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lilirari · 11 months ago

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🫧 basically just going on different kinds of dates with lando <3

💌 lando norris x fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : i loved making this fr !! i was going to include some writing parts but.. i kinda got lazy 🧍‍♀️ if you guys want the writing part though, i'll work on it and post it. the part two to this + oscar's version is also in the works !

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧩 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ lego date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram lego date with the loml ! he gave me that bouquet of lego flowers in the morning 🥹🤍 last pic is him trying to find that one missing lego piece.

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landonorris pretty flowers for my pretty flower ♡

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landonorris ok but did you take that piece 🤨

-> yourinstagram no oscar ate it

-> oscarpiastri i did what

-> landonorris oscar regurgitate my lego piece

-> oscarpiastri I DIDN'T EAT YOUR LEGO PIECE I WASN'T EVEN PRESENT DURING YOUR SILLY LITTLE DATE

charles_leclerc what a fun idea ! 🤍

carlossainz55 😍

lilymhe @/alex_albon where's my lego bouquet 😒

-> alex_albon you can make your own

-> lilymhe wtf

danielricciardo very cute

pierregasly je devrais en faire un pour kika 🥰

-> yourinstagram yes you should 🫡 she'd love it

oscarpiastri i'm surprised he has the attention span to build a whole lego bouquet

-> alex_albon right ???

-> landonorris STFU

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🎡 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ amusement park date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram third-wheeled my boyfriend and his boy space friend today. i would've included the video i took of lan screaming while we were on the rollercoaster but i'll have mercy on your ears for the time being 😞

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landonorris wdym boy space friend he's literally my boyfriend

-> yourinstagram ... wow ok didn't expect you to come out of the closet this soon 😦📸

-> landonorris sorry love, it's always been max 🫣🤞

-> maxfewtrell .. um yeah no y/n take him away i don't want him

landonorris baby, istg if you show anyone that video...

-> yourinstagram i promise i won't show it to anyone dw pookie 😘

lnfour 🫶🫶🫶

oscarpiastri send me that video of lando

-> yourinstagram i already did

-> oscarpiastri nice

-> landonorris ???

-> landonorris whatever happened to 'i promise i won't show it to anyone' ?

-> yourinstagram ... oops 😅

-> landonorris 😃

riabish aww wish i could've joined you today ☹️

carmenmmundt the cutest couple ! ❤️

alex_albon i desperately need that video

-> yourinstagram sent 🫡

-> landonorris Y/N !!!!

-> yourinstagram oops i gtg🏃‍♀️

quadrant our parents ! (and max)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🍣 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ sushi date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram hey guys i have some news... lando and i have recently separated ways because of the contrast in our interests. i wish him nothing but the worst and i hope all his christmas gifts will be fish related xx

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landonorris STOP

landonorris all this because i won't eat sushi for you..

-> yourinstagram if you won't eat sushi for me i don't want you get away !!

-> landonorris ... if i eat One (1) sushi for you will you stop this madness

-> yourinstagram maybe.. maybe not ☺️

-> landonorris baby give me a definite answer

-> yourinstagram ok ok i'll stop if you eat one

-> landonorris .. fine i'm doing this only for you

-> yourinstagram hehe i love u

landonorris guys we're still together don't worry she's just spreading fake news like a LIAR

-> yourinstagram girl spelt backwards it's liar 🤭

carlossainz55 sushi... war flashbacks

-> yourinstagram CARLOS HELDPDHSHDHDH

-> yourinstagram " iT's nEaR a fiSh "

-> yourinstagram i got him to eat an actual sushi though i won

-> carlossainz55 damn you did the impossible it must be true love

yukitsunoda0511 please get back together i'll make fishless sushi for you lando please just get back with y/n 😭

-> yourinstagram OH YUKI NO WE DIDN'T ACTUALLY BROKE UP DON'T WORRY 🥹

-> yukitsunoda0511 oh ok that's good.. please don't worry me like this again

-> yourinstagram yessir i'm sorry 😞🫡

pierregasly not the two of you worrying yuki.. it's on sight 🔫

-> yourinstagram i'm not scared of a hon hon hon baguette frenchie

-> landonorris yeah what she said go water your baguettes or sumn pierre

-> pierregasly i take pride in being a french man you guys are just haters 😒

-> yourinstagram that we are 🫶

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⛳ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ golf date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram once a third wheel, always a third wheel. i need someone to look at me the way carlos looks at my boyfriend 😞

ps the staff handed me that merc golf ball since they're sponsoring this golf course @/mclaren i promise i'm still loyal to you guys

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landonorris i already look at you the way carlos looks at me 😞

landonorris baby i love you but was it really necessary to post that picture in the sixth slide 🥲

-> yourinstagram yes it was !! it's like a preview of spiderlando

-> landonorris you and your love for spider-man.. should we dress up as peter and gwen/mj the next halloween ?

-> yourinstagram OH MY GOD I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK !! a thousand times yes 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri the replies under lando's comment got me thinking y'all were getting married 🧍

-> yourinstagram i mean that'd be my reaction if he proposed to me anyways

-> landonorris marriage proposal coming up in a few years 😁

carlossainz55 i need someone to look at me the way i look at lando 😭

alex_albon what is he doing in that sixth slide...

-> landonorris that's how pro golfers play, you rookie

mercedesamgf1 you got great choice in golf courses and golf balls, y/n 🤭

mclaren please take y/n to a mclaren sponsored golf course next time @/landonorris ☺️

-> landonorris you got it boss

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🧸 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ babysitting date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram babysitting my nephew and little mila with uncle la-la ! feat baby lan (even after all these years, nothing's changed 🥹)

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yourinstagram baby fever went off the charts today

-> danielricciardo when are you and lando going to have a baby 😁

-> landonorris we can make one now if you want, y/n 😏

-> yourinstagram LANDO !! 😭😭 but yeah i can't wait to get married and have children soon...

-> landonorris you'd be the bestest mum 🫶

-> danielricciardo can i be the cool uncle

-> yourinstagram ofc danny no one's as cool as you !!

-> danielricciardo great 😁😁

landonorris i'm the best babysitter in the world

landonorris where did you find that baby picture of me

-> yourinstagram your mum sent it to me 🥹 you were so cute back then

-> landonorris am i not cute now

-> yourinstagram no 🤍

-> landonorris i hate u

-> yourinstagram love u too xx

savnorris thanks for babysitting mila today ! she loves you both so much ! 🫶 (auntie y/n a little bit more 🤭)

-> yourinstagram aww, no need savvy !! i had so much fun babysitting mila she's the cutest :( please call me the next time you need a babysitter i genuinely love spending time with her <3

-> yourinstagram also in your face @/landonorris mila loves me more than u 😝

-> landonorris ... mila how could you betray your uncle la-la 🤭😞

alexandrasaintmleux the matching shoes ☹️❤️

yoursister life savers !! thanks for babysitting kai on such a short notice, sis & lando ! 🤍

-> landonorris anytime (soon to be) sister in law 🫡

oscarpiastri can lily and i babysit them with you guys the next time

-> yourinstagram ofc pastry <3

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🛏️ 𖦹 ˚. ᵎᵎ nap date ! ⭑

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yourinstagram and it's all too much for little lando norris.

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landonorris my girlfriend's hotter than all of you

-> yourinstagram my boyfriend's hotter than all of you

landonorris why do you have so many pictures of me sleeping..

