#and i haven’t said it anywhere because i have a lot of followers both on here and on twt that are big fans of this group

[moamidzyism]

two ppl said yes so my most controversial kpop opinion is that i think people do too much on [redacted] and imo they're a good vocalist i guess but, one, there are definitely people who sing better than them and have a wider vocal range than them and do more impressive or interesting things vocally than they do. and, two, and most importantly, these people do this while dancing. their group’s songs are choreographed so that they dance as little as possible. and it’s not a matter of injuries or anything because it’s been like this since they debuted. even if they were the best singer ever, which i don’t think they are, it’s unimpressive to me that they also don't dance.

[fan-a-tink]

Buckle up, this is about Charles’s jealousy of Monty. Because there’s one interaction which makes it so so so so obvious…  In episode 2, when Edwin is banging the cat king bracelet against the wall trying to get it off, they have the following interaction: 

Edwin: You are not the one going back to Hell if we get caught. You just move on.  Charles: Oi, we don’t know what my afterlife looks like. And also, I’m not going anywhere without you. And no one’s going anywhere until that thing is off. What else did Whiskers say?  Edwin: Nothing. I told you, it was quick. [and after the ghost postman arrives in that scene] Edwin: You don’t need to bring the agency mail here. We’re not staying long. Charles: Chin up, mate. It’ll only take a second for our reputation to catch up over here in Port Townsend.  Edwin: We do not have to catch on in this town. Again, we are not staying. 

Edwin is the one wanting to leave, while Charles reassures him that I’m not going anywhere without you. And no one’s going anywhere until that thing is off. He seems to be perfectly happy to stay in Port Townsend and set up their office there until further notice.  Then in episode 4, literally the first scene between Charles and Edwin after they’ve both met Monty, they have this conversation: 

Charles: You’ve been spending a lot of time with that one, haven’t you? Monty. You.  Edwin: Mmm. Charles: Spending a lot of time?  Edwin: Hmm?  Charles:  Edwin: Merely swapping books, is all.  Charles: You were dead keen to get that bracelet off, count cats, the whole shebang, and now it’s all skipping around and reading astrology.  Edwin: Charles, I’ve never skipped.  Charles: No, listen. You’re in a good mood, and I think that’s brills. Let’s just.. try not to forget that we’re trying to leave. 

So, suddenly Charles reminds Edwin that they want to leave town, when he’s never mentioned wanting that before. Like, leaving town was not at all a priority and all he ever said was that he’s not going anywhere without Edwin. The only thing that has changed now is that Monty is suddenly taking up space in Edwin’s life, flirting with him, befriending him, and suddenly Charles makes sure to remind Edwin that we’re trying to leave!

This boy has never had to share Edwin’s attention and affection with anyone until Crystal and Niko and Monty came along. And Crystal and Niko don’t cause any jealousy for Charles, because their relationship to Edwin is simply platonic. But Monty is clearly interested in Edwin romantically, obviously flirting with him and all. And this is when Charles starts to feel jealous, when he wants to get back to London, away from Port Townsend, when he is clearly unhappy about Edwin making space in his life for a potential romantic relationship. 

So I guess my point is: Charles may be too deep in denial to realize it, but it is the possibility of Edwin forming a romantic relationship with someone else that triggers his jealousy. He is so in love with his best mate. And I can’t wait for the day when Charles finally realizes this too. 

[hippolotamus]

thought i planned for everything (just didn’t count on you) | 1.6k | E (BuckTommy)

Earlier today I promised my wife @bidisasterevankinard an incentive for studying in exchange for making her think about too many WIP ideas. Since husband @diazsdimples is also going through it with schooling, this is for both of you 😘 ps: idk anything about what certs and licenses and stuff Tommy would need. Just roll with it and be nice, yeah? Also, this is unbeta’d so if you see any mistakes, no you don’t.

