water.

“This dude” Argyle laughed patting Jonathan too hard on the back that it made his beer slosh around in its bottle, which caused Nancy to momentarily glare at Argyle for the last thing she wanted right now was to scrub out a beer stain from her cream carpet.

“This dude had that pretty little diamond ring kept away in his closet for months, like honestly I’m not even engaged to the beautiful Nance but I was freaking the fuck out, if he wasn’t going to ask her I felt like I should”

“Dude!”

Argyle held his hands up in defence, while Jonathan buried his head within his slightly regretting ask Argyle to be his best man.

Argyle still worked at surfer boy’s pizza but this time he was promoted to manager. Argyle liked a stress free simple life, as long as he had enough money to pay his bills and to buy weed he couldn’t be happier, plus he had access to all the pizza he could eat.

The Byers/ Wheelers high school reunion wasn’t supposed to be about their engagement but when Jonathan took his damn time to pop the question, the events almost intertwined.

“I mean it could be worse, you could be a certain you know who” Robin added swigging her bottle back, she choked on the liquid as she realised what she had just said. Her and her stupid mouth

“Robin!” Nancy hissed at her friend

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Yours and Billy’s relationship throughout high school was rocky to say the least, in fact it was turbulent. You two were both at each other’s throats, it was if you both made a game who would piss each other off the most. The amount of times you both called it quits only to wind up in each other’s beds and arms a few days later, it was nauseating to witness the dizzy game of back and forth between you both.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now!” You screamed, your eyes narrowing capturing Billy in a deathly glare, your nostrils flaring as you tried not to act upon your instinct to punch him right in his fucking perfect face

The cheerleader who was momentarily against his side scurried off not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of your fiery argument.

“It’s not what you think princess”

“Oh really? Then enlighten me Billy, why the fuck was Sophie just hanging off your arm!” You spat glaring daggers into his skin.

“You’re being over dramatic princess-“

“Oh I’m being over dramatic! Fuck you Billy we’re over!” You shrieked throwing the necklace that he brought you on your one year anniversary at his feet. You turned your back to him with tears burning at your eyes threatening to spill.

Robin placed her arm around you dragging you away before you did something you’d regret, but she wouldn’t of blamed you if you planted a punch against his jaw.

“Y/N” billy called after you

“You dare step a foot near her again you’re fucking dead!” Nancy threatened turning on her heels, walking towards Robin who was comforting a very distressed Y/N.

That weekend was spent crying your eyes out on Nancy’s bed, while the girls did their best to comfort you, trying their hardest to conceal the fact that they were secretly overjoyed that you two had called it quits. Just hoping that it was for real this time.

‘Y/N you left your - oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Nancy groaned upon seeing the all too familiar boy kissing you passionately in the parking lot

Robin gritted her teeth in such a force it was surprising that her jaw didn’t shatter upon impact, trying her hardest to conceal her frustration.

They both loved you dearly but seeing you back in the arms of that jerk really pushed their patience . Like the past weekend that they had just spent picking up the pieces he left meant nothing.

“I’m done with him and I mean it”

“Honey I love you but you say this every single time” Nancy groaned placing a soggy cafeteria fry into her mouth.

“I agree with Nance, Y/N he treats you like shit! You’re a beautiful girl who deserves the world and someone who can adore the ground you walk upon. But honey he isn’t it, I know you love him but you have to call it quits” Robin pitifully smiled towards your direction as she awkwardly rubbed her hand against your back. Really she wanted to scream at you to ditch the loser but she was trying her damn hardest to bite her tongue

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“Y/N is coming tonight, dude you have to say something to her” Dustin suggested taking a long sip of his beer

“Okay A, it’s still weird that you can drink now! And B, okay just because she’s coming doesn’t mean that’s she’s available. I mean have you seen how attached at the hip she was with billy?”

“You’re kidding right? Hello her and Billy were arguing so much to the point that we all had to take a trip to the nurses office with our killer headaches. She’s now 27 I doubt she has the time for his immature bullshit. So what do you say king Stevie, you ready to save your princess from her tower?” Eddie smirked, elbowing Steve in his ribs while Dustin laughed at the sudden change in colour in Steve’s cheeks

“Shut up” Steve mumbled taking a swig from his bottle, suddenly finding the floor very fascinating to look at. Wishing that the floor would open up a wormhole that would swallow him whole, away from his friends who are finding enjoyment in his embarrassment.

“Aww is Stevie blushing?”

“You have it so hard for her” Dustin snorted which was soon cut short by Steve’s death stare

“I hate you both” he groaned rolling his eyes at the two men in front of him.

“One Rocky road please” ordered a radiant Y/N, she look awe inspiringly beautiful with her cherry coloured lips.

Steve was freaking the fuck out, I mean it’s Y/N for Christ sake. The same girl from his English class who looked effortlessly beautiful without her trying, it’s like she never had a bad day even if she tried. Now she was inches away from him, damn scoops ahoy for making him where this damn sailor suit.

“The lady has great taste” smirked Steve trying his best at being flirtatious, despite Robin telling him that his attempt of a smoulder made him look constipated.

You took the cone from his hands, about to reach into your pocket for the cash to pay-

“It’s on the house”

“Oh thanks” you smiled in disbelief over this kind gesture “you’re Steve right? I’m Y/N we have English together”

“That we do” you turned to leave, smiling at him again to thank him for the free ice cream. He watched you go cursing himself for not plucking up the courage to ask for your number, Robin is definitely going to add a line on the ‘you suck’ tally, Steve swears that he can already hear her laughing at his misfortune.

Steve felt his heart drop as he watched you from the parlour window. As who should place their arm around your shoulder? No other than Billy Hargrove, Steve’s worst enemy in the whole of Hawkins high. The one who took his keg king title away from him but now his crush too!

Steve could feel the anger burning his skin as he watched the blonde haired boy placing a kiss on your lips.

Damn you Billy Hargrove!

So Steve admired you from afar, every time he saw you walk into class wearing Billy’s jacket with a turtleneck that rolled down slightly when you leant forward revealing a hickey, feeling like a bullet to his heart as he wish it was him taking you out on dates marking your skin to show everyone that you’re his. From the fiery arguments he overheard in the halls and the time you showed up to scoops ahoy with mascara staining your cheeks while Robin comforted you in the stock room. He knew one thing, that you were too good for an asshole like Billy.

But nothing could prepare Steve for seeing you both at prom. You and Billy looked vomit inducingly cute, you wore a scarlet floor length silk dress that complimented your every curve, while Billy wore a shirt in the same colour with most of the buttons undone showing off his rippling abs. Your wrist adorned a corsage of red roses and the ring on your finger caught the light like a disco ball. Showing off to the whole school your promise ring, that you are his and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and only him, no matter how much of the school didn’t believed in your relationship, but you did and that’s all that matters.

His arms wrapped around your waist while you had yours tightly wrapped around his shoulders, your bodies pressed close together, holding each other close while you swayed to a slow song. Soft smiles spreading across your faces.

This killed Steve as he watched from the ends of the room, watching you be happy with him was torture. But if you were happy that was all that matters, and maybe he could be happy to accept that too?

When Steve graduated his parents brought him a house on the outskirts of town, he still continued to work at family video. Steve didn’t need to work with the whole rich parent thing, but he enjoyed the routine of his job and it was a chance to flirt (failing to do so) with the customers as his quest to find someone still continues. Yes he had a few flings here and there but with his disaster of his dating life he was starting to question if love was for him.

He busied himself in his work and keeping his the friendships he made . He had Robin who practically was still attached at his hip, they had regular movie nights ending up in too much beer, getting unbelievably drunk

and him having to apologise to Vicki for having to pick up her very drunken girlfriend. Steve regularly visited Eddie at the hideout not missing a single concert, corroded coffin was really taking off, attracting a large audience and last time Steve heard they were in talks with an agent. And Dustin practically lived at his when he visited from college in the holidays .

Steve must admit it felt weird standing in the kitchen of his ex girlfriend’s house who’s now engaged to someone who once had beaten him up, but when you have spent the last few years hunting down monsters most only believed exist in fiction, weird felt almost like the norm to him.

Mike and Will stood engaged in conversation leaning against a wall, Mike throwing the occasional glance to his girlfriend El who sat in the corner playing with Jonathan’s and Nancy’s puppy Lilly. For the party was getting a little too overwhelming for her and she decided that dogs were better than people, smiling at the small bundle of fluff that was curled up in her lap. Since she left Hawkins she finally felt at peace with her powers after gaining them back and not having a monster wanting to kill her for them nearly every year, and Mike became better at communicating his love for her and never fails to remember to add ‘love Mike’ at the end of all of his letters.

Max arrived to the party with Lucas following behind her, Lucas gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before greeting Mike and Will.

“I missed you” El beamed at Max as she slid down next to her handing her a can of soda. Popping the tab and taking a long sip. Max and El were the only sober ones of the party for El didn’t like the taste and disliked the way it made her feel, and Max refused to touch the stuff after the way her mom used to drink herself to sleep. Max recently got her license so she was more than happy to be her boyfriend’s designated driver.

“You too el” max smiled scratching the pup behind the ears that slept peacefully on El’s lap.

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The clock read out 7pm you were officially an hour late. Everyone was starting to become increasingly concerned that you weren’t going to show.

Nancy and Robin felt a small pang of guilt eating away at them slowly for losing contact with you over the years. Not that it was intentional, when you left for college and then moved house as soon as you graduated they forgotten your number. It wasn’t till Nancy saw Max at the grocery store not long returning from college , she asked about you and Max said that she still had your number.

Maybe you hated her for loosing contact with you, believing it to be personal and didn’t want to show?

The knock at the door brought the pair out of their guilt induced downwards spiral.

Racing towards the door the women practically threw themselves towards the wooden frame, squealing in delight as if they were still in high school. Their old best friend was behind the door and they couldn’t wait to catch up with you over the years they had missed. Wondering if anything has changed, maybe you dyed your hair or got that tattoo you were always talking about?

Flinging open the door the two gasped when they saw you

“Oh my god congratulations!” Nancy screamed out in excitement seeing your stomach that was carrying your second child. Pregnancy suited you for you were practically glowing, you looked happy and they couldn’t be happier for you as you deserved that over your shitty high school experience.

“Thank you” you chuckled as Robin enclosed you in such a tight embrace you momentarily struggled to breathe.

“Robin careful of the baby!” Nancy scoffed slightly slapping Robin’s arm as she finally let you breathe

“I missed you guys”

“And we missed you, we promise that we’re never going to lose touch again. I’m going to be the best auntie Robin to your child” Robin joked, you couldn’t help but beam with joy at your old friends.

It has been 7 years since you last saw them both, but at this moment in time it was like you were all transported to the good old high school days. It felt like nothing had changed when so much had.

“So who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“You’re married!” Nancy gasped, a small part of her was disappointed that she wasn’t able to attend it, but you were here now and could hopefully be able to attend hers.

“Auntie Max” called out a childlike voice, as a small girl ran into the house towards where Max was sitting

“Hey tiger” Max smiled picking up the girl and twirling her around in the air, smiling adoringly at the girl who was letting out high pitch squeals of laughter.

Wait auntie Max? That means? Wait what?

Robin and Nancy exchanged perplexed looks, their brows furrowed heavily as they tried to process what they just heard.

The commotion attracted the attention of the three men in the kitchen, who all looked just as bewildered as Robin and Nancy. That means that you’re still together with Billy, you were actually married to him and not only had one child with him but two!

It really should be obvious as little Kelly had the same sandy messy curls as her farther, completed with his piercing ocean eyes. But everything else resembled about her a mini you, for she shared your nose and face shape, she was the perfect combination of you both.

“No fucking way” Eddie whispered with wide eyes as Billy appeared from behind you gently kissing you on the cheek.

Billy hadn’t aged a day since he graduated high school, you both packed and moved to California where he worked part time as a mechanic at the local garage, and weekends he taught people how to surf. Determined to provide enough for his family and to be the farther he never had to Kelly and to baby Dean who was on the way.

While you taught English at a high school, quickly becoming your students favourite, as they said in their own words that you made the boring dusty books that the curriculum required you to teach actually fun. Well at least you did before you took maternity leave, now you were back in Hawkins to stay with Max and Lucas for a few days which subsequently led you to be invited to the Byers and Wheelers high school reunion.