-> yourinstagram because you're always falling asleep everywhere

-> landonorris fair point

landonorris come back to bed i wanna cuddle you

-> yourinstagram coming !! 🏃‍♀️

carlossainz55 😴❤️

charles_leclerc silly lando 😆

alex_albon is he really sleeping on the floor 😭

danielricciardo wake up babe new lando sleeping content just dropped

maxfewtrell god he's such a simp for you

oscarpiastri saving these for future purposes (blackmail)

-> landonorris wtf man

mclaren our favourite papaya couple 🧡

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everkidco · 9 months ago

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It's time to play! Playing can be hard as a little - have you ever felt like trying to play feels like doing a puzzle without all the pieces? 🧩

Sometimes, getting into that super-duper fun headspace for playtime can be as tricky as finding the perfect spot for your favorite teddy bear at bedtime! 🧸

But guess what? You're not alone on this adventurous journey of imagination! That's why we've got something extra special just for you! 🎉 Welcome to "Let's Make…", our new play inspiration series where every adventure begins with a sprinkle of imagination and a dash of creativity! 🎨✨ Let's get started! 🚀

🌟 Attention, little architects! Todays super fun activity is for you! 🌟 Get ready to unleash your creativity and build your very own bustling city from recycled materials! ♻️🏙️ Gather up cardboard boxes, toilet paper rolls, and anything else you can find – the sky's the limit! 🌈✨ Use scissors, glue, paint, glitter, fabric and lots of colorful markers to transform those everyday items into skyscrapers, houses, and roads. 🏠🚗

Let your imagination run wild and tell us what super-duper cool things you'll add to your recycled city! 🌆🌈

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stuckinthe-2000s · 1 year ago

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🌙 Agere Ask Game!!! ⭐

🖍 Who is the first person you told/would tell about your headspace?

❤ If you had a fictional caregiver/little who would it be?

🩹 What do you experience when you regress? (i.e fuzzy feelings, motor skill or speech struggle, etc.)

🧡 How often do you regress or try to regress?

🍬 Do you read agere fanfiction and if so, about who?

💛 What school grade (if any) would you be in according to your headspace?

🧸 Are you an older sibling who regresses/caregives or a younger sibling who regresses/caregives?

💚 Were you considered an "old soul" growing up or were you more "childish"?

🧩 What was your first piece of agere gear or what would you want as your first?

💙 What's your regression/caregiving aesthetic? (kidcore, babycore, altcore, etc)

🍭 How long have you been apart of agere tumblr?

💜 What are you obsessed with right now in your headspace? (sanrio, sharks, bluey, etc)

🍼 Do you include your personal nostalgia in your regression/caregiving or are you creating new memories?

🖤 Have you met any other regressors/caregivers in real life?

🪀 Have you ever regressed in front of someone or has someone ever regressed around you?

🪁 Is your headspace affected more through traditional or alternative regression? (bottles & cartoons or horror & thrill)

🎨 What's a piece of agere gear that you really want to have/try?

🍬 Have you ever experienced vent regression?

🦋 Are you comfortable with your regression/headspace?

🧚‍♀️ What is age regression/caregiving to you?

🧦 What's something you like & don't like about the agere community?

🦇 Have you ever regressed in a dream?

🌸 Who do you headcanon as a regressor or caregiver? (fictional or real)

🐈‍⬛ Do you think you're represented enough in the agere community? (poc, boys, under 20/over 30 yrs)

🧃Which animal best represents your headspace?

🐇 Has it been or was it hard for you to find a little/caregiver?

🎀 Does your headspace match the gear you use/want? (i.e. regresses to 10 years but loves pacifiers)

🎮 Do you struggle to play pretend or are you super imaginative?

🌈 What mythical creature would you rather be? (Hybrid, Fairy, Dragon, etc)

👾 What's the quickest way to get you in your headspace?

💭 What's one thing you often daydream about doing with your little/caregiver?

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musingsofasidechracter · 4 months ago

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Image from Pinterest!

*Author’s Note! Please forgive any format issues, this is my first tumblr post literally ever! I decided that if I’m going to scour this site for all the things I love to read, I could contribute as well! Please enjoy the mess inside my head!*

Pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

Content Warning: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, like two swear words, reader is insecure but the boys make it better!

Missing Piece 🧩

Selfish… That’s the only thing to call this feeling. Because how else does someone describe a feeling of longing when every dream you’ve had for yourself has come true. You were surrounded with love, on every side. Quite literally.

On your left was the calm to every storm life has thrown your way. Your peace, and the only thing you need after anything brings you even slightly down. Your Remus. Your head on his shoulder, one of his hands playing with yours in his lap, attention more or less on the book he was holding. You could feel a chuckle rumble through his chest every now and again, a clear sign he was enjoying the story that Sirius had picked for him.

Oh, Sirius… The man who makes you brave. Who has fought for everything this life has tried to take from him, and who has come out the other side stronger than ever. He makes you feel beautiful and seen. With a lazy smile, or a mischievous glint in his eye, or a rarely serious set of his jaw, he always knows exactly what you need in every moment. Like now, while you show no outward sign of distress, he somehow knows you need a gentle hand in your hair, calmly running his nails over your scalp, in a way he knows brings you immense comfort. He was doing it almost unconsciously, while talking with James about one thing or another.

And James… sunshine incarnate. Always with a smile on his face, his mouth built with a natural upturn. A wicked sense of humor and love to spare. He was so free with the love he gives. Never an hour going by without the words falling from his lips. Like if he didn’t say it enough, his essence would cease to exist. Love shining in his eyes for just about everyone he speaks to. Warmth radiating from him always, like the sun itself. The center of the group you’ve created with these men, pulling you all together. Even now, sitting on the floor in front of the three of you, you notice how your bodies all face him, without a single one of you meaning to do it.

With you in the middle, most people would feel like absolutely nothing could be better… so why, why did you feel so out of place. From the moment you met these three, they have made it clear they wanted you. From that first night out, in a random pub in London…

It was your first true night in your brand new home. You’d moved to London a full week ago, but that was filled with moving boxes, and paperwork, and trying to find the best place to buy all the necessities for your apar….flat… they call it a flat here. Today you opened the last of the boxes that had littered your home, and you felt that was reason enough to celebrate. You called the one person you know on this continent, your cousin, Catherine. She had convinced you to move like she had a year before, and she picked a pub close to you, The Black Dog. You should have known better though, ever the social butterfly, it wasn’t long before Catherine was pulled away by some man hoping to take her home, and you were left at the bar alone. You wouldn’t call yourself an introvert by any means, but a brand new city can be overwhelming enough, and you were content to take it all in rather than dive headfirst into the scene around you.

You ordered your drink, something strong and fruity and moments later it was delivered. It was somewhere between pink and red, in a tall glass, with oranges on the side and cherries sitting on top. You took your first sip, and let out a small noise of appreciation. It was a bit loud in the pub, so you were surprised when the man beside you noticed the sound you made. He turned toward you, smile beaming in a way that almost hurt to look at. You noted then, that this man was like the sun…little did you know how right you were.

”That good, love?” A chuckle fell off of his lips with his words, and you couldn’t help the smile spreading on your face. Maybe it was the shots Catherine had convinced you to take before you left for your evening, or maybe it was the smile that was infectious on his face, or maybe it was the confidence you’d decided you had now that you were brave enough to move across the pond, but something inside you made you respond, “Wanna find out for yourself?”