Tommy scrubs at his forehead, blowing out a frustrated breath. He’s looked at the material in front of him for months now, determined to ace his recertifications. And it had been going well. Really well, in fact. He had a study schedule mapped out, accounting for his shifts and time with friends. He even left a small margin for the unexpected. There was just one factor he hadn’t accounted for. Evan.

The past few years of dating haven’t exactly gone anywhere serious. Some casual dates, one that he thought could go the distance but only broke his heart. So the expectation of having that feeling again? Of having someone thoughtful and caring, who gives him butterflies and makes him want things? Pretty much zero.

But then a hurricane happened. Actual and metaphorical. It tore through his life, upending the idea that love – or anything close to it – just wasn’t in the cards for him. And when everything settled, there was Evan. Evan, who asks how his shift was, tells him when he gets back from a call, and turns a pretty shade of pink as he blushes and says ‘I missed you’.

Tommy doesn’t regret any of it, but he does wish the universe’s cosmic timing could’ve held off just a little longer. At least until the state of California tells him what he already knows and says he’s fit to pilot an aircraft.

A knock on the door gets his attention, but he seriously contemplates ignoring it. He didn’t order anything and he doesn’t have plans. Unfortunately, the first responder in him can’t help wondering if one of his elderly neighbors needs something.

Fine. He sets down the pen he’s been chewing on and reminds himself it’s been too long since he stood up and walked around anyway.

“Evan?” Tommy asks, surprised to see him standing there. He instinctively looks him up and down for obvious injuries or signs of distress, but finds nothing. Only his gorgeous boyfriend, smiling coyly. “I didn’t forget about a date, did I?”

“No, uh, nothing like that. Because you are supposed to be studying.” Evan raises one eyebrow like Tommy is in the wrong for answering his own door after somehow manifesting Evan’s presence.

“And yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” Evan says shyly. “I know I’ve been taking a lot of your time lately and wanted to help.”

For the first time, Tommy notices Evan’s got his hands behind his back and wonders what his definition of ‘help’ is. He’s dressed down, soft and adorable in a hoodie and joggers, so it’s unlikely to be a booty call. Though not completely out of the question. And not that Tommy would complain either.

“Did you bring flashcards or something?”

“As a matter of fact…” Evan steps over the threshold, past Tommy, like he owns the place. While shy, demure Evan is a favorite, confident Evan is by no means a turn off. Especially as he whirls around and proudly holds up a set of blue, yellow and pink index cards. “I did.”

“Evan-”

“A few nights, when I couldn’t sleep, I might have taken some notes of my own. And, like I said, thought I could make myself useful for my hot, pilot boyfriend.” He rocks up on his tiptoes, capturing Tommy’s lips for a chaste kiss before he meanders to the kitchen.

Tommy pushes the door closed, following Evan where he lays the cards down on the table, opposite the books and manuals Tommy has scattered. Evan walks to the cabinets and helps himself to a glass, filling it with water before returning. Next he makes himself comfortable in a chair, sitting slightly back with his legs spread apart.

“So, can I help?”

There’s a glimmer of mischief in the way Evan looks at him now that has his heart racing. Like helping is the last thing Evan plans to do.

Tommy gathers himself enough to sit down in his own seat and flashes Evan a confident smirk.

“Do your worst, kid.”

“I’ll start with an easy one. What is the atmospheric gas composition?”

“Twenty-one percent oxygen, seventy-eight percent nitrogen, one percent other,” Tommy rattles off.

“Well done.” Evan flicks the card down then casually leans over to untie one shoe and slip it off.

“What are you-”

Evan clicks his tongue, tutting in fake admonishment. “Can’t tell you all my secrets, baby. Next question. Each one hundred meter climb in elevation causes a temperature drop of what?”

“One degree Celsius.”

Evan simply grins and removes his other shoe, leaving him in socked feet. Tommy would be lying if he said his dick wasn’t taking interest now that he’s caught on to Evan’s game. It is thoroughly unhelpful.

