#and also confirming that when the credits were rolling and it listed that it was in fact a P-51 Mustang

[icemavslastbraincell]

So I was screening the new Channing Tatum movie, Fly Me to the Moon, last night (bc movie theater employee perks) and it's honestly not too bad of a film. And then I noticed that his character has a P-51 Mustang (and you know who else has a Mustang 👀) so of course my brain saw that and went "Icemav this" and now all I can think about is a 1969 Icemav AU where Ice is the landing director at NASA and is in charge of getting these three men on the moon and who is haunted by the loss of the three men in the first attempt at a moon landing and Mav is the sly, charming advertising genius that the government brings in to help respark the public's interest in the moon landing who's lied his entire life in order to try and run from his past. I'm not too sure who the other characters would be quite yet aside from Goose being Mav's assistant that he brings with him from New York and Slider being the assistant landing director who Ice is incredibly close to.

And yeah, I know that technically Mav is the one with the Mustang originally but I thought it would be cool for there to be a scene where Ice is showing him the plane and he's just absolutely losing his mind over it bc "How in the hell did you manage to get this?? Where did you get this from?? This is a beautiful plane 😍"

[cynarisgayass]

𓍊𓋼~All the Letters of the alphabet~𓋼𓍊

Type: Mini headcannons

Description: So obviously I'm not the first to make a dirty alphabet of headcannons, credit to whoever did make it first though cause I tried to find out but it was a never ending list, but anyways this is basically a whole bunch of smutty headcannons with each one being a letter of the alphabet. I changed a couple though to make it more my own. :p

Rating: Explicit

Reader: GN, afab

Warnings: Kinky, be prepared for anything

Includes: Tighnari!

Tighnari:

Aftercare:

His soft hands would never leave yours as he helped you and cared for you, making sure you were well taken care both in the bedroom and out of it. He'd take a bath with you if you were sore and let you hug his tail if you wanted to cuddle. Aftercare with him always confirms how much he loves you.

Body part:

His favourite body part of yours would have to be your hands, the way they feel wrapped around him or when you're playing with his ears, he loves it. He even adores when your nails scrape across his back during the fun~

Cum:

He cums alot~, neither of you are sure why but he can overfill you in one go and then some. It's messy, sticky milky white but it's also hot to be covered in so much of him. It tastes salty sweet and often runs down your chin whenever you use your mouth, no matter how hard you try to get it all...

Dirty secret:

He secretly likes when he fills you too full. Something about seeing his cum drip out of you and knowing that you're unable to hold anymore sends shivers down his spine.

Experience:

He didn't have lots of experience, mostly cause he was more focused on academics then romance but he quickly studied up on books and other forms of learning after the two of you started having sex. He wanted to know everything so he wouldn't be lacking and it paid off~

Favourite position:

Any of them really, but he specifically likes ones where he can look into your eyes. He enjoys seeing what different positions can affect you the most. The second your eyes roll back he knows he's found a good one.

Goofy:

He's not goofy in bed. He's not really goofy outside of it either, but sarcasm does find it's way into some of your more intimate moments...for example if you tell him not to stop over and over he'd probably respond with "Yeah like I'd stop" just pointing out the obvious.

Hands:

Just the same as he loves yours, you love his hands. He's very good with them, wether they are hitting all the right places inside...or outside~ They are always finding ways to make the experience better for you.

Intimacy:

He can be very intimate and romantic, but more often then not he's more of a beast in bed. Naughty things cloud his mind and though love is obviously always in play, it tends to fade more into the background as the two of you get louder and louder.

Jack off:

Masturbation was basically what got him through his academic years and it's still helping him out whenever he's away from you. If he's gone away for a lecture, you can bet he's taking dirty thoughts of you with him to use when he's alone. You're on his mind more often then you'd think too..

Kink:

Alot of people would assume breeding kink, which yes can be true but it's mainly a cum kink for him. He just likes it when you're filled with his cum, or covered in it if, or swallowing it. Anything where you have him all over you, its such a turn on for him.

Location:

He's usually pretty nervous doing things outside of a bedroom, but ever so often things might make it outside and I mean in nature outside. He has animal instincts and he likes the fresh air, pair that with your scent and the slight risk of getting caught and he's in heaven.

Mouth:

He's more then happy to use his mouth on you. His tongue is a bit rougher then average and it feels so good on you that you tend to get pretty loud whenever he goes down on you. It makes his ears twitch in delight as he laps up your essence.

No:

He's usually pretty open to learning ways to please you, but the one thing he will not do is...hurt you. He can't bring himself to actually injure you. Maybe a spank or a bite but that's it. He's trained in the medical field and he's seen abuse firsthand. He never wants you to feel that way.

One or more:

He usually prefers to keep things between the two of you, but if both of you agree to add a extra someone to the party, he can get behind that... literally~ As long as you know at the end of the day that you're his lover and no one else's.

Pace:

He is usually pretty fast. Not that he doesn't want things to last, he just reaches his breaking point quickly, but that doesn't mean things end then. He's almost always up for another round and if he's not then you can guarantee he'll find other ways to please you till he is.

Quickies:

They are okay in his opinion. He's fast so it works, but he really enjoys when he has lots of time with you to do whatever you both are craving. Not to mention, quickies often leave him having to hurry and dress you back up and he longs to see his work instead...

Rough:

He can get pretty rough when he's really hungry for you. Hair pulling is on the table, along with biting and holding you down as he fucks fast and hard. He knows you can handle it~

Stamina:

He pretty much stays at three rounds, but if things are really hot and heavy and he just needs more of you, he will find a way to go more.

Toys:

Over his course of learning how to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, he gathered quiet a few toys to use on you. Sure he has some for him, but you're his true interest. He especially loves one that's shaped like a mushroom, it vibrates and has such a nice array of settings for him to play with.

Unfair:

He teases you with his sarcasm and finds it hot when you do the same back, he's quick witted and sometimes you find it difficult to compete with him, but that's all just entertainment that dissipates when things start going~

Volume:

He's so quiet normally, but when the two of you are at it he loses that entirely. Gasps and groans are always escaping him, and when you're using your mouth he gets even louder. Yelps and grunts that have you grasping for more.

Wildcard:

He wouldn't be opposed to traveling in the desert with you if it meant he could see you in one of the desert outfits. Sweaty and lots of skin showing...a guy can dream~

X-ray:

Whats in his pants...a 8 inch. A little longer then average but rather skinny, with a pretty pink tip. He has bigger balls that tend to slap against the inside of your legs or against your booty for extra sound affect.

Yearning:

His sex drive is high. He needs you, all the time. Filled, bent over, on your knees, all of it. Whenever the two of you have the opportunity, he's in the mood.

Zzz:

He's already tired from working and he puts in alot of effort so he falls asleep pretty fast afterwards, but not without cuddling up to you and wrapping his tail around you first.

Phew this was long. Next post is gonna be a part two to scream or be silent!

[leakyweep]

Same Time Next Week? Reigen Arataka x Fem!Reader

A/N: yeah this was self indulgent sorry but i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did! i’ll be starting a tag list soon, so let me know if you wanna be part of that! also, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE B-B-BLOCKED :)

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, office sex, cunnilingus, fingering, sucking dick and cock like no big deal, quickie? sorta? serizawa totally knows lmao

Word count: 1.2K

As you walked in the door to the quaint office of Spirits and Such, you couldn’t help but give the blonde man behind the main desk a knowing look. He matched your gaze as he stood up, smiling warmly.

“Ah, welcome in!” his voice was as it always was, loud and arrogant. Serizawa didn’t so much as look up from his schoolwork as you sauntered up to the man’s desk, winking slightly. He confirmed your “name and appointment time” before leading you back to his consultation room.     

As soon as you two walked in and closed the door, your lips were crashing against each other quickly and sloppily, two sets of hands desperately reaching for shirts and belts. His lips were hurried, but soft as he kissed you, his hands pulling your button-up off and your own fingers unbuckling his belt.

Reigen was your... friend with benefits, you supposed. It had started when you two met a bar, and hasn’t stopped since. He had to keep you under the guise of customer, so he did all the theatrics as to not tip off his dark-haired coworker. Although you two did your best to be quiet, Serizawa was more observant than you both gave him credit for. 

As the kiss escalated and clothes were forgotten, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his desk, eyes rolled to the back of your head as the blonde slowly kissed down your abdomen to the place you wanted- needed him most. 

“Arataka,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. The tone was dripping in lust, as soft as velvet. “fuck.”

He smiled against your hot skin as he finally made it between your legs, kneeling onto the floor to be level with your dripping cunt. It was throbbing, and you needed some kind of friction as he ran his hands up and down your thighs. “Ah.. you missed your appointment last week. Where were you?” His voice was teasing as he looked up to your gaze. He almost sounded jealous. He ran a finger softly down your slick, a barely there touch. A soft gasp escaped your lips.

“Maybe I found another blonde business man to fuck me while he’s at work,” you joked, a smirk playing across your lips. His brows furrowed, a devilish smirk of his own on his face. 

“But can he do this like I can?” He asked confidently, his tongue finally making contact with your clit. He rolled it around his tongue, teasing you before attaching his lips around your slit. his velvety muscle traveling up and down your wet. You moaned softly, his name escaping your lips as his tongue finally inserted into your entrance. 

“No, fuck- no one can,” you praised, fingers tangling into his blonde hair. You felt his cocky smile against your slit, rolling your eyes playfully as he continued his assault on your pussy. His pace quickened, his tongue being replaced with his fingers as they prodded at your entrance. He inserted two fingers, soft squelches from your sex filling the room. It turned both of you on more than you thought. 

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, babygirl.” His voice was strained as his fingers quickened, bumping your g-spot with each thrust. It had you gasping and clutching the man’s blonde hair as you could feel the spring in your core coil tightly. The sound of his slurps and grunts through your cunt pushed you further, being totally overthrown by your pleasure and lust.

“Rei, ‘m gonna-” your tone was soft as you were cut off by your own moan, clamping your hand over your mouth to stifle the sound of Reigen’s name being sung from your lips. Your toes curled as you bit your lip and groaned gently. He bit his lip, watching pleasure wash over your face as he rode you through your climax. 

You quickly clamored from his desk, kneeling in front of it as he stood. His dick stood at attention, precum beaded at the top. You licked your lips, taking the base of his cock in your hand and connecting your mouth to the swollen tip, sucking the precum from his slit. He moaned, one of his hands reaching down to hold the back of your head as you found a rhythm to suck him off to. 

The sounds of his cock choking you and his groaning and grunting filled the room. He quickly pulled out from your mouth, grabbing your hand to desperately pull you up from the ground. He hastily pushed your hips against his desk, your torso laying on the desk with your ass in the air. He gave it a quick smack before prodding your entrance with his cock. You craned your neck to look back at him with half-lidded eyes.

“You missed this pussy, didn’t you?” you teased, biting your lip. “Who else’s pussy is this good for, Rei?” you pushed your hips back, brushing his tip against your entrance before it slid down your wet. Your hips jerked back as you felt him run the tip from your clit to your entrance, grunting as he pushed in all the way to the hilt. 

His hand found your hair as he gave you a second to bottom out, his length filling your pussy and stretching it deliciously. “You have such a perfect pussy, I can’t deny,” he chuckled, a lust-filled sparkle in his eyes. You moaned softly, feeling his hips press you against the desk. He pulled out slowly, snapping his hips back to fill you up quickly, and hard. You moaned, gripping the edges of his desk. 

His pace quickened as he rocked his hips back slowly and then snapping them forward in a sudden motion, his length pulling and pushing against your sensitive walls. Soft, wet smacks surrounded the two as things started to heat up, sweat beading on Reigen’s brow as his pace was fast and merciless. You could tell he had missed you last week by the way he desperately shoved his cock as far into you as possible. His hands pulled your hair, bringing you up to arch your back into an almost U shape. 

“Fuck,” He breathed through grunts of your name, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his climax. You encouraged him by throwing your hips back to meet his in the rhythm he had going. A strangled moan left his mouth as he buried his dick as deep as it would go into your pussy, coating your walls in his warm fluid. 

You came simultaneously, soft praises of his name leaving your lips for the second time that day. Your walls fluttered around his already spent cock, milking him for everything he had. He kept his cock there for a moment before pulling out slowly, his cum dripping from your pussy down your legs. 

After getting cleaned up and making sure each of you looked put together, you walked out of his office, feigning an innocent smile. 

“So, (y/n), same time next week?” He asked, his voice now filled with that arrogance and professionalism before. They put on a good guise, smiling and waving goodbye to each other as you left the office. 

However, Reigen couldn’t miss that gleam in Seri’s eyes as he walked past. 

[midwestmade29]

Protective 🩵

To Anyonymous: Thanks for sending in your request! I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥰 Word count: 957 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @cowboyshit Original Anonymous Request: can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story where both are dating and she's also an Wrestler in AEW, but their relationship is secret due to their age gap, while reader is on the way from her locker room to the ring an production dude came pretty close to her and made some offensive comments because of her revealing gear which makes her uncomfortable and he witnesses it and he runs to her to guard her and make sure she's save and says something like "leave my girlfriend alone you perv" and when everyone is looking at them after he said that Reader confirms they are dating and she kisses Christian. Reader's best friend Anna Jay comes up and said "you could tell me he's an good catch, i'm happy for you" Disclaimers: Harassment. When Christian rushes to your aid, the both of you accidentally oust your relationship...

You had just gotten changed into your new ring gear when there was a knock on the locker room door.

“Come in,” you called out.

Christian poked his head into the room, making eye contact with you and smiling. “Are you alone?” he asked softly.

You nodded your head, and he closed the door behind him before making his way over to you. He grabbed your hand and spun you around slowly, admiring his girl and her new gear.

“You look incredible baby! I’m glad you went with your original design, it suits you,” he complimented sweetly. “I’m a lucky guy,” “You’re sure it’s not too much? It’s a lot more revealing than I thought it would be,” you asked sheepishly.

Your self-consciousness suddenly kicked in, but Christian put your mind at ease when he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you.

His lips were next to your ear as he whispered, “It’s perfect, Y/N. You’re perfect. All that matters is if you like it and are comfortable wearing it. Anyone else’s opinion is irrelevant,”

A smile covered your face as you nuzzled in closer to him, reveling in the way he was holding you in his strong arms. A knock at the door interrupted your sweet moment, bringing your attention to the clock on the wall.

“Shoot, I’ve gotta go baby. Thanks for stopping by, seeing you was just what I needed,” your words sincere and full of appreciation.

“Of course! I’ll be backstage watching on a monitor, cheering you on the entire time. Knock em’ dead baby,”

With a final kiss, you exited the locker room, Christian lingering there for a while longer to keep his presence unknown to anyone nearby. So far during the course of your relationship, the two of you had been successful at keeping it hush hush. Your age gap didn’t bother either of you, but you didn’t want the rest of the world judging it or sticking their noses where they don’t belong. It was yours and Christian’s little secret, making your relationship feel that much more intimate.

Your least favorite production team member was waiting for you on the other side of the door. Most of the time you were able to avoid them, but it looks like tonight luck wasn’t on your side.

“Why are you here? I didn’t see your name on the list earlier,” your words laced with annoyance.

“Not happy to see me princess? I sure am glad to see you! New ring gear tonight?” he replied, making your skin crawl.

After rolling your eyes, you ignored his questions started to walk away.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Although seeing you walk away in those skimpy little shorts of yours is making me forget all about your attitude,” You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head around in the creep’s direction, trying to fight off the intense anger you were feeling.

“Excuse me?!” you shouted. The eyebrows of a few people passing by you were raised, but they kept on walking. “You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes when he moved in closer to you, making sure to block you when you tried to move away.

“Hey, no need for this hostility sweetheart. I’m just admiring the goods. And boy do they look good! You should make all your gear this low cut and skimpy,”

Just as you were about to respond, the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching caught your attention! Christian came into view and shoved the production team member out of the way.

“Leave my girlfriend alone you pervert!” His protectiveness over you shined through as he turned to face you and asked if you were okay.

Christian rubbed your arms soothingly, only breaking eye contact with you for a moment to address the creep once more, “If I ever hear you talk to Y/N like that again, I’ll break your jaw so you won’t be able to!” Much to your dismay, a crowd of people had gathered due to all the commotion, their eyes large with confusion and intrigue. After the production member ran off, Christian embraced you tightly, holding your head against his toned chest. Your mind was still reeling from the events that just played out, but you were thinking 100% clearly when you pulled away from him and placed a hand on each one of his cheeks.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips before crashing yours against them. The kiss was filled with so many emotions that it left you breathless when it eventually ended.

Someone standing behind Christian cleared their throat, so he moved to the side so the both of you could see who it was. Your best friend Anna was revealed, her face unreadable as she stood with her arms crossed.

“Um, could you give us a minute, baby?” you asked Christian, feeling bashful all of a sudden. He kissed your forehead before taking a few steps down the hallway, still keeping his eyes on you. “You know, best friends usually tell each other things,” Anna said flatly.

You shifted on your feet, nervousness bubbling to the surface while you tried to think of something to say.

“You could’ve told me, Y/N. Christian is a good catch! I’m happy for you,”

Relief washed over you when she pulled you into a hug, all tension leaving your body.

“He really is, isn’t he?” you smiled. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, we were just enjoying it being our little secret for now. I guess that cat’s outta the bag now though,” With your arms intertwined, you and Anna walked over to Christian, and the three of made your way backstage for your match.