You held out the drink for him to try. The man’s smile (somehow) widened, and his eyebrows shot overtop of the round glasses on his face. He leaned forward, just in your space, and took a sip from your straw. You noted the curly hair then, that sat messily on top of his head and the fact that whoever was sipping from your drink was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. He made a noise similar to the one you had made moments ago and a laugh tumbled out of the both of you. “Seems like it’s that good indeed!” You laugh again at his little joke, sticking your hand out for him and told him your name. “James!” he said in return, but rather than take your hand for a shake, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side for a hug. Warmth spread across your body, and for the first time since your plane landed you felt like your were truly home.

He pulled you across the crowded room, arm still around your shoulders as he lead you to a couch with two other men. The curly haired man at your side introduced you to Sirius, the long haired one with a cocky smirk on his face, whose arm was around the other man, who you were told was Remus.

“Like the werewolf story?” He seemed to pale at that, and had you had a bit less liquor in your system you would have noticed. “Like the story of Remus and Romulus! Well, I suppose it isn’t a true werewolf story, the babies were just raised by wolves…at least I think that’s how the story goes, and then they go on to found Rome, so your name is in good company” His shoulders relax at that, and later you would find out just why those words made him antsy around you at first. He chuckled, and stood to shake your hand. Sirius looked to James, a bemused expression on his face, “Where did you find this little dollie, Prongs?” Remus leans into James before he can reply and said just loud enough for the four of you to hear, “I don’t care where you found her, but I kinda want to keep her.” The boys chuckled at the blush that littered your cheeks, and your night went on filled with these three ridiculously attractive men, that you took no time at all to fall in love with.

You often remember that night. How deeply you fell for each of the three men you had met. Months later, as your friendship grew, and you were made aware that the three were all involved in a romantic relationship, they all came to you to express their love for you as well. They asked you to join their relationship and the rest, as they say, was history.

After a year of being together they shared with your their little secret of magic, stunning you into amazed silence as they used it to make your anniversary the most special thing. Later that night, as you sat in bed with them, basking in the glow of your night together, Remus was in tears as he shared with you his “furry little problem” as the boys would refer to it. You joked that you were in too deep at that point, so even if you had wanted to walk away (you hadn’t considered it for a second) you wouldn’t have been able to leave them. A week later they had asked you to move in with them. James and Sirius both came from money, lots of it you had gathered, and so the home they all shared was more than big enough. Catherine had joked with you that you had scored bigger than she ever could as she helped you to get settled into your new life with the men you loved so much.

Here you were a month later, and selfish was the only thing you felt that you could put into words. Because even though you were the happiest you had ever been, with three men to love you and a life that was more perfect than you could have imagined for yourself, you felt…wrong. Maybe this was just the honeymoon phase wearing off, but you couldn’t help but notice the cracks you felt forming around you. You couldn’t quite explain it, but you felt…other. Separate. You knew you were solidly a part of the group around you, but you felt still somehow on the outside. Like the last book in a series, written decades after the original trilogy. You hated feeling this way, and you hated more that you didn’t know how to fix it. You were on your own in your head with it though, wholly unwilling to bring it up to your lovers, afraid to point out what they seemed oblivious to. What if, once you pointed it out, they wouldn’t be able to ignore it any further. They’d realize how out of place you were with them, and it would be the beginning of the end for you and them.

“Dove, would you care to tell me why you’re crying?” Remus whispered in your ear. You hadn’t even noticed the tears falling from your eyes. “I know Pads and Prongs are droning on about nothing, but that’s no reason to be upset.”

Sirius and James looked up at this, hearing their names more than what else Remus had said. A slightly offended, “Hey” fell from James’s mouth before he caught onto the tear tracks coming down your face. He moved to his knees just in front of you and took your hands in his. Sirius straightened up and turned his whole body towards you, his full attention on you now, the hand that was just scratching your scalp now resting on the small of your back. Three sets of eyes looked at your face, while you were unable to meet any one of them.

“Doll, what the hell is going on?” Sirius’s tone was firm, edging on panic. Of the three of them, he was the most sensitive to negative emotions (thank you very much Walburga Black), and the curse fell from his lips, not out of anger, but agony at seeing one of his lovers anything less than happy. “You’ve been off for a few days, is it all coming out now?” Being that emotionally intelligent was the work of James and Remus over their many years together. While Sirius hated seeing a negative emotion, he was often the one to realize the root of it.

“I…” you didn’t know what to say to these men you loved so much, and instead of words, sobs ran out of your mouth without ever being told they could. The three all but suffocated you with their love. Remus pulled you to his lap and moved to the middle of the couch, making room for James to join you off the floor. Two more sets of arms wrapped around your body, and words you couldn’t quite make out surrounded you. Sweet nothings and words of encouragement, you were sure. Not an ounce of judgement could be felt in the room, and for that thought alone you cried for longer.

Once you were settled down, finally pulling your face out of the crook of Remus’s neck where you had found strength and comfort, you were finally able to meet their eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

“Nothing to apologize for, love…” A hint of a smile hit your lips at the nickname for you that James had never quite dropped since first meeting you. “We’re just worried for you, but that’s no reason to say you’re sorry. Should… should WE be apologizing…?” That brought more tears to your eyes, though you were able to let them fall quietly this time. You hated that James jumped to something they might have done wrong, as if they could ever be less than perfect to you.

“No! Never, my love. You’ve all been so amazing to me, always…from that very first night. It’s just…” You couldn’t help but notice the way their shoulders relaxed at that, though their attention never wavered off of you. You knew then that you had to come clean. You couldn’t be the reason they felt they were anything less than perfect.

“You’re all so perfect for each other… and then there’s just me. I mean, you’ve all had years together, and you have so much history. Like all the way back to high school, history. And before that! You’ve known each other since you were eleven, and you’ve BEEN together since, what seventeen or eighteen? That’s more than a decade of falling into a rhythm together and then I show up and just… I don’t know why you needed me. I know you love me, don’t get me wrong. It would be impossible not to feel the love you all have. But I just feel like… a piece of a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit…”

The three were uncharacteristically quiet. They didn’t know what to say to let you know how wrong you were. After a full minute looking at you, hurting to see you hurt, it was no surprise that Remus was the one to speak first.

“Dove, can you please… give us an example? I don’t think we quite understand what you mean.” You thought about it. You needed them to see that it wasn’t their fault, that it was you that was wrong. You tried to remove your emotion from it, to use what you thought was logic about the situation.

“Okay…an example… Last week, when that black envelope showed up at the window, and none of you blinked at the fact that an owl was delivering mail at night . James didn’t hesitate to take it and throw it in the fireplace, while Remus walked straight to you, Sirius and just hugged you for a while. I still barely know what that was about. I just sat there wondering why the mood shifted in the room, and the three of you fell into this routine that I didn’t even know needed to happen.

Or every month, when Remus needs some taking care of. I know I can’t go out with the three of you, but when you got back from that night a couple weeks ago from wherever it is that you need to go, you fell into a routine I didn’t know how to join into, again. Sirius grabbed the weird bottles from the cabinet I can’t reach, and James got the first aid kit that Remus always keeps stocked and you went into the big bathroom and took care of what needed to be done. And then you all fell into bed together, and even when you pulled me into you, James, I felt like I had no right be there, and interrupt the way you were taking care of each other.