“PAIP should be implemented how many minutes after an aircraft fails to give its position report or is overdue for arrival?”

“Fifteen. Got anything harder for me?”

Evan’s tongue darts out, licking along his lower lip. “Oh, you bet I do.”

Tommy takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure and think about… anything except bending Evan over the table. If only it was that simple.

They repeat the process, volleying questions and answers back and forth until Evan’s stripped down to his boxers, his cock obviously hard and leaking beneath the tented fabric. It’s distracting as hell and Tommy doesn’t know how he’s supposed to concentrate.

“Come on, old man,” Evan teases, palming himself lazily. “Lives are on the line here. You need to be able to think under tense conditions.”

“You’re such a brat.” Tommy’s jeans press uncomfortably on his own straining erection and he doesn’t bother to stop himself from mirroring Evan’s movements.

“Yeah, but I’m your brat.” Evan applies more pressure, letting out an obscene moan as he strokes himself. “Or I could be – ahh – if you get this – mmph – question right.”

“Fuck, Evan.” Tommy undoes his belt and zipper, creating the tiniest bit of relief.

“That’s the idea. Even – oh, fuck – wore the new plug I told you about.”

Christ, Evan’s gonna kill him before they get the chance to see this all play out. And that’s unacceptable.

“Don’t stop,” Tommy orders, stalking off to grab the lube stashed in the couch cushions. When he returns, Evan is still stroking himself exactly like he was instructed. “Good boy, Evan. Doing what I told you.”

Tommy grips his chin and crashes their mouths together in a filthy kiss, delighted as Evan makes the most beautiful whine.

“But, you – ah – didn’t answer me,” Evan protests when they separate.

“Myoglobin.” He leans close to Evan’s ear, nipping at the lobe. “Lesson’s over, kid. Face down over the table. Naked. Now.”

Evan nearly trips over himself, leaping up from his chair and shoving his boxers down. He drapes himself over the piles of papers and index cards, wiggling his ass like he’ll die if he has to go one more second without being fucked.

“Gotta say, I like your methods,” Tommy murmurs, starting to work the plug in and out, tracing his other hand along Evan’s bare skin. “But now I think it’s time for your reward. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, yes. Please.”

“So desperate, my Evan,” Tommy coos. “Thought you would be in control, getting me all worked up. And here you are, laid out so gorgeously for me, just begging for it.”

Tommy pulls the plug out completely, discarding it to the floor. Evan keens and clenches around nothing, just waiting to be full again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” Tommy shoves his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. He slicks himself up with the lube and smears a generous amount on his fingers, fucking them in and out of Evan’s hole. Just enough to ease the way.

“Tommy,” Evan pants, practically crying when he pulls out.

He lines himself up, gripping Evan’s hips and pushing in without additional warning. He doesn’t pause for adjustments before he sets a relentless pace. It’s unlikely either of them are going to last, but he’s not going for longevity here.

Evan curls his hands around the edges of the table, leveraging it to fuck himself back against Tommy’s cock. It’s stunning and breathtaking, the rhythm they’re creating. A symphony of moans, squelches and skin against skin.

Soon the familiar heat pools in his belly, bringing him closer to the edge.

“Ohfuuuuck,” Evan moans, purposely tightening around him.

Tommy digs his fingertips into Evan’s sides, the world around him being reduced to static and white noise as he comes, filling Evan up. He thinks he might shout Evan’s name, but he’s not really sure, nor does he really care as he slumps forward, draping himself across Evan’s glistening skin.

“Gimmeasec,” he mumbles. “I’ll take careayou.”

“No need,” Evan murmurs back. “All good.”

Tommy presses a lazy kiss to Evan’s spine, enjoying the resulting small shudder. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

He kisses another ridge, and another, before answering. “For taking notes. For caring. Wanting to help out. For being you.”

“It wasn’t too much?” Evan whispers, hesitantly.