[kyoongboxi]

One Summer Night —

[Baekhyun AU]

Summary; Even though bugs freely roaming around in summer and add another reasons to the list of why you should hate summer, but for now especially this year's summer, you are grateful because you managed to repaint and fixed the broken memories with the person you never thought you'd meet again.

Pairing; Baekhyun x Reader

Genre; fluff, romance

——

It is time of the night again. You were back into your small town in the middle of college break which happened at the same time with the summer break. You are always spending your summer by part-timing at different places. Car wash, ice cream booth, diner, barista, and now drive thru cinema. You are the one who's in charge on the entrance gate checking their ticket before allowing them to get in. But today, the manager decided to split up one role for each person because there was someone new also applying for a part time.

So starting from tonight, you are only going to be the one who's in charge of staying until the last film rolls up. Ten more minutes and the film finally ended as the clock struck at two in the morning. You have your palm supporting your head against your cheek, lazily watching the film on the big screen that you have watched countless times inside the ticketing booth near the entrance.

The next ten minutes seems like it passed in a blink because you didn't realize you overslept. Thanks to the sound of the car engine that passed against the booth you were in caused you to wake up. You looked up, feeling excited because you will soon finally go home and reunite with your bed as you saw the big screen already showed a credit scene rolled up.

You stood up, stretching your body a bit before stepping out from the booth. Randomly greeting the car that passed away with a thankyou and a small wave. Your duty seems like nothing serious at all but here is the real job would start. You were not only randomly greeting them goodbye but you also have to count and to make sure how many cars that get in and get out. You sighed when you count the last car passed on the 14th when there were supposedly 15 cars inside.

You throw your head to the side, notice there was the 15th supposed car still parked inside, alone. It was an old small car, probably an old Corolla series. But still—

"Hey— go check on them, yeah?" It was one of your friends, your senior to be exact. So you can even dare to say no. This is the part where you hate this job. The film on the big screen has finally rolled up, showing only a pitch black screen without any text or pictures but thankfully, the big ass lamps still provide the lights illuminated.

It was probably a week ago, when the 11th supposed car still parked inside even when the film already ended. You thought nothing serious will wait for you there, because you thought the people inside the car might be overslept because lots done that but it's not. When you walked closely, you didn't realize that the car was making too much movement in an off engine. Until you knocked on the window and realized that there was a woman half naked while bouncing up and down passionately against the man's lap with half closed eyes.

And tonight, your steps were a bit hesitant as you closely pay attention if the car was moving or not. When you can confirm that the car is not moving, you jog a bit towards it. Softly knocking on the window and taking a peek at it. Good for you because there was only one person inside. A man seems like overslept with his arm lifted into the back of his head as a pillow. You tried to knock again, this time its a bit harder until you noticed a sight of him waking up.

Then you took a step backwards. Waiting for him to open the window. You noticed the man has a white hair with some blue streaks decorated against it. "Sir, the movie has already ended and you may leave—"

"Baekhyun? What the hell?"

The moment you realized it was him, you froze. The names you haven't heard since very long ago slipped out of your mouth easily. You never thought you'd meet him again here. Seeing his face that hasn't changed much takes you back to your childhood where you both being close as if you were his siblings but you were not. You even repeatedly showering together after playing dirt in your backyard.

He was that boy living next to your door when you were young. You cherish him so much as a little kid. He was funny, cute and caring. You are already like his twin because if he gets sick, you get sick and it goes the other way around. But sadly, the friendship only lasted until both of you went to high school. His parents went through a divorce and he had to follow his mother moving away.

Both of his parents moved out on their own. The house next to yours suddenly becomes really quiet. You can no longer hear Baekhyun walking up to your door with his dog barking as they walk to your porch, you can no longer hear his hearty laugh from afar if you joke around about him helping his dad out cutting the grass, you can no longer see his handsome-cute face again that currently hits by puberty.

And you remember that day pretty clearly, you really do. The last day he was in town. Everything feels gloomy. His cheeky smile disappeared as he put his stuff into the pickup truck that parked in front of his home. You couldn't resist so you walked up to him. Bringing him into your warm embrace several seconds before you pulled back. He grasped your palm tightly, eyes glistening with tears as it gazed into yours. He'd promised you that he will soon make a call when he's arriving on the new town and you believe him.

But one day passed, several months passed, several years passed until you graduated from high school, you still haven't received any phone call from the boy you always wait for. Starting from there, you decided to throw his friendship's promise away from your reach, ready to start a new life once you get in to college. And now he's finally here, showed up all of sudden when you are about to graduate from college.

"Mia? Is that you?" He leaned forward, eyes narrowed as he took in your current appearance. You noticed he also rubbed his eyes using his fingers to get a better view.

"Sorry— we're about to close. You can leave now. Thank you for visiting Palm Springs drive thru cinema. Have a good night" With that, you turned around. Didn't want to start another conversation but you can hear he was calling your name, the sound of his car door being slammed right after follows as he catches up behind your back.

"Mia— hey! Wait—" He left you no choice as he walked closer so you stopped walking. Turned around to face him. You can now see his appearance clearly. He was wearing a floral shirt paired with a t-shirt underneath and a light blue jeans. Crazy how puberty can hit a man turned from a stick into this. His now broad shoulder is the first thing you noticed.

"Yes? Anything you need sir?" You finally answered.

"No—"

"Okay" You nodded agreeing. Already taking another step as you turned your back against him again but for the second time, the words came out from his mouth cast a spell against your body to stop your movement, once again.

"Can I take you for a drink? Please? But only if you want to. I won't force"

And that's how you ended up sitting in his car on the passenger seat. Back then on childhood days, you used to sit with him together on the passenger seat as your dad drove you both to school. You smiled at the memory. It was the time when you don't have to think about adulting, about getting older.

Baekhyun drove the car along the road that leads to the beach without any other conversation happening along the fifteen minute rides. Only the song played on the radio becomes the one who filled the car's atmosphere. You missed him, you really do. But you feel like you don't have to express it because the man himself seems like doesn't feel sorry for leaving you hanging.

Once you got out of the car, your eyes saw several people still partying even though it was already very late. Some were singing with their guitar circling the bonfire, some were just chilling on the sand with their bottles, some playing near the waves with their drunken ass. You follow Baekhyun's step into the booth. It was decorated with sparkling yellow hanging lightbulbs and other garden lights decorated on the ground.

Without asking, Baekhyun suddenly offers you a bottle of an alcoholic beverage as both of you arrive in front of the booth. Instead of sitting on the bar or even on the bench, the man dragged you back into the sand close to the waves. Walking side by side listening to the rolling waves and a faint noise of people laughing.

"You look good with mid hair length" The man with two toned hair suddenly burst out whatever is in his mouth to start a conversation after he took a gulp from his bottle.

Your lips drew softly into a smile but you keep your gaze down. Staring at the soft waves that greet your bare feet repeatedly every ten seconds. "Thanks" You could feel the awkwardness was thick like a wall separates you with him in the middle even though you were walking side by side with him.

"You're welcome" He shrugged. "Actually— I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to disappear just like that—"

"Baekhyun" His sentence was stopped when the woman, you, called his name softly. You sighed, finally giving up and push your own ego aside as you stopped walking and turned your gaze against him. He is now currently looking at you but you couldn't really get focused because the soft wind has blown his hair a little, as if forcing his hair to reveal more of his forehead.

"Let the past stay in the past. I understand it must be hard for you—" This is the version of you that he always missed. Your soft spoken tone right after you called his name, Baekhyun.

"Everything was fine at the beginning, I found a real friend in high school so— I admit that I forgot I actually have a childhood friend that might be waiting for my call to hear how I am doing— but everything went down when I got into college" You nodded, listening to him carefully. Every word that comes out from his mouth greeted by the waves that sweep off his feet and you as if telling him to take it easy.

"I found my mother was sick and she has been hiding it from me since we moved in. I barely survived because our life was scattered. She was hospitalized ever since. I worked my ass off in the middle of college life. I made it, I can earn some money. I was happy, I was so proud of myself but it did not last for long because on the next day, I found my mother dead"

"I was a mess. I was becoming an alcohol freak until I got hospitalized more than once because of that" He chuckled. "I barely survived from the 2nd time.. So I tried to find somebody. Thinking this somebody could help me out from this mess but she just wants my dick and my money" Baekhyun is the first one who broke his gaze towards you as he took another gulp from his bottle. Eyes drifted into the pitch black ocean which is always offering a silent comfort.

"Your name suddenly crossed my mind when she left me wasted that night. But thank God I can hold myself from not calling you because I will never ever forgive myself if I did that—" The man let out a sigh, blinking several times before his glistening eyes drifted towards you again. He smiled.

And you, you suddenly feel like you were in the middle of several people circling you, everyone throwing spits from their mouth saying you're the most selfish person in the world because all you think about him is just doesn't care about you anymore because he found someone new. Because he found a lover that could love him all the time more like what you can offer as a friend.

"I— I don't know what to say. I'm— I'm sorry all of that happened to you" Hell, even it left you too stunned to speak.

"I missed you, Mia" Without even thinking twice, you decided to throw yourself against him, bring him into a super tight embrace as you rest your head against his shoulder.

"I missed you too. I missed you too, Baekhyun. So much" You murmured softly, eyes tightly shut when the man wrapped his arms around your body. Stroking your back up and down in a slow movement.

Both of you stayed in the position for a while until you were the first one who pulled away. Feet still carries you and him to walk even further away from the booth and the crowd. "Want another bottle to drink? I'll call them to deliver here"

He asked if you wanted another bottle but you simply shook your head. You can't drink more than one bottle because your alcohol tolerance is low so you continue to walk with him instead, still enjoying the ocean in the night sky. He told you about his college life including that one woman and you told him about your college life as well. This man still doesn't change at all from the way he spoke, from the way his eyes lit up when he found something interesting bout your stories because when he broke into a hearty laugh, you suddenly feel a tug inside your heart.

He was laughing, and so do you. Hitting his arm while pushing his body backwards because you can't stand his joke. And Baekhyun was the first one who raised a flag of war. You didn't notice he was crouching down and the next thing you know, he attacked you with a splash of salt water. You immediately throw your head to the side, hands trying to block his attack as you laugh along with him. Now you were half running because he won't stop attacking in a joking manner.

A scream with a muffled laugh was heard when he caught you from behind. He lifts your body to face him and he splashes the water right into your face. Feeling satisfied enough, Baekhyun finally stopped his attack. Grinning widely but it doesn't last longer because his grin was replaced with worries as he noticed your laugh has died down. You look down. Rubbing both of your eyes carefully because his last attack goes right into your eyes and damn salt water is really that stung.

"Oh my God— Are you okay? I'm sorry—" Baekhyun approaches you. He took your hand and told you to look up to him. You blinked several times, hoping it would help you a little as your tears flow down from the corner of your eyes.

The way his eyes were flashed with worries when he focused on yours, caused you to choke against your own laugh. "I'm okay. It's getting better—"

"Are you sure? I can call them to bring us some clean water"

"No, no. I'm fine. I swear. See?" You leaned forward, widened your eyes purposely as you starred at him. He shook his head, immediately bringing his face closer to get a better view. Pulling his shirt to wipe the mess on your eyes softly. Now that he is too close to your liking, you pull your head back and drift your gaze down into your feet. "Sorry" You murmured softly.

When you were young, he repeatedly did this to check on you but you feel nothing. It was nothing more than a friendly gesture but now as you're getting older, you never thought you'd catch some feelings when this man did something to you. You were lost in your own mind but Baekhyun suddenly pulled you closer as you still have your arms wrapped around his fingers.

He lifts your chin up to him softly. The way his fingertip made contact with your skin, it caused your heart to pump the blood faster until you can feel it rushing all over your body. His gaze traced over your features before his hands moved to your cheeks, tucking a hair behind your ear to stroke your skin with both of his thumb. Wiping the tears off.

Damn, his thumbs left your cheeks burned hot. Not to mention the alcohol that started to kick in against your system as well. The way his eyes becomes slightly droopy and it drifted into yours, staring deeply into your hesitate one. It was filled with emotions a friend shouldn't have. But he knows pretty clearly the moment when you get shy, so he chuckled. And it leaves your belly to churn even more.

Exactly an hour ago, the awkwardness was thick but he managed to turn it into a high tension because his spells always worked. You gripped his hands. Trying to control the sudden burst of emotion but his gesture just made it even worse. You noticed he was stealing a glance into your half parted lips. Baekhyun brought his face closer until you could feel his soft breath, warm exhalation against your skin before he leaned in, claiming your lips as both of you finally managed to break the tension and turned it into a beautiful fireworks flames.

You smiled into the kiss, eyes immediately closed as you circling your arms around his neck lovingly. Enjoying the kiss with an eyes closed. He got one hand against your waist and held your jaw on the other one. His thumb grazed the skin with barely any pressure that caused you to flush your body more against him.

It was a slow kiss. No desperation was felt even though Baekhyun managed to see you again only this time after long ago. The waves that softly sweep off his feet and you, acting like its a perfect paid actor as you can feel him pouring down his longing into the kiss. He started it and he was also the one who pulled away.

His breath was getting warmer when it caressed your face. You could tell he was still trying to control his sudden burst of unknown emotion inside his heart when he pressed his nose together against yours. He chuckled, lips brushing ever so lightly against yours when he speak.

"Friends don't kiss each other.. And we just met again after a long time. Don't you hate me?" He breathed out.

"I hate you very much" Your hands went lower, tracing his neck and went to his chest to hit him lightly. Earning a laugh from the man as you leaned your head against his shoulder. You have your arms wrapped around his waist and him doing the same.

"I'm surprised you still have our matching necklace" He was hiding it under the shirt but you're always noticing every small detail about him. You smiled at the memories. It was nothing more than a cheap necklace but its not about the price, its about the symbolic of bounds and the history that follows.

Baekhyun didn't answer. Instead he strokes your hair multiple times and gives you kisses in the top of your head. You feel warm at the feeling. This man knows how to make your heart beat faster. This man knows how to treat a woman, this man knows how to treat you. Several years missing caused you to think he was long forgotten. Already starting a new life with people he loves.

It was the time when you realize you can't hold people and forced them to act like that for the sake of your ego. It was the time you realize that people will come and go no matter what is the reason because it is supposed to be like that.

But today, the man— the boy from your childhood comes back with all the memories you used to cherish. One summer night that changed everything, one summer night that once again grazed a beautiful memory on an empty canvas. Baekhyun, your Baekhyun that finally comes back to you. And you don't intend to let go of his hold again either.

Kyoongboxi's works🐾

[jocelynwus]

every noah marshall fanfic

under the cut are all the noah marshall fanfics i could find. all respective authors are credited—and massive thanks for their works <3 (and if you'd like me to take it off this list pls lmk!) ps — lmk if i missed some and feel free to tag me in any new fics !

key [editor’s note]  ★ personal fav (BUT THEY ARE ALL GOOD NOAH STANS ARE FR TALENTED) 

a promise by @heartofarcanum

It was no one’s fault really. It was this thing that lived in the woods. This force, this power, corrupting souls left and right. It had ruined lives for centuries, but Jamie wasn’t about to let it ruin Noah’s any further.

★ a seed planted by @galpalaven

In that little bit of time before everything came crashing down, they did make a memory or two. Or, alcohol and high school bullies can make for a nice night, once in a blue moon.

after everything by pinkiegladysgutzman

Noah gives an update on how Connor's doing. Takes place after It Lives Beneath. For everyone who chose Connor because Noah wasn't an option.

as orpheus to eurydice by galpalaven

A story fit for the temples of Ancient Greece and the campfires on the battlefields of Rome, Noah Marshall does the impossible for the only person he's ever truly loved. Noah brings his best friend back from the dead, and lives to tell the tale.

★ brown eyes and cheap whiskey by anonymous :( 

Devon still hates whiskey, and always will. It’s just that.. it’s taste is sweeter, somehow, after it’s passed through Noah’s lips.

★ despair by linkysmommy

Noah experiences the emotional aftermath of MC sacrificing herself to save him and Jane.

everything i couldn’t see before by @hold-me-tight-big-boat

This started as a little drabble based on the soulmate au that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate then quickly turned into something I could imagine as possibly the introduction for It Lives Book Three. I took the idea that it’d take place in the mountains and kinda ran with it. Seeing as it’s possible for both MCs from book one and two to be dead, there’s also a new MC. 

★ green light by @stayfallentasticc

Noah sees a familiar face in art class; a face he knows all so well. 

head over heels for you by @stunningstans

Takes place during the development of Noah and MC’s relationship. Basically, it’s just fluff.

★ i bet you look good on the dancefloor by @cryinginthebackseat

She rolled her eyes. “You heard me the first time, Marshall. Pretty please? Come on, consider this as our way to celebrate Redfield’s defeat!” Jesus, since when did he celebrate something in general? And now to dance? Amongst the crowd and with her no less? Noah’s head said hard no, he already had a myriad of thoughts in his mind right now, he couldn’t afford getting distracted and when there were feelings in the way, he feared if he couldn’t trust himself to keep his emotion in check. Yet his heart said otherwise. This was Zoey, Noah could never deny her. He would never deny her anything, especially when this could be their last moment on good terms together.

if only by stayfallentasticc

(Written in Noah’s Perspective) Noah finds himself falling for his best friend, but finds himself in denial. How will he react when he confirms MC is dating someone else? 

it lives again by a_sprinkle_of_glitter

last year, dollie sacrificed herself for noah and jane marshall in the hopes of putting an end to the terror in westchester. after a year of nightmares and running from his mistakes, noah has come home. haunted by the memory of his sister and the girl he betrayed (or maybe they're actually haunting him. he doesn't know anymore), he's determined to set things right. he wants to find a way to bring her back, but he'll settle for releasing her from whatever power holds her and giving her rest.

ilitw fic by @it-lives-in-westchester

This is how I personally think MC and Redfield!Noah first meeting went.