You felt the anxiety bringing up the bile up your throat on the car ride there, every little thing was making you nauseous nowadays. Last week it was Billy’s cologne which ended up with him buying a new one which didn’t make you want to projectile vomit all over the place, pregnancy was the most rewarding and yet the worst thing you ever had to experience. All you wanted was the chance to be able to not have these raging headaches and to relax with a glass of wine sitting in your favourite jeans before they stopped fitting you.

“It’s going to be okay” Billy soothed placing his hand on your thigh rubbing small circles to calm your racing mind, which felt like it was racing at a dizzying fast speed.

“I love you”

“Love you too princess”

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Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Steve and Dustin all gathered in the doorway between the lounge and the kitchen all looking at Billy in complete bewilderment. From what they last remembered of Billy was that he was quite possibly biggest asshole that they ever had the displeasure to have met, a rude, arrogant dick who had a habit of hurting their friend at any given opportunity. Now he was sitting on the couch with the three year old on his knee, she was giggling at her farther as he was dancing her bear in front of her face talking in silly made up voices. Safe to say that they were all utterly speechless, who would of thought that Billy Hargrove would be such a doting farther?

Kelly was very shy over so many new faces, so she wanted to be close to her dad. She definitely was a daddy’s girl.

“Hey” Argyle softly spoke capturing the three year olds attention, she looked at the new face with a timid smile. Argyle has a warming loveable presence which enticed the small child. “I’m Argyle what’s your name sweetie?”

“Kelly” she spoke shyly

“What a rad name”

In a few minutes Argyle pretty much adopted her like he was her fun uncle, leaving Billy and Y/N to actually catch up with the people attending the party.

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Having your body controlled and your life nearly snatched away in a matter of seconds made Billy realise a lot of things. One of them was that he couldn’t lose you, for you are the best thing to have ever happen to him. He acted like a dick to you but in reality he was scared of how much he loved you, it was easier for Billy to turn to his default setting of anger rather than to show this foreign emotion that felt almost uncomfortable to show.

But seeing you clutch his body so close to your heart that felt like it was breaking as each second passed by. You thought that you were going to lose the love of your life.

“Don’t you dare leave me, hang on baby please” you begged, your voice breaking into a strangled cry. Not caring that his blood was staining your clothes, for you needed to hold him close to you. Praying to whoever was listening to save him for you couldn’t live if he was gone.

They say that before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, Billy saw all the times he hurt you, all the tears he made you cry over the way he treated you. He couldn’t let you have these memories of him to live on when he was long gone, deciding in that moment when his lungs tightened slowing down his breathing, if he was going to make it he was going to do whatever it takes to make things right as he couldn’t lose you.

Billy started to break down his many walls that protected his damaged heart around you, he started to communicate his feelings and not hold them in till they burst out and he says something that he later regretted. Once he was out of the hospital he started to see the school counselor, he begrudgingly dragged his ass their every week, he hated attending every damn session where he was forced to talk about his shitty upbringing but Billy is doing whatever it took to make your relationship work. He was determined to do whatever it takes not to fuck up again as much as it scared him to say he loves you, he truly loves you and couldn’t afford to let you go.

Billy knew that you were going to be the one he was going to marry since the first day he laid eyes on you , yes you still fought but at least it was about small menial things that could be easily talked through, but now your relationship was stronger than ever.

Now there was no good and bad, it was just good and you both couldn’t be happier. Billy adored the ground you walked upon, he cared for you in every way he possibly could. He brought you flowers every Friday and you felt truly loved and adored by him, not this bittersweet lustful romance you experienced in high school. This now was true love, Billy was a great farther and a great husband doing all the old romantic cliches but you loved him for it.

Everyone in the party once didn’t believe in your relationship, thinking and wishing that it’d all be over soon to save the heartache for all of you. But seeing the way he looked at you with doting eyes, like you were the most beautiful woman ever created, they all admitted that they were wrong for it was clear to see that he loved you and you loved him.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and I hope that you liked it , my requests are always open is you want me to write a fic based on any idea you have. Also Argyle gives me fun uncle vibes and El definitely would befriend the host’s pet.

@kayleigh--23

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years ago

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Mako x Fire Nation Princess imagine series: Part Two

Mako tries to adapt to dating the future Firelord and finds it is harder than he thought it would be...made worse by the fact some people are purposfully making it hard for him.

Part One here

Part Three here

Part Four here

Part Five here

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After that night at the ball you and Mako began dating. Mako really didn’t expect his life to change that much, atleast once he got back to Republic City but he was wrong. The minute he was back the chief sat him down to lecture him on proper conduct and how he’d have to be more cautious from now on. Mako thought she was exaggerating until he started getting recognised on the street. He began being more of a hindrance than a help at crime scenes as people crowded to see him. He soon realise that everyone thought he was going to be Firelord consort one day which struck Mako as a crazy idea. You’d only just started dating and sure it’d been fun so far but marriage was out of the question. Still the public didn’t follow his train of thought and so Mako was actually relieved when he arrived back in the Fire Nation. Atleast here people were accustomed to seeing royalty so they didn’t share more than a few whispers for Mako. He was shown into the palace and brought to your living room where you sat with your great grandparents. "Mako!" you cried when you saw him and rushed over to hug him. Mako bent down to kiss you but manoeuvred to your cheek instead, spotting your great grandparents watching. After greeting you he turned and bowed to your family who waved him away. "How many times have we seen you?" your great grandmother Mai asked and Mako froze in place. "Erm I believe this is my eighth time here". "And every time we tell you that you don’t have to bow to us when we’re alone" Mai sighed and Mako paused "I....I'm sorry". Zuko chuckled "Don’t mind Mai she’s just got a dry sense of humour, but what she said is true. You can stop bowing to us when we’re in private". Mako nodded blushing "got it". "Okay stop torturing him" you cried linking your arm through Mako’s "we’re going now" and you dragged him away.

You led Mako out of the room and he sighed "your great grandmother hates me!". You smiled "nah great-grandma Mai is all bark no bite...although she is legendary with her knives...but that's not the point. She’s a bit blunt but that's just her way it means nothing don’t worry". Mako still didn’t look convinced and you frowned wondering how to cheer him up when it hit you. "I've got an idea, come on" and you tugged his hand rushing down the corridor.

You told Mako you were going to show him your favourite place in the whole palace and Mako followed you intrigued. You led him up a set of staircases which got smaller and narrower the further into the palace you went. Mako was just about to actually question where you were taking him when you grinned “we’re here”. You exited onto a small balcony that Mako had to duck to get onto. When he stood up he grabbed the barrier instinctively. "Woah" he gasped "are we on top of the palace?". You nodded grinning "yep! Best seats in the house" you cried leaning over precariously "you can see the whole city from up here and all the airships...even the dock on good days". Mako came to stand behind you and stared. It truly was a magnificent sight and you were both silent for a while just enjoying it all. "Your country is so beautiful" Mako said after a while and you smiled. "It’s yours too remember" you said softly and Mako blushed "yeah sorry...". "No need to apologise" you smiled at him taking his hand "I know it's not your home but I do hope you feel welcome here". "I do...actually more so than at home right now". You frowned "why what's wrong back home?". Mako sighed "I don't want to worry you with my problems". You dropped his hand and faced him, a determined look on your face. "Nonsense you're my boyfriend, I want to hear why you're upset but let's go somewhere more comfortable". You led Mako back inside and down the hall into a comfortable small study and sat back "okay so tell me". Mako hesitated "recently I've just been struggling with work. I've been restricted from the field because people keep recognising me and swarming the scene". "Because of us?" you asked concerned and Mako nodded. He saw your face contort in worry and rushed to take your hand "it's a very small downside to an amazing relationship" he assured you "I just wish it'd die down so I can go back outside again". You nodded "trust me I understand that, it's not fun and I'm sorry you're experiencing it. I had hoped they’d leave you alone considering we’re so new". Mako nodded "it doesn’t matter...I'm sure it will die down soon". You hesitated and Mako paused "won’t it?". You sighed "I don’t want to say anything to ruin the mood but I also don’t want to lie to you..." you frowned and Mako squeezed your hand "hey don’t worry I won’t get scared. Just tell me". You nodded "honestly I think the longer we date the worse it could be...everyone in my family has been married before they were 20 and while I definitely don’t want to continue that trend the press don’t know that so they’ll be watching you for any sign and I worry they may become more and more anxious as we keep dating...so I'm sorry but I think this will be more or less your life now". "That's okay" Mako said smiling at you "it's good to know, I bet I'll adjust soon enough". "We could try more guards?" you asked and Mako frowned "I'm not sure how that’d work at crime scenes, it might attract too much attention". You nodded thoughtfully and Mako shook himself "hey don’t waste time thinking about this. It's fine and I'd rather use what little we see each other being happy". You nodded and traced Mako’s arm "how have you been besides work?". "Good but I'm much better now" he smiled at you and you grinned back up at him. You leant up to kiss him softly and Mako kissed you back gently. The kiss lasted longer than any of your previous ones and you both pulled away flushed and excited. "I'm so happy you’re here all weekend" you sighed and Mako nodded "me too". The next morning Mako expected a lie in but was woken up early by your guards. He was told to meet you in a yard and arrived to find you in training gear. You smiled when you saw him and came over to kiss him lightly. "What's all this?" Mako asked looking at the workout equipment and you smiled "venting! From experience I know the best way to feel better about something you can’t control is to get that anger out and the Fire Nation have some of the most intense training regimes in all the four nations". Mako blinked "wow I didn’t know you were that skilled a fire bender". You raised an eyebrow "you thought I wouldn’t have fire bending masters left right and centre?" you smirked "try and keep up pro-bender" and tossed him a helmet. Mako caught it and grinned "you bet i will".

After training, nursing several new bruises courtesy of yours truly, Mako followed you back into the palace for food. You walked into a dining room to find your parents and grandparents all eating. Mako immediately froze but you just smiled "good morning". They all replied smiling at you and greeted Mako. Mako thought they all looked pleased to see him apart from your father who eyed Mako suspiciously still after all this time. Out of all your family he’d made the least effort with Mako and seemed to barely tolerate his presence. Mako didn’t even want to think about what it’d be like when your dad became Firelord but thankfully that wasn’t going to be for a while. "Training?" your grandmother asked and you nodded "I thought I'd show Mako the morning training routine". Your mother smiled "and how did he do?". "Admirably for his first session" you grinned at Mako who gaped "hey I managed to beat you atleast 3 times". Your family laughed and invited you to dine with them but you could tell Mako was uncomfortable so you took it to the gardens.

While you ate you explained there was an event this weekend. Your grandparents were having a few people over for dinner but it was a relatively small event for royalty. You were very clear Mako didn’t have to go and that the two of you could blow it off if he wanted but Mako wanted to show you he could handle your lifestyle. As much as he was still getting used to all the procedures Mako knew the best way to learn was by doing, so he agreed to go. Your reaction made it all worth it. You looked so pleased Mako realised he’d say yes to anything you asked if it made you smile like that.

Seeing as it was a royal event, small or not, Mako dressed up in a suit the royal tailors had brought him. He kept telling himself it was just a small dinner, 5 or 6 people at most surely, right?

The reality was more like 50 - 60 people which from your reaction Mako realised was still considered a small event. Mako felt eyes on him but to be fair that could just be because he was seated beside you. He knew it was a great honour and considering he had no rank an odd one but you’d obviously snubbed protocol so he’d be comfortable and Mako was very grateful to you. He spotted your friends Yy, Eiyima and Sai who were all very welcoming and initiated conversations with him which was nice. Mako also spotted Okum and took solace in the fact he was at the far end of the table far away from the Firelord in a position Mako could only assume showed he was not in favour. Mako smiled at that thought.

Mako was rather enjoying everything, the food was wonderful, he had you right beside him and everyone was being pleasant enough...and then the dinner portion of the event ended. Mako looked at you confused as Izumi declared the mingling could begin and you leaned closer. “This is the last part of the evening. Everyone has drinks or tea towards the end and talks. We only have to stay around an hour or so and then we can leave I promise”. Mako nodded after the food he’d just ate he could give the Fire Nation an hour of small talk. So Mako told you it was fine and took your hand leading you into the fray.