“Never,” Tommy assures him, dropping gentle kisses over his neck and shoulders, mindful of the mess forming between them as he maneuvers to properly reach. “Never too much, baby.”

He bites back words that are too early to say, even if he definitely feels them. Has felt them building in his chest, creating a near endless chant. He wonders how long he’ll be able to smother them before they burst forth. Hopefully long enough. Enough for Evan to feel them, too. For Evan to want to stay.

“Clean up and nap?” Tommy asks instead.

“Sounds good. Earned it.”

Tommy huffs an amused sound against Evan’s skin before pressing one last kiss there. God, I hope so, kid.

[sunfyresrider]

The Company Party

Aegon II Targaryen x Assistant!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve worked for your boss since you graduated college, and to say he was the best superior you’ve had would be an understatement. After a heated argument at a company event, you both discover some things about each other. Tags: Aegon is a childish rich boy, mutual pining but you’re both oblivious, jealous boy, arguing to eventual smut, p in v, cunnilingus, cringe after talk (pls hes too funny.) Author’s Note: this is just self-indulgent, 5am ramblings of an insane woman (me).

You’ve worked as Aegon Targaryen’s assistant for one year, one excruciatingly long year. You’ve spent more than 75% of your time following his every order like a dog. Unfortunately, you didn’t hate it all that much. It wasn’t like you had a social life you were missing by working. You had sorta become friends in a way or like a partner in crime minus the crime.

He was the perfect boss in a lot of ways. Aegon truly cared about his customers, or well you. There wasn’t a day he forced you to work late, you did that by choice. He always paid you more than he should, gave you more time off than he should and treated you better than other superior you had worked for previously. He also massaged your shoulders once when you said they hurt…

You should be used to it by now, little gestures of appreciation. He always pats you on the back if you impress him enough. He’ll compliment your hard work, your outfit, and sometimes he’ll completely paused in his steps to gaze at you and tell you that you had beautiful eyes. He tells you he’s grateful for you, you’re funny, you’re one of the nicest people he’s met… but it’s all platonic. A very disheartening fact of the matter.

Yet, while knowing this, every single time Aegon does anything you’re immediately turned into a blushing mess. An instant mood improver, a very minor turn on. Maybe it was because you haven’t gotten laid in a century and could be considered a born again virgin. Or maybe you were secretly falling in love with him and refused to admit it to yourself.

At some point you would have to face your feelings, not right now though. You were at a huge event for the company, the goal being to seek out new investors. You didn’t have to come considering he always does the majority of the talking but he also rarely goes anywhere without you. Aegon always needs an eyewitness, just in case.

The rooftop bar is extravagant, more so than what you’re used to. Maybe you should have opted for something other than a black dress with heels… rich people seem to appreciate modesty. Odd, considering they are the ones to buy the most hookers and cheat more frequently. You took your seat at the bar, deciding to drink away your boredom.

“Hey stranger,” the voice from your right caught you by surprise, you whipped your head around to glance at them. “Oh my god, Jacaerys?!” your mouth gaped open in shock. His smile stretched ear to ear, “It’s me, alright! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that! My boss has me tag along to all of these events.” You beamed, thinking of Aegon. It was good seeing a familiar face, you two used to date, briefly, in your second year of high school. Though, he had long since grown out of his awkward stage and was fully matured with a sharp jawline to prove it. “I work for the company running this event. It’s kinda my job to be here.”

He blushed, basking in all the attention he was receiving. “We should catch up! I haven’t seen you in years man!” Jacaerys scooted his seat closer, his cheeks lightly flushed. “I’d love that.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You were talking to him for what felt like hours, turns out it was only twenty minutes, when you felt someone step behind you, their body lightly pressing against yours. “You remember mrs-” Jacaerys words slowed to a stop as he looked above you.

You turned around, your frown quickly turning into a wide smile. “Mr. Targaryen, how can I help you?” He smiled lightly, nodding in your direction. His gaze turned to Jacaerys and his soft smile fell flat. “Who are you?”