Or even when we all sleep together in that giant bed… You three had a way of crawling into bed and moulding yourselves around each other, and before it was a fun sleepover, but now that I live here, I’m just interrupting that every night. We have to think about who is next to who and who’s turn it is to be next to who and its just… I’m the difference. I’m the one who disrupts all those routines and the one who doesn’t get the inside jokes and the one who needs to be told how magic works… and I just…” Three sets of eyes met each other and, as if to prove your point, had a silent conversation without you.

“That’s just what I mean!” You stood up, unable to be in between them, cutting them off from each other for a second longer. Your hands dragged through your hair, and down your face as you tried to keep yourself calm while already missing the warmth of the three of them. “You all just had a full conversation and didn’t have to say a single word. I can’t do that with you at all, but you shouldn’t have to explain it to me after the fact…that’s not fair to you. I should just… get it.”

Sirius stood and took a step toward you. You wanted to step away, tell him to go back to the men on the couch, but if you were feeling selfish tonight, then you supposed you could be one more time before they decided you were right. He took your hand and pulled you into his chest, and his next words broke you.

“You’re right…” He felt your body tense, and heard the intake of air in your lungs and was quick to clarify his meaning. “Not about most of that, not about you not fitting, but about a couple of things. The lads and I do have history together. History that we can’t make go away, and no matter how much we might want to it’s history we can’t fit you into. We can’t help that my love… but that and your second right point go well together. We can have a conversation without words, but we’re always more than happy to pull you into that loop. And would you like to know what we were just thinking with one another?” You nodded your head from his chest and looked up at him. He turned to James, who had tears in his eyes at the sight before him, and came to take you into his own arms.

“Shortly after we graduated and we were in our very first flat together,” he said in between kisses to your hairline, “Remus all but had a panic attack. It was terribly tough to see him suffer through some kind of emotion Sirius and I couldn’t understand. He himself found it hard to put into words what he was so upset about. We got him calmed down and when he was finally able to put his feelings into words, the only word he could think of was incomplete.”

You looked to Remus, a question written all over your face and he stood and joined you. You were passed into his arms this time and he pulled you into the crook of his neck again. He started swaying to some music only he could hear, and he spoke low and calm, with some other emotion lacing his voice. “I just felt that we weren’t done yet… the three of us. I couldn’t explain it, and I felt like a right idiot for even thinking it. I was surround by two loves of my life, who gave me every bit of themselves, who I hoped to share every part of myself with, and I felt that, for some reason, part of my heart was still missing. But because, like you said, we’re all so in sync with each other, the moment I could say what was on my mind, they told me they’d been feeling it too.” Sirius wrapped his arm around the both of you, joining you in your sway. He spoke barely above a whisper.

“There is an area of magic called Divination, and witches and wizards hold varying degrees of belief in it, but it looks to the future. A GOOD Seer can tell you what hasn’t happened yet . So James here, decided to call one up. He needed to know if anything was meant to happen that could take this feeling from us away. He felt it too, but he couldn’t stand to see Remus so out of sorts over something we weren’t sure was meant for us. But he went and found something out, that he kept a secret for a long, long time.”

James himself spoke up at this, a cheery, prideful tone to his voice, “Hardest thing I had EVER done, keeping that from these two! But finally the time came for me to spill, on none other than the night I saw a pretty girl in a bar making the sweetest, happiest noises at a drink in her hand. The Seer confirmed that something was missing in our lives. That three was never enough for our group, and that the love we had to spare for each other, wasn’t spare love at all. It was meant for someone else. She described to me… so perfectly now actually. Hang on…”

He left for his office, a room you rarely go in for lack of understanding anything held there. Remus moved you back to the couch, but it was Sirius who claimed you for his lap. He whispered low in your ear, “You’re going to love this next part, dollie…” You smiled a him, a proper one this time. You had a feeling you knew what the rest of this story held but you waited to hear for yourself. James returned moments later and handed you a worn piece of paper. You could tell it had been folded and unfolded many times. He continued this story holding the paper in your hand until he was ready to let you open it.

“The Seer described, and even sketched for me, the thing that was missing from us. I didn’t understand it at all at the time, but all was clear to me that night we met. I felt so drawn to you, from that first little noise you made and the second I saw you, my breath was stolen. I had to drag you over to meet the others, I had to make sure they were as drawn to you as I was. And then that night, after we were home, with the most ridiculous happy tears flowing, I told them what I had done years before and I showed them what you have in your hand…” He let your hands go, and signaled you to open the folded paper. You looked to the three of them, making eye contact with each of them, and in their eyes you saw the same thing: love, admiration, and pure joy. When you looked to the picture in your hands a very different set of tears sprung from your eyes.

A white snake wrapped around a black crescent moon, with stars scattered around it. To anyone else this would have meant absolutely nothing, but to you it shifted the world on its axis. You had gotten this exact image tattooed just under the bend of your elbow during the last week in your home town. Catherine had convinced you to get it, while she had its sister marked on her own arm. A tattoo you had gotten on a whim, to commemorate the changes you hoped to come in your future. You breath caught, and you were unable to form words. It was Sirius who finished the story for you.

“After that night at the pub, we talked about you the whole way home. We all decided we were just taken with you. Your wit, your sense of humor, how wicked smart you are, how well you were able to take our shit and throw it right back at us. We all knew life wasn’t going to be the same any more, and we were all so excited for the change the winds were bringing. And when we heard what James had done and saw the picture of that tattoo we’d spent minuets discussing with you, everything clicked for us. We were half in love with you already, and that just confirmed that we were always meant to have you. So that… that is what you mean. You mean completion for us. Wholeness. We were never done, not until you breezed into our lives. You were the missing piece of us, and you fit so, so right. The rest of it will come with time. We’ll teach you how to help Moony when we get back from the full moon. I’ll explain all the black envelopes I can’t look at to you. We’ll make more inside jokes that anyone but the four of us would never have a prayer of understanding. The magic will become mundane for you one day too. And for heavens sake, the only reason there is a debate on whose turn it is to sleep next to who, is because we’re all so jealous when we’re the one who can’t be right next to you, and Remus says we aren’t allowed to just dog pile on top of you because we’ll ‘suffocate’ you.” You laughed at that, a real one this time.

You looked around at the boys, and noticed how well they had formed around you. For perhaps the first time, you saw it too, how well the four of you fit together. Sirius was right, with time you would have a rich history with them as well. One you would be able to look back on with joy and love in your heart. You met their eyes again, and leaned in to kiss each of them one at a time.

“Thank you for loving me so much. I could never have imagined myself with three different people to love, but now that I have it I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else, and I couldn’t imagine a single day without the three of you to make it better. Thank you for telling me that story. I needed it, my loves. I’m sorry I was feeling some type of way. I really can’t remember why now…”

“It’s okay, dollie, sometimes I cry just for the attention too,” Sirius said with a smirk.