People were a lot more interested in Mako than he thought they would be. Practically everyone you spoke to asked dug around to work out more about it. Mako suspected everyone knew who he was, they just wanted to hear you explain it. That made Mako frown. He knew the Fire Nation was all about sneaky tactics so could only imagine there was some cruel reason all the nobles wanted you to speak about Mako. He figured they wanted the princess herself to admit she’d chosen Mako, a commoner, instead of some high born gentleman like Okum. To make matters worse Okum kept appearing at the worst time. Interrupting Mako when he was talking, giving his knowledge about Fire Nation matters Mako had no idea about. He seemed to be haunting the two of you and Mako had enough of it.

You were telling your group of friends about some water tribe dignitaries you’d met and despite not being there Okum thought he knew best. “His son Salru was 13 and already had his warrior marks! We were all very impressed so I invited him back to the palace, we thought we might be able to meet the Avatar” you said looking to Mako who nodded smiling. He was about to confirm Korra would attend when Okum cut in. “Actually y/n they’re not called warrior marks, they have warrior braids and the tattoos are called ceremony marks”. Mako huffed “yes in the southern tribe but Salru is from the northern water tribe where they’re called exactly what y/n explained”. “Are you sure?” Okum asked “i’ve studied the Water Tribes at University”. “Well I’ve been there and my best friend grew up there all her life so yes I think I know more than your books”. Okum shrugged “if you say so...” in that patronising tone as if he was speaking to a child. Mako went to open his mouth to snap at Okum when your friend Eiyima caught him. “Hey why don’t we go get some drinks?” they asked. Your eyes shot to Mako and you took in his body language and nodded “sure, why don’t you meet me back here after?”. Mako nodded and you squeezed his hand “thank you Mako” and Mako tried not to storm away.

Eiyima fought through the crowd and got Mako into some open space “are you okay?”. Mako nodded “i’m fine just that guy irritates me so much!”. Eiyima laughed “trust me we all understand that. The key is just ignoring him. He’s one of those annoying whiney kids who feeds off attention, so we all just disregard everything he says as if he didn’t speak. That way he loses his power and eventually shuts up”. Mako sighed “that’s all good but is he always going to be around? I thought he’d back off after y/n rejected him”. Eiyima shook her head “no Okum doesn’t have enough self-respect for that but don’t worry it won’t always be this way”. Mako was going to ask what the girl meant when the lights dimmed signalling Firelord Izumi was going to make her end of evening speech. Eiyima told Mako she should go stand beside her family and Mako nodded telling her it was fine. Mako grabbed the drinks and quickly made his way back to you. Mako smiled when he saw you and was pleased the crowd around you had fallen away...before he realised everyone in your group had left apart from one person. Of course Okum was lingering like a bad smell. Everyone’s eyes were on Firelord Izumi but Mako couldn’t take his eyes off the two of you. Mako didn’t like how close he was standing to you and was going to come in between the two of you when he caught the topic of conversation. Him.

“You’re too different that’s the problem” Okum hissed “you might both be the same age and have fire nation lineage but that’s where the similarities end. He’s a poor street rat with no knowledge of our customs. He’s as good as an outsider, he is of no use to you”.

Mako swallowed hearing Okum talk about him in that way. He kept waiting for you to jump in and dismiss Okum but you didn’t. Doubt began to creep into his mind. Was he delusional to think this could work? He’d tried dating a girl a lot richer than him before and that had ended horribly. You were more than upper class though, you were literal royalty. What was he thinking?

“I get it, he’s attractive because he’s dangerous and different but surely you know he’s just a phase? Once you’ve had your fun you’ll be responsible and come back to me”. Okum placed a hand on your shoulder and you didn’t shake it away. Mako turned and walked away feeling sick.

Your POV

It wasn’t until your grandmother stopped talking did you realise that Okum was still there. Your outfit was so fancy you didn’t realise Okum had a hand on you for several seconds. When you did you shrugged it off with a disgusted groan. “Look I’ve been nice this far because you’re a family friend but you’re insane if you think I’d ever choose you over Mako” you replied. Okum smirked “why? I’m richer, more educated and much better a match”. He went to touch you again and you caught his hand swiftly bending his hand back. “Richer sure but what use do I have for money? More educated? That’s debatable. Mako’s seen things you’ve never even heard of. Not to mention you wouldn’t last three seconds in his life or in a fight with him. A better match? Well I guess that depends on perspective. Some might look at me and you and think because our families are friends and we come from similar backgrounds it’s a match made in heaven. But the fact all I feel when I look at you is disgust ruins that. Mako is undoubtedly better for me and superior to you in every way I can think of. So do us both a favour and get lost”. With that you stormed away leaving Okum shaking with rage.

Your first thought after Okum was you needed to calm down so you took some water and retreated to a quiet corner of the room. You breathed and sipped your water watching the room when something occurred to you. Mako wasn’t here. You worried he’d gotten lost searching for you and tried looking for him but couldn’t find him anywhere. Worried you approach a servant near the door and asked if they’d seen him. “He left about five minutes ago your highness” they replied and you frowned but nodded “thank you” and hurried after him.

You caught Mako in his room sorting through his stuff manically. “Mako?” you asked “what’s going on? Where are you going?”. “Home” he replied curtly and you blinked “I...why? Is everything okay? Is Bolin alright?”. “He’s fine” Mako replied “he’s not the reason i’m leaving”. “So what is? Me?” you asked. Mako paused “more Okum but I guess that involves you too”. You froze confused “why? What’s he done now? Did he say something to you? Mako just ignore him he’s an idiot”. “He hasn’t said anything to me” Mako said pointedly “but I heard everything he said to you and I saw how you listened to it all without disagreeing”. You paused “I’m guessing you stormed away before I bent his fingers back and called him disgusting?”. Mako froze “I....you...perhaps”. You shook your head “Mako the only reason I didn’t attack him immediately is because the royal family are always on display and people are always watching. If I speak my mind it gets out and affects all my family so imagine how it’d look if I punched Okum in the middle of my grandmother’s speech? So I waited until I could be discreet and I dealt with it. Trust me with Okum i’ve had many years of practice tuning out what he says to me. That’s why I didn’t immediately chew him out but it doesn’t mean I wasn’t dying to”. Mako frowned “ow....”. “Ow...” you agreed and Mako swore “have I screwed this up completely?”. You smiled shaking your head softly “no and stop acting like I’m going to dump you over every little thing”. Mako sighed “but how can I? Everything Okum said was right. We’re completely different in every single way and you can undoubtedly do better than me”. “How?” you asked “i’m genuinely curious who you think is better than you? If you’re talking about all the rich people here then that’s ridiculous considering my grandmother is the person on the money, what use do I have for it? If you’re talking about all the upper classes then that’s even more ridiculous. Mako I know how wrong the class system is. It’s not an indicator of your character or hard work, more your family history and luck. I’d never give an upper-class person more weight than someone from a lower class. They’re all meaningless to me so you don’t have to worry. Neither of those bothers me”. Mako smiled thinly “while that is amazing to hear you say there are other things...how about the fact I don’t even know about our own culture? I feel like a fake, parading around like a Fire Nation citizen when I don’t know the first thing about it. I’m a fraud”. You shook your head “you act like you purposefully turned your back on the Fire Nation. Mako what happened was out of your control and not your fault. You’ve had way more important things to worry about like the wellbeing of your little brother than what are the 12 original clans or proper Fire Nation etiquette. Nobody is holding that against you, atleast nobody in my family. They all like you Mako” you said taking his hand “so stop being so hard on yourself”. Mako let you hug him but he was still tense “your father doesn’t”. You rolled your eyes “Ow please my father is just pouting because I disobeyed him. Plus my mother is the real leader of this family and she likes you so you’re fine! Not to mention my grandmother, the literal Firelord, is extremely fond of you”. “Really?” Mako asked surprised. You nodded “she’s been close friends with Lin Beifong and Tenzin since they were kids. Once she learnt we were dating she did the typical grandmother thing and asked everyone she knew about you. Apparently Lin and Tenzin gave you glowing reports. I didn’t manage to eavesdrop on everything but they told my grandmother I couldn’t be dating a better young man and that you’d never do anything to hurt me. So you see my grandmother is pretty in favour of you”. Mako’s eyes widened “and I thought she disliked me this whole time”. You smiled “we’re in the Fire Nation, if the person doesn’t give you a snarky comment that means they approve”. Mako laughed “I really need to read up on the Fire Nation more”. You frowned “that is something I promised to help with and I’m sorry I haven’t but I plan to rectify that”. Mako paused “how?”. You smiled “fancy ditching this thing and going out to explore the Fire Nation with me?”.

Considering you had a history breaking out of the Fire Nation palace Mako was surprised there weren’t more protective measures in place. Either the guards were tired of it or fond enough of the two of you they looked the other way. Whatever the reason Mako found himself in the bustling city centre with you not 20 minutes later. You both wore robes over your fancy clothes and didn’t look out of place. There were music and fire torches on every street corner. Fire Nation citizens sat around drinking tea or eating delicacies. People were sat talking, playing pai sho and just generally having a good time. You found a table for the two of you in a large cafe and bought something warm to drink. “I thought you said you didn’t have any use for money?” Mako teased as you pulled a purse out from a secret pocket of your cloak. You smirked “I don’t, I could tell everyone here who I am and get free drinks all night but then we’d have to deal with them all adoring me and that can get boring” you said with a grin. Mako shook his head “so you just have me sat here adoring you?”. You smiled “yep, the person I’d want the most”. Mako blushed and you laughed. “So!” you started “your fire nation history education starts here! Ask me any question you want, we’ll handle one topic at every place we stop and i’ll show you all the landmarks”. “That actually sounds pretty fun” Mako admitted and you nodded “I know! So what do you want to know first? Who the first firebenders were? How things have changed since the hundred-year war? How we coped with the colony crisis?”. “What’s the deal with hair?” Mako asked and you nodded your face going serious “you want to go for the deep stuff first? I respect that” and launched into an explanation.

All evening you led Mako around town answering his questions and pairing them with history lessons. Mako realised you were an amazing teacher and when he told you that you blushed with a smile “my dream as a kid was to be a professor. I didn’t realise I couldn’t be Firelord and have a career until I was embarrassingly old so I used to practice all the time. Some things never leave you I guess”. You smiled but Mako saw the slightly disappointed look in your eye and took your hand “well you can play teacher with me if you want...wait not in a creepy way!” he said alarmed at how that sounded “I just meant you can tell me all your knowledge and stuff...I do not have a perverted teacher-student kink!”. You laughed so hard you had to lean against a wall to stop yourself falling over. In any other scenario Mako would’ve been embarrassed to have someone laugh at him so hard but with you he just couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your smile was brighter than any jewel he’d seen in the palace and he could see why the whole nation was besotted with you. You’d be an amazing Firelord not just because you were smart and charming but because you were infectiously a nice likeable person. When you stopped laughing you caught Mako staring at you and blushed “what?”. “Nothing just your smile always gives me goosebumps. It’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen and hearing you laugh just makes me realise how happy you being happy makes me”. Mako was never usually so soppy but with you he couldn’t seem to help it. “Wow” you said in response “nobody’s ever said that to me before...thank you”. “You’re welcome” Mako said awkwardly and you chuckled. “It’s convenient you like seeing me happy because that’s all I feel around you”. You looked up at him and the dim light made your golden eyes look every brighter. “Well in that case i’m never going anywhere” Mako replied and he kissed you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck. You separated just long enough to whisper “as if i’d ever let you go” and kissed him back with renewed passion. Mako could feel the way you were reaching up to be closer to him and after he got tired of slouching but not the kiss he just picked you up. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your legs around his waist. Mako was surprised considering before you’d always been pretty reserved when you kissed but it felt so good he just went with it. He loved the sensation of having you wrapped around him and got more excited. He eventually needed a wall to help stabilise himself and was kissing you against it when he realised what he was doing. He removed his hands from you and let your legs drop to the floor. “Sorry, I got caught up in it” Mako said softly “I’ve probably broken so many protocols by pushing the future Firelord up against a wall”. “Please tell me protocols aren’t the main thing on your mind right now?” you asked with a dazzling smile “because they’re the last thing on my mind”. Mako shrugged “yeah you know what who cares about laws”. “Good” you smiled and yanked him back towards you.