★ it lives in the woods by machinehead

[retelling with noah as love interest] 

★ it lives in the woods by @lovelahela

[retelling with noah as presumed li]

it lives everywhere (a collection of it lives au fics) by nitelunne

it lives within us: an it lives retelling by nitelunne 

★ juxtaposed with you  by @moonydaydreams

Lighting never strikes in the same place twice, but a second chance does. Even for someone like Noah Marshall.

late nights by @rainesclan

After an argument between the group, Noah stops by late one night to brainstorm with MC (Kayleigh) about the situation with Redfield.

lighthouse by stayfallentasticc

[dan x noah x mc] Stacy gives Noah the advice to tell Her. He figures he will one day, just not today. Soon after, he finds out - he should’ve. 

★ like happiness by @livesbeneath

she assumes that’s what he’s practicing now; recipes he’s perfected a hundred times over. in this respect, good enough will never be good enough for him. he has more drive than most give him credit for, and without that drive, baby jane’s would be nothing more than a thought scribbled down on a notepad.

lost and found by anonymous

"What do you want from me?!" he shouts. "Why can't I just let you go?" You don't want to let her go, the better part of him says. You know what you have to do.

★ once, twice, forever (although nothing ever lasts that long) by @yawninginf

And while the shadows might still be the same, their inhabitant has changed. And this monster can still recognize the gaze piercing through its darkness. Those eyes… They're familiar. aka: time after that fateful night of homecoming barely passed, until mc (female Devon) returned to find what remained of the one left behind

★ percolating gently by @slothgiirl

au in which jane marshall lives and mc and noah and jane run off to live happily ever after a family of three

pricks and needles by stayfallentasticc

Follows immediately after the end of the latest chapter. MC discovers that Redfield was Jane all along. Will Noah succumb to the darkness that beckons him? Or will MC manage to help him?

★ six feet between by livesbeneath

to be caught trespassing in a cemetery is bad enough without a preceding criminal record. he knows visiting westchester is risky, and that being out in the open isn’t the smartest idea, but he finds it somewhat therapeutic, maybe in a sickening way, to occasionally come full circle after his stops at the ruins. 

★ sharp objects by livesbeneath

noah attempts to avoid bringing feelings to light as the gang marches on redfield a final time.

toss your dirty shoes (in my washing machine heart) by slothgiirl

[connor x mc x noah] mc is planning her wedding to connor and things happen. good things.

★ the end of all things by livesbeneath

it’s three am, and her laugh is in his head. it almost makes him want to live.

the night devon died by @pixelberryjungkook

[drabble]  This is a little account of the night Devon died and took Jane's place (from the perspective of Noah).

the time that came between (+part 2) by linkysmommy

What happened to Noah after Jazmyn Park sacrificed herself and he fled Westchester?

the train ride home is invalid by stayfallenstasticc

[dan x mc x noah] Dan and MC have been dating for quite some time. However, after a football game, Noah decides to tell Dan something important (that he has feelings for MC). 

the road that leads to you by stayfallentasticc

[dan x mc x noah // mainly a dan/mc fit but there are some good noah mc crumbs, such as “Noah’s face brightens, a flash of happiness that Dan hasn’t seen before evident in his face.”] The development of Dan and MC’s relationship; a deeper look into how Dan falls for MC and MC as a whole. The green, red lights and stop signs of their relationship. 

someday by nocturnalknight

Jun confesses. Noah runs. Neither of them can escape their demons, or forget about each other. The span of a years-long yearning.

weekends in westchester by @twyrinehaze

Noah and Devon through 3 different Saturdays, and 3 different years.

what if this storm ends (and i don’t see you) by @zekedorian

set in chapter 14, when the gang is on their way to confront redfield for the final time.

you will never walk alone by @noahpologiste

Right after chapter 8, “Breakdown.”

desperately, desperately by leovaldezismycomfortcharacter

Devon finds it hard to breathe while his friends argue.

friends by @robbiessutcliffe

After Alexei sacrificed himself to take Jane’s place, Noah felt that it was his fault. So a year later, he finds himself going back to the woods. This has been going on for a while, but one day… He's spotted.

forever by @littlebirdofprey

Set before the beginning of It Lives In The Woods during the end of their junior year, Victor wants to reconnect with Noah but doesn't know how.

judas’ kiss by @professor-abeloved

After years of fighting for his life, you finally see him—your best friend, made blood and flesh and bone once more. The reason you've working non-stop for years; the reason your heart beats in anticipation, waiting for the day his own comes to life. The reason the rest of your friends are dead.

of what was everything by littlebirdofprey

Trying anything and everything to help keep Noah as much himself as possible, Victor plays Noah some of his favourite music.

the misfortunes of shadow boy by paperdreams123

Fletcher Blackwood knows that he is still in there, somewhere. And that is all he needs.

the only way is forward by littlebirdofprey

set during ch.19 of It Lives Within. Victor tries to cheer up Noah about food not tasting right since his resurrection

there for you by robbiessutcliffe

Things have been getting harder for Noah at home with everything going on… So who better to go to than his most trusted friend, Alexei?

snowflake kisses by professor-abeloved

Devon's first time in the snow again, was both a familiar memory and a strange dream, realer than anything in the past few months. (It's as if the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.)

run boy run by robbiessutcliffe

This talks about the ending of ILITW, after MC (named Alexei, in this) sacrifices themself.

we lived by dvnlln 

you’re not alone by writerofdoom

Noah attempts to reconcile with the one person he hurt the most.

a collection of fics written by @julia-highstorms

★ home is six feet under by stayfallentasticc

Noah can sense whenever MC (you) is upset. You find solace in the safety in his arms, but you can’t shake off the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

live. die. repeat. by slothgiirl

★ maybe together we can get somewhere by slothgiirl

the gang finds out noah is alive. he and mc have built a life together while no one was paying attention 

★ nothings going to take you from my side by slothgiirl

in which mc deals with the fallout of redfield/jane all while reconnecting with the boy they thought they’d lost forever.

take a deep breath baby by slothgiirl

Noah figures out how to make things right.

the one where mc communes with her ghost boyfriend noah by @slothgiirl

★ the one where noah marshall saves mc by slothgiirl

things you said with too many miles between us by @shreyamistry

through the trees by stayfallentasticc

Noah and MC have drifted apart, will the confrontation leave both sides with answers. 

realizing you’ve fallen in love by shreymistry

Here I bring to you, Ava, Andy, Stacy, Lucas, Lily, Noah, and Dan x MC mini fics!

★ what could have been us by xclipsx

A collection of Noah X MC draft fanfics, I've been keeping ever since the book ended.  whistle me a silent memory There’s so much you wish you could tell them. How much you wished to hear Jane’s laughter one last time. How much you wished to tell Noah just how you felt about him for 12 years. be my endgame Confessing how you feel about your bestfriend turned stranger is kinda hard. Not to mention you're both tired, depressed and awkward around each other. Damn, when can ya'll have a break? “To lay my life for you in a heartbeat. So, what I’m trying to say is that you, Noah Marshall, are my best friend, my most trusted confidant, my rock, my world, my endgame.” ★ rest and peace Relationship established. Kiss Noah Marshall. Fall asleep. In which you stay at home, down with the sickies and Noah tries to be a good best friend but with kisses. [ps. when you're done, listen to this song. thank me later.]

valentine’s day by shreymistry

How you spend Valentine’s Day together. 

again by swansongdive

Tunia Vance didn't believe that the boy wandering around in a red beanie was a murderer. Even as she talks to the ghost of his victim, she doesn't believe it.

★ amen, amen by @littlecrookedheart

[psychological fiction] This takes place 14 years after Jane’s death and roughly 5 years after the events in ILITW. Noah is 22 years old.

another memory by andytomoichi

In the woods, the only thing easier than time to lose track of was memory.

dead and gone by @itspixelberrychoicestime

Being the only one alive, Noah has to face everything he caused. So, what did he do? He ran.

deep run by livon

Sometimes small towns are normal and then sometimes, there are vampires.

ghost pizzas by @skyecrandall

[male mc]  Noah believes that they should try and tame Jane. But will it all go according to plan?

ilitw reunion fic by it-lives-in-westchester

ILITW Gang meets Redfield!Noah again after the events of It Lives Beneath. It's awkward as hell but what did everyone expect 

meet me by the woods by forestfire34720 

“Meet me by the woods. One hour. Tell no one. There’s something you all need to see.” In which Andy, Dan, Stacy, Lucas, Ava, and Lily learn that one friend isn’t quite so unforgivable and another friend may be dead but isn’t lost yet.

the thing about grief by @edeanglory

a look into noah marshall’s grief

lame excuses by somethinginwater

[drabble]  “You use, don’t you?”

★ promises by it-lives-in-westchester

Noah gets caught after attempting to vandalize a house when he was 12, and he has to deal with the consequences idk what else to summarize as it is.

★ seven by anonymous 

He sits alone. Thinking. Thinking far too much. He taps his finger on the table. Sighs. Stares into his coffee, an abyss. One year ago today, seven lives were lost. And he has the blood of all seven on his hands.

untitled? by shreyamistry

Stacy beats Noah the fuCK up! And rest the gang is present. Except for Redfield MC who is in the ruins being sad and lonely and well dead.

anymore i may have missed

⤷ https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Noah%20Marshall/works

[frostbytemyrik]

Land back is literally Nazi 'blood and soil' ideology. The idea that a certain people have a unique connection to the land of a certain region and are the only rightful rulers of it. Every group of 'indigenous' people killed or forced some other group of people off of that land they're on before they took over it. Everyone is a colonizer if you go back far enough. It's totally incoherent.

Posting this publicly so other people can see this too to confirm I'm not just going completely mad. Are y'all seeing this? Did someone really just roll up to my inbox and claim the Land Back movement is comparable to Nazi ideology? Am I making up this clownery?

Anyway, cite your sources. EVERY group is a bold claim. And even then, that doesn't excuse the atrocities committed unto them by the European colonizers, nor the devastation that said colonizers continue to bring upon the planet and Her people.

From an ecological standpoint, stewardship is crucial to many environments. Native humans have tended to the land, and when colonizers "settled" it, they disregarded any care that it may need and, through a mix of killing Natives off and forbidding them from lands they were on first, keept and still keep them from tending it and never bothered learning to tend it themselves. It's the major reason why the Australian wildfires were so devastating.

But we aren't looking at this from a purely ecological standpoint, are we? We're looking at it from a humanitarian perspective, too. When we show up where other people already are and violently remove them from where they've lived for countless generations, make them houseless, starve them, defile their sacred spaces, mass murder their main sources of food and fabric, forcibly convert them to our religions, separate them from their families, and punish them for speaking their own languages... is it right? Does the fact that some of these nations have warred with others in the past make this okay? Does that make this treatment justified? (I'd think this is a rhetorical question, but considering this anon showed up I feel the need to specify: the answer is OBVIOUSLY NOT.)

This is just the list that I, a white man in the US, came up with on the spot, and this is only about a few of the abuses committed by the US alone. There's a lot more to be added here. No people deserve such mistreatment and no people ever will.

The continued persecution of Native peoples around the world will not end until the rights to stewardship of lands they had stolen from them are acknowledged.

LAND BACK NOW

Edit: Whenever I come back to edit this, Tumblr deletes all my sources in that big block of atrocities, so I'm just posting them all here below. TW for racism, genocide, and...just about everything else.

[dankusner]

Dallas hides homeless service call descriptions from public, removing them from dashboard

The City appears to have removed descriptive data from the public-facing dashboard, which shows the number of homeless service 311 calls across Dallas.

The City’s Office of Homeless Solutions 311 homeless service calls dashboard displays the number and status of such service requests on a rolling 30-day basis.

As of May 26, the dashboard contained details submitted by individuals trying to call the City’s attention to homeless encampments.

“Fires and lights visible at night at this location,” read one request about a camp at 9798 N. Walton Walker Blvd. in Council Member Omar Narvaez’s District 6.

The request was submitted on May 12 and was listed as “in progress” last weekend, as reported by The Dallas Express.

On June 2, that same service request was still “in progress”; however, the description provided by the person who submitted the request was gone.

Another service request reported on by DX also appears to have lost previously public-facing details.

“They are starting fires during the day and at night. We had to call the fire department last night,” read the request about a homeless encampment in Council Member Jesse Moreno’s District 2 at 4678 New Water Ln.

The request was submitted on May 24.

It was resolved on May 29, some five days later; however, the note about the fires had disappeared.

DX clicked on dozens of the 868 listed homeless service requests on the dashboard.

None contained descriptions of what prompted the request outside of the designator “Homeless Encampment.”

While not every request contained a description of the issue on May 26 and prior, many did.

Some were brief, and others were more detailed.

“As of today (4/26/24), it appears the City has picked up trash on the curb along Denton [Drive], but the tent encampment remains at the back of the lot.

Observed one individual (female) walk out under the influence of something, stagger, and settled on a porch of a home across the street.

Observed another individual walking out, and three more walking up Denton with a shopping cart loaded with items,” read one submission regarding an encampment at 1362 Marilla St. in District 2, as DX previously reported in April.

DX reached out to the City and asked officials to confirm the elimination of such descriptions from the public-facing dashboard.

A spokesperson said staff would look into the matter.

Polling suggests that more than two-thirds of Dallas residents believe homelessness, vagrancy, and aggressive panhandling are “major” problems.

Surveyed residents also appear to be generally supportive of the “one-stop-shop” homeless services model used by Haven for Hope in San Antonio.

The model has been credited with a 77% reduction in unsheltered homelessness in the city’s center.

Some local stakeholders want to try such a model in Dallas. However, it is unclear whether City officials will consider the solution.

Dallas police response times increase as City continues to go without recommended 4K cops

Police response times in Dallas have ticked up again as the metroplex’s flagship city continues to go without the roughly 4,000 officers recommended by an official report.

As previously reported by The Dallas Express, a City analysis advised that jurisdiction the size of Dallas needs roughly 4,000 officers on the street to properly maintain public safety and reduce police response times.

At present, the Dallas Police Department fields around 3,000 sworn personnel.

When people make 911 calls, DPD dispatch personnel assign them a priority designation

(1-4) based on the severity of the reported matter.

P1 designations are reserved for serious emergencies, such as an active shooter or major freeway accident with injuries. P4 calls are at the other end of the spectrum, signifying “non-critical” incidents.

The last time DX reviewed average police response times year to date was on May 11.

The data was as follows:

P1 – 10.2 minutes

P2 – 77.3 minutes

P3 – 218 minutes

P4 – 247.8 minutes

According to the City of Dallas response time dashboard, there have been increases across all four priority designations.

As of May 31, the average police response times were as follows:

P1 – 10.4 minutes

P2 – 80.7 minutes

P3 – 228.1 minutes

P4 – 262.2 minutes

Budgeting only $654 million of taxpayer money for DPD this fiscal year, the Dallas City Council chose to spend considerably less on public safety than other high-crime cities like Chicago, Los Angeles, and New York City.

So far this year, DPD has fielded 15,817 P1 calls, 110,907 P2 calls, 54,730 P3 calls, and 24,088 P4 calls.

“The City just continues to play games.

They are not hiring enough police officers on purpose.

They’re spending money on things that make it look like their budget is the same or increasing,” claimed Metroplex Civic & Business Association CEO Louis Darrouzet, speaking with DX in a previous interview about Dallas’ police shortage.

“The biggest correction to crime is having a police presence.

It’s not even putting people in jail, just having enough people on the street, making people less likely to commit crime, and the City’s not doing that.”

Family Gateway serving families

Re: “Building Ruined Under City Hall’s Nose — No one stopped old Family Gateway from becoming part of homeless camp,” Wednesday editorial.

Thank you for emphasizing to your readers that Family Gateway does not own or operate the building located at 711 S. St. Paul St. referenced in this story.

We vacated the property in the summer of 2023 to complete our planned transition to a larger, city-owned facility, a former Candlewood Suites Hotel.

The downtown property, which we previously operated for 30-plus years, was secure and well-maintained when we left it.

Since then, its security and maintenance have been solely the responsibility of the building owner: the city of Dallas.

Family Gateway was founded 38 years ago by Mayor Annette Strauss to serve families with children experiencing homelessness.

Our newly renovated family emergency shelter in North Dallas is secure, attractive and child-friendly.

It is a facility that our families, staff and volunteers consider conducive to the dignity of families as they find their way back to self-sufficiency.

We appreciate the city’s and the community’s support in helping us transition to our beautiful new home, which offers more space to support the growing number of families with children experiencing homelessness.

We will continue to scale what is working with continued support.