#poly!marauders x reader #mauraders x reader #reader insert #muggle!reader #no voldemort au

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daisyswift3 · 14 days ago

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🧩🍂🍁

Ok I could be completely wrong and seeing patterns that aren’t there (it wouldn’t be the first time) but I think Ed Sheeran and Sabrina Carpenter might come out tomorrow. I think they’re the next dominoes to cascade or FALL after Shawn Mendes. Let me explain

The 10th and 11th 🎃 messages -> Oct (10) and Nov (11) -> “the turn of the decade beFALLs the facade” -> “it was the end of a decade (the end of Oct or 10th month) but the start of an age” -> Change -> revolution/The Hunger Games ⚡️🏹😈🎯🔥 -> HALLOWEEN COSTUMES in the 11th 🎃 message -> Ed's gay little monkey meme costume and Elton John esque pfp (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road) and Sabrina's Tinkerbell costume 🧚 (Tinkerbell connects to the Peter Pan metaphor, growing up = coming out of the closet 🚪) (Sabrina is the one on the rollercoaster 🎢) -> Enchanted Forest and fairy wings 🧚 in 10th 🎃 message (OUT Of The Woods, “screaming color 🌈,” “somber woodland fairies”) -> “I hope your Halloween is enchanted” in 14th 🎃 message -> passing the torch/relay race/Paris Olympics/Nothing New, “she’ll know the way and then she’ll say she got the map from me” // “my bare hands paved their paths,” (x) -> Death with Dignity in Gracie’s playlists // Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars // funerals 🖤 // my tears ricochet eras tour performance and visuals // Billie’s Hit Me Hard and Soft album cover which is her free falling out of a closet door and drowning in the deep end (the deep end in Gracie’s Risk and Under/Over, Lizzy’s Pushing It Down and Praying, “softer, harder, in between”, Gregory’s Mistakes, Guilty as Sin?, “you’ve made your bed now lie in it”) -> Castles Crumbling (PLURAL bc multiple artists’ castles are crumbling in this mass coming out, there’s an intentional ‘s typo which connects it to the “i’s” in the 14th 🎃 message and to all the other intentional glitches/errors) -> Lizzy’s All Falls Down -> Jump Then Fall -> Birds of a Feather/The Albatross -> 2nd 🎃 message -> Gregory’s The Fall and Before the Sun (55 mile signs and Gaga’s Smile being changed to sMILE on Spotify) (x) -> All Too Well (Sad Girl Autumn Version) bc autumn is FALL 🍂🍁 -> “autumn leaves FALLING DOWN like PIECES INTO PLACE” 🧩 -> “and all the pieces fall right into place” -> “and just like clockwork the dominoes cascaded in a line” -> Gracie’s Cool, “I'm actin' bored, it's my right, after all the love that you bombed” -> “tick tick tick of love bombs” -> tick tick tick BOOM 🧨🌋🕰️ (TNT, the reticent volcano) -> going back to the Halloween costumes, Taylor was dressed as a squirrel and there was Project Acorn bc the mass coming out movement (The Story of Us/The Manuscript/the film) is “nuts” lol (x) -> Ed Sheeran’s insta having an acorn and 🍂 for his Autumn Variations album -> Run ft Ed Sheeran (the relay race metaphor) -> Red being a FALL 🍂🍁 album

I think this all ties into the election too hence all the red, white, and blue and 4th of July easter eggs lately 🇺🇸 (Gregory’s Before the Sun mentions the 4th of July). And I think that’s why Karlie (Miss Americana, KARma) wore the Kill Bill costume 👀 -> Better Than Revenge Spotify canvas and TSMWEL eras tour visuals -> shattering glass ceilings -> “The Mountain: ‘You can say I like girls or boys; So call it what you want, call it what you want’” in the anon message -> Coldplay’s iAAM (i Am A Mountain): “I got this feeling that the ceiling is for bursting through…I got this feeling I can summon up lightning…Everyone taking aim, Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain” -> “Dear reader when you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss” ⚡️🏹😈🎯🔥 -> The Archer/Katniss

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sitp-recs · 5 months ago

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LCDrarry 2024 - Sitp Recs

I finally started making my way through the Lights Camera Drarry Fest Collection! Sharing a few of my favorites in case anyone’s looking for new fics to indulge in the coming weeks. As always, I’ll try to update these as I go through the collection. Enjoy and don’t forget to give these some love!

🩸 first, she fell by luminae (M, 1.6k)

Harry's wife is dead. No one knows quite what that means.

🏕️ Caribou Garden by CreepingMyrtle (T, 2.6k)

Alone with his swotty, posh, nemesis-turned-colleague on an uninhabited island in the far north, cinematographer Harry Potter grapples with his inconvenient crush. A nature documentary-inspired fic with magical caribou migrations, dramatic landscapes, and only one tent.

🛗 If The Boxers Fit (A Cinderella Story) by lettersbyelise (E, 8k)

When Draco ends up shagging a hot, mysterious stranger in a broken Ministry lift and is left with nothing but a sexy pair of red boxers to remember them by, Draco’s friends go sleuthing.

🧩 drag the past out into the light by ChaosBitch (E, 20k)

There's a serial killer stalking magical London. The murders are gruesome, bizarre, and somehow connected to the Voldemort wars. Auror Harry Potter is paired up with an analyst from the Department of Mysteries to piece together the clues in the killer's unsettling game before they kill again. The good news? This analyst is the best one on offer. The bad news? It's Draco Malfoy.

☠️ Happiness Seems to Be Loneliness by newskyillusion (E, 30k)

Fucking Pansy was like fucking a fish. or: Drarry meets Saltburn. Cw: dead dove

🐉 Romancing the Dragon by jitmu (E, 34k)

Harry Potter writes romance novels from the comfort of his London townhouse with the assistance of his beloved cat, Juliet. He does not engage in rescue missions, talk to dragons, or develop feelings for Draco Malfoy. That would be absurd.

#drarry recs #lights camera drarry 2024

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accio-victuuri · 9 months ago

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there are a lot bits and pieces still going around and being discussed about the hengdian clownery. personally, the most interesting is the fact that where wyb is supposed to be is 15 minutes away to where xz is staying in hengdian — and the timeline we are now piecing together. 🧩

where wyb was supposed to be is not actually inside “hengdian world studios” but as good as. to those who are confused because what people are posting is that douyin has him located in “dongyang” last 2/18 and allegedly last 2/2. well, this information below may explain why:

XZ is staying at Radisson Hotel which is where WYB also stayed when he did LOF and Luoyang. XZ used it too when he was filming YGY and this filming time was when an AUX appliance ( endorsed by WYB ) was found sent to the hotel. So you can say that they are familiar with this place so if there is somewhere to meet then this is their best bet. I’m pretty sure this place is discreet and employees may be given NDAs by companies that have their talents staying there. In this case, a VIP client like Xiao Zhan will not be there and continue to do so without specific arrangements done for him.

there is also a comment from someone who is familiar with Hengdian, that this hotel is close to the expressway, like 3-5 mins away. so it is convenient if you need to move around. we don’t really know anything about WYB’s movie or whatever project he is doing, but seeing this, it’s most likely in Zhejiang. this makes sense cause when the news about the location was out, others tested it and wyb was no longer 7km away but 30km. meaning he has left the hotel and posted on douyin on his way back to work. this is a classic meeting up on their part when their locations are close.

2/2 - WYB’s douyin IP is turned off. This only means his IP will not be visible in his profile, but his location can still be tracked when he posts something ( allegedly ). So it could be because he went to HD or they have plans of meeting up so it’s best to be safe.