You and Mako stumbled back to the palace around midnight in very giddy moods. The guards just waved you inside as if expecting you and Mako was surprised to see all your family and many guests were still up. Your family spotted you immediately and Mako tensed, worried they’d be mad. Your parents certainly looked angry and headed over immediately. “Y/n we understand you need freedom but really going out into the capital until the early hours of the morning is not safe! Atleast take some guards with you next time”. “Ow come on what’s youth without breaking some rules!” your great grandmother Mai called “at her age i’d already infiltrated numerous earth kingdom cities and done a stint in prison”. Mako looked at you “she’s lying right?”. “No great-grandma Mai overthrew Ba Sing Sei with my Great-Aunt Azula and then got thrown in prison by the same aunt. Grandma Mai’s teenage years were wild!”. Izumi smiled at her mother but yours just sighed “there’s healthy teenage spirit and just asking for danger”. “To be fair the capital is a lot safer than most other cities” your grandfather pointed out and Izumi nodded “not to mention she wasn’t alone. Two expert fire benders like these...i’d pity the kidnapper who tried to harm her”. “So we should just invite them to try?” your father shot back. You could see a family argument kicking off because of you again so you stepped forwards “hey everyone stop yelling at each other! I’m sorry I went out without telling you or alerting anyone but me and Mako were safe. I assessed every street we went down and stuck to well-lit areas with local police patrolling nearby at all times. I’m not stupid and you know Mako is a police officer right? We don’t go out looking for trouble but we are capable enough to have some freedom and as i’m now an adult I’d like you to respect that”. Your family all paused and Mako held his breath trying to work out who would be the first to explode. Your father went to open his mouth when your mother put a hand on his arm “very well. Next time just tell us when you’re leaving the palace and where you’re going. Anywhere more than 5 miles away and you’ll take a guard, yes?”. “Deal!” you cried happily “goodnight everyone” and you dragged Mako away.

“Wow how did you get us out of that?” Mako cried and you just smiled “I told you my mother is the powerhouse so I targeted her concerns and poof. Problem solved”. Mako chuckled staring at you “you’re going to be an amazing Firelord one day”. You blushed “you really think so”? and Mako realised you were seriously unsure. “Without a doubt” Mako smiled kissing your hand “you’re smart, charming, witty and so funny i’m sure any nobel person will be laughing so hard they’ll forget any of their grievances. Not to mention you seem born for this. You step into every room whether it’s the palace or a crowded bar and you just fit. Your confidence and grace is blinding, i’d follow you anywhere and you’re not even my Firelord...yet”. You smiled “yet? You’re feeling more Fire Nation?”. Mako nodded “we have a pretty nice country and I trust it in your hands”. It was the first time Mako had called the Fire Nation his country and a smile appeared on your face that he now considered this place home. You were lost for words so just threw yourself at Mako in a happy daze. Mako caught you laughing and held you close to him. You gazed up at him and went to speak when there was a cough. You both glanced to the side and found your grandmother Firelord Izumi stood there. Mako quickly put you down and you removed your hands from him. “Grandma! We were just talking...”. “I’m sure that’s true” she said with a wide smile “but I think that much talking might set your parents off again if they’d been the ones to catch you so perhaps you should both call it a night and retire...to your own rooms”. You blushed bright red “we really were just talking” and Mako nodded “I don’t even know where her bedroom is!”. You realised your tones made it all the more suspicious and dropped it “we’ll go to bed now. Goodnight Mako” you smiled kissing his cheek “i’ll see you in the morning”. “Goodnight Y/n” Mako smiled “thank you for today, I’ll never forget it”. You smiled and went to reply when you realised your grandmother was still there. “No problem” you smiled “have a good sleep” and you disappeared down a corridor.

Mako watched after you in a daze before he realised Izumi was still standing there. “Goodnight your majesty” he said bowing and Izumi smiled. “You seem to have a positive effect on my grandaughter. I’d heard good things about you and I see why”. Mako blushed “I...Tenzin and Lin have been very kind to me but I’m pleased you can see I care about your granddaughter a lot. I just want to make her happy”. “Well consider yourself a success because she’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her” Izumi smiled “we’ll look forward to having you back again very soon I hope”. Mako nodded “of course your majesty” and with a nod Izumi left, following you down the corridor. Mako let out the breath he’d been holding and let a smile fill his face. He’d just been encouraged to return by the literal queen of this place! He was welcome and she actually wanted him to visit again soon but better than that he’d had an amazing night with you and felt more secure in your relationship than ever. He walked down the corridor feeling happier than he had in a long time. He wondered what his mother would think of him being successful in the Fire Nation.

He thought she’d be very proud and happy for him.

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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just my type (spencer reid/reader)

Title: just my type

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (daddy kink, loss of virginity (reader), praise, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, after sex cockwarming, groping, heavy petting, tipsy sex, innocence kink, hair pulling, crying during sex (but the VERY end)), dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, Professor!Reid, age gap, aftercare, swearing, drinking, making out in public places, incredibly brief mention of necrophilia, mentions of absent father, ooc!spencer, professor/student, brief mention of drinks being drugged (not actually happening)

Word Count: 8,194

Summary: Reader sleeps with a man she met at the bar. The next day she finds out that man was her new professor, Spencer Reid...

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! My partner doesn’t have tumblr, but their wattpad is babyleaf1! I took a few of her favorite tropes and prompts she likes and came up with this! It’s loosely based off the song campus by vampire weekend. Spencer and reader’s ages are undefined, but there is a gap between the two. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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Going to the bar wasn’t exactly my scene. Sure, it was nice to kick back and have a drink after a long day. I’d rather be at home with a glass of wine and watching a movie. But when a friend I haven’t seen in a long time asks to go to the bar, I’m gonna go to the bar with her.

My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for my friend who was no doubt already drinking. The room was filled with drunk people. I didn’t expect so many people to be drinking on a Tuesday night… who am I to judge though?

When I finally saw my friend, I rushed to her. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already in hand. I wondered how many drinks she had before I arrived.

The moment I appeared by her side, she let out an excited squeal before throwing her arms around my body.

“It’s so nice seeing you!” she squealed into my ears. I laughed as I carefully pushed her off my body, and tried to regain some personal space. “It’s been so long!”

“Yeah, yeah. Been busy. School and stuff starts this week.” I nervously laughed as I sat down on the stool beside her. She leaned over the bar as she called for the bartender.

“That’s right! School!” she exclaimed as she looked back at me. I looked away from the bartender and at my friend. “That’ll be fun!” she added, trying to sound excited, but epically failing.

“I sure hope it’ll be fun…. But it’s hard to say. You know, college,” I chuckled and looked down at the counter. The bartender placed the two drinks on the counter, pushing them towards us. My eyes widened once I saw the brightness of the drink. The brightness of the liquid was unnatural. So of course I was going to drink it. What’s the worst that could happen?

A couple hours had passed and the conversations between us seemed to flow fluidly. I was thanking God that that was the case because I don’t think I could do awkward drinks. I like to think I was concentrating on her and her words pretty well.

And then he happened.

A man walked up to the bar and looked right at the bartender. He held up one finger as he sat down behind my friend. He had an exhausted look in his eyes, which were hidden behind shaggy brown hair. Suddenly my concentration was out the window and I couldn’t take my eyes off the man. My friend definitely noticed too, but thankfully she didn’t comment on it.

Then he looked over at me, and I was met with honeyed hazel eyes. They were more intoxicating than my drink. A small smile grew on his lips when he realized he captured the attention from someone.

I just assumed he would have gotten his drink and returned to wherever he was sitting. But I was so wrong. Maybe the bar counter was where he was sitting and he just got here...

“So… What’s your type?” my friend asked, looking over at me with a small smile on her lips. I struggled to look away from the attractive man sitting just behind her. It was a relief when his gaze dropped from mine when my friend asked the question. But a small smirk grew on his lips as he, and my friend, waited for my answer.

“I… I, uh,” I finally looked away from him and down at my drink. The two black stir straws leaned against the glass, and I realized that I should probably stop drinking soon. My face grew really hot, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol I had consumed, or the thought of telling my friend my type in men I’m interested in, or even worse… That the type of guy I’m interested in standing right behind her…

“C’mon, can’t be that bad… Unless you’re like… A necrophiliac,” she laughed as she leaned closer to my body. I moved away from her before looking back at the man behind her. He was looking back at me, an amused smile on his lips. “Well,” she asked, slipping closer to me. I locked eyes on the man before licking my lips lightly.

“Older…” I made sure to be loud enough that I knew he would hear. I watched as he choked on his drink before looking over at me.

“Ooo! Girl,” my friend exclaimed as she moved closer to me, “How scandalous,” she whispered as she wrapped an arm around me, “How old are we talking?” she looked up at me. Her eyes were glossy, and I knew there was no winning this one.

“Is this really a conversation we… we should be having?” I asked, my voice shaky as I spoke. She looked at me with wide eyes.

“We talkin’ old enough to be ya daddy… if ya know what I mean,” she mused as she began falling into my body. The man behind her looked over at me, his smile telling me he was clearly listening in to our conversation. And he obviously enjoyed what was happening in front of him.

“Ye-No!” I cut myself off with a shout, “No! Not at all!” I continued, backing away from her body. I couldn’t tell if I was being serious or not, and something was telling me my friend and the man didn’t believe me either. “Wh-why are you suddenly…” I let my words trail off as my train of thought suddenly vanished.

“Because… You’re young, you’re single… And you’re… you know…” this time it was her words trailing off. I looked at her with wide eyes, my face getting hot again. “A virgin,” she said in a normal tone, even though I think she thought she was whispering. The man behind her choked on his drink again before slowly turning to face me and my friend.

“Will you shut up?” I whispered as I tore my eyes off the man and looked down at my friend. She sat back in her seat as she looked at me with a smile.

“OH!” she shouted as she looked down at her drink. She slammed the rest of it in one go before standing up, “I have to pee! Stay here! If I’m not back in 10 minutes, assume I went off with that hot guy.” She slipped off her chair before pointing somewhere in the bar. I looked over my shoulder and at a group of guys who were closer to our age than the guy behind her.

“O-okay,” my words stumbled as I carefully pushed her body off mine. I held back my chuckle as she stumbled away from me and towards the bathroom.

I turned back to the counter, my head dropping so I was looking at my drink. My fingers fiddled with the straws as I waited for my friend to return. The bright blue liquid sitting with ice wasn’t as good as it looked. Which was very unfortunate because I’ve had maybe two of them… Working on my third...

“Your friend… She’s rather excitable,” someone spoke from beside me. The seat my friend was once sitting in was now occupied by the man who sat beside her. I perked up and looked away from my drink. He was hunched over the bar, holding a small glass with an amber liquid.

I didn’t realize I was staring at him till he cleared his throat and looked back at me. I jumped, looking down at the bar. I didn’t exactly know how to respond to him, words not coming from my mouth properly as I struggled to speak. So, I shrugged and stared at him.

“Y-yeah, yeah she’s like that… Especially when she’s drunk… She doesn’t know how to hold her booze,” I laughed as I lifted my drink to my lips. I searched for the two mixer straws with my mouth, closing my eyes before taking a sip. “Y-you didn’t hear anything she said,” I asked, my words slurring slightly from nervousness, "Did you?" I added as I leaned on the counter. The man looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, erm,” he looked back down at his drink, not directly answering my question. I sighed deeply as I planted my face into my hand, leaning against the bar.

“She was being really loud,” I laughed as slowly slipped off my stool and into his body, “Oh, sorry.” I looked up at him as I held onto his arm, “I think I should stop drinking,” I laughed as I recollected myself and moved away from the stranger’s body.

“It’s okay.” The man looked at me, helping me get back on my seat, “I’m going to get you water.” He looked between me and the bartender.

“Listen, listen, yeah, whatever, like so what, I’m still a virgin… I just have my bar set way too high for men,” I started as I turned to face him, “I should lower that bar and my standards,” I mumbled as I leaned against the counter. The man looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. Why did I think my friend would be embarrassing to me when I can just do it myself?

“Definitely getting you water,” he laughed. After a moment of silence, the bartender placed two glasses of water on the counter in front of me and the stranger. The man looked over at me before pushing the glass closer to me. “Drink it, you’ll feel better,”

“Is it safe, right? Like…” I let my words trail off, hoping he’d clue into my worries. He looked at me with raised brows, like what I had said was absurd that I would even suggest something like that.

“It’s safe… just water and ice,” he returned, his tone telling me he was mildly offended that I'd think he drugged water. But to be fair, he's a random stranger in the bar, talking to a girl who's had a few drinks.