Ellen Magnis, Dallas, President and CEO, Family Gateway

[paddockbunny]

Hello, can you do 17 and 46 from nsfw prompt list for lando norris. Please and thanks :)

Lando Norris and the buzzy little "friend"

Summary : A certain Mr Norris sets panic coursing through you as he asks to stay over for the first time. You agree but when he finds something in your drawer that makes you all kinds of embarrassed he suddenly is wide awake again....and horny. Very, very horny. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader Word Count : 2, 366 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, explicit language, female masturbation, male masturbation, orgasm discussion & use of sex toys. Prompt Numbers : 17. Toys (gifting you one, choosing one together, using one) & 46. He watches you masterbate (does he ask or do you suggest, does he walk in on you etc) 💞 Authors Note: Please enjoy a little Lando as I’m working hard on the next few “All Too Well” chapters 🥰.

As Lando yawned you knew what was about to come pouring out of his mouth as the end credits began to roll on the film you guys had been watching. “Baby, I’m too tired to drive home…” He paused and you were holding your breath. “…can I stay over?”

His question hung in the air. He hadn’t stayed at your place yet. You’d only really been dating officially for around eight weeks and in all that time you had only stayed at his or in his hotel rooms. In fact, tonight was probably the longest you guys had actually spent in your apartment. Usually he was picking you up or dropping you off and aside from that one time you roped him into helping move your sofa from one wall to the other, he hadn’t really spent any significant amount of time in your abode. You knew the longer you left the question unanswered he would be thinking the worst so quickly you hurried out a; “Yup, ok.”

As soon as you confirmed he would indeed be staying the night in your bed a knot formed in your stomach and as utterly ridiculous as it sounded, you started to think about your bedroom in your head. You had the typical bedroom for a woman in her early twenties trying to figure out what kind of woman she was while showing her personality. The walls were neutral but you had some prints on them and then a bookshelf with little books and more mementos of what felt like stupid, childish trinkets now you thought about it. Then your mind shot to Mr Barnaby on your bed and tried to think of how you could squirrel him away without Lando noticing. As quickly as you thought of your childhood bear, you also thought of the clothes that you need to put away in the washing basket and the others on the chair that needed washing. Fuck, he had seen you naked. Surely he could handle seeing yesterdays bra?

You asked Lando to take the plates and glasses to the kitchen and you said you were just popping to the restroom but really you went to give your room a quick glance. Everything was fine. You actually put the clothes away this morning and the dirty clothes were already in your washing machine, you had forgotten in a panic and quickly you put Mr Barnaby in a drawer before Lando finally appeared in your room and you smiled at him.

Observing your new boyfriend you realised how tired he actually looked and he really shouldn’t have been driving. He came straight to you from his flight home earlier tonight. He made you melt when he said he was desperate to see you and have you cuddled in his arms. It made you feel so grateful to the universe for allowing you to get to see this beautifully sensitive guy you were really falling head of heels in love with. He kissed the top of your head and asked again if you were ok with him staying and you nodded. He took your confirmation and ran with it. Pulling both his hoody and his t-shirt off at the same time. Lando’s tanned, taught skin never failed to make your mouth water. You couldn’t help but stare for a while before finally, he encouraged you to get undressed too. You pulled your own hoody off and looked down to see your hands tremor. Why the fuck were you nervous? He had seen your boobs before. He liked your boobs. He really liked your boobs but you supposed that perhaps it was because usually you guys were having sex before falling asleep and that was why tonight felt different.

Lando got into your bed before you did and you could feel his eyes on you as you removed your sweatpants and folded them before placing them on the chair in the corner of the room. Eventually you had to turn and finally, the eyes that had been watching you remove your clothes now stared into yours. He was lying in your sheets, it slung across his mid chest and his bicep looked good enough to sink your teeth into as he curled it behind his head. Lando looked so at home in your bed. He looked so comfortable and natural. Effortless. And what was even more effortless was the way that he pulled back the covers for you to get in bedside him. The bed was fairly new and the mattress sunk only a little as you slid into it to be beside Lando. Your body slithered under the covers and was instantly met by his radiating heat. You knew he knew you were on edge and so he started talking to you in an effort to get you more relaxed. His bed voice was better than any calming app you could download on your phone. And the fact that no one else got to hear it turned you on to no end. And low and behold it was working. His voice eased your worry. As a thank-you you went to lean in to kiss him warmly but he pulled back a little. Lando admitted that his lips were dry and he confessed he had been avoiding kissing you all night due to it because he didn’t want to disappoint you. You found it to be a ridiculous reason considering he knew how much you loved his lips and you didn’t want to be denied them, especially not any longer. So you informed him there was a chapstick in the bedside table.

“Uh…” He let out a short uncouth chuckle “y/n what’s this?” He asked and before you could even ask him a single question he was holding perhaps the worst thing he could ever have found in your room. A small little battery operated friend that kept you company over the course of your eight long single girl months. Now it seemed ridiculous to have been worried about Mr Barnaby, your clean and dirty clothes and appearing like your room was mature enough. You eventually made eye contact with him and you saw the amusement plastered all across his face.

“So uh, how does this…” Lando looked for the button and the words to beg him not too turn it on were teetering on the tip of your tongue but it was too late. The toy suddenly started buzzing and Lando’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck. That’s so strong.” He practically shouted and you tried to make a grab for it but he immediately held it away from you. And then, when he glanced at you, you could read his mind. Before you had a chance to tell him that what his filthy, dirty mind was thinking would not be happening he was already suggesting it; “Show me…show me how you use it.” “No, you’re supposed to be tiered, Lando.” You tried to sound as commanding as possible but it was futile.  “Well, I’m not anymore.” He was so blunt “Now, I’m just horny.”

Lando’s stare told you there was no way he was going to give up. He was going to be persistent about him watching you use the toy you bought on a whim. You sighed. “I’m too…” You were about to say tired but then instead said “embarrassed.” And covered your no doubt blushing face. You didn’t have the kind of girlfriends that would talk about that sort of thing. It wasn’t like you had a group like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City. And you couldn’t liken yourself to no Samantha Jones – even if you figured you’d be the only one out of your group of friends who actually did own a vibrator. “Why? I’ve seen everything already” He smirked “I’ve tasted everything already.” That was true and the memory of it made you press your legs together, which only added to Lando’s insistence. “See, your horny thinking about it.”

His persuasion lasted approximately five minutes. He started gently but then he rolled on top of you and started kissing your neck. It was defiantly a tactic to get you all hot and bothered so he would get what he wanted but now he the effect he had desired and your blood coursed down south. You muttered a quick; “fine” and Lando immediately pulled the covers back and got down to the bottom of the bed excitedly.

“Ok…” he said and you were waiting on him making some cheesy remark like they did at the start of a race. You took the toy from his grip and watched as he licked his lips when you took your panties off and gently opened your legs for him. His eyes trailed down over your now naked body and you had to take a deep breath to steady yourself. It wasn’t like it was a regular occurrence. In fact, no guy had ever asked you to masturbate for him – touch yourself as they fucked you, yes but masturbate, as they watched, never. You slowly ran your fingers down across your dampening folds. Collecting some of your arousal and spreading it around a bit so your toy would easily glide. As your boyfriend was laser focused on what your fingers were doing you were more focused on watching his reactions. Intently you watched as he bit his lower lip and moved his hand toward his crotch and his evidently hardening member. You had to remind yourself to focus because watching Lando as he palmed at his glorious cock through his straining boxers almost made you lapse concentration. He groaned as soon as you sighed when you started warming up by playing with your sensitive clit before finally turning on the toy to it’s lowest setting.

When you hovered the humming toy over yourself so lightly that it barely touched you, Lando groaned again. Your back arched and naturally you pressed it to yourself slightly harder. Soft vibrations made sparks rupture across your ultra sensitive areas. Your nipples hardened while your toes curled at the blissfully pleasing sensation. “How does it feel, baby?” “So fucking good, Lando.” Your eyes closed and you began to lose the nerves that had built inside of you. Your breathing quickened but it wasn’t the only person’s. Just watching the toy vibrating away, making your pretty pussy flutter clearly set Lando off. You could hear his breathing first followed by a hiss and then the sound of his hand working up and down his lengthy, big cock. Almost like you were giving him a reward just as well as yourself, you pressed the button to turn the toy up higher. A delighted gasp fled your lips, which was followed by another and another while your brow furrowed and you squirmed at the intense sensation. Truthfully, since you started sleeping with Lando you hadn’t reached for the toy once. He had you satisfied enough that you never felt like you needed to get yourself off. You had forgotten about how quickly the vibrator made you a quivering, trembling mess. So the search for your orgasm was going to be a quick one. Lando swore again and just hearing him getting off while he watched you did something too you. It gave you such a confidence boost and such a high that you bumped up the intensity of the vibrating friend even more.

“Lan…” you breathed, struggling to say his name. “Fuck, your so beautiful.” He groaned and this time, you opened your eyes to see what he was doing. Lando’s eyes were honed in on your pussy while his hand was frantically pumping up and down his engorged cock. You had to stay focused because usually that sight would make you want to get on your knees and taking him in your mouth till he finished all over your tongue but that was not your goal tonight. He wanted to see you get off not the other way round. However, the sheer thought of blowing your panting boyfriend was enough to give you the first little sparks of an orgasm. You breathed his name again and gritted your teeth as you moved the toy a little so it was now, pressed directly to your clit and it was utterly relentless. In your mind you willed yourself to keep going and keep it exactly where you had it because you knew any second your legs were going to start trembling and you’d have a very intense, beautiful release.

With nothing short of a pornographic moan, you climaxed. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body and was so powerful that you lunged forward and grabbed hold of Lando’s arm just for stability. Swear words flowed freely from you as your nails dug into Lando’s skin and your legs quaked with how extreme your high was. While you fought with your lungs to calm your breathing, Lando clearly found watching you while you got yourself off too much. Only seconds after your own release, Lando was finding his. Your boyfriends’ unsteady grunts increasing with every rough stroke until finally – with your name blurting out of his open mouth – cum flowed from the tip of his cock. Your eyes never left the sight, too woozy from your high but also because you liked seeing the way your dirty, naughty act affected him. His thighs tensed, his lower abs did too, until they trembled just like yours had done till he was completely spent.

“Fuck….” He sighed and opened his eyes, turned toward you and repeated himself with a shaky little laugh. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His praise meant everything to you. He then proceeded to stumble over his words and he tried to describe what he watched but he ended you just grabbing you and kissing you deeply. “Thank-you.” He stated eventually against your lips and you couldn’t help but thank him back. You had too. Without his insistence you would probably have never relaxed with him sleeping over for the first time.               

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A special Christmas gift

Yelena Belova x Reader

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Summary: During the Avengers Secret Santa this year, you end up getting your ultimate crush and have to decide whether to make your feelings known in the present.

Warnings: none || Word count: 2.677

Okay, I'm pretty busy for the rest of the month, so I might not be able to post the stories until later in the day, I hope you don't mind. Anyway, enjoy the story!

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"Okay, freaks, let's start the draw." Tony says, joining the group in the common room of the compound.

"What do you mean freaks?" Pietro asks with frowning eyebrows, and the man settles into the armchair theatrically, pointing at the others as he speaks. "Murderer, murderer's sister who's also a murderer, witchy, Sokovian Speedy Gonzalez, Capsicle, Capsicle's emo friend, Y/n."

"This is so rude in so many ways." You complain, an offended grimace on your face, and some of your friends giggling.

"It's true, though." Yelena teases next, and you roll your eyes. "Shut up, Belova." You warn, throwing a pillow in the girl's face, who laughs before turning her attention back to Tony.

Today is December 1st, which means that it's the day to draw the names for the Avengers' Secret Santa.

Normally, each of you would put together a list of at least three gift options to make life easier for your respective Secret Santa. This year, however, someone came up with the brilliant idea of dropping the lists, so the gifts would be specially thought out.

It was a good idea, but at the same time you were anxious to find out whose Secret Santa you would be. You just hoped it would be Wanda or Pietro, your best friends. Life would be easier.

"You may go, Jarvis." Tony eventually speaks over the chatter, attracting the attention of the other Avengers around. Shortly after, Jarvis confirms, and your smartwatches begin to glow.

"And no snooping, Maximoff, you know what happened to your brother last Christmas." Tony then says, causing the redhead to roll her eyes, and you giggle.

Last year, Pietro decided to use his ability to see who everyone had drawn, bragging at the end about his super speed. As a result, he was excluded from the game, and the group made a new draw.

Looking at your screen impatiently, you smile at the Christmas drawings on the screen. Tony had really gone all out this year. When the name appears on the screen, you have no reaction.

Yelena Belova was not only one of the most private people in the group, but also your undeniable crush. From the moment you met you found yourself weak in the knees for her, and as time went on the feeling only got worse.

Lowering your wrist, you look around. The Avengers exchange curious glances, smiles on their lips. But you just swallow hard, the universe was definitely playing tricks on you.

As everyone starts to disperse, you stand up. Walking towards your room, you wonder what the hell you would give the girl you like for Christmas.

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Lying on your bed, your head works searching for a gift idea.

But it's very difficult to think of Yelena without your mind wandering to her beautiful smile, to her sinfully green eyes, or to the heartwarming sound of her laughter. You scold yourself every time this happens.

Before your mind can wander any further, you hear knocking at the door. With a lazy grunt, you get up and walk over.

"I know who you got." Wanda says as soon as you open the door, a little smirk on her lips, and you grimace disgruntled. "Oh come on, Wanda, I can't believe you read my mind!"

"I didn't have to, you turned as red as a bell pepper when you read the name." She accuses, eyebrows raised, and you swallow dryly, shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly. "It was Yelena, wasn't it?"

"Shut up!" you say wide-eyed, pulling the redhead into the room, and she giggles. As you close the door and turn to her, you take a deep breath. "It was."

"I knew it! That's so cute! You can use the gift to confess your feelings for her! It'll be so romantic!" Wanda says, bouncing happily and with an excited smile on her face.

"You watch too many movies," you respond humorously, finding your friend's behavior amusing, " I'm not doing it, Wands." You then say, causing the girl to roll her eyes.

"You're boring." She retorts, making you giggle. She crosses her arms then, looking at you defiantly. "What you gonna give her, then?"

"I don't know, I have to think about it." You reply, rubbing your face hopelessly. When you look at Wanda again, you raise your eyebrows in curiosity. "And you, who did you get?"

"It's a secret." She answers promptly and you giggle. "Come on! I just told you mine." You bargain, but the redhead raises an eyebrow. "I found out."

"And I confirmed it." You say and Wanda shrugs, clearly amused by the conversation. "Because you're naive."

"... You're a terrible friend." You then attest, making the girl laugh. "Fine," she relents then, but from her posture you know she would tell you anyway, "I got Nat."

"Oh," you say knowingly, crossing your arms, "so you're gonna take your own advice and use the gift to confess your feelings for her?"

"Feelings? What feelings? I have no idea what you're talking about." Wanda replies awkwardly, her cheeks becoming increasingly red.

"Oh so you just blush like that in general?" You ask, a smirk on your lips, and the redhead crosses her arms, her cheeks catching fire.

"I hate you." She pleads, and when you laugh, she rolls her eyes. "I'm leaving, I'm not gonna stay here being disrespected." She says, walking to the door and opening it.

"See you later, future Mrs. Romanoff." You speak in a sing-song voice and laugh when Wanda uses her powers to close the door in your face as she leaves.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to look up some gift ideas on your laptop. Maybe the internet could help you.

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The next few days pass too quickly for your liking.

As always, the interactions between the Avengers are filled with accomplice smiles between those who know whose Secret Santa the other is - for whatever reason -, one trying to guess who someone else got, or even trying to guess what gift someone bought.

You, on the other hand, spent your days thinking, having no idea what to give Yelena. You could choose a generic approach, give some clichéd Christmas present, but that seemed too simplistic for the person who made your heart beat the way it did.

Another option was to choose something she liked. In the few months you had known each other you already had a notion of some of the blonde's preferences regarding music, movies, books. It seemed the easiest and safest idea. But a small detail prevented you from putting this plan into practice: Wanda.

Ever since that night the redhead's idea had been pounding in your mind. Maybe she was right, maybe using the Secret Santa game to let Yelena know about your feelings for her was a good idea. The only issue was whether you would have the courage to put it into practice.

As you absentmindedly fiddle with your computer, procrastinating while you should be filling out your past mission report, your bedroom door opens.

Turning your head toward the door in a jolt, you see entering the room the person who hasn't left your mind since the day of the drawing -and since before it, if you were being honest.

"You're avoiding me." Yelena attests, sitting on the edge of your bed and you smile, turning in your desk chair to look at her. "Of course I am, do you know how annoying you are?"

"Is all this bitterness because I beat the crap out of you in all our training sessions?" She asks back, her eyebrows raised teasingly, and you roll your eyes. "First of all, I let you win."

"Of course you do." The blonde replies, her tone as unconvinced as possible, and you look at her unamused. "Get out of my room." You playfully order, getting up to get her out of the room.

"I'm kidding!" Yelena stands up too, laughter filling your room as she holds your arms out to stop you from dragging her out of the room.

"I'm sure you do, oh great martial arts master." She claims, bowing exaggeratedly, and you roll your eyes, a smile on your lips as you shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie. "I hate you very much, you know."

"You could never, I'm too awesome." She retorts cockily and you laugh through your nose. "Yeah, sure." You agree wryly, making the girl in front of you smile amused.

"You still haven't told me why you were avoiding me." She then says, her smile faltering for a brief second as a hint of insecurity creeps into her voice.