The question came out with an icy tone, which made your eyebrows furrowed together. “Jacaerys Velaryon, marketing director for Driftmark Corporations and you are?” he inquired, his words slow as he kept his eyes locked with Aegon.

“Richer than you. Are you purposely distracting my assistant from doing her job?” Your eyes widened; he had never been this outwardly rude before. “Maybe. She would probably prefer working for someone who doesn’t have a stick up their ass.”

You gaped at the insult, “What the f-” Aegon chuckled, baring his teeth as if he were a wolf. “Little dogs always bark the loudest,” he spat. Your morals told you to defend your old friend, your hormones were telling you to keep watching your boss telling someone off.

Jacaerys was silent for a moment, his fists clenching and unclenching before he spoke, “I see you work for one of these guys… If you ever want to move to a company that treats their workers fairly, please don’t be afraid to reach out.” He slipped you a business card with his information on it.

Aegon scoffed, “We’re leaving… Now!” He snatched your arm and practically dragged you out the door and into the car. You were eerily silent, still trying to process whatever the fuck just happened. Once inside, he looked over at you, his eyes wide and bloodshot. You could see the anger bubbling under the surface.

He gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning white. You swallowed the lump in your throat, not knowing what to say to make this situation any less tense. You’ve never seen him angry, not even when his half-sister tried to take his spot as ceo.

The rest of the drive was silent, an awkward tension in the air since you had no idea what to say. You were also a little ticked off how quickly he chased Jace away, granted it was kinda hot. He pulled into your parking garage, parking his luxury car in the far back. You know, just in case anyone tried to break in.

Aegon hopped out of the car silently, opening your door for you. “You don’t need to walk me up to my apartment,” you spoke plainly. “Yes I do,” the tone of his voice was more serious than you’d ever heard it before. Once again, the silent treatment was back on as you walked to your floor.

He walked you all the way inside, even letting himself into your home without your permission. “I pay you too much to live in a rundown apartment.” You closed the door behind you, finally he had said something to make you snap, “What is your problem tonight?!”

“It’s not a problem, just an observation.” You scoffed, “you know exactly what I meant.” His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring, he looked like he wanted to say something but not too much. “You’re my assistant and you’re meant to be by my side at all times, but you were too busy flirting it up with my competitors.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I was catching up with an old friend!” Aegon’s brows furrowed, he strode towards you, so he was barely a foot away from you. “Oh please! You were practically swooning. Also, you never call me Mr. Targaryen!”

“Are you serious right back!” You spat back, pushing his chest. Unfortunately, Aegon still had enough energy to argue back. “I just don’t want to lose my assistant to a lesser man!” You scoffed; "you've been a fucking douche all night because you’re jealous?!” His jaw fell slack, eyes widening in surprise. “I didn’t say-”

“Dude, are you genuinely blind?! I’ve been pining after you since you hired me, following you around like a fucking dog, doing everything you say and them some! I’ve even thought about having your babies!” The last statement took him off guard, he looked at you like you had two heads. His gaze flitted back and forth as if he were looking for any signs of joking.

Now you were embarrassed, “I didn’t mean that last part-” Aegon stepped closer grabbing you delicately by your arms, eyes still searching for any sign of disapproval. “You think about having my babies?” The question was quiet and desperate, his pupils dilated.

You felt your heart drop in your chest, you swallowed the lump in your throat. You nodded slowly, “maybe.” You stared back up at him, trying to telepathically make him kiss you. You’ve tried this manifestation method before, it did not work.

“I can do that.” His lips were on yours before you could register his words. The kiss was fiery and passionate, even better than what you expected. Your eyes fluttered shut as you relished in the moment. Aegon wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

You bit back a whimper, reaching up to intertwine your fingers in his silver hair. Aegon pulled away, his breaths coming out ragged as he gazed at your swollen lips. He wasted no time kissing you again, his tongue dancing across your bottom lip.