“Thanks,” I muttered before lifting the glass to my lips. The icy coolness of the water hit my lips and tongue and I already felt a million times better. I couldn’t help but let out a pleased hum.

“Spencer... by the way,” the man finally introduced himself to me. I swallowed roughly as I looked up at him. My eyebrows knit together as I stared at him, my words tumbling from my mouth as I introduced myself.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking around the semi-filled room of drunken adults.

“After work drinks,” he spoke softly. He didn’t sound too enthused by after work drinks. Part of me wondered why that was… Maybe all his friends ditched him too.

“Sounds boring,” I laughed as I looked back at him, “My friend wanted to get drinks… But she wanted to catch up and to… Well, just drink,” I sighed as I leaned my entire body against the counter, “As you can see, she ditched me… Like always,” I scoffed before looking over at where my friend actually was. She was standing beside the cute guy, leaning close to him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d be gone with him the next time I looked over at her.

“Maybe it’s your turn to leave her at the bar.” Spencer watched as I lifted the glass of water back to my mouth. I nearly spat water all over the place with his words.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked as I moved my chair closer to him. He seemed content with where I was sitting, and how close I was to him. To be honest, I wished I could be closer to him.

“Could mean anything you wanted it to mean,” he replied with a shrug. I stared at him for a moment, slowly leaning closer to him, but not getting too close.

“You’re right.” I smiled as I stared at him. He looked away from his drink and nodded. “Like going home before her to go to bed early.” I laughed. Spencer returned the laughter and shook his head.

“If that’s what you want it to mean,” he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“Nah, I don’t think I wanna go home yet,” I sighed, resting my head on my fist, and my elbow on the bar counter. We both stayed quiet for a moment, letting the silence carry our “conversation”.

“So… Older men…?” Spencer asked after the long silence. He looked down at me with a smug smile. I froze in my seat, my eyes on the glass of, now, ice in front of me.

“You did hear that conversation,” I lazily laughed as I looked up at him. I couldn’t help but nibble lightly on my lower lip as I looked at him. “Nah…” I looked up at him, feeling a small smile grow on my lips. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and a sly smirk. “Maybe… Possibly… Definitely older men…” My head fell back in laughter. Spencer kept his eyes on me and his smile grew more amused than smug.

Spencer definitely met my standards in men. He seemed to be older than me, I wasn’t exactly willing to question that though. There was a certain… gentlemanly-ness to him that I infinitely enjoyed. He was definitely not like any other guy I’ve talked to. And he 100% wasn’t some 20-something-year-old guy who claims he has all the experience in the world but doesn’t. Spencer seemed very experienced, in what? Well, everything I guess. I could just sense it by the way he talked to me and the way he held himself.

“My last boyfriend was 10 years older than me, and the one before that was 7 years older…” I paused, staring at him. I wondered what he was thinking, and if he was thinking what everyone thinks… ‘This girl has totally got daddy issues.’ “I don’t have daddy issues,” I rolled my eyes as I gravitated closer to his body. I looked up at Spencer, my hand falling to rest on his thigh as I moved closer to him. His body tensed slightly at my touch. I felt a little bad at first, but when I went to move my hand, he stopped me. His hand reaching out to grab my wrist.

“Even if you did, I don’t think that would influence your taste in men.” He looked down at me. It was then did I realize just how close our faces were to each other.

“That’s good to hear because most people just automatically assume that I have daddy issues,” I murmured as I looked between his lips and eyes, “Although… It’s just a lie… I tell myself that because people always say women with daddy issues are sluts… But I’m not…” I whispered as I slowly moved closer to him.

“I didn’t think that,” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, “And I’ve known you for all of 45 minutes,” he laughed as he removed his hand from my wrist.

“Good,” I laughed lightly. “Can I kiss you?” my voice was a murmur as I looked into his eyes. Spencer licked his lips before parting them slightly. He didn’t seem too shocked or taken aback by my proposition. But when he spoke he was a little… nervous.

“If… If that’s what you want,” he whispered as he looked at me. I took a deep breath, my hand resting on his leg shifting a bit as I moved closer to him. Spencer took a shaky breath as I looked up at him.

“Do you want it?”

“I… I’d be lying if I said no, but I don’t want to take advantage of a woman under the influence,”

“It’s what I want,” I leaned even closer, not even an inch between us. I could feel his breath through my nose, that’s how close we are. “And I’m not under the influence,” I spoke, losing my confidence with each word. It was also an obvious lie too. We both knew how many drinks I had. “I’ve had two glasses of water and a handful of bar nuts, and it’s been like an hour since my last drink. I’m okay,” I whispered as I leaned totally on him.

Spencer looked down at me, his face still as his eyes examined my face. He slowly brought a hand up to my face, resting it gently under my chin. I smiled, feeling my face heat up again. When he squinted his eyes, I felt my heart rate spike.

“Please,” I begged. The bar and world around me simply vanished as I became so involved with Spencer and everything about him. In that moment, I was obsessed with him. “Kiss me,”

Spencer let out a soft breath of air from his lips before pressing them to mine. If the cool water didn’t sober me up, this kiss sure did. But at the same time, it was so intoxicating. Sure I’ve kissed men before, but this time it was… Different. Something else was going to happen tonight, with Spencer. But I couldn’t exactly place what it was that was going to happen.

My free hand lifted from its place beside me and went to his head, my fingers getting tangled in his hair. My other hand stayed put on his thigh, my grip slowly hardening on his leg. I tried to be quiet as a moan came from me, but I obviously failed. Spencer moaned right back into my mouth. I suppose I was happy he didn’t have an issue with our volume. Thank God the music was loud enough to drown us out.

When I pulled away from him, I nearly fell into the bar. Thankfully Spencer looked at me, his hand going to my hip to keep me from crashing into the counter. I looked up at him, taking a deep breath to get my head clear. But it was hard when I went back to him, my arms wrapping around his neck as my lips crashed back into his.

Spencer’s hands moved quickly over my back, resting on my hips, lower back. Anywhere he could reach, he would touch. He turned more to face me, allowing me to stand between his legs.

“We… We should stop… Before one of us does something we’ll… We’ll regret,” he whispered softly. Spencer pressed his forehead to mine as he spoke. I took a deep breath, my chest rising and falling quickly.

“No… No, we shouldn’t.” I looked up at him, my hands getting knotted up in his hair again. Spencer looked at me, a certain softness on his face. “I think… You… You meet my standards, Spencer.” I blinked at him.

Spencer quickly looked over at the bartender before fumbling for his wallet. I looked at him, watching him pull out more money than needed and shoving it in the bartender’s hands. He looked back at me, wrapping an arm around my waist and guiding me out. I smiled as Spencer dragged me out of the bar.

For the first time ever, I was leaving the bar before my friend… And I didn’t care about her.

Spencer looked back at me as we stepped outside and the semi-cool air of the night felt really good against my hot skin. Inside I almost couldn’t breathe, but outside it felt like it just came to me. It was so… refreshing.

I didn’t realize Spencer had called a taxi till he was pulling me to the vehicle. I looked up at him, blinking slowly as he pulled the car door open. Swallowing down the sudden excitement and fear mixture, I slid into the taxi before him.

I wasn’t scared because I was having sex for the first time. No, I was scared that I was going home with a strange man. Anything could happen, honestly. What if he was a murderer?

“Where to?” The taxi driver looked up in the rearview mirror at me and Spencer. I was the quickest to talk, giving him my address before Spencer could give his.

Spencer glanced at me, watching as I nervously played with the hem of my dress. When I glanced at him, I noticed that he was turned to face me more, whereas I was still, facing the seat in front of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and soft. I moved my head a little too fast as I looked at him.

“Mm, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’ve never done something like this before, that’s all,” I whispered, looking at him as I bit my lower lip. Spencer nodded as he looked at me, watching as I shifted closer to him.

“We don’t… We don’t have to…” Spencer started but stopped when I maneuvered to straddle his legs. He looked up at me as he carefully rested his hands on my hips. I swallowed roughly as I looked down at him. My hands pressed to his chest to hold myself upright, and my head occasionally hitting the roof of the taxi with every bump we went over.

“I know... I know we don’t have to do anything…” My heart slamming in my chest as I stared at him. I moved my hands from his chest to gently cup his face. His cheeks were stubbly, prickling at the palms of my hands as I held his face. With one final deep breath of air, I pressed my lips to his, this time a lot more passionately than before.

Spencer pressed his lips down my face, and neck while his hands roamed my body. My hands stayed planted on his face, keeping me in place over his body. I was so into him just… touching me that I didn’t even realize his hand had slipped in the front of my dress. His fingers gently stroking the skin on my inner thigh.

My head fell to the side as he pressed his lips down my neck more before going towards my chest. A huff of air came from my lungs as I pushed my hands through his hair.

“Uh… We’re, uh… at your destination…” The poor taxi driver spoke from his spot in the front. I moved Spencer’s head away from my body and I looked down at him.

“You… you pay him.” I stared down at him, feeling a certain embarrassment grow in my stomach, and across my face. Spencer quickly fumbled for his wallet before pulling out more money than necessary and tossing it to the driver. After he shoved his wallet back into his pocket, he wrapped his arms around my waist before exiting the taxi. A squeal came from my mouth as he carried me out of the vehicle and towards my complex.

“Spencer!” I screamed as my arms wrapped around his neck. A dizzying feeling took me over as a hard bulge pressed between my legs. I almost couldn’t hold back a moan.

He laughed before putting his lips back on my neck, nipping lightly on the sensitive skin. And I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, almost a whimper.

“Keys,” Spencer muttered into my neck. I took a deep breath, my chest pressing into his body more.

“Unlocked,” I gasped as he nipped my neck again. He hummed as he opened the door and entered my home. He put my back down once we were inside, door shut and locked. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall towards my bedroom.

Spencer pushed the door shut and pressed me against it, pressing his lips to mine like I was the last woman on earth. His arms were propped up on either side of my head, blocking me between the door and his body. It’s a good thing I didn’t feel trapped because I otherwise wouldn’t have allowed that to happen.

My breathing picked up when he pressed his hips against me. A pit grew in my stomach, and I couldn’t tell if it was actually anxiety or excitement. I was willing to bet it was both.

As the anxiety slowly melted away, a new feeling took over. A feeling of want and hunger. It was the type of feeling that could be satisfied by another person, or by my own doing. But, I knew I wanted it from Spencer. I needed it from Spencer.

“I need to feel something,” I whimpered against his lips as he pinned me against the door, “Please, I need to feel you.” My leg wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to me. I almost couldn’t breathe, my excitement getting the better of me.

Spencer looked down at me, a hand slowly coming up to my face, resting gently on my cheek. My eyes blinked slowly as he examined my face. I wondered what he was thinking, and if they were good thoughts. I only wondered what he thought because of how he looked at me. His features were soft and gentle like he was a child holding a fluffy, white dandelion. But the way his eyes moved across my face… They were hungry. Unlike his soft facial features, his eyes wanted to destroy everything in sight…

And I liked it. It should have scared me, right? A man looking at me like he was about to destroy my life… But the way he did it… I liked...

While he kept one hand on my face, his other hand was high on my upper thigh. His thumb carefully moving back and forth on the soft skin. I wonder if he knew how desperate I was beginning to feel. And he only fueled my desperation the further up his hand traveled.

A sharp gasp fell from my mouth as his hand finally moved against my underwear. His fingers were gentle as they ghosted over me. I wondered if he could feel how aroused I was through my underwear. Probably, it was impossible to hide that…

The way his hands touched me and held me was weird. He was still gentle, but there was a certain hastiness to it that I noticed. Like he was trying to claim something that wasn’t his.

“Please,” I whimpered as he trailed kisses down my neck. My chest began heaving as he began tracing his finger over my underwear. Okay, now he had to know how desperate I was. Spencer groaned once he pressed his lips back to mine.

“You’re so wet, Princess,” he whispered as his hand on my face fell to my chin. Another gasp came from me at the pet name. He took the opportunity to pull on my lower lip with his teeth. “I’ve hardly done anything,” he moved his head away from me and smiled, “Hardly touched you at all.”

I looked up at him, my lower lip pouted out slightly. It was hard to say what his next action was, but I heavily anticipated it. He smiled softly as his thumb pulled down my lower lip. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I yelped when he pushed my underwear to the side, and carefully slipped a finger between my folds.