2/5 - XZ went to Hangzhou to film his performance for BRTV spring festival gala. XZS shared a behind the scenes of that and one thing cpfs noticed was a particular suitcase. the comment was hilarious actually cause the fan was asking why the suitcase was so old and beat up 😂😂😂

turns out, this looks really similar to a suitcase wyb used back in 2016. it makes sense that it’s beat up and covered in different things now. i know that wyb is not the only person who can have this suitcase but this is just how cpns go. 🤷🏻‍♀️

my clown mind also likes the idea of wyb being there. it’s not as notorious as hengdian world studios with all the paparazzi. the place xz shot this at is pretty lowkey, so wyb can blend in if he visits.

2/9 - GG posted a selfie which has it’s variety of cpn speculations on it’s own. however, looking at it with what we have now — this makes more sense now:

the second photo shared by xz is really a clue. the ybo art was also so focused on how the ornament was placed. maybe yibo was the one who placed that? and it’s why xz was so fixated. ☺️

and so they were both quiet for the duration of the holidays. xz breaking that with the 5th day for the god of wealth — which is a stock video. i don’t fault him for that tho, he is free to relax.

2/13 - WYB has added some love songs to his qq playlist and the subjects of it : “accompanying is the longest love confession” and being happy despite of a cloudy day? It could be he is missing XZ, especially that Valentines Day is the next day. Maybe he traveled to closer to XZ on 2/14. Take note that XZ is continuously working on the drama, he only had a few days completely off.

2/17 - XZS posted a series of photos that some of his solo fans said is different from what was shared last year. It can be they couldn’t do any new materials because XZ was busy with work + WYB is there. Who knows when they will be able to spend this time together again. I like the idea of their staff respecting their time alone together. They both deserve it 🤎

WHICH LEADS US TO 2/18 when the whole wyb in hengdian issue came up. ⭕️

This may be expanded once we get more clues but this is what we have so far.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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applesontheground · 2 months ago

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break what i borrow 🧩

hello, everyone.

this one got. long.

all i got to say is that anyone who's been here since *looks at calendar* june knew this was coming. and buckle the fuck up, because my favorite position to write him and the reader in is doing jigsaw goon work together.

just kidding, it's this one.

gif credit: x

NSFW | Word Count: 4,346 | Mark Hoffman x GN Apprentice!Reader contains canon typical/ment of canon character death, post-SAW VI & pre-SAW VII, that fucking facial scar, stalking/B&E themes, biting, light knifeplay, BDSM/gagging, brat taming, begging, that one position that rearranges guts, Jigsaw is used as a bedroom name so turn back now if that's too corny for you (bc it sure isn't for me) [Y/O] = Your Occupation

As all good things did, it had to end sooner or later.

The fact that when you said that you meant your apprenticeship under John Kramer would make most people snap to some disgusted attention. Fine, yes, you could admit the obvious: it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows what with… the opportunity.

Doing the dirty work, staying late fixing things in the wake of your mentor’s sickness, hauling bodies of individuals you were told to view as guilty until proven innocent – or as Kramer would call it, revived. You didn’t have good nights by any perspective that was rooted in a functioning world’s understanding while doing the bidding of a dying man with a new outlook on life – or rather, what to do with it now that his clock was reaching the end of its final wind.

That didn’t mean you didn’t find that sweet silver lining, seclusion in a dark warehouse with nothing but something to do with your hands and like minds, similar broken pieces there to slide together in the best fashion that you all could. You had felt the snug fit at times. Being John’s second trial that had pulled through to the other side, you had arrived with one already praying at the altar, Amanda Young, and then two more to come join in time, contributing to the cause for their own reasons.

Amanda was the one to propose you go into hiding well before this last trap that John was planning while he was alive, a family torn to shreds from the death of their son. Details were spared when he decided to dismiss you. John was growing weaker in his speech with each passing week you would visit, his movements deteriorating until he was bedridden, and more machines were placed into his body to keep some semblance of a consciousness. After those final words between them, you had to run and hide. You, Amanda, and John all agreed it was for the best, at least while the game was going; the other two would be filled in, you supposed in your inability to hesitate with little time between everything afoot.

When John told you to stay, you stayed. When he said to go, you went without a second look back. Jigsaw wasn’t ever going to be done with what you had started; you also knew this despite ignorance on the surface. You didn’t really keep a tab on what that meant as you found a new spot to take your roots.

There came a good crossroad. A relative offered their home to you, needing to travel for their high-end job and not wanting to hire someone to watch the property back in the states, take care of their animals out in the rural patch of land that they owned. You accepted, knowing they wouldn’t mention to anyone that they were asking family to do it. They didn’t need to know that there was a more intense investigation into the Jigsaw murders unfolding in the town miles over, and that if you didn’t take shelter in a place where the authorities wouldn’t think to search, you’d be named one of the notorious pig-faced accomplices.

It was better that questions weren’t asked all around. The setup wasn’t foolproof, but you figured it could be enough severance to keep authorities at bay. Then again, you sometimes mused as you would stare back towards the city, down the dirt road you had come in disheveled and teary-eyed, that it wasn’t airtight.

It was as sealed as you could make it and would take a real coverup to make sure you’d never be heard from again.

Another quiet evening was spent in the desolate living room, far too lavish for your one family member to have to themselves every night. You wondered how they lived in such a way, staring from the large bay window and nonchalantly to your shorts that were barely coming down to cover your thighs, just enough to be presentable enough should there be unwanted knocks on the door. A baggy shirt didn’t make it any better, swallowing everything above your abdomen if you didn’t roll it to sit on your waistband.

The closest neighbor wasn’t for a good few miles, so there was no reason to hide lest the pigs in the nearby field catch a glimpse. You were more fond of them over the horses and the few goats under your watch, and they seemed to like you in place of their owner just the same. There had been times you had ventured out here before unbeknownst to another living soul – including your relative – to bring the pigs a special delicacy. Courtesy of Jigsaw himself, who needed to get some “work” off his hands, and of course he knew the bonus to swine alongside their intelligent minds.

Your ears turned to the deafening weight of the silence, something empty and going down the two corridors that lead to the rest of the house. You had done some exploring, sure, but it would be exhausting to make the rounds every evening like you wanted. You kept all windows locked, curtains drawn everywhere except the four rooms you frequented, and all your possessions were kept in the closet in the guest room you found the most pleasant.

Somewhere deep in one of the suitcases you had hauled with you when leaving town was that mask, the heavy coat, and boots you would wear when you were "on the job". It'd be too incriminating to abandon those crucial pieces of the outfit back in the apartment you had left in the dead of night.

The last you heard, someone had gone and torched the place, expertly keeping it confined to the one unit with a lick of expertise in destroying evidence. A hand went up to your neck, uncomfortable to admit even in the safety of your head that you knew who had done it. It wasn’t Amanda, and it wasn’t Dr. Gordon.

A creak in the foundations from down one hallway, the one you weren’t inhabiting in your stay, made your mind snap back to the task at hand.

You tried to watch TV in the main room, but that bay window felt far too inviting to onlookers now that you were once again stuck in the throes of thinking about the life you were trying to singe your connection to, imagining voyeurs on the back of your shoulders, crawl up your spine until you had to draw the curtains. It was almost like clockwork to be walking to bed with a clouded conscience.