"I wasn't, though," you reply, your hands clenching into fists as you resist the urge to reach out to her , "I was just busy trying to decide which gift to choose." You explain honestly and Yelena nods slowly in understanding. "And did you?"

You open your mouth to reply, but then your gaze rests on something on the wall just behind Yelena's shoulder and you stop, your mind being carried back to a memory from a few weeks ago.

"And this one was after our first mission together." You show one of your photos with Pietro and Wanda, the faces of the three of you covered with cuts and bruises as you make faces for the photo.

While you wait for the agreed upon time to infiltrate the terrorists' hideout, you and Yelena decide to spend the time reliving some of your memories.

And so you find yourselves lying on the floor of the small apartment, you showing her several photos that you carry in your wallet while the laughter of the two of you fills the room.

"You guys look beat." She comments, an amused smile on her lips, and you laugh through your nose, nodding in agreement. "We really were."

"I wish I had this," Yelena comments eventually, "pictures, you know? Memories." She explains as she notices your confused expression and you raise your eyebrows slightly in understanding. "All I have are photographs from when I was a kid in Ohio and, well, they're all fake."

You remain silent in the face of her venting, not knowing what to say. Your search for words that might comfort her is interrupted by Yelena clearing her throat, getting up afterwards.

"I'll keep watch now, you should get some sleep." She announces awkwardly and before you can object she is leaving the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"Yes," you reply with an accomplished smile, taking your gaze off the photographs on your wall and looking at Yelena again, "yes I did."

"Cool," she says, nodding her head in understanding, and then a smirk forms on her lips, "who did you get?" She asks curiously, and you let out a chuckle. "Nope."

"Come on!" She insists, holding your arm and swaying like an insistent child and you laugh, but deny it with your head. "I'll tell you who I got." She bargains with raised eyebrows and you mimic her expression as you reply, "not happening."

"Pretty please!" She pleads and you giggle, amused at the blonde's persistence. "I'm gonna get myself something to eat, and you're gonna stop annoying me." You say, pushing Yelena, who falls onto the bed as you walk out of the room.

This doesn't work, of course, and as you make your way to the kitchen, you smile amused at Yelena's constant insistence right next to you.

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Christmas has finally arrived and you couldn't be more nervous about it.

You tried to play it cool all night long, distracting yourself with your best friends whenever you could. But nothing took your mind off the Secret Santa and Yelena's gift.

After agonizing hours, Tony finally announced the start of the game, and you and your fellow Avengers gathered comfortably on the couches and armchairs of the venue.

Everything went smoothly at first. Stark made sure to go first, which surprised no one. Everyone laughed when they found out that it was Steve who gave him a pair of socks with several pictures of Tony himself on them, and laughed some more when the goateed man put them on right there.

The game then continued, everyone exchanging comments and giggles as those receiving the gifts tried to guess who their Secret Santas were.

Eventually Natasha's turn came and you see out of the corner of your eye Wanda fidgeting on the couch anxiously as the older woman takes the gift.

The Black Widow leaps happily as she opens the present and finds two Sia concert tickets inside and she already knew right off the bat that it was Wanda, as the two had talked about it a few weeks ago.

Wanda shyly stands up and widens her eyes when the other pulls her into a tight hug. The witch says she can do whatever she wants with the other ticket, but Nat makes sure to say she's taking Wanda with her and you hold back your laughter at your best friend's rosy cheeks.

Then it's Wanda's turn, who you realize is trying to fight the flustered state she's been put into by her interaction with Natasha. Her Secret Santa was Bucky and he gave her a very awesome pair of gloves that match her outfit perfectly.

Wanda, as you all know well, is very touchy so she doesn't hesitate to give Bucky a tight hug and you chuckle at the Winter Soldier's clumsiness in returning it.

As the redhead returns to her seat on the couch next to yours, she looks at you and you flash her a knowing smirk, giving her then the signal you established years ago for her to read your mind.

"Nice move." You think in a teasing tone and see Wanda discreetly roll her eyes. "Shut the fuck up." She replies in your mind and you smile to yourself as you see her cheeks turning as red as her hair.

Bucky's Secret Santa was Yelena, who gave him ammo cartridges, and this makes the soldier emotional for some reason. You watch the two interact in front of the group with your heart pounding in anticipation.

"Alright, Belova, it's your turn." Tony says as Bucky returns to his seat on the couch next to Steve, and you involuntarily gulp as the blonde takes the gift that has the tag with her name on it.

Yelena undoes the gift wrapping with an eager smile that falters for a brief second as you see what's inside the box.

"Y/n." She speaks without hesitation, her eyes watering as she raises them to you. You take that as your cue to stand up.

"Now you can make your own memories," you say when you get there, Yelena lowering her gaze to the polaroid camera in her hands, "you can save as many moments as you want."

The blonde giggles, remembering what she told you weeks ago, surprised that you even remember that. She holds back tears as she looks at you again.

"Thank you." She says as she throws her arms around your neck, and you wrap yours around her middle in response. You try not to think too much about her perfume invading your senses.

When she pulls away she points the camera at you and you let out a confused giggle as she takes the picture. "I wanna save this one." She explains, looking at you with an intensity that leaves you frozen in place.

She giggles happily then and starts to walk towards her seat next to Nat. Before she does, she deposits a soft kiss on your cheek that short-circuits your head.

When you come to your senses, you approach the gifts and look for the one with a tag with your name on it. Before you open it, you look at Wanda and giggle when the redhead discreetly gives you a thumbs up.

As you open the gift and the game continues, all you can think about is Yelena's smile and the feel of her lips on your cheek.

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As soon as you open your bedroom door, you see the flash.

"You're going to waste all the film in the camera if you keep this up." You complain humorously, and Yelena giggles as she did throughout the past week.

"I don't think your face is a waste," she says with a shrug, "especially when it looks like this." She adds, showing the picture to you, and you roll your eyes at your funny face. "Did you come here just to tease me, Belova?"

"No, actually I wanted to talk to you." She answers, her tone changing to a more serious and even hesitant one. You frown. "Oh... Okay, come in."

You make room for her to pass then, and the blonde gives you a small smile as she does so.

After you close the door, you turn to look at her, but Yelena doesn't speak until after a few minutes of silence.

"Why did you give me this?" She asks finally, and you let out a short laugh. "Because that's how Secret Santa works-"

"Come on, Y/n, you know that's not what I'm talking about." She interrupts, and you swallow dryly at the course of the conversation.

"Because I wanted to give you a special gift." You answer simply, but that is not enough. "Why?"

"Because you're special." You answer, but the blonde doesn't show any reaction as you expected her to do. Taking a deep breath, you continue. "I mean, you're my friend, of course you're special. But... You know, I-"

Your clumsy speech is interrupted by Yelena stepping forward, bringing her mouth to yours. You freeze, but less than a second later she's pulling away.

"You kissed me." You say astonished, apparently looking at her as surprised as she looks at you. "I did." She says, nodding vigorously. "And I don't know if I did it right but I'd like to do it again."

You can't help but smile at the excess of shyness and hesitation emanating from her, but your chest fills with tenderness.

"Okay." You agree, and the answer seems to have taken the blonde by surprise because she widens her eyes. She stands there, still, and you smile as you do the same.

"Do you want to do it again?" She asks hesitantly, and you let out a soft chuckle in response. "I'm just waiting for you, Belova."

She rolls her eyes then but moves closer to you right away. Yelena brings her face close to yours slowly, and just as your lips are about to touch, you hold your breath.

The kiss is slow and shy, but it makes your heart beat hard in your chest anyway. A moment later, she pulls away.

"I really like you." She confesses, looking at you adoringly. "I've been wanting to say that for a while but I had no idea how."

"That was the perfect way to do it, honestly." You remark humorously, and Yelena giggles in amusement. You smile tenderly. "I really like you too." You confess back, and all you see is a happy smile before Yelena leans in again.

The kiss is more intense this time, her arms wrapping around your waist instinctively, and you feel your knees go weak as you wrap yours around her neck.

And as she deepens the kiss, you can't help but smile against her lips.

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#Day 6: Mistletoe kiss (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

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The Heat | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and the pogues are having a day out on the boat and the heat gets to you. 

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You and the rest of the pogues found a great spot on the water that the boys could fish and swimming was also an option. It was a hot summer day and it being mid day, the sun rays were at their highest of the day. 

You, Kie and Sarah had packed snacks and drinks for all of you, making sure water was included to keep everyone hydrated. The boys were at the back of the boat fishing and the three of you girls were laying up at the front.

Sarah glanced behind y’all to make sure the boys weren’t paying attention. They were in their own little world of conversation. She nudges you, “So..” 

“Yes?” You hold your hand over your head to shield the sun as you look over at her. 

“You and JJ. What’s going on with that?” 

You groan and sit up. 

“yeah yeah, what’s going on with the two of you?” Kie eagerly asks, “I’ve noticed a little change with the two of you. Like how JJ hasn’t gone out on a date in weeks!” 

“That has nothing to do with me.” 

“Oh bullshit.” Sarah curses, “It so does!” She sits up as well. 

“Sarah’s right.” Kie nods, leaning back against the side of the boat, “I even heard him tell a touron the other day he had a girlfriend. Which we know was a lie.” 

You didn’t know that and look at Kie, “He said that he had a girlfriend?” 

“Well yes, but he was lying.”

“Oh for sure, lying.” Sarah confirms, “I think it was a way to keep the girls off him, make sure they knew he wasn’t interested in anyone else.” 

You grab your nearby water taking a sip, “What does all this have to do with me? Me and him are best friends.. you and everyone else on this island knows it.” 

“He’s letting people know he’s taken because he wants you! Not anyone else.” Sarah gives you a duh look, “I mean come on, y/n. you can’t honestly believe he doesn’t have any feelings for you. You two flirt all the time.” 

“He does not have any feelings for me. Plus, the flirting is just friendly banter. How do you girls jump to those kind of conclusions?” You stand, tossing your sunglasses on your bag. You take the chance to take a peek at the boys; JJ was already staring at you. 

“New bathing suit?” JJ calls out to you, covering up the fact he was in deed staring at you, but it wasn’t because he thought it was a new bathing suit. He’d seen that one before. He’s pretty sure you’d wore it last time on the boat. He just hoped you didn’t catch on. 

You glanced down at the bathing suit and raised an eyebrow at him, “Um.. no I’ve had this one.” 

Shit. “oh.” He nods, “It looked new.” He clears his throat and turns back to the water to focus on catching a fish. 

You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the heat, “It’s hot out here. You girls want to get in?” 

Kie and Sarah decline your offer and you make your way to the side of the boat to jump off, suddenly feeling very dizzy. You grab the boat to steady yourself, “Woah..” 

“Hey, you okay?” JJ has already handed off his reel to John B, “You don’t look so good.” 

“I don’t..” You look up to JJ, but as soon as you do, you feel yourself float away. The last thing you hear is JJ’s voice yelling your name. 

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“Should we call 911?! She might have hit her head, got a concussion.” JJ looks up at the pogues, worried. 

“JJ, calm down.” Sarah grabs a towel, wetting it and handing it to JJ, “run that along her forehead and neck to cool her down.” 

Kie grabs another towel, “hold this up and shield her from the sun.” She instructs John B and Pope, who do as she says. 

“She could have hit her head Sarah, I mean what if she has brain damage or something? She might have a concussion.. She could be.. she might not remember us or something.” JJ’s voice is filled with worry as he looks down at you, doing as Sarah said with the towel. 

“JJ, she didn’t hit her head.. You caught her.” Sarah holds back a smile. If only you were awake to see how worried JJ was about you. 

“The heat just got to her. She is probably dehydrated.” Kie says pulling a cold water bottle out of the cooler, “She’s going to be fine, JJ.” She gives his shoulder a pat. 

Your eyes flutter open and you’re immediately met with JJ’s blue ones staring back. Your head is in his lap, “What.. happened.” 

“You fainted.” He abandons the wet towel to grab the water bottle, “Scared us all to death is what you did.” 

“Us?” Sarah laughs. 

JJ gives her a look and you give her a confused look as you slowly sit up, JJ’s free hand on your back to help you sit up, “Thank you.” You say, taking a sip of the water from JJ as he puts the bottle to your lips. 

“We should head back to the Chateau. It’s too hot out here.” JJ looks at John B, who nods in agreement. 

“But we didn’t catch a fish.” Pope mutters softly as he goes to sit down, sad to be leaving so soon without a fish. 

JJ pulls his hat off his head, slipping it on yours, “To shield the sun off you.” He helps you stand so you can sit down on one of the seats. 

“Thank you.” You fix the hat on your head. 

Usually you’re seated in between Sarah and Kie on the boat rides, but JJ doesn’t leave your side. He continues to make you drink the water and also keeps a protective arm behind you on the edge of the boat. 

When the HMS pogue arrives at the Chateau, JJ only leaves your side to help John B and Pope dock the boat. Sarah and Kie beat him to helping you off the dock. “We’re going to get changed.” Sarah says to John B. She sees JJ’s face and holds back a smile, “We’ll keep an eye on her JJ.” 

JJ nods and turns back to help unload the boat with the boys. You and the girls get changed into some comfy clothes as the boys finish bringing the stuff to the porch. Since no fish were caught, John B suggested heading to the market to grab some to cook for dinner tonight. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” Kie nods, “You boys go and us girls will stay here to relax.” 

JJ approaches you on the porch, “You feeling okay?” 

You nod, “Feel better now.” You give him a reassuring smile and hold his hat out to him, “Your hat.” 

He glances at the hat and then his eyes are back on yours, “Keep it.” A small smirk plays on his lips, “Looks better on you anyways.” And with that he backs away from you and jogs off to the van where John B and Pope are waiting. 

You blush and slowly slip on the hat. When JJ sees the hat on you he lets out a whistle, “Damn.” He winks at you and then closes the van door. 

You laugh and shake your head turning around to see Kie and Sarah smiling at you. 

“Oh girl.” Sarah smirks. 

“He’s so in love with you!” Kie adds. 

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hi!! can i request number 9 with jon moxley from the small details for fictional kisses prompt list? thank you, love!! i can’t wait to read it if you decide to do it!! <3

Yes, of course!! I’m always delighted to write Jon for you! I hope you like it. <3

Pairing: Jon Moxley x OFC. Prompts: Unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall. Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Smutty smut. A little rough but nothing super intense. Word Count: 1,767.

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Jon hated wearing suits but damn could he wear the hell out of them when someone finally managed to scam him into it. And she had. Sort of. Just for a night. She grinned to herself as she watched him tug on his tie, pace near the far wall of the room. The attempt to hide her smirk behind her champagne glass was caught by one Britt Baker and the good doctor sauntered over. She settled back against the drink table and grabbed one of her own.

“He is hating every minute of this, isn’t he?”

Britt gestured towards Jon with her glass.

“Oh, for sure,” she answered with a nod. She eyed Jon across the way and the look on his face when he saw that Eddie wasn’t also in a suit was priceless. As blue as his eyes were, she could see how wide they were clear across the room. “Eddie and I figured we might pull a rib on him, tell him that we would all be dressed nice. God, he fought against the tie like a dog with a collar.”

She had wrongly assumed that Jon wouldn’t mind the tie because of that correlation. She had seen all of his matches. But shit, they had almost been late because of that tie. He had threatened to tie her up with it and she should have known better than to dare him to do just that. Eventually, they had gotten their shit together enough to make it out the door and to the event. They could circle back to that later.

“He’s gonna hold this against you for forever, you know,” Britt said. “I’m going to go find Adam so good luck with Jon later. You’ll probably need it. Have fun!”

Britt shot a wink at her as they clinked their glasses together and downed their champagne. Just as she turned to set her empty glass, she could feel a presence behind her. A smile spread on her face.

“So, how pissed is Jon?”

“Truth be told his ass is a little chapped over it, doll.”

That was not Eddie Kingston’s voice. She tried to temper her face as she turned and looked up at him. Jon’s narrowed eyes greeted her.

“Hi, babe,” she said. “Are you having a good time?”

He shook his head, a smirk of disbelief on his face. He reached past her to grab a glass of champagne. He took a sip of it and scrunched his face. It wasn’t to his taste. Not like the bottle of Jack back in their room.

“Oh yeah, you’re gonna hi, babe me like you didn’t do anything wrong?” His low voice rolled through her ears. “You did me dirty, sweetheart. You and Eddie. He’s not getting out of this one and neither are you.”

She traced a finger down the line of open buttonholes at the front of his suit as she looked over him again. He insisted on wearing it unbuttoned, the sleeves pushed up. All broad and muscled, beard trimmed and that earring in. Hair a little messy like he’d just rolled out of bed or bar fight. Rugged and nothing at all like a gentleman.

“Oh, I get it,” he rumbled as he looked down at her, his dimples prominent when he began to grin at her. He made like he was going to kiss her cheek and lingered there. “Is it doing it for you, dressing me up all nice like this? I feel like it’s doing something for you.”

Her face flushed and she looked away for a beat. It was as much confirmation as anything. Jon’s tongue swept across his bottom lip and he nodded when he pulled away.

“Eddie and I thought it would be funny,” she finally said, confidently as she could. She fumbled for a glass and he did the honors of handing her one. She took a long sip of it before she spoke again. “We can go whenever if it’s really that ba--Oh we’re leaving now?”