Spencer looked down at me with a pleased smile. It was clear to me that he enjoyed my struggle. I placed my hands on his arms to keep myself up. And even though my body was pressed against the door, and I braced myself against him, my knees still wanted to give out.

I’ve never had another person touch me like this before. My previous relationships didn’t last long enough for them to do something like this. And, I’ve never exactly had this feeling before. Well, let me rephrase that, I have felt this feeling before. I’ve never felt this way from another person. I’ve masturbated before, after all I’m lonely, not Catholic. But, the feeling happening because someone else is causing it.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Spencer whispered as he slowly pressed a finger into me. I looked up at him and nodded as I pressed my lips together. “Use your words,”

“Yes, it feels so good… s’good, Daddy,” I whimpered as I looked at him. I swear I saw the corner of his lips twitched slightly. Did my title for him do to him what it did to me? It was obvious he liked it.

Spencer stared at me for a moment before harshly pressing his lips back to mine. It felt as if he was taking the breath right from my lungs with everything he was doing. His hand between my legs moved a little faster, my hips grinding down on him in reaction.

“Say it again,” he murmured against my lips. The way he moved his face caused our noses to squish together. My heart was slamming in my chest and I could hear it in my head. It felt like at any moment it’d break out of me.

I softly yelped when he carefully inserted a second finger in me. His pace quickened slightly and I couldn’t concentrate on anything.

A tension grew in the pit of my belly, and slowly grew as the seconds ticked by. I wasn’t sure how long I’d make it till the tension cracked. I wondered if Spencer sensed that too.

I removed my hands from his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him closer to me. It was so hard to hold back the soft whimpers and moans I was feeling getting trapped in my throat. Although, Spencer seemed to enjoy my struggle.

It became more of a struggle the stronger the tension grew. It was close too.

“Say it again.”

“I’m s’close, Daddy,” I whined, my head involuntarily falling to my shoulder. Spencer looked down at me before moving to press his lips to my neck. His lips attaching to the base of my throat before sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

Again my body reacted by trying to get closer to him. The closer I got to him, the faster he went. I could tell that he was trying to bring me closer to the edge, to finish the moment.

“Let go, it’s okay,” Spencer whispered. I swallowed roughly, my head falling forward onto his shoulder before my body slowly fell into his. It was hard not to stay quiet, my sounds getting louder as I finally finished.

I stayed against his body, trying to recollect my breathing for a moment. Spencer rested a hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles on my shoulder. And after I had my moment, I stood back up, leaning against the door behind me.

Spencer looked back at me as he pulled his hand out from my underwear. He looked down at his hand, more specifically the two fingers he just had in me. I nearly lost my balance again when he put those exact fingers in his mouth. And it didn’t help at all when he moaned.

“You did so good, Princess.” He looked at me with a soft smile. Part of me was worried that was all we were going to do. Sure it was nice, but that was that the end of it?

He cupped my face again before pressing his lips back to mine. His arms were wrapped around my body before he led me towards my bed. But I didn’t realize we were going to my bed till the edge of it hit the back of my knees.

A breath of air was knocked from my lungs the second my back collided with my bed. I looked up at Spencer, watching as he fought to take his jacket off. But when he finally did get it off, he was back over my body, his lips on mine while his hands roamed my body. My fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and his hands were pushing up my dress. His touch was like wildfire across my body, and it felt near impossible to breathe.

“Please, Spencer,” I whimpered as his lips reattached to my neck. My eyes fluttered shut as he gently sucked a spot on the base of my neck. His hands pushed the top of my dress down, making it sit around my hips.

"Tell me what you want, Princess," he spoke against my skin.

"You… I just need you…"

It was really… strange. I had just met him not more than 2 hours ago… and I couldn't get enough of him. Even though I knew this would be the only time I'd ever see him, I never wanted the moment to end. I needed him more than I needed air, it felt like. I needed the night to last as long as possible.

Spencer looked down at me for a moment before getting off the bed. I had to hold back my laughter as he struggled to take his pants off. And after throwing his shirt to the ground, he was back over me, his body between my legs. My chest tightened, and at the same time, my heart sped.

I tried not looking further than his neck. But it was so hard. Did I want to see what he looked like before anything happened? Or would it make me want to back out?

I shouldn’t look...

“Will it hurt?” I brought my eyes to look up at him. I wasn’t exactly scared. I was more worried about it hurting than anything else, I think. I wanted this.

“Maybe for a moment, but not too long,” he whispered as he brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, “If it hurts too much we can stop… But you have to tell me,” he spoke so softly.

“I can do that,” I whispered, keeping his eyes on him. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed a soft, yet passionate kiss to my lips. His hips slowly started to lower towards my sex. That was when my breathing picked up, and my chest heaved slightly.

“It’s okay, you’re doing such a great job,” he whispered against my lips, “I got you.”

A soft wince came from my mouth when he carefully entered me. My fingers knotted in his hair, gently tugging it as he slowly kept going. I struggled to take a deep breath. My head fell back and my lips opened.

“Spencer,” I whined, finally allowing air to enter my lungs, “You’re so big,” I moaned as I pressed my head into my pillow. One of my arms fell from his body and landed on the bedding beside me. My hand gripped the bedding.

“You’re doing a great job, Princess,” Spencer whispered as he grasped my hand and held it. I looked up at him and nodded lightly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” I whispered and stared at him. After a moment, he carefully moved his hips, and soon after fell into a steady rhythm.

“Please… Please don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” I gasped. I slowly ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his neck. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes half-closed as he stared. “It feels so good,” I whimpered as he started to slowly move his hips.

My legs tensed for a moment when he bottomed out in me, and I could feel the wind being knocked out of me. Spencer looked down at me as he brought a hand to rest on my cheek.

Spencer grabbed my hand and moved it to rest against my belly. An unfamiliar bump hit my hand through my stomach and caused me to gasp and look up at him. Spencer smiled and nodded lightly.

“Do you feel how deep I am?” he whispered softly.

“You… You’re…” I took a deep breath as I stared at him. He pressed his lips back to mine. His movements hastened and he pulled his hand away from mine, moving it between us and to where our bodies met. A small whimper fell from my mouth, again, as he began rubbing a finger on the already sensitive bundle of nerves. “Daddy,” I whined as his hips quickened for a moment before faltering.

I cried out as an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout my body. Spencer moaned into my ear. My legs were wrapped around him, clinging to him as he rode out our highs together. And, as I came, I couldn’t help but moan out his name.

My chest was heaving as my breathing tried to catch up with the extreme movements I was just doing. I couldn’t move my legs off him. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me just yet.

“Don’t move…” I gasped, looking up at him, “Please, Daddy… stay inside me…” I cried as he began moving away from me. My hands gripped his arms, holding him above me. Spencer looked down at me, his eyes glued to the way I squirmed beneath him. There was such an intense gaze in his eyes as he looked at me, I wasn’t sure what to do.

He lifted his hands and rested them on my cheeks. The way he held himself over me without actually crushing me was impressive. What was even more impressive was how he carefully pressed his hips back to mine.

“It’s okay, I got you,” he whispered, brushing the apple of my cheek with his thumb. I stared at him, my chest quickly rising, only to fall just as fast. It felt hard to breathe, my body still feeling full with him. “You did such a good job, Princess,” he pressed his forehead to mine.

I didn’t even realize I was crying till Spencer’s thumb moved across my cheekbone. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered as he kept his eyes on my face.

“I’m good. I’m okay. I promise.” I wrinkled my nose and nodded. Spencer smiled softly and returned the nod. “I’m-I don’t know why I’m crying,” I laughed lightly before sniffling my nose, “I’m sorry.”

“Sex can be an emotional thing for some people. And since this was your first time, it was an emotional experience. You’re okay. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Spencer reassured. I stared at him and nodded, agreeing with what he said. “I’m going to get you water and a wipe or something.”

“Uhm… Yeah that’s okay… I guess. Bathroom is over there. I should have a cup in there. And there should be paper towels too.” I nodded as I gestured towards the bathroom. Spencer pecked my lips one last time before pulling away from me and leaving the bed.

‘It’s just a one-night stand,’ I kept telling myself just so I wouldn’t forget what this really was. And, in the morning, I’d never see him again.

{***}{***}{***}

My body jerked slightly when I woke up. An arm was wrapped around my middle, and the body that was connected to the arm was close to mine. Her head was resting on my chest, her ear right over my heart. She, and like my surroundings, were unfamiliar.

“Crap,” I whispered, looking down at the girl and her sleeping form. She hummed as she nuzzled her head more into my chest. I pulled on my lower lips as I carefully pulled her arm off mine. I had to be quick as I slipped out of the bed.

Usually, I wasn’t the type to just sleep with someone and then leave them the next day. To have a one-night stand, if you will. If today wasn’t the sort of day it was, I’d stay with this girl till she woke. But I had to leave to get ready for a new semester at the college.

I quickly grabbed my shirt and pants, throwing them on my body as I quietly and quickly left her apartment. My feet dragged quietly across the ground as I got closer to the front door. I pulled the door open at just the right time. Or maybe it was a bad time.

A young woman was standing with a carrier filled with coffee cups, her fist was lifted like she was about to knock. Our eyes locked before hers carefully looked down my body, lingering in spots that made me very aware.

“Holy shit,” she stared at me with wide eyes, “She wasn’t joking when she said she likes older men,” she stated, the shock in her tone was so apparent that it left me in shock. It was her friend from last night.

“I-I’m sorry.” I looked at her with furrowed brows.

“You’re old enough to be her father,” she spoke before pushing past me. I turned as she entered the apartment. “She’s got balls of steel to fuck a guy like you,” she spoke as she set the carrier on the coffee table, “But, I’m happy she did… Hope her first time was good,” she chuckled before winking at me.

“I-I have to go,” I nodded before leaving. I pulled the door shut. I tried not to linger in front of her home for too long. She’d probably be awake soon, and I really didn’t want to stick behind.

I kept my head low as I ventured on my walk of shame to the closest coffee shop. And then, from the coffee shop, I’d get a taxi to return home… To return to my home.

The second anyone finds out I had a one-night stand, I’m dead. I’m leaving. I could only hope it stayed between me and those two girls.

{***}{***}{***}

I looked over at my coworker and nodded, only half paying attention to what they were saying. Which, in turn, made me feel bad. This morning is not my morning and there were only so many reasons why.

Then I looked across the grounds, looking at all the new and familiar faces returning for a new semester of classes. My eyes landed on a familiar girl walking beside a friend. She was laughing and smiling at whatever her friend said.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I stared at the girl. Then she looked up and saw me. An embarrassed look grew across her face as her gaze fell from mine. I kept my eyes on the girl across the campus for a moment longer, long enough to notice that the friend she was with had spilled coffee over her shirt.

“I have to go…” I grimaced as I looked at my colleague. They looked back at me before slowly nodded. I kept my head low as I walked back towards the building and towards my lecture hall.

Thankfully I was the first and only person in the room. Enough time to prepare over everything. To free my mind of… of her and what we had done last night. But oh dear God, it was so hard.

I thought I had a lot of time on my hands, seeing as the class didn’t start for 5 more minutes. I thought it was bad when I saw her across the campus. Then she entered my lecture hall, clearing her throat to get my attention.

She introduced herself like I had no idea who I was. As if this was the first time we ever met. Maybe she forgot? But she definitely wasn’t drunk enough to forget. I wouldn’t have taken advantage of someone wasted as Luke or Derek would say. She was lucid, I know that much. Hell, she was able to give the taxi driver her address.

“Spencer… Reid… Professor Reid is fine... Reid... Doctor Reid. I'll-I’ll answer to pretty much anything,” I rambled, feeling as if I couldn’t stop myself from talking. She looked at me with a knowing smile, and I wondered if she thought ‘Oh, I know you’ll answer to anything… Daddy,’ That’s probably a bad thing to think, right?

“Oh! It’s wonderful meeting you, Professor Reid,” she kept talking as if she didn’t know who I was.

“Pleasure meeting… Meeting you too,” I paused with a forced smile at her, “Can’t wait to have you in my class.” I stared at her. The way she stared at me confirmed that she was pretending that she didn’t know me. I thanked God or whatever other Deity was out there that she was pretending. I don’t think I would have been able to survive if she acted like we knew each other.