All those nights in windowless spaces made you far more adjusted to concealed areas, so when they were opened up? All of those bodies staring at you in frozen mercy for there was still no salvation after all this time. It was them, or the hypervigilance of keeping an eye on the neighbors, which you considered just as vindictive should they know anything past someone still living in this house, tending the livestock.

It was only when you stepped into your self-assigned bedroom, eyes darting in the unlit space to see more curtains that you also felt the compulsion to draw, that same feeling was growing, practically on top of you now. It wasn’t anyone of the sort you were suspecting; no ghastly victims coming back for you, no neighbors…and certainly not Jigsaw himself.

At least, not the Jigsaw you recognized.

The figure at the corner of the room had been stock still, but walking a little further in gave enough leverage for them to turn their head slightly, like they couldn’t help themselves. You locked eyes with it, the snout clear as day in the thick darkness, and there was a brief consideration that it was all a hallucination from a sick apprentice, another attempt to stay collected that was snuffed when it wasn’t going away with a double take.

“Guess I’m not hiding as well as I thought.” You breathed, eyes adjusting once more to the dark. It moved immediately, making you shoot to the left, barrel halfway over the bed but to no avail. The fast approaching silhouette was encompassing, following the leap with a yank of your ankle and mob after you, one knee on the bed and pinning you fast.

“Can I ask-“You hiccupped as the forearm braced your windpipe against the mattress, a pressure already answering your question – or rather chasing your suspicions, “Who? Amanda, or…?”

Again, it couldn’t be Lawrence, the agile movement being far too fluid. Despite calling out for her, the stick of the jacket-clad arm was far too powerful. Then again, the woman could throw entire brick houses of people through glass panes, easily getting your many bodies to the floor with a single running start. You refused to put it entirely past her, but before you got too skeptical the mask peeled away in a brash movement, hitting the floor as he leaned in close with an exposed face.

“Who the hell do you think?” A gruff voice asked.

You didn’t look into his eyes. [Y/e/c]s burnt into the fresh, crooked slice in his cheek trailing from one corner of his mouth instead, stitches twitching at both the close contact of your skin, your hair, the gentle breaths between you two of disbelief mixed with terror – but your gaze trained on it was what truly made it burn, and before you could ask another question he pushed you down harder into the bed by your neck; making your eyes squeeze shut in response. You finally turned to look the man in the eye, and he was shaking from a very similar, deep-cut rage. You merely waited, unable to speak for the time as he continued to chastise.

“By the way? This is a terrible place to run to. Found you with one look at your phone records.” His arm left your throat, going to your shirt and pulling with a bend of his elbow, not caring that it exposed your chest slightly, letting cool air sweep over you from sudden movement. You blinked, catching your breath as he straightened his posture. You croaked with a hand trailing to where he had barred you, “Work’s treating you well, I’m guessing?” Your hand brushed back, trailing over your cheek in a halfhearted gesture.

It was only met with a sneer from the unmaimed side of his face. He grabbed your shirt a second time, tugging harder as your stance wasnt fit for him. It was too abrasive, your chest hit his and chin slotted over one shoulder from whiplash. Still, you caught your balance, on your knees and hands gripping his shoulders to push off.

You almost didn’t believe those thoughts had materialized into one of John’s other apprentices chasing after you, one you had tried to burn any remnants of alongside your old life, believing the brief connection between the two of you had to end, too – and more importantly, that he’d know it. Even agree with it.

Amanda told you she was going to make sure both Dr. Gordon and him had known you had gone, alongside telling them to consider doing something similar. John wasn’t done with any of you, as you had reminded yourself with another pained glance to the side of his face; he just needed you to disperse so whatever he had planned in his death could come to a more complete fruition.

“You gonna kiss me, or just keep staring at it?” He asked. You turned your head one way, and he didn’t even get to put his hands on you again before your lips pressed carefully under his jawline, eyelashes brushing the fresh scar and making him mutter under his breath, taking the slightest pressure still with newfound pain. Glove’s leather ghosted over your head and back of your neck, trying to will itself to pull you off, but he was dissuaded as you moved away from the wound, closer to his neck for the time.

“Well, sorry, Hoff.” You murmured into his skin, “When I haven’t seen a face like yours in months, I like to take count of what’s new.” The hand found its purchase against your scalp, scratching gingerly before taking hold and wrenching you away from his neck. Looking you in the face, you fixed your eyes to his and gave a bewildered, half-open mouthed smile.

“I’d say the same to you.” He retorted, taking in your [y/h/c] hair, the new scratches on your arms from all the moving you’d done. You blinked, eyes on it one more time before murmuring with a straight face, even a pensive tone of voice, “If it means anything, I don’t think it takes away from how you look.”

“Sweet talker. How many have you used that on?”

You smiled again, and spat, “Please, I’m about as quick to fill the hole all of this shit left as I was to even think about taking over the fucking family business when John and Amanda told me to get out, or to date? What do you take me for?” You shook your head, “It seems you’ve done fine in the wake of John’s cancer, anyways.”

Part of you wanted to ask about them but feigned when his eye now gained that bothered, uncomfortable twitch at the knowledge. You swallowed, breathing deeply now that there were settled qualms. As quick as the silence came, he let go of your hair. You lost balance this time, falling back down on the bed and propping yourself to one side with an elbow.

He was straddling you without another word, and you felt a prod against your stomach that made you roll your neck, looking up at him as you complained in a gentle voice, “Oh, come on. What, you think we’re just gonna do this right now? That you can just walk in-“

“Walk in? I could’ve walked into your last day job-“ He pushed your shoulder closest to him, once again positioning you completely on your back. One leg hiked up from the bed in a reflex, and he finished the job in another abrasive pull with his hand, settling it over his hip, “Asked everyone there where that little [Y/O] of theirs ran off to, and since you can’t save face worth a rat’s ass they’d say right where you went. Believe me, I followed your tracks, and I’d find you all the same. You would’ve let me do it, too.”

“…But you still took time to burn my apartment down so that no one else could?” He stilled in his adjustments as you prodded, head rolling from one side to the other against the bed, “Did the investigative work just to be sure?” You then gasped in a mockery, laughing before he finally broke, leaning in with a cold glove trailing up your shin, settling on your knee to press your thigh against the outside of his leg, and to snuff your snark by lowering himself.

He couldn’t help groan against your tongue, another noise of a long-awaited need that you returned with keeping yourself from completely falling back just yet. Meeting in the middle, you were still propped on elbows as he adjusted on top of you, a hand on your cheek to steady both of you.

“I know,” You laughed as you broke away, watching him refuse to let up just yet and crane downwards again if you weren’t going to let him at your lips. Your voice grew airy as he was finding your neck, eyes closed as you gave him more leverage with a tip of your head to one side, “I should be flattered.”

He used his teeth at the sound of that, making your words still in place of a yelp. He released you after that warning, and paused to breathe shallowly against the shell of your ear. He spoke in that voice he knew made you squirm, pushing up against where you both needed it.

“I’ll show you how flattered you should be, [Y/N].”

You barely had another second to breathe before he ducked lower, tossing the shirt you wore up to your chest. Unnecessary, he seemed to concur as he found what he wanted underneath: your soft stomach clenching as his lips touched you again, the same awareness forged in working together that you liked the trail down just as much as what was coming. You shuddered against his lips, clenching your legs together with knees going into abdomen in a last-ditch effort to keep him from you, a game too fun not to play with the live wire.