Her words were all the incentive Jon needed to grab her hand and tug her towards the exit. She barely had time to set her glass down before they were through the double-doors. Thankfully, their room was in the same building the event was being hosted in. The time in the elevator went by quickly with Jon’s hand pulsating around hers, his barely contained energy swelling in the glass and metal box.

As soon as their door beeped them in, he was on her. He stooped down to pick her up against him and slanted his mouth over hers to claim. To bruise. Frustration spilled through and his tongue was harsh against her, his teeth sharp. She fisted his tie in her hand and tugged it hard when she pulled away from his mouth. He went to kiss her again and she pulled away.

“What, doll? What is it?”

His voice was a throaty rasp as his chest heaved. She kissed his cheek before she spoke.

“You said I did you dirty earlier, right?”

His intense eyes burned into her as he pressed her back against the wall. He nodded, then narrowed his eyes. What was she getting at? She made like she wanted to get down and he acquiesced. He grunted when she forced him back against the wall and she could see the way he strained against his suit pants, the way his thick thighs went tight. As much as dressing nice did it for her, he liked it when she got her hands on him and was anything but soft about it. Her hand loosened in his tie and she moved her hand down the front of his dress shirt, undoing the buttons as she went. She stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him and he groaned into her mouth when she popped the last one, her hand splayed across the warm skin of his stomach.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

She knelt down and kissed his stomach. His lips parted as he stared down at her, widened his stance. Her deft hands undid his belt and didn’t bother to pull it through the loops. His zipper went next and she slowly pulled his pants down over his ass, halfway down his thighs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said. His long fingers found a home in her hair. He hissed when she scratched her nails along his hip bones. His hips stuttered forward at the sensation and he tugged at her hair. “You’re gonna kill me. You are killing me.”

She smiled up at him as she palmed him through his briefs. He secured his bottom lip between his teeth once she bared him to the cold air of the hotel room. His abs contracted hard when she took the head of him into her mouth. Then the rest of him slid into the warmth of her mouth and he didn’t care about being quiet. A filthy moan thundered out of him when she took him as deep as she could and dug her nails into the muscle of his ass.

“Fuck, fuck,” he huffed out. “Do I need to wear nice shit more often, doll? Is that it? You like that? You like when I dress all nice for you?”

Her affirmative hum vibrated through him as she worked and his knees almost buckled. The hum turned into a moan and he swore. Such a large, intimidating bruiser of a man nearly brought to his knees just by her lips, her tongue? Fuck.

“Shit,” he heaved out. She felt him stiffen in her mouth and the muscles of his thighs go tight under her hands. The hand in her hair tugged hard and pressed her against him. His eyes fell shut and he leaned back into the wall to brace himself. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna--”

Jon’s words were choked by his guttural groan as he filled the back of her throat. He hissed and his hips stuttered until the grip he had on her hair finally lessened. The back of his hand lightly smacked against the wall as he let her go. She looked up at him, completely debauched and still half-dressed in the suit she picked out for him. Her lipstick clung to his skin. His head fell back against the wall, eyes shut, and he barely startled when she kissed his neck.

He found her mouth with his and she felt his hands trace down her arms, his grip soft. Then the heat of their kiss was turned up and she moaned into his mouth as his tongue pressed against hers. The bliss of his orgasm faded, burned away by the resurgence of heat that made his hands feel warm as brands on her skin.

She moaned his name and reached for him. Except she couldn’t. She opened her eyes. His tie was gone, her hands bound behind her. Jon’s lips stalled against hers and she felt him smile. He pulled away, his breath hot on her moist lips. Hooded eyes looked down at her.

“You dared me earlier, doll,” he said as he guided her back to the bed. He slowly spun her around and pulled her back against him, his chest to her back. She arched against him when he mouthed against her neck. His hand lightly squeezed one of her breasts through her dress. “You remember that?”

She nodded. He squeezed the other and she panted.

“Do you still want me to make good on that?”

She whimpered and her head fell back against his shoulder. A low chuckle rose out of him when she whispered a yes.

“You dressing nice does it for me too,” he admitted as he guided her to bend over the edge of the bed. His hand ran down her back to play with her bound hands, squeeze her ass, then down her thighs to where the hem of the dress was. If it tore a little when he yanked it up over her hips, she didn’t care. He nudged her feet apart and she turned her head against the bed to look back at him. He leaned over her and she shuddered at his breath against her ear. “But fuck, you look damn good like this too. Real fucking good.”

He tore her panties down and the only thought that crossed her mind when he got his hands, all of him, on her, was that she would have to put Jon Moxley in suits more often. Forever, if possible.

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His Protector-Fred Weasley x Reader

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Summary: At the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred is saved by (Y/N), a close friend of the twins. Both have always had feelings for the other, and in true cliche fashion, neither have admitted this. Years after the battle (where things are somewhat back to normal), the twins have remained friends with her, but it’s only at a Weasley family party does (Y/N) finally say something.

Characters: Fred Weasley x Reader, George Weasley x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of death, PTSD, injuries, blood, lots of fluff

(A/N: This is quite long! And also the first time I’ve written for Harry Potter, blame it on my FYP on Tik Tok)

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There were no dry eyes from anyone gathered in the Great Hall. It was full of students, resting from the battle and treating injuries, or mourning over friends who didn't make it. Some were huddled together as they sobbed, others keeping to themselves as they tried to stop the horrifying images keep playing in their minds.

The Weasley’s were gathered around Fred, who was laid out on a makeshift stretcher, tears streaming down their faces as they waited for some sign of him waking up. He had dried blood on his face and partly in his hair. When he was first carried in, their immediate thoughts had been he was dead, because he seemed so lifeless. They were extremely grateful when they realised he was breathing, and he had a heartbeat.

Molly stroked back her son’s hair, trying to calm herself down as to not alarm her children. Never in her life did she think they would have to go through something like this, especially at such a young age. These were her babies, and she was going to protect them with her life like any mother would. George sat beside Fred opposite his mum, praying that his brother's eyes would soon open. Although it had been confirmed that he would be alright, albeit with a few injuries, seeing him lying there made it feel like he wasn’t with them anymore. Suddenly, Fred began to stir, scrunching up his eyes and moaning as he felt the pain throbbing through his body.

“How you feeling Freddie?” George quickly asked as the family got closer.

Fred mumbled something, but no one could understand. 

“What was that Fred?” Molly quietly said.

“(Y/N)...”

“Who? Who are you talking about?” Molly was sure she had heard the name before, perhaps when the boys were still at school. 

“(Y/N), where is she?” Fred moaned.

“I don’t know Freddie.” George replied.“I haven’t seen her since you were brought in.”

“Is..is sh-sh-she a-alive?” Fred was still weak, struggling to speak.

“Fred, please, just rest for now.” Molly begged, not wanting to see him in pain any longer.

“Sh-she’s d-dead?”

As the family struggled to keep Fred still and stop him from panicking, Ginny backed away, knowing the only way Fred would settle was if she found (Y/N). When Fred was carried in, (Y/N) had also been brought him right behind him, but they were separated. She was taken off towards her friends, and in the heat of the moment, Ginny hadn’t questioned if she was alright, making her feel awful.

Although (Y/N) had been close to the twins, she hadn’t been as mischievous as them, not wanting multiple detentions or to get in any trouble as much as they did. It was a surprising friendship between them, especially when (Y/N) was so nice to Ginny, despite the age difference; she was always surprised that the boys never invited her round to their home during the holidays. Because she saw how Fred would sneak glances at the girl, always rolling her eyes at how obvious he was being with his feelings, yet neither one did anything about it. 

Ginny ignored the calls from her dad when she set off in the hall to find (Y/N), bombarding her peers with questions, desperate to find her as quickly as possible. Luckily amongst everyone, she spotted (Y/N)’s friends huddled on the floor, holding onto the unconscious girl’s hands. Ginny startled them as she rushed over.

“Is she...” Ginny started.

“She’s alive. But she’s weak.” one of her friends sniffled.

“We need to move (Y/N).” Ginny demanded.

“What?” 

“She needs to be beside Fred.”

“Why?”

“She just does! Come on, help me move her. Please!”

The girls glanced between each other, and they knew Ginny wouldn’t be requesting such a thing for no reason. They struggled to navigate her body on the stretcher through the people, Ginny going ahead and commanding that they move out of the way. All eyes were on (Y/N), wondering why they were moving her. Ginny gently ushered George and her father out of the way, the men helping lay (Y/N) down on the floor. Fred also watched, slowly turning his head to look at her, expecting to see her beautiful eyes staring back. But when he saw they were shut, he panicked. He shakily reached out for her hand, struggling to find it as they were crossed over on her stomach. George took on her hands, placing it in Fred’s, smiling at the size difference.

Molly and Arthur looked at each other, wondering why this girl was so special to Fred and also why they hadn’t been told much about her.

“This is (Y/N). She saved Fred’s life.” Ginny explained to her parents."She's alive Fred."

Fred didn't reply, still staring at her and grasping onto her hand. His mind flashed back to seeing her save him, hearing how angry and upset she was as she shouted out her spell, somehow defending him from his death and saving herself. He had blacked out before he could see if she was safe. Although he heard Ginny, it didn't make him feel any better. He just wanted to see her eyes open. That was it.

"(Y/N)." he tried to raise his voice, but his throat was so hoarse that it came out as a whisper. He tried shaking her hand slightly, and again, he was too weak to even do that.

George held (Y/N)'s other hand, trying to help his brother wake up their friend. He too wanted her to wake up, and not just for his brother's sake. Her eyes fluttered open, then quickly shut again. Instinctively she was going to rub her eyes until she realised her hands were preoccupied.

"What's happening?" she breathed out, looking around at the Weasley family.

"You're safe dear." Molly reassured her.

"You're alive." Fred smiled, relief flooding through him.

(Y/N) only realised it was Fred talking beside her, breathlessly laughing as her head lulled to the side. There he was, alive just as she was.

"Fred? Oh my...Y-you're here."

"All thanks to you." George smiled, squeezing her hand.

"I'm so..." she gulped before continuing."I'm so happy you're both safe."

"Please don't do that again." Fred begged.

"Do what?"

"Put yourself in danger to save me."

"Don't be stupid Freddie. You can thank me later."

"Let me guess...lots and lots of chocolates."

"Exactly."

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(Y/N) yawned as she packed up her things from work, tired after another long week. She passed co-workers, waving goodbye and smiling as she left the building. As she put on her hat, she looked up at the sky, smiling at the sight of snow falling. It was turning dark, and seeing the snowflakes illuminated by the street lights made the street she walked down everyday look beautiful. (Y/N) took her first few steps towards her route home, suddenly stopping for an unknown reason. Something was pulling her in the other direction, she wanted to take a different path today.

Following her instincts, she walked in the opposite direction, hypnotised by the weather around her. Once she reached the end of the street, she looked up at the sign post, and the only part of it not covered in snow was the one that said 'Diagon Alley'. She hadn't been down there for so long, she hadn't seen two certain men for so long.

Why was she headed there? And of all the times to go, why now? She hadn't seen the twins for months, not because she didn't want to, but because she was so busy, as were they. Continuing her walk, she thought back to how often they would spend time together, especially after what happened to Hogwarts. She needed solidarity, she needed to be reminded that Fred was still there, that she didn't dream saving him, it had to be real. (Y/N) would regularly visit them, or vice versa, trying to act like everything was normal and that they weren't effected by anything that had happened.

The shops were closed, she could see the owners locking up, beginning to tidy everything away. Lights were dim, signs now said 'closed' and she was one of the few people left in the street after a busy day of shopping. As (Y/N) approached 'Weasleys Wizard Wheezes', she grew nervous, wondering if this really was a good idea. She hadn't seen them for all this time and now she was suddenly turning up on their shop doorstep? Was it rude? Was she being stupid in thinking that they would be totally fine seeing her after a working day?

Mustering up as much courage as she could, (Y/N) forced herself to the front door, seeing that no last minute customers were left. She tried opening the door, luckily it was open, and let herself in.

"Sorry, we're closed!" a voice shouted out.

"Even for me?" she cheekily called back, giggling when a confused George poked his head around a pile of boxes.

He grinned, practically running towards (Y/N) with his arms open wide."Where have you been little miss?"

"I'm sorry, I know this is a random visit but...I don't know, I just thought of coming to see you and Freddie."

"You're welcome here any time of any day. You know that."

They pulled apart, still smiling."Thanks, I just feel bad that I've not made much effort."

"Hey, we're all busy now. Don't worry about it. I'll go get Fred, he's going to love this!"

George was ecstatic as he dashed off to find his brother. All of them were to blame for not catching up more often than they used to, and he had seen how it effected Fred. They had all been each others support system after the battle, but it was clear that Fred and (Y/N) hugged a little tighter than they used to, looked into each others eyes longer, and smiled as much as possible when together. George had always wanted to set them up (he would have preferred involving pranks somehow) and that old itch was back. These two were hopeless with their feelings for one another, he just had to give them a little push in the right direction...into each others arms.

"Freddie!" George exclaimed, laughing when his brother almost dropped a box out of fright.

"What?" Fred sighed as he recovered, placing the box on the floor. He just wanted to get the stock out for the next morning and go home.

"Come see who has paid us a visit."

George said no more, going back to the shop floor, leaving Fred rolling his eyes as he followed. He rolled up his shirt sleeves as they slid down his arms, not paying much attention to his surroundings. So when he looked up and he saw her, his mouth dropped open, shocked to see (Y/N) standing there.

"Would you just get over here and hug me?" (Y/N) joked, though not as boldly as she used to.

Fred just laughed as he did what she said, reaching down to wrap his long arms around her. She had miss how he held her, how tightly he clung onto her, as if it were their last hug ever. George just stood there, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for them to finish.

"What are you doing here?" Fred asked.

"Just wanted to see you both." (Y/N) simply stated.

"Well I'm glad you did."

"How about we go for some drinks? It is the end of the week after all." George suggested.

(Y/N) nodded."Yeah, I'm up for that."

"Well then, let's get packed up Freddie."

(Y/N) offered to help, but the twins refused. They came in and out of the stock room, being as quick as they could. (Y/N) took the opportunity to walk around, see what items they were selling. There were some new products, but most were older classics. She reminisced over all the times the boys used pranks such as the ones in the shop, and how they could sometimes get a lighter punishment, just because everyone loved them. She took part in a few schemes here and there, but only the harmless ones, the ones that would only land her in detention if they got caught.

She came to a stand that held numerous love potions. She smiled as she remembered making Amortentia in her lessons. That had been an awkward class. No one wanted to be picked on and asked what theirs smelt like, not in front of their peers. (Y/N) knew who's hers smelt like as soon as the lid of the bottle popped off.

"No luck in the love department then?" George smirked as he put on his coat.

"Hm?" (Y/N) hadn't been paying attention, thinking back on old times.

"Still not found 'the one'?"

"Oh, no, I don't have time for any of that."

"Well, hopefully Mr Right just stumbles into your life." George was growing more excited by the second.

"Yeah, hopefully."

"Right, ready to go?" Fred appeared.

"Yes-Oh!" George startled them."Freddie, I just had a great idea."

"Oh here we go." (Y/N) joked.

"(Y/N) should come home with us, to the Burrow, for mum's party!"

"A party? Why is your mum throwing a party?"

"Dad got a little bonus at work, mum thinks it's something to celebrate. And it's an excuse for her to get the whole family back together."

"That is an amazing idea actually." Fred beamed.

"I can't impose on something like that. Especially since it's a family thing."

"Nonsense." the twins said in unison.

"Are you sure? I mean, I haven't seen your family for so long."

"Mum would love it." Fred reassured her.

"OK then!" (Y/N) grinned."I've always loved a Weasley party."

"That's settled then," George opened the door,"we'll discuss the details over those drinks that are waiting for us."

                                       *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Smoothing down her dress once again, (Y/N) checked her tights for any holes or ladders. She had planned her outfit a week before the party, changing her mind countless times before she finally decided on what she wanted to wear. All morning, her heart had been racing, stomach twisting into knots as nerves got the better of her. Why was she so nervous? She had met the Weasley’s many times, she even stayed the Burrow!

There was a knock at the door, meaning the boys were here to pick her up. Sighing, she checked herself one last time in the mirror before going to answer the door. As she opened it, she noticed it was only Fred standing there, no sign of George.

"Hi, where's George?" she asked as she let Fred inside the flat. She took a note of the smart-casual shirt he was wearing; thank god, she was dressed correctly.

"He's waiting downstairs. Said he can't be arsed to walk up all those stairs. Even though there is a lift..."

"Since when did he become so lazy?" (Y/N) giggled, grabbing her handbag and keys. Turning back around, she saw Fred staring at her.

"(Y/N), you look..." Fred was speechless, which was rare for him. He always had a witty remark, a joke or a flirty comment at the ready, but when he was around (Y/N), those words seemed to get stuck in his throat,"...beautiful."

(Y/N) smiled, ducking her head to hide her blush."Th-thanks Freddie. You look very handsome too."

There were so many more words that he wanted to use to compliment her. He wanted to slap himself for using such a basic word. (Y/N) was gorgeous, she was dazzling, he could believe such a smart, independant and caring woman was in his life. Why did he have to stutter or forget how to speak when he was around her? The real words he wanted to say were on the tip of his tongue, but they would never leave there.

Awkwardly laughing, they left the flat, meeting George outside. George noticed their pink cheeks but didn't mention it, knowing they had embarrassed themselves enough in front of each other.