“Can’t wait to be in your class.” She nodded at me before going to the first seat in the front row. I stared at her for a prolonged moment, noting the way she crossed her legs at her ankle, and looked down at her notes. She held her pen between her thumb and forefinger, the end of it just barely between her lips. I couldn’t stop hating on myself for just leaving her this morning.

Then I noticed she was staring back at me. She had a smug smile on her lips as she looked at me. It felt as if she was reading my mind as if she knew every thought that had passed my mind from the moment she entered my lecture hall.

‘Shit,’ I thought as the memories of last night forced themselves to the front of my head. All the things I said to her last night stood in the spotlight. The idiot part of me that said the stuff about impregnating her and how she kept calling me daddy stood out loud and clear. I broke this poor girl, and it was too late. And the worst part about it is… I’d do it again if I had the chance.

My pants tightened and my face grew hot. How the fuck was I supposed to get through the day? Let alone this semester?! That’s the thing I wasn’t supposed to do.

I was happy when the end of the class came. Everyone stayed in the room for a moment, bantering with each other for a moment before leaving.

I kept my eyes, and head, low as all the students filed out of the room. A few people stayed around to ask me their questions, or give me their comments. It was until the last standing student had exited the room did I realize someone was still at her desk.

“Is there something-” ‘I can help you with,’

“Why’d you leave this morning?” she asked, standing up from her spot. I looked up and away from the paperwork I was “working” on. Swallowing down my own pride and unnecessary fears, I stood. My fingertips resting on top of my desk. “Woulda made you coffee… Breakfast even…” she whispered with a shrug.

“Right…”

“You were hoping I was so drunk I forgot who you were, right? That’s what it is?” she asked, her eyebrows knitting together as she spoke. I watched as she stepped around her desk and approached my own. “I thought… I don’t know what it’s like the morning after… But if that’s what it is… Then I don’t want it,” she scoffed as she stared at me. I didn’t mean to hurt her as much as I did. But it was already too late, and the damage was done.

“That’s not what it’s like. I promise,” I whispered as I looked at her. I wasn’t prepared to make up excuses and lies as to why I just left. But I also don’t think she’d believe my truth either.

“Then why did you leave,” she ask-No, she begged. Begged me for the truth.

“I-I, uh, I had to leave because of this. I needed to get ready for this class,” I tapped down on the hard surface of my desk. Her eyes dropped down to the desktop. I could see the range of emotions on her face as she looked at all the papers scattered on my desk. Maybe she would believe me. Again, I don’t think I would have been able to come up with a believable lie.

“You could have woken me up, still… I seriously would have made you coffee,” she muttered before shrugging, again.

“Next time then,” I swallowed roughly as I stared at her. Her eyes shot up from the desk and landed right on my face. I could tell she was trying to keep her sudden excitement hidden. But I knew she was excited because of the way the corner of her lip twitched up slightly, and the way she shifted her stance, and the way her grip on her books changed, and all the other things I could list off but won’t.

“Next time?” It was obvious she struggled to keep her voice low.

“I mean, never say never, right?” I asked, shoving my hands in my pockets. She looked at me with a smile as she hugged her books closer to her chest.

“Right… Never say never,” she whispered as she looked back down at the desk, “It was nice meeting you, Professor Reid,” she paused before looking up at me, a smug smile back on her lips, “And, it was nice seeing you again, Spencer,” she winked at me before walking out of my lecture hall. I swallowed roughly, staring at the space she once occupied.

Fuck.

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whosscruffylooking · 4 years ago

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Bad Bounty Chapter One: Reunion

Sergeant Hunter x Fem! Bounty Hunter

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Maybe mutual pining? Nothing too gross.

A/N: hunter was already attractive in season 7, but i managed to suppress my feelings for an ANIMATED character. alas, the bad batch has cursed me and i have finally accepted that he is my latest comfort character.

“You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head.”

“Clone Force 99. Welcome back, ” Commander Cody extends a hand to Hunter who firmly shakes it.

“Apologies for showing up late, we-”

“Got stuck handling some unexpected complications during a mission. I understand Sergeant Hunter,” Cody winks.

“What have you got for us this time Commander?” Crosshair mumbles, twisting his toothpick around between his teeth.

“This one is going to be a bit different boys. It’s not exactly…sanctioned by the GAR. Let’s call it a favor for an old friend of mine.”

Crosshair straightens up, suspicious of Cody’s statement, “We may bend the rules from time to time, but we don’t do favors.”

“This is an efficient mission that ultimately will aid us in the war, provide you some easy target practice…and helps me relieve an old debt I have to pay.”

“Is there a reason you can’t do this yourself?” Hunter questions.

“We’ve been called into battle. Besides, this separatist encampment is one we have failed to infiltrate time and time again,” Cody responds.

Hunter shifts, struggling to comprehend where this is going, “What does attacking a separatist encampment have to do with repaying a debt?”

“There is a Senator stationed on Drahgor III…a corrupt senator at that. One who has a significant bounty on his head. My dear old friend is a bounty hunter I met on Ord Mantell. Your job will be to take out the clankers and retrieve any data you can from the main database. Meanwhile, my bounty hunter friend will secure the bounty and you’ll go your separate ways.”

“Who is this Bounty Hunter?” Crosshair inquires.

“Glad you asked,” Cody exclaims, “Y/N!”

The clone troopers twirl around to see you approaching them. Your manner is conservative yet confident. One thing you have become an expert at is never striving for attention. Instead, your presence demands it.

You nod at the troopers, “Clone Force 99, it is a pleasure to be working with you.”

Surveying the team, your eyes first fall on Crosshair. His distrusting look reaffirms the defense you raised long before wandering onto the landing platform.

Gotta keep an eye on that one.

Next, you glance over to Wrecker. A massive lug of a man, but he has the noticeable demeanor of a gentle giant. Something about him reminds you of a plush toy you once owned as a child.

Tech catches your attention next. He is clearly the intuitive one. He will either be a pain to deal with, or a beneficial asset.

At last, your eyes meet Hunter’s. Such a tiny gesture of nothingness feels like you’ve just been thrust into a timeless world of something far more significant. You quickly dismiss your gaze, but soon find your eyes wandering back to him. His eyes are already on you.

Tech quickly picks up on your silent interaction and nudges Hunter to break him of his trance. Hunter quickly snaps out of it and clears his throat. He is dumbstruck by his response. His heart beats recklessly.

Taking note of his counterpart’s vitals, Tech is left unsettled by the quickening of Hunter’s heart rate. “Hunter, I need you to focus on your breathing. Your heart rate is abnormally high.”

Setting your sight once more on the rugged clone trooper, you catch the ever-changing hue of his cheek…the one that isn’t covered in dark ink. A hint of red paints his untouched skin.

He clears his throat, “Erm-thank you for alerting me Tech. I’ll be aboard the ship.”

Cody shrugs his shoulders at you, “I guess you’ll brief them on the ship. Have a safe trip.”

“Thank you Cody, ” you clap him on the shoulder and follow the rogue crews lead onto their ship.

++++

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

“Where are we going to go? We need somewhere we can set up camp that isn’t easily tracked, ” Echo declares.

“There is one place I can think of, but I’m not sure that Hunter will be a fan of the location, ” Tech announces apprehensively.

Hunter lets out a groan and tightens his fist.

Wrecker laughs, “Hunter doesn’t like this idea! Which means I like it even more!”

Glaring at Wrecker, Hunter abruptly stands and stomps off into the cockpit.

“Where is it?” Echo inquires. He leans in, intrigued by the atmosphere that has suddenly befallen the Marauder.

“Let’s just say…we’d have to get help from an old friend.”

“Ha! An old friend!?” Wrecker blurts out, “Try an old fla-”

“That’s enough, ” Hunter commands, having regained his composure, “We will attempt to make contact this evening and if we have no response by the morning, we will seek out other options.”

++++

All night Hunter stayed up, much to the dismay of his crewmates, awaiting an incoming communication. His mind told him that it would never come through; his heart made him believe…or at least hope otherwise.

He stretches his arms into the air, releasing a hardy yawn. Tech enters the cockpit, “Anything?”

“Nothing, ” Hunter responds with a hint of despair clouding his words.

Just then, a muffled echo transmits through the comms unit. Hunter nearly falls out of the captain’s chair as he scrambles to the commlink.

“This is Phoenix 178095 trying to contact Clone Force 99. I repeat, this is Phoenix 1780-“

“Copy Phoenix 178095, this is Clone Force 99,” Hunter announces almost frantically.

The only response is silence…until, “Hunter? Hunter, is that you?”

The rugged clones grasp on the comlink tightens, and he touches it to his forehead. His eyes are locked shut, his breath unsteady.

“Yes. It’s me.”

You hear his guttural voice and suddenly, your memories which you’ve strived to suppress come flooding back, knocking the wind out of you.

Attempting to swallow the lump that insists on crowding your throat, you press down the transmitter button, but fail to express your thoughts.

“What?” A menacing voice echoes out, “Lothcat got your tongue?”

You chuckle, pressing the comlink to your forehead, “well if it isn’t my favorite piston head.” Piston head, a nickname you have used to refer to Crosshair for as long as you can remember. You find it fitting because term is in reference to a droid, similar to the droid-like manner in which Crosshair carries himself.

“So!” Shouts a third, brooding and somewhat childish voice, “Are we bunking with you or what?”

“Yes Wrecker, you are more than welcome to stay here.”

“Thank you, ” Hunter softly says into the comm’s mic. His voice still brings warmth to your soul, although the communicator slightly alters it.

“Get here safely.”

“Always do.”

“I know, ” you affirm and disconnect the commlink.

Looking around at the empty room, which mere seconds ago was filled with the sound of your closest friends’ voices, you feel once again plagued by loneliness.

It has been nearly three years since you last spoke to them. Choosing to once again shove your feelings down deep inside you, rather than let the pain consume you, you prepare for their arrival.

++++

“Maybe one day we will meet again, when all of this is over. Perhaps then we will have the freedom to say all that we have long held in, ” you exhaust yourself in the effort to fight back the words that are bottled up inside of you.

A void and emotionless, expression spans across his face as he finally acknowledges the weight of the moment. A single tear threatens to spill over, and he clenches his fist to fight back the giant hole that is forming in his heart.

“Y/N, ” he utters, “I-”

“Hunter! It’s time for us to go, ” Tech calls out.

++++

Your entire body jerks to a standstill when you hear the hum of their ship landing.

Hunter feels a sudden sickening sensation throughout his body.

“Deep breaths, brother. You don’t want your little reunion to be overruled by sweaty palms and rosy cheeks, ” Crosshair teases.

Hunter groans, “We are here for a short period of time until we can safely get back to Kamino. Until then, this is strictly business as usual.”

“Whatever you say Hunter,” he flicks his toothpick into the garbage receptacle with perfect aim.

The leader of the clone force, known for being courageous, daring, and valiant has abruptly shifted to a timid and uncertain man. But that’s just it. He felt like a man. A feeling only familiar when around you. Every other day of the rotation, he is merely a defective clone—a misfit who despite his enhanced abilities, is thrown into combat, aware of the fact that he is completely dispensable. Because he is merely one of hundreds of thousands of others just like him, he feels like he is just another carbon copy dispersed off of a factory line. Yet, around you, he never felt that way.

He watches out the cockpit window and sees you emerge from your homestead. His heart somersaults.

“Shall we disembark Hunter?” Tech asks.

He nods.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you hardly notice the troopers exiting their ship. It isn’t until Wrecker has scooped you up into his arms that you are jostled back to reality.

“Wreck!” You cry out in excitement as you wrap your arms around him.

Crosshair lends you a wink that you flirtatiously mirror. It’s always fun seeing him fight back a cheeky grin.

Tech is clearly holding back, so you eagerly close the distance between you two and envelope him in your arms. Initially, he hesitates but rapidly works up the bravery to reciprocate.

Chuckling at his hold on you, you tease, “I don’t know who gives the stronger hugs! You, or Wrecker.” He quickly releases you and straightens his glasses.

“Who’s this?” You motion towards the pale, almost sickly-looking clone. In fact, he looks more like a machine than a clone.

“I’m Echo, ” he extends his hand to you. Accepting it, you introduce yourself in return.

Hunter appears from behind the group. Suddenly, you lose the ability to think straight, let alone speak. His eyes meet yours and you share a somber smile. Each taking a step toward each other, you close the distance between you. Unable to resist any longer, you throw your arms around him, drawing him tightly to you.