His hand moved to grip your ass, squeezing lightly as he picked you up off the ground. You let out a squeal of laughter, gripping onto his shoulders to prevent you from falling. Aegon dropped himself on the couch, keeping your leg straddled around him.

You took the liberty to start unbuttoning his dress shirt, ripping off his bowtie and revealing his toned torso and chest. Aegon was quicker, pulling your dress above your head and throwing it across the room.

His eyes widened when he realized you were braless, his fingers kneading your perky breasts. His lips molded with yours once more, you nipped at his lip, tugging it between your teeth and causing him to groan in approval. Aegon moved your panties to the side, groping your inner thigh and spreading your legs wider across his lap.

His cock was already straining against his pants, but Aegon didn't seem to want to rush. He gently kissed down your jawline and to your neck, licking and nibbling at your ear. Your breathing became shaky, your core growing wetter as he took a nipple in his mouth and began to suckle on it.

"Aegon," you whined. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his hardness, causing Aegon to moan into your ear. He lifted you up, unzipping his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers.

His member sprang out, bouncing as he pushed you back onto the couch. His cock was definitely the biggest you’ve seen thus far. You gasped when he rubbed himself against your slick, he kissed you again, this time deeper as he slowly thrust his hips forward and entering you.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Fuuck you’re so tight,” Aegon thrusted forward, his top hitting the sweet spot inside you almost forgot existed. Your moans grew louder as he pounded into you, his grunts echoing through the living room.

You clawed at his back, pulling him closer as he thumb moved to do circles around your clit. “You’re such a good little assistant for me, hm? Taking my cock so fucking well.” Aegon gripped your ass with one hand, holding you still. He took the opportunity to slow his pace and roll his hips in circles, dragging his cock along your walls. “Mmm sgood,” you slurred.

You rolled your hips against his, earning you a pleased groan. His finger moved faster around your bud, “think you deserve a reward huh?” Your eyes began to roll into the back of your head as his movements quickened. “Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered.

“Yes, who?” The coil in your stomach began to tighten as he moved his fingers away, “Yes Sir! Please!” Aegon growled into your ear, kissing you again as he sped up once more. The low noise sent shivers down your spine, causing your cunt to clench around him.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned before plunging deep inside you, making you cry out into the kiss. You threw your head back and moaned, your thighs beginning to shake as ecstasy washed over you. You completely tightened around him, your pussy fluttered around him as you rode your orgasm out.

Aegon’s movement stalled for a moment, letting you catch your breath before he flipped you onto your back. Aegon lifted your legs above his head, “you’re so perfect, I think you deserve more than that.” He licked a strip up your slick, pressing a kiss to your sensitive bud.

He used his fingers to spread you apart, greedily licking along your walls and lapping at your sweet juices. You let out a deep moan, your fingers tangling in his silver hair pulling him closer. Your mouth hung open, eyes half lidded as he devoured you.

His tongue skillfully circled around you, his lips sucking at your swollen bud. “Taste so sweet,” he mumbled, sending vibrations that sent tingles down your spine. You began to grind against him, desperate for release. Aegon took it as an invitation to move his hands to grip your hips and begin to fuck you with his tongue.

Your juices were dripping down your thighs, covering his face in a glossy sheen. You felt a new wave of heat wash over you as he pressed his tongue inside you, curling and twisting it. You rolled your hips, fucking yourself against his mouth as your second orgasm began to build.

He groaned against you when your legs began to clench around him, the vibrations sending you over the edge. Aegon continued to lap up your juices, causing you to jerk your thighs around him. His head finally lifted up, a strand of your slick connected from his bottom lip to his chin.

You pulled him towards you, crashing your lips together, he wasn’t wrong you did taste sweet. Aegon grinder against you, wetting his cock before he quickly plunged into you once more, filling you to the brim as he went. You let out a loud cry, gripping onto his back. “You still want more?” He spoke breathlessly.