The journey was full of banter and inside jokes, making it seem like they were students again at Hogwarts. (Y/N)'s nerves about seeing the Weasley’s again had disappeared, but new ones emerged. And they were all because of Fred. (Y/N) wasn't stupid, she had always had feelings for him. But after the battle, she hadn't snatched him up, something held her back, and she just couldn't bring herself to even talk to Fred about it, like any other normal adult would.

The Burrow was just ahead, now the nerves were taken over by excitement. Fred and George reminded (well, warned) (Y/N) how excited their mum was going to be, but she didn't mind. It would be great to receive such an inviting reception. She walked between the twins up to the house, letting them go in first, hesitating slightly as she took in how many people were there; they weren't joking when they said everyone would be there.

"Mum, look who else we brought." Fred struggled to say as he was smothered with kisses across his face.

Molly finally let him go, her smile turning into a shocked expression before letting out a scream, making everyone jump. She didn't waste time bringing (Y/N) into a bone crushing hug. (Y/N) would have laughed if she could breathe, but didn't complain.

"Oh, it's so good to see you dear! It's been too long since you've been back here." Molly held (Y/N)'s cheeks in her hands, looking at how the young girl she knew had turned into a beautiful woman.

“I couldn’t say no when Fred and George invited me.” (Y/N) said through squished lips. 

“Alright mum, give her some air.” George gently chuckled.

“Oh, this is so nice.” Molly beamed, glancing between (Y/N) and Fred, who was already looking at her. 

It took a good ten minutes for the twins and (Y/N) to greet everyone. She always forgot how many Weasley’s there were, some she had not seen for years. Homemade food was laid out on the table (far more than what was needed), everyone nibbling at anything they fancied as they spoke over drinks. There was a toast held for Arthur, who humbly thanked everyone, bashful over Molly’s speech; and she didn’t leave out mentioning how lovely it was that the family was extending, referring to (Y/N). She had blushed too much recently, avoiding eye contact with Fred as everyone stared at the pair who were stood together.

The day was moving on too quickly, it was becoming dark outside, and she didn’t want the night to end. The family had split into groups, still having much to talk about. (Y/N) decided to refill her drink, parting from the others to head to the kitchen. Just as she found another bottle to open, someone appeared beside her. Craning her neck upwards, she flinched back as Fred held out her coat to her, along with her hat, scarves and gloves.

“We’re not leaving are we?” (Y/N) frowned, not wanting to leave.

“Just popping out.” Fred smiled.

After getting wrapped up, (Y/N) followed Fred outside. Once again, it was lightly snowing, starting to stick to the ground which was already frosty, the sound of grass crunching underneath their shoes. She nonchalantly looped her arm through his, snuggling into him (if he asked, she would blame it on the cold), her heart fluttering when Fred instead wrapped his arm around her shoulders, meaning they could be closer. They didn’t stray too far from the house, Fred casting Lumos to light the way. There was a crumbling stone wall which Fred confidently hopped onto. (Y/N) waited for some part of it to collapse, and when it didn't, she joined him, having to jump higher to reach the top. He laughed, forgetting how much advantage his height have him almost everyday.

"We've never sat here before." (Y/N) commented.

"Honestly, I didn't even know it was here."

"So we were just wandering around?" (Y/N) smiled.

"Yeah." Fred confessed.

“How come you wanted to get out of the house?”

“Uh...I wanted to, well, I thought we could talk.”

“About?” she dragged out the word.

“When I saw you again, after all this time, I realised what an idiot I’ve been.”

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously we’re busy, we’ve both got jobs and it’s always harder to meet up. But I regret that so much. After...what happened at Hogwarts, you were my rock, I always felt normal around you, as if nothing had happened. We were able to carry on with our lives like we had planned. When I didn’t see you, I would lie awake all night with that image of you beside me in the hall. It would never go away.”

“Why have you never told me any of this?” 

“I’ve been too scared to reveal anything. I didn’t want to bring anything up, because who would want to be with someone who is still stuck in the past?”

“I would. Fred, you’re not alone in this. I’ve always felt the same. I visited you all those times because my mind would make me think that I never saved you. And if I hadn’t....I don’t know how I would have gone on. Because if I didn’t have you in my life-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, please. We’ve been through so much that we shouldn’t have. But we’re here now, together again.”

Fred held her hand, slowly interlocking their fingers. They both looked down, butterflies erupting in their stomach. The pair glanced at each other, quickly looking away when they realised how close their faces were.

“Why are we acting like kids at school again?” (Y/N) laughed.

“You’re asking the guy who owns and runs a joke shop with his brother, I don’t think I’ve ever stopped being a kid.”

“We did, once.”

“(Y/N), we don’t have to think about that anymore. It’s in the past.”

“Freddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember the last time we were in a situation like this? When you actually had the courage to ask me to the Yule ball?”

“And we went as friends?”

She nodded.“Yep. You know, I was a little disappointed when you added that part.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was sort of hoping you would ask me out as well. Then when you said that, and I just gave up trying. You never noticed me flirting anyway.”

“I never asked you because I never knew. And you also had guys after you so I didn’t think I had a chance.”

“Are you joking? Fred, no one else was wanting to date me.”

“Now you’re the one who is joking.”

“Well...”

“Well?”

“Let’s not make this more awkward than it already is.”

“Oh it’s awkward now?”

“Fred!” (Y/N) exclaimed but couldn’t help laughing along with him.

“No, no, I’m enjoying this.”

“Fred Weasley, after all this time being idiots and wasting time not being together...”

“What? Did you change your mind-”

(Y/N) didn’t know how to say it, instead closing the already small gap them and kissing him. Fred was shocked by how forward she was, but wasted no time kissing back. Her hands cupped his cheeks as Fred’s hands wound themselves around her waist. This had been long overdue. As they pulled away, breathless from the passionate kiss, Fred started to chuckle.

“What is it?” (Y/N) asked.

“Mum is gonna scream when she finds out about this.”

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Two. Jackbox Shenanigans

warnings: swearing word count: 2.6k (not including pictures) behind the screen (irl dream x reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

Y/n flinched awake, startled by the sounds traveling from the kitchen. Once again, the frosty air pricked her skin, trying to convince her to not move, to stay in bed under the warm blankets. Despite the feeling pulling her into her bed, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. Texts from Karl flooded her screen and she replied as she took her comforter off her mattress and wrapped it around herself. She pattered to the source of the noise to find her roommate was making food.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Naomi asked, eyes wide with concern as she looked at Y/n. "I dropped a pan."

Y/n, who was observing the world through one squinted eye, shook her head and she sat at the counter in the kitchen. "No, I should be awake anyway."

"You're usually awake much earlier. Late night?"

Y/n nodded. "George streamed and we all talked for a little after."

"Oh, yeah, I watched his stream this morning..." she started, eyes focused on the food in front of her but Y/n still caught the mischievous glint in her roommate's eyes.

"Of course you did," Y/n laughed through a yawn. "That's your lover."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you gave me his number he would be."

"He doesn't give it to many people. I just barely got it and I've been friends with him for a year. I'm pretty sure Karl doesn't even have it."

Naomi groaned, though Y/n knew it was a joke... for the most part. She got another text from Karl, and consulted Naomi for a second opinion.

"Should I post this?" Y/n asked, lazily holding up her phone with a picture on the screen. Naomi squinted as she looked back over her shoulder. "Karl keeps yelling at me too."

"Yeah! That's a cute outfit. Make sure to credit Karl or he'll yell at you for that as well."

"No chance I'm doing that."

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Incoming FaceTime... karol <3

Y/n hit accept and held the phone up to make a face at Karl. He mimicked the position. "Hello, sir."

"Hello, ma'am."

"What are you doing?" she asked him, walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her comforter dragging on the floor behind her as it continued to protect her from the cold.

Karl got distracted and started messing with something out of the camera view. "Um, trying to figure out what to do for my stream tonight. What about you?"

"I'm waiting for you to give me a fit check!" Y/n yelled. Karl quickly looked at the camera and smiled. He set his phone down on his desk and ran backward so his whole body was in frame. He posed awkwardly a few different ways before running back and resuming his position.

"Yes!" Y/n hyped with a mouthful of toothpaste. "Let's go, Karl! Karl with the old man sweater!!"

He giggled. "You're the one that told me to buy it."

"Because it's sick. Doesn't mean it didn't belong to an old man before you."

Karl pouted before his face lit up. "Guess what. I met a girl."

"Oh?" Y/n cooed. "Where? Do you have pictures? Is she cute?"

"She's Jimmy's new cameraman. Camerawoman. I don't have pictures, and yes. She's very cute." His cheeks turned red and Y/n smiled, flipping off the bathroom light and heading to her closet. She threw her comforter back on the bed and tried to pick out an outfit.

"Come on, bud, elaborate. What's her name? Have you asked her out yet?"

"You don’t get to know her name, I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, you’ll just look ‘Mr Beast crew’ and find out anyway. Also, no, I haven’t. I'm pretty sure she thinks I hate her because I have not said a single word to her. I get so nervous when she's around I freeze up and just like... act weird. And then as soon as she's gone, Chris freaking roasts me so bad."

"Aw, I can teach you how to flirt if you want!"

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"What's with the attitude? I'm great at flirting."

"No, you're not. I watched Gogy's stream last night."

"What does that have anything to do with anything?"

"I heard the way you spoke to Dream."

"What?!"

"You have zero game, Y/n. Absolutely none. Zilch, if you will."

"Yeah, because I wasn't flirting with him?"

"Not successfully, at least."

"Karl, what?" Y/n laughed but she was so confused. "No part of me was trying to flirt with anyone in that stream."

"Oh, come on," Karl groaned. "Don't do this again. Don't pretend to not like a guy and then cry to me when you're wack ass attempts don't win him over."

"Karl," Y/n started, looking directly at him. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't flirting with him. I do not like him."

"I'm just saying, you talk about him a lot. Like, you always panic when he interacts with your posts because you're scared he's going to DM you right after. And you gush about him a lot."

"I do not gush. I admire the hard work he puts into his videos but I talk the same about him as I do with George and Sapnap. The only difference is I'm friends with them and not Mr. Minecraft. He's intimidating, that doesn't mean I have a crush on him."

Karl stared for a moment, trying to read Y/n's expression to detect any lies. "You'd tell me if you did, right?"

"Karl, I tell you everything. I'd tell you if I murdered your family." They both laughed. "It's impossible to hide anything from you, you're my best friend."

"Okay, sweet, but please don't murder my family, just to be clear."

"I won't. I love your mom too much."

"Well, how was meeting Dream, then? Despite apparently not being in love with him?"

"It was cool. Terrifying because it felt very forced but the four of us hung out on the call after George ended his stream and he was much more relaxed."

"That's true. Aren't we all?"

"Not you! You're the exact same person on and off camera. Just a little ball of giggles."

Karl giggled which made them both laugh more. Suddenly, as if he completely forgot until that moment, Karl sat up quickly and yelled, "What am I going to do for the stream?"

Y/n shrugged. "See if anyone wants to play Jackbox. Chat always loves those and it's relatively easy to throw together last minute. You just need to find people that are free to play."

"Genius. Who should we invite?"

"We?"

"Yeah. It was your idea, you have to play."

"But, I've never played! And I barely know all your friends so I wouldn't get half the inside jokes. I'd be a boring addition."

"Please? They're your friends too! You just talked to Sapnap and George for four hours yesterday and George was the only one playing anything. That's friendship if I've ever seen it."

"But... others.... like literally everyone besides Sap and George...."

"Things like this are how you get to know them better. Besidessss, you're never boring."

"Fine, I'll play."

"YES!" he shouted. "Okay, who should we invite?"

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Y/n huffed and scooted her chair closer to her desk. She pulled up Discord and hovered over the voice chat everyone was in. An overwhelming number of voices chaotically spoke over each other as soon as she joined.

"Oh no," she mumbled.

"AYYEE!!" a voice yelled, the green bubble lighting around Quackity's name confirming her suspicions.

"Aye," she said back less enthusiastic. "Hi everyone."

"She's here!" George cheered.

Y/n could hear Sapnap huff. "Finally. Geesh."

"This isn't even your stream, calm down." Y/n's eyes scanned the names on the left to read who else was involved in tonight's games. She had suggested a few people to Karl but wasn't sure about the final list. Besides the boys who had already greeted her were BadBoyHalo and Dream.

"Hello, Bugsy! It's nice to meet you! I'm BadBoyHalo."

Y/n smiled widely at his voice. "Hi, BadBoyHalo! Nice to meet you too."

Her eyes slowly traveled to the last name on the list, which had yet to greet her. She wasn't bitter, but she was curious why he hadn't said anything yet. The boys hyped up him talking about her so much but she had yet to feel that energy from him. She picked at the bottom of her hoodie, eyes darting between the names as they lit up when someone spoke.

"Is Dream still AFK?" Sapnap asked.

"I think so," Bad replied.

Maybe that's the only reason he hadn't said anything. Y/n felt stupid for thinking it had anything to do with her.

"He's probably coding something or something like that," George teased.

"Haha nerdy ass man," Quackity cackled.

"Language."

"Don't you also code shit, George?" Sapnap called out. "You're probably helping him test something after this, huh? As Quackity said, nerdy ass man."

"You know what, Sapnap? I'm not sure I like your attitude all that much."

Y/n smiled. Despite feeling nervous, she was already having fun just listening to everyone talk. The real nerves would kick in when they were live in front of tens of thousands of people and she would have to be funny.

A message popped up in the general chat, notifying everyone that Karl was joining the voice call soon so they shouldn't say anything bad.

"Everyone say something weird," Quackity directed.

Discord dinged and Karl's name joined the list on the side. "AAAHHHH-!" he started yelling over everyone to let them know he was here in case they were saying anything bad. With his luck, they were going to say stuff anyway to mess with him.

"So, yeah, that's how I lost my virginity," Quackity said as if he just finished a story.

"To a prostitute?" Sapnap added quickly. "Wow, I never thought you... oh Karl!"

"Language!" Bad gasped.

"What the..." Karl laughed loudly. "What did I just join?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry," Quackity apologized, which was hard to make out since he was laughing so hard, surprised at what Sapnap added to his joke.

"Bad, you can't say language about a prostitute," Sapnap defended. "That's really rude of you. Maybe it's a little unconventional but they're just tryna make some money the best way they know how."

George laughed with Quackity as Bad sputtered. "I-I said language about what Quackity said!"

"What, virginity?" Karl asked innocently and Bad yelled again.

"Bad hates people who have had sex!" Y/n called, causing Quackity to laugh loudly.

"Bad! How could you?! That's so messed up!"

"Wait, guys, is everyone here?" Karl asked.

"Dream isn't. We don't know where he went."

Karl groaned and started typing something, presumably yelling at Dream to join.

"Let's goooo! We're popping off!" Quackity started saying, stalling. "We're popping off!" George joined him, becoming absolute fools to keep the chat entertained.

"Okay, he's here!" Karl said. "Everyone's here!"

"I'm here, I'm here, sorry. I was... yeah, sorry," Dream stuttered out.

"Welcome back, Dream!" Bad chirped.

"Hello!" he replied. Unexpectedly, his next greeting was directed at Y/n. "Hi, Bug."

Y/n instantly got shy for no discernable reason. She blamed it on his voice and its ability to manipulate emotions any way he wanted. That and she was getting attention from someone first. "Hi," she squeaked back, hoping the contrast of her icy hands would cool her face enough to focus on the game.

"Bugsy, you are adorable," Bad stated simply.

"Sapnap! What did you just send me?" George asked loudly, and just like that, the attention was off of her and she could breathe again.

"What?" Sapnap feigned innocence.

This was going to be a long game.

"Let's play!" Karl decided. "Should we warm up with some Quippy?"

Y/n focused intensely on her answers, silently hoping the others would find her funny.

"Oh my gosh," she mumbled as everyone else finished writing. "Y'all, I'm about to get Quiplashed so hard. Don't make fun of me."

"I seriously doubt it," Dream said. "You can't possibly be worse than George at this game."

"Shut up, we always-  it's like 3 am my time. I can't, like, think of things 'cause my brain isn't functioning."

"Yeah, that's why," Sapnap teased.

"Surreee," Dream said.

The first round wasn't too bad. Y/n was in 5th place but she got quite a few laughs so she didn't care too much about where she stood. She got a notification from Dream on Twitter as everyone laughed at one of Quackity's answers.

Y/n looked back at her screen and saw the new prompt and answers. She read them quickly as everyone was laughing and with a few seconds left to choose, voted for the one on the left. It was funnier anyway.

She loosened up substantially after another round, and she knew it was mostly because Dream had reached out to her. Something about him comforted her and made her feel safe, which warmed her heart.

"Bugsy! What the hell, that's so messed up. You're so messed up," Quackity yelled, laughing at the answer on the screen. They were playing Survive the Internet and her comment got taken way out of context, just as the game intended.

"Oh my gosh!" Karl cackled loudly. "Bugsy, I didn't know you felt that way. Oh my gosh? They're just kids?? Bugsy out the gang?"

Y/n hid her face in her hands and laughed. "Noooo!! Wait I never knew- I didn't know I was ever in the gang?"

"She really said, 'infant children? slaughter them all'," Sapnap joked.

"You know, I think you'd get along really well with Technoblade," Dream added. "Though his specialty is orphans, as it appears."