For a moment, he stands frozen. Hunter has imagined the feeling of taking you into his arms again more than he would like to admit. At last, he pushes his thoughts aside and encircles your waist with his strong embrace.

You can feel his heartbeat slowly accelerate; at least your heart isn’t the only one threatening to beat out of your chest. You seemingly melt into each other. His hands softly tracing circles on your lower back.

Knowing that this moment cannot last as long as you’d both like, you hesitantly pull away from him. His hands grip at your hips as if he is begging you to not stray from his grasp. Your heart yearns to pull him back into your embrace and to stay there with him forever.

Becoming aware of the world around you once again, you feel your face flush into a crimson red.

“Why are they just standing there like that?” Wrecker leans down to whisper to Tech.

“Sometimes, the most important messages do not need to be said with words,” he responds softly.

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myherowritings · 4 years ago

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order’s up!

— Osamu gets a big order of some rather strange rice ball combinations an hour before closing. He doesn’t expect that he’d find the customer who ordered to be so damn cute.

pairing: miya osamu x reader word count: 2,387 genre: fluff, post manga timeskip

a/n: first haikyuu fic and aHH it was so fun to write ,, i didn’t expect osamu to be my first but here we are and tbh i am not mad~ ;) FJSDHKJ hope u enjoy!!

“One unagi onigiri to go-- Your order’s ready!”

A middle-aged man stood up from his seat at the waiting area and headed over to the counter, thanking Osamu for the fresh onigiri and making brief small talk. As the man left, Osamu looked at the customer next in line, thankful there was only one person in here so close to closing time.

“I’ll be with you in a moment,” he stated when your gaze met his, lips quirking up to give his best customer service smile.

You nodded with a warm smile of your own before looking down at the phone in your hands, murmuring what he thought sounded like “salmon, plum, beef, extra green onions, heavy on the seasoning.” Now, he liked to think there were no rules to onigiri, but part of him did hope you wouldn’t ask for all those ingredients in one gigantic, imbalanced rice ball. Maybe you were reciting a large number of individual orders.

He shrugged. Money was money, and all onigiri was good onigiri when made with his special Miya love. Miya love that was specific to Osamu in particular, of course. Atsumu could never recreate it even if he tried-- Not that he ever tried. The day he tried in something other than volleyball would be the day Osamu said he was the worst onigiri chef in Japan.

In other words, never.

Osamu hustled over to the cash register and you took that as your cue to step forward, hands fidgeting with your wallet and cellphone.

He smirked to himself in silent amusement. A shy one, were you? By now he had lost count of all the nervous and fidgety costumers he had gotten at his shop, but to allow them to stay that way simply wouldn’t do. If his patrons weren’t 100% comfortable in his care--well, as comfortable they could be in an onigiri shop--it meant he was doing his job wrong.

As the owner of Onigiri Miya he wanted to make sure every customer would leave with a smile and a desire to come again soon. That was how he built rapport and got so many regulars after all.

“I can take your order whenever you’re ready,” said Osamu in a slow pace, encouraging you to slow your rhythm as you tapped your fingertip restlessly against your protective phone case. Were you in a hurry? You seemed rather antsy, but he went on. “There’s no rush here.”

There was less than an hour until closing and he figured you would be the last customer of the day-- Meaning there was no reason not to slow down. As much as Osamu appreciated how lively his hometown could be, he also enjoyed quieter moments like these.

Not everything had to be so loud. Not everything had to be moving so fucking fast all the time. And he learned that in some instances, he could just control the pace himself.

Your worried chatter brought him out of his musing. “Are you sure? Because I know you close soon and I really didn’t want to come in so late but the guys are still down over a loss and said this was their favorite comfort food,” you said, eyebrows furrowed in a tell of concern. “It’s kind of a big order, so if you need to start cleaning up for closing I can just go to another store-- Sorry for imposing!”

He blinked. He thought he just said there was no rush to imply he wasn’t worried and you shouldn’t be either, but you didn’t seem to pick up on that.

“Hey, you’re not imposing,” Osamu soothed, somewhat alarmed at your apprehension. “You said someone was down over a loss? You on a sports team?”

Losing sucked. Osamu knew this firsthand.

Sure, in hindsight it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but while it could sure feel that way sometimes. If it was bad enough, it could take a few days to really get over and grow from it. So hearing that Onigiri Miya was someone’s comfort food that could help cheer them up on days like those… That certainly gave him reason to puff his chest up a little more.

“Yeah! Well, kind of.” You moved your head side-to-side as if unsure of your answer. “I help assist the volleyball team at my university. It’s my last year in school and I’m sure all of the other fourth years are bummed too.” Catching the small frown on your face, you stopped yourself before it spread, clearing your throat. “But it’s okay! At least we all had fun. And now they’ll be getting some of their favorite food to cheer them up-- If you’re still taking orders, that is…?”

He nodded. “‘Course I am.” Osamu flashed you a grin intended to make your worries disappear. “What kinda store owner would I be if I couldn’t make your team their pick-me-up food?”

The two of you shared a look before you tore your gaze away, biting your lower lip to hide your smile.

“Thank you, then,” you murmured, unlocking your phone to what appeared to be a notes app.

Osamu picked up his pen with a short hum. “Ready to take your order when you are.”

“Right.” You stared at your screen in concentration before listing off what you had written. “Can I have three salmon onigiris with green onions, two umeboshi and mentaiko with light seasoning and ginger, one tempura and unagi with green onions and sesame seeds and heavy seasoning, two…”

As he noted your orders, some arguably stranger than others--not that he should be one to judge, what with his own peculiar preferences--he made a mental note of how cute your voice sounded and tucked it away in the depth of his mind. Was cute the word for it? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he guessed that sounded okay enough. There was something about hearing you talk that made Osamu want to hear more, even if it was just a list of onigiri ingredients.

He huffed. Weird.

When you finished he repeated back your order, affirming it was all correct.

“Great, so I’ll be with you in about 15 to 20 minutes with your order ready,” he informed as he held the paper with the dishes he had to make. “You can have a seat at one of the tables ‘til I return.”

You nodded at his words but hesitantly opened your mouth. “Erm-- Wait!”

He looked back at you, mere steps away from the cooking area.

“Is it just you working at this hour?” you asked, standing with your hands folded behind your back as you craned your neck.

“Yeah, we don’t get many late customers on a Tuesday night so I’m the only one closin’ today.” Osamu gave you a curious once-over. Bright eyes, nervous yet playful smile, cute outfit-- Damn, he sure was using the word cute a lot today. All in relation to you nonetheless. “Why?”

“Are you sure the order isn’t too big for you in this hour?” Once again, you were fretting. He reckoned he ought to teach you some relaxation techniques and tips of how to be less...selfless. “Do you need some, uh, help?”

The corner of Osamu’s lip twitched upwards. Help? What were you planning on doing if he said yes? Learn the basics of food safety and onigiri-making in less than 20 minutes so you could assist him in making your order?

Something told him that was, in fact, what you were ready to do.

Cute.

“Stop stressin’, sweetheart,” he said with a tsk, not bothering to hide his amused grin. “I’ve handled bigger orders than this. You just rest your pretty little head and I’ll be finished before you know it.”

Though you still looked concerned, you nodded and sat down, probably figuring you would be more of a hindrance in his onigiri-making flow than anything else.

“Don’t miss me too much-- And don’t even think of saying sorry or anythin’ like that!” His tone was teasing but he meant what he said. You were a customer at Onigiri Miya and he wanted no patron of his to be worrying this much if he could do anything to help it. “The store’s still open and I’ve no issue taking your order. ‘Kay?”

You blinked. “Okay. I… Thank you, uh, Miya-san.”

“Just Miya’s fine.”

“Right. Miya. Thank you.”

He sauntered off into the kitchen to get started with your order and as he went through making your onigiri, he hoped you wouldn’t still be feeling bad about a big order that wasn’t even that big compared to others he got. Besides, you had already paid for the order. There was no point worrying after the transaction went through.

Osamu soon made his way down the list of rice balls and, just like he promised, popped his head out of the kitchen along with three, full takeout containers in record time.

“For the cutest customer here tonight-- Order’s up!”

You perked up at the mouthwatering smell of his onigiri, pressing a hand to your stomach as you hummed. “I’m the only customer here tonight, but since your food smells so yummy I will choose to let that comment slide.”

Holding the bag of takeout in front of his, Osamu smirked at your surprisingly steadfast composure. You didn’t get flustered at his unabashed compliment like he thought you would, and for some reason that made you seem even more appealing.

As you accepted the order, he quipped, “Only customer here or not, you’re still the cutest.”

You wrapped your fingers around the handle of the takeout bag, the edge of your pinky brushing against his thumb. “Hmm, then-- I guess you’re definitely the cutest worker here tonight, even though it is by default.”

Osamu laughed, both in amusement and in happiness after finally getting you to feel comfortable in his shop.

“A compliment’s a compliment and I’m not above being the cutest by default,” he said with a lazy drawl, watching as you set the onigiri bag on the counter in front of you while easing into a conversation with him.

“As if you would ever have to win by default. You seem much too handsome and talented for that.”

It sounded like you were flirting. Were you flirting? He noted the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you lingered in the store instead of leaving once you received your order.

Yeah. You were so flirting.

“Cute.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, nothing.” He smiled secretively but wouldn’t expand on what he said despite your questioning look.

You narrowed your eyes. “Sure, okay then.” Your fingers wrapped and unwrapped themselves from the handle of the to-go bag, like you didn’t want to leave just yet but didn’t know what was left to say. “Well-- Um, thank you for the order! I’m sure this’ll cheer the team right up.”

“And you as well, I hope.”

“Of course. I haven’t even tasted it but it already has.”

Just being here already has, is what you seemed to say. Osamu rather liked that implication.

“But… I still feel kind of bad for ordering all this so close to your closing hours,” you said sheepishly, rubbing the side of your neck like it had a knot. “I’m sorry.”

Osamu waved his hand at your words. “Please, what do you have to apologize for? Making me do my job?” he asked cheekily, his sideways grin showing teeth. “You shouldn’t feel bad.” He noticed the way you brought your lower lip into your mouth with uncertainty and he continued, “But if you still do...there is a way you could repay me and soothe those worries.”

You looked up, eyes widened. “How? I’d do anything.”

Dangerous words coming from such pretty little lips.

He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, unintentionally bringing your attention to his forearms. “Let me treat you out this weekend, yeah?”

Your gaze followed his hands as you nodded. “Yea--” You blinked to snap out of your daze and he stifled a laugh. “Wait, wait! Shouldn’t I be the one to treat you?”

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I were to ask you out on a date and tell you to pay?”

Maybe Atsumu would’ve made his date pay for their meal and activities of the day, but Osamu wasn’t him. Osamu had class.

“A date?” you parroted. “As in one with me? And you? Together?”

There wasn’t anyone else in the store he could be asking. Nope, just you and your awkwardly cute self.

Osamu nodded in affirmation. A date is just what he was asking you out on. “Well, only if you want, of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to contain the wide smile that threatened to spread across your face. “I wouldn’t mind a date with the cutest worker here tonight,” you teased, looking around the store before meeting landing on his face. “I still want to be the one to treat you, though. It’s the least I could do.”

As happy as he was that you didn’t reject him, he didn’t give. “Don’t worry about treating me-- Your company’s a better treat than money could buy.” You snorted at his pickup line and Osamu silently cursed his brother for saying that line would always work. And then cursed himself for believing it. “Look, I’ll pay. I insist.”

“I insist too.”

You held each other’s gaze, neither one wavering. He seemed to realize you weren’t going to give in, but he wasn’t planning on it either. He huffed, shaking his head, entertained. “Okay, then. How ‘bout we rock-paper-scissors it when the day comes?”

“Fine by me,” you laughed, hiding the bottom half of your face with your hand. He wanted to hold it in his so he could see the full smile you were covering, but Osamu decided he could save that for another time. “But don’t think you’ll have an easy win! I’ll have you know I play a mean game of rock-paper-scissors.”

“‘Course you do, sweetheart.”

And he didn’t doubt that at all.

As strange as the orders were and as nervous as you may have been at the start, Osamu found himself rather fond of you. Was working overtime worth it just for a date with a cute costumer?

Yeah, he decided. It was.

a/n: y/n’s vball team waiting for their comfort food after a bad loss while y/n and osamu are just there flirting after hours: 👁💧👄💧👁

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