He appreciated the challenge, hands sliding through slick sweat on your thighs and the gloves’ surface catching slightly which made you hum in a pathetic gesture. His hands found a good spot to hold, squeezing a bit before prying them apart. Trying to sound downright angry, he barked, “Don’t stop me,” before sinking down. His shoulders kept your legs pried, and the hands moved to frame your hips.

“Gentle, gent-“ You couldn’t even speak, ravaged as he brandished a blade – You couldn’t tell, pocket knife or something larger that you may see on one of you – it sliced the fabric with a ginger saw that brushed the skin of your crotch but didn’t break skin. It hadn’t even felt like it had left a scratch.

He tore through the cut down the inseam of your shorts, underwear going with it. You adjusted slightly, muttering under your breath about liking those clothes, but was quickly quelled with his gloved digits touching [the soft skin of your cock/the entrance of your cunt]. You strained against clenched teeth, head falling back slightly but quickly picked up so you could look at him again and spat, “Are you going to keep toying with me, or do you want to-“

“That fucking mouth.” Fed up, he suddenly pulled away, glaring at you and his hand now clawing at the tie tucked under his jacket, revealing his shirt and loosening it with his middle and ring finger as he started to pull it all off. You watched cautiously, knowing he was going to use that for something other than keeping the appearance up.

He yanked it from around his neck, then came inches away from your face, using it in a horizontal hold to pin your head back. You gave him a resistant glare as he easily fit the fabric past your teeth. Lingering cologne and sweat on it quelled you without so much as a shiver of your tongue against the gag.

“You gonna bite me, tough [guy/girl]?” He asked, giving a testing look over your face, down to your jaw as his hands lingered by your mouth, almost brushing the edges of your molars. You held the stare in consideration, but simply huffed against the fabric. He let go, and you caught the glimpse of satisfaction in his eyes before he pushed your shirt up again.

“Should’ve done that ten minutes ago.” He commented, and you tried to appear offended, but it was hard when the hand returned to your [cock/cunt], force tenfold and making you inhale audibly. It was a release your body, your restless thoughts had needed. It wasn't exactly an idea of yours to pound it out physically, but then again, the mediation you tried to do hadn't necessarily been working either.

He [released your growing member, watching it twitch from the loss of his hold/ took his fingers from your pussy after a few prods in and out], almost contemplating what to do next with finally pressing that button in you to get you to shut up. You merely responded with shallow breaths, avoiding eye contact and taking the breath to consider you really need to draw those curtains now.

The attention needed to be back on him, it seemed. You flinched at the sound of his zipper, and he warned, "To think I'd be able to wait any longer..." You furrowed your brow at that, but merely stayed still for him, something waiting at your entrance making you huff audibly, a noise of recognition it wasn't going to be a nice one.

He had been smart to gag you, the question of whether it was going to be something worth your frayed nerves, your lonely disposition, or a ‘blow your load then hit the road’ sort of deal was forced back. Still, he seemed a little pressed from your lost attention for another second, yourself not getting too excited now to consider it was just going to be the latter at the end of the night.

Still, it was a sign you were going to need some winning over in his mind. The leg around his hip was yanked up, and your hands went to brace the mattress underneath you as the backs of your shins now rested on his shoulders. One wide-eyed glance told him there wasn’t anything for you to do with a tied mouth.

He pushed in after a few strokes, holding your legs against his flanks to keep you still and to get a perfect view of what happened to your face: eyes crossed, then rolled back as you groaned at the pain. Tensity made you brace, clench around him as you tried to push against the pull, the leather-clad hands on your legs as he merely watched, his own sensations stalled in favor of what it did to you.

"Gee, I appreciate it, detective."

Still, he wasn't exactly known for his restraint. He pushed all the way in just to pull out slightly, and a few dry drags hurt to the point where you were squirming far too much.

"What a baby," He muttered, pulling out just to spit on his hand, but you muttered clear enough through the gag for him to catch it.

The rhythm he immediately formed when he slid back in. A grit of his teeth and a laugh in response from you was enough to finally throw the worries for the future to the floor along with your ripped shorts for the time, lolling your head slightly to spasm at the intrusion once more, loudly whining from behind the tie. It made you fixate on every detail in a frenzy, in and out of your head, in and out and in.

Even if it would end in the blink of an eye, the flash of a camera in your memory, you had to throw it out there. Begging behind the tie, all of your noise caught his hazed attention.

“Jesus Christ, don’t fucking stop. You feel so good, I missed you-“ You were nearly weeping, just saying anything you could think to in the heat of the moment, fitting together in a way you hadn’t in ages, and all that came with the assumption that you won’t get to again. Whatever was going on nearly took his face off, a story reminder it could all end at any day.

John had once mentioned how important it was to focus on the moment at hand, don’t try to guess what could come next. When you did that, just enjoying the throb within your walls and unable to push your legs together, squeezing his hips from where he was fit with no sign of leaving, you suddenly fell from grace.

“Ah, ah- I’m fuckin’ coming, I’m gonna-” Your speech garbled, constricted into a pathetic whine against the fabric, arching your back and barely noticing it had shaken his balance, pulled his steady roots as his hands went from the spot just above your ankles to your hips, grabbing like you were about to slip out from under him and suddenly showing no restraint, no mercy as he hammered into you and you continued shaking. “That’s what I fucking thought, that’s it, [Y/N].” He began to babble himself, “Not such a fucking comedian with Jigsaw’s cock tearing you apart, huh, baby?”

“Jigsaw…” The word barely came out from the gag, going limp as you now knew how to finish him, giving the same care and remembering to what turned him on so much. Clawing at the sheets underneath you and mindlessly whimpering, “Please, I can’t-”

You choked on your own mantras as he pulled the tie out, and your head swiveling back to stare upwards, you nearly mewled at the manic glower on his face: he wanted to hear what you had to say now, and you gave it with another shudder, the fucked out state making your throat dry but words still tumbling out, desperate and cracked with your voice.

“Jigsaw, fuck me.”

His panting stalled like a car, grip uncurling from where they had rubbed their leather-clad fingertips against the skin of your sides to a point of rawness. Sliding to your stomach, his noises were ragged, catching up with his breathing as he started spilling inside of you. Your ankles slid from his shoulders, framing him as he careened down again, still thrusting his cock in and out with each shot.

Your hands found his hair, trying not to pull on it as they traveled to the back of his neck, pulling his entire body into you instead. He slumped into you, cock slipping out as his mind pulled out, too; breathing against the nape of your neck and saying something about how you were still tight after all the time spent apart.

“Why would I fuck anyone else?” You asked, eyes closed as you tried to breathe under the weight of him, but still didn’t let go just yet. Another good thing was going to be gone when you did. There was a strong recognition, your brain reminding you just how much of a death sentence it all was.

You must’ve gotten a tighter hold on the man for a split second at the thought, because he was tucking his mouth in the crook of your neck, already only half awake, but coherent speech made you wonder just which one of you he meant when he said it.

“Not going anywhere.”

#mark hoffman x reader #jigsaw x reader #slasher x reader #notsfw #✏️#🧩#clarification: not fucking that facial scar but it's just there. on his face.#also- still playing with the hc that hoff would *spill* from being called jigsaw #lmk if that's good or one of the dumbest things i've written to date lmaooo

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