"No, no, no, whoever wrote that heading is SO messed up!" Y/n defended, rereading the heading that made her comment look bad. She knew it was a game but all the attention on her was making her embarrassed. "Who would think to put that?"

"Everyone cancel Busgy!" Karl yelled.

"Karl, no! You're supposed to be my best friend!"

"I don't know how I feel about my best friend killing children..."

"Karl!!"

"Nooo," Bad protested softly. "I like Bugsy. Don't cancel her."

"Everyone vote!"

The article with Y/n's name turned out to be Dream's. "Dream! What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled, causing him to wheeze loudly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wanted point."

The whole night ended up being like that. Y/n had a lot of fun and by the end, she felt a lot more comfortable with all of them. Quackity, Karl, and Sapnap were loud and very high energy while George and Bad were quieter. Dream was half and half, sometimes matching Quackity's volume and sometimes going a while without saying a word. Overall, Y/n had a lot of fun and hoped to let back in the gang in the future.

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A/N: WOOO PART TWOOO!! Hope you guys enjoyed this part! Also thank you so much for all the love on the first part!! I did not expect it to get as much attention as it did!!!!!

we clearly haven’t got to dream and yn being close yet bc they literally met the day before this but i added a small little dream/yn moment :] pls let me know how you liked this part!!!!!!!!!!!! 

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[fruitcoops]

i would love to read coops doing one of those lie detector youtube videos!!

This was such a fun fic to research! I highly recommend watching the Try Guys Lie Detector videos if you'd like some context. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Why are there so many of these?” Remus muttered, shaking his hand around. A series of multicolored wires smacked the table and Marlene rolled her eyes as she passed. “Sorry.”

“Welcome back to Lion Pride!” Sirius said as he turned to the camera with a smile. “I’m Sirius Black, and I’m here today with my husband, Remus Lupin, to get some answers.”

“We are also joined by Mark, who is an expert at reading polygraphs,” Remus added.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt raised his hand in a slight wave. “Thanks for having me. Since you’re already hooked up, you’ll be going first. This machine measures your sweat, your heart rate, and a couple other common tells for liars. Do you lie often?”

Remus hesitated; Sirius hid a smile in his hand. “No, since I suck at lying, but I’ll do it if it makes somebody feel better. I think I’m pretty good at that.”

They stared at the polygraph for a moment before Mark nodded. “Checks out. Take it away, Sirius.”

Sirius cleared his throat and took a notecard from his stack. “Was going to college worth it?”

“Yes,” Remus answered almost immediately. “I don’t know what I would have done without getting my degree and staying close to hockey. Wouldn’t have met you, for one.”

“True,” Mark said without looking up.

“Do you like my playoff beard?”

“I do, yeah.” Mark raised his eyebrows and Remus pressed his lips together. “Okay, sometimes it’s a little much, but you’re pretty good about keeping things under control.”

“Alright,” Sirius said with playful skepticism. “Good to know. Who’s your favorite Lion?”

“Besides you? Talker.”

“Yeah, we don’t need a polygraph to know that,” Sirius laughed when Mark nodded. “Did you like my last haircut?”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus said under his breath, looking away.

“I knew it.”

“It wasn’t bad—”

“He’s lying,” Mark interrupted.

Remus turned to him with betrayal written all over his expression. “Dude!”

“You are.”

“Answer the question, Loops,” Sirius said, leaning back in his chair. “How did you feel about my last haircut?”

He bit his lower lip. “It was a little too short and really threw me off for a couple days. But you didn’t like it, either.”

“I didn’t,” Sirius agreed, grinning. “But I vividly remember several ‘no, honey, you look great’ conversations.”

“Next question,” Remus sighed.

“Ha! This one is self-explanatory. Have you ever lied to me?”

“Yes, but only when I knew it would make you feel better.”

“True,” Mark confirmed.

“Do you think you’re a better dog owner than me?”

Remus thought for a moment. “No.”

“True.”

“Do you think I’m a better dog owner than you?” Sirius asked.

“No. I think we balance each other well, and we wouldn’t be as good apart.”

“True again.”

“Interesting.” Sirius surveyed the cards. “Do you trust me?”

“A hundred percent,” Remus answered without hesitation. Mark nodded.

“Do you think I would be a good dad?”

He rested his chin on his hand, then smiled a little. “I do, yeah. I think you know what to do and what notto do, and you’re very protective without being controlling. So, yeah. You’d be a good dad.”

Mark glanced over. “He’s telling the truth.”

Sirius leaned across the table and kissed Remus on the cheek. “Merci. Oh, this’ll be fun. Is any of our relationship just for show, especially on Lion Pride?”

Remus narrowed his eyes with a hum. “Yes and no.”

“Pick one,” Mark said.

“In a general sense? Yeah, sure. We’re not perfect all the time, but we pretend to be. The specifics stay honest, though. None of our relationship is based on building clout. We keep the core genuine.”

The polygraph beeped for a moment. “He’s telling the truth.”

“This one is super morbid. Ready?” Sirius rested his elbows on the table. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds Jules. Which one do you drop?”

“I love you, but I would absolutely drop you,” Remus said after only a brief period of thought.

“Oh, thank god,” Sirius huffed. “I would be so upset if it was the other way around.”

“Right? I love you more than anything, but it’s Jules.”

Remus turned to Mark, who shrugged. “True.”

“Do you think we live together well?” Sirius asked.

“After a full year of it?” Remus laughed. “Yeah, I do.”

“True.”

Sirius checked the list and his eyebrows rose. “You’re going to hate this one.”

“Am I?”

“What do you really think about my parents?”

Remus’ smile turned thin and Sirius spread his hands in a see? motion. He was quiet for a few seconds, then ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m allowed to use those words on this channel. Um, I don’t like them.”

Mark snorted. “Very true.”

“Last one,” Sirius warned, though his eyes crinkled happily at the edges. “Do you know how much I love you?”

“That’s cute,” Remus said. “And…yeah. I think I do.”

“Wrong,” Sirius said before Mark could answer. “You have absolutely no idea.”

“Sap,” Remus scoffed. His cheeks were pink, and he pressed a quick kiss to Sirius’ temple while they swapped chairs.

“He was telling the truth,” Mark informed them as he helped Remus untangle his arm and hand, then transferred the devices to Sirius. “Though I am interested to see the flipside. Do you lie often?”

“Not anymore. I’m pretty good at it, though.”

“First one: have you ever had a crush on one of your teammates?”

“Oh, for sure,” Sirius said with a light laugh. “I never did anything about it, but I was the king of pining for a solid decade.”

“True,” Mark affirmed.

Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Who is the handsomest Lion?”

Sirius bit his lip, making a thoughtful noise. “That’s a tough one. I’m assuming a player other than you?”

“Yes.”

“In that case…I think Dumo is the classic definition of ‘handsome’ even though he is so not my type, but Kasey might be the most attractive.”

“Not Pots?” Remus teased. Sirius pulled a face and flicked him on the arm.

“He’s being honest,” Mark said.

“Do you think you’re the best player on the team?”

“…no.”

“He’s lying.”

“Shit.” Sirius sighed heavily as Remus looked at him over the edge of his notecard. “Look, it’s—it’s not an ego thing.”

“It’s the captain thing, isn’t it?” Remus sounded quite amused.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, defeated. “It’s stupid, I know.”

Mark nodded. “He’s telling the truth.”

“Oh, another parent one,” Remus remarked. “Did my parents scare you?”

“Not really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “You’re right in the middle.”

“Huh.” He thought for a few seconds. “I think seeing you all together was a lot like meeting Dumo’s family the first time. You’re just so…normal. And you genuinely like each other. So I wasn’t scared, but it was definitely an adjustment.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, they adore you. I’m glad we didn’t chase you off, though. Does it really bother you that I leave my socks around the house?”

Sirius pressed his lips together as several people off-screen began to laugh. “I can’t answer that.”

“See, that’s all the answer I need.”

“Fine. Yes, but only because I don’t know where you get them from. You don’t actually own that many socks, and I still find them every-fucking-where.”

“True,” Mark said.

“I’ll try to keep a better eye on things,” Remus assured him, smiling. “You are Spiderman, and you’re holding two trolleys over a lake. One holds me, and one holds James. Which one do you drop?”

“Goddammit,” Sirius muttered, tilting his head back. He thought for a long, long moment. “I can’t answer that.”

The polygraph buzzed. “False.”

Sirius shook his head. “Neither of you. I wouldn’t drop either.”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “True.”

“On a much lighter note,” Remus said with a cough. “Which of us is lazier?”

“Me.”

“True.”

“Really?” Remus gave him a baffled look. “You work so hard all the time.”

Sirius shrugged. “Agree to disagree?”

“Fine, but I hope you know taking time for yourself doesn’t mean you’re lazy.” He shuffled through the cards. “Oh, this’ll be very interesting. Do you think I talk too much?”

“No.”

“True.”

Remus sat back in his chair, a pleased blush coloring his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting that. Good answer, I love you. Do you think we’ll get divorced someday?”

“Oh, god, no.” Sirius’ previous self-satisfaction turned to revulsion. “I don’t even want to think about that.”

“True,” Mark said again. “For someone who said he was good at lying, you’re very honest.”

“No point in lying with that thing around, is there?”

Remus shrugged. “Saves time, for sure. Have you kissed any of our friends?”

“Yeah,” he snorted.

To his credit, Mark didn’t even let a smile slip through. “True.”

“Do you enjoy getting stopped in public by fans?”

“Fans, yes. Ex-fans who take it upon themselves to explain why I shouldn’t be gay, no.” He paused, then shook his head with a smile. “I’m not good at talking to people, but I do like it when people say hello. It’s cool.”

“True.”

Remus raised his notecards. “Two left, and the first one is hella morbid.”

“Hella,” Sirius murmured, earning himself a teasing glare.

“Watch it. If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?”

The playfulness dropped away. “What?”

“If I died, how long would you wait to get remarried?” Remus repeated.

Sirius looked horrified by the very thought. “I wouldn’t.”

“True,” Mark said, seemingly uncaring about the alarm on Sirius’ face.

“Even if it happened tomorrow?”

“First of all, thanks for my new nightmare. Second, no. I wouldn’t get married again.” He kissed Remus’ forehead gently. “Let’s not test that, though. Like ever.”

“Deal. Ready for the last one?”

“As long as nobody else is in danger of death.”

“I dunno, it’s a tough one.” Remus gave him a solemn look across the table. “I need you to be really honest with me on this one. Do you think you have better hair?”

Sirius blinked at him, then burst out laughing. Even Mark’s lips twitched into a suppressed smile. “Oh my god.”

“What’s so funny?” Remus asked, completely poker-faced. “This is important, honey. I’m really counting on you to be genuine with me here—”

“You can’t even—” Sirius broke off again and gestured to Remus’ face, which turned steadily pinker as he bit down a grin. “You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“My face is the only straight thing about me. You know this. Answer the question.”

“He’s trying so hard,” Sirius managed as he looked to the camera. “So hard, mon dieu.”

“Shit,” Remus muttered as he finally gave in and hid his laughter in the crook of his elbow. “We were doing so well until now! It’s the last question, just answer it!”

Sirius wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and nodded. “I do think I have better hair, but I love yours, too.”

Mark chuckled. “True.”

“It would help if you finally got a haircut that was different from the one you’ve had since you were thirteen.”

Remus closed his eyes, sighing. “Y’know, exposing my haircut choices for the entire internet to mock really wasn’t how I planned this day going.”

“Isn’t that the point of this whole video?”

“Mark, I’m not sure if we owe you an apology or not, but thank you for putting up with us.” Remus turned back to the camera with an easy smile. “Thanks for joining us today, everyone. Make sure to like and subscribe to Lion Pride for more videos like this!”

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can you write something about the reader being a singer and harry’s family going to see her live for the first time ?

you’re so golden || h. styles

warnings: famous!reader, no covid

word count: 1.3k

summary: you’ve never been as nervous to perform as you were when your boyfriend’s family was in the audience...

This was your second time performing at the O2 Arena in London. The first time was on your second tour and you were sure you’d never felt nerves like it. But the show had gone wonderfully. It was two hours of pure serotonin. Having fans scream lyrics you’d written back to you was one of the most exhilarating feelings you’d ever felt coursing through your veins. And after your first show at the O2, you assumed the second would be a walk in the park. Your nerves for the show had died down immensely. That was until your darling boyfriend, Harry, informed you that his mum and sister had purchased tickets. Now you were even more nervous than you had been for the first show. 

You and Harry first met in 2018 at the BRITs. He’d won the British Video award, whilst you had snagged the British Album award for your second album. Mutual congratulations were exchanged after your managers introduced the two of you. It was only at the end of 2018, after your world tour had finished, that you became something more than friends. And when your fans began to notice lyrical parallels in both yours and his songs towards the end of 2019 when Fine Line was released, they were sure the two of you were dating after seeing so many paparazzi pictures of you on dinner dates and hanging out in the streets. What really pushed it over the line though, was when they connected a sweater you were wearing in a picture you’d taken with a fan to a picture of Harry in 2016, coming to the conclusion that you were wearing his sweater. And, finally, when you were listed in the writing credits of She and Falling, they were sure the two of you were an item. Neither of you had necessarily confirmed it, but you hadn’t made the effort to deny it. 

With the added pressure of Harry’s family seeing you perform live for the first time, it was also the first show of your entire tour. You’d start in London and finish in Tokyo. Your third album had been well received, the fans adored it. And, as soon as the promo and press stuff was out the way, you were on the road again. Which brought you here, sat backstage at the O2, waiting for your cue to go on stage. Your show had sold out, meaning 20,000 people were watching you perform. When you heard your name being called, you got up to head onto the stage. 

The screams of your name lit something up inside of you, a large smile working its way into your features. Your bassist, Delilah, smirked at you. You loved your band, they were your best friends. “Good evening, London,” you grinned, standing in front of the microphone in the centre of the stage. “How are we all feeling tonight?”

You were met with screams from your fans. You smiled, something they never failed to make you do. You introduced your first song as your band began the intro to the song. As you were singing, stopping occasionally to let your fans sing the lyrics without you, you couldn’t help but skim across the sea of screaming people in an attempt to spot Harry and his family. And finally, as the first song came to close, your eyes landed on Harry, Anne and Gemma in the crowd. Harry was busy talking to a fan who was sat beside him. Gemma cheered loudly as you made eye contact with her, forcing an amused grin onto your face.  

As the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but get lost in the electric atmosphere. Joking around on stage with your band and interacting with the audience was one of the many lights of your life. You were eternally grateful that you’d made it; you were doing what you adored as a career. “Now, before we wrap it up, I have one final song to perform. It’s a song I wrote in 2018 after I met someone very special. So, if you know the words, sing along. This is February,” you said, beginning to pluck the strings on your guitar. 

The crowd screamed so loudly, perhaps the loudest of the evening. This was definitely a fan favourite. It was common knowledge that this song was about Harry, having met him in February of 2018. Amongst themselves on Twitter, had made a rule to stay silent during the chorus of the song, isolating your voice across the arena. Something about Y/N and only Y/N singing to Harry. It was sweet really and you loved how much your fans banded together on social media to pull off little things like that. And as soon as they figured out that Harry was attending your show, they were all the more determined to make it happen. And, as you began the chorus, the arena went deathly silent. Your amplified voice rang across it and you couldn’t help but look to Harry as you sang. Like you were singing to him. 

The rest of the world, it felt, just slowly drained away and all that mattered to you was Harry. He stared back, his eyes full of what could only be described as such immense pride. It was only when the song finished you were pulled back down to the present. “Thank you to every single one of you for being so perfect tonight! I love you all so much!” you yelled, blowing kisses to the cheering crowd.

You took a bow, your band following suit. The lights faded and you vanished into the blackness, the fans still screaming. Even when you left the stage, still sweaty from some of the livelier songs, the buzz did leave your body. It took about five minutes for Harry to meet you backstage. “You were so incredible,” he whispered, kissing your forehead as he wrapped you in his arms. 

You grinned up at him, your eyes full of admiration for the taller man. Shortly afterwards, Gemma and Anne emerged. This only left you to be swept up into another hug by the two women, who had become somewhat of a second family to you. “Is tomorrow’s show sold out?” Anne asked. 

You nodded. Your next show was also at the 02. Your tour management team added an extra day due to the tickets selling out so quickly. “That’s a shame. I want to see you do it all over again!” she grinned. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Oh, thanks, Mum,” Harry said, though he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. 

“You ought to take some notes from Y/N,” Gemma added, smirking. 

“Wow,” he laughed. “All my life I’ve known you… betrayal hurts, guys. I’m human too, you know?”

The three of you laughed at his pout. It slowly moulded into a smile, “You were amazing though, love.”

You smiled gratefully at them, “And you weren’t underwhelmed or anything?”

That was your main worry. Harry had been talking about how brilliant your shows were, so Anne had told you. The night before the show, when she’d been round at yours and Harry’s flat for dinner, she was explaining how excited she was to see you live after all of the footage she’d seen of you performing. And you’d been worried for the 24 hours that followed that conversation that she had her hopes up too high for your show. “Underwhelmed? Of course not! You were wonderful, Y/N,” Anne assured you, squeezing your arm. 

“You were so golden on stage,” Gemma grinned, glancing between you and her brother.

He rolled his eyes at her, “Okay, well now you’re just stealing my lyrics.”