His thumb returned to your sensitive bud, circling it slowly as he thrusted into you. You squirmed beneath him, his grunts echoed off the walls. “P-please please, sir.” You whimpered, the sound of skin slapping echoing in your living room.

His hips snapped forward, dragging his cock against your sweet spot. “Tell me how badly you want it.” Aegon's eyes flashed up at you, his hips slowed to a teasing pace. "I-I want it so bad," you gasped as he thrusted harder. “I- want to have your b- babies.” Aegon’s thrusts were quickening their pace, "please give it to me sir."

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. His rough thrusts become sloppy. You could feel your third orgasm beginning to rip through you as he circled around your bud. “P-please cum for me, sir.” Your words sent Aegon over the edge, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his soft moans filling the room. You could feel his cock pulsating inside you, his warm cum filling you to the brim.

Your thighs quivered as your orgasm came crashing down on you, your breathing became labored. He leaned down, kissing you lovingly as his hand caressed your cheek. You could feel his cock slowly softening inside you as he slowly pulled himself out.

Aegon pulled away from your lips and trailed kisses down your jawline and neck. His voice mumbled, “I wish you’d told me sooner.” You couldn't help but giggle silently, petting his hair. “Hm, couldn’t let you fuck me for free could I?” He scoffed, propping himself up to gaze at you with his baby blues.

"This pussy is priceless," he murmured against your lips. “Oh god,” you groaned, how his cringe captivated you, you would never understand. Aegon rolled off you, cuddling close and wrapping his arm around your waist.

You stared at the ceiling, feeling a sense of calmness you haven't felt in forever. "So... does this mean you want to be more than my assistant?" His fingers ran through your hair, “and have my babies for real?” Aegon's voice sounded almost child-like, You giggled quietly, "is that our new contract?" He stared at you for a moment, his eyes lit up with something you hadn’t seen before. "It’s a deal," Aegon smiled brightly.

[uunromanticized]

Could you do a Adrien/chat noir x female reader x marionette/ladybug fighting for your attention in school and out of school like during and akumatization

hello! i can try; although personally the akumatization part might be difficult, i have a hard time seeing marinette as the type to do so while fighting! but yesyes let’s see! i wanted to make it polyamory at first because i am biased but alas….. not much of a plot. like anywhere. just a lot of the reader being annoyed LMAO

they drive me crazy (adrien/reader/marinette)

“hey, (name)! do you want to go to my parents bakery after school? they came out with some new macarons that i knowwww are your favourite flavour!”

“sorry, marinette; but they’ve already agreed to go to the park with me today.”

you sighed as you rubbed your temples. good heavens, it was nine in the morning and you were already dealing with these two!

“oh, that’s- that’s okay! how about thursday then?”

“I’ve got them thursday, too.”

maybe this a, b schedule was a mistake. you rubbed your temples for the second time in the past five minutes, you put in a schedule for yourself that alternated between the two of them.

perhaps you shouldn’t have let it get to where you NEEDED a schedule, but you didn’t necessarily mind; the two weren’t bad company, quite the opposite, actually. some of your closest friends, it only got slightly overwhelming and annoying whenever they both cut the other off with a triumphant look on their face to say you were busy that day.

for christ’s sake, you felt like a child between divorced parents!

taking one last deep breath you look at marinette with a sympathetic look “sorry, mari; but hey, we can stop by during lunch?”

“you know we don’t go off campus for lunch!” she protested while pouting slightly.

“nobody outside of those here have to know.” you winked while putting a finger to your lips, “orrrr, we could just stop by instead of going to the eiffel tower the next time we hang out.” you said with a smile, knowing what the answer would be already.

“fiiiiine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

you hit your head with your spear with a groan. seriously, you already had to deal with marinette and adrien being clingy and one-upping one another in regards to you during the day, and now you had to deal with ladybug and chat? for real??

“sorry, bugaboo, but i think they prefer my company! i happen to be the cats meow~”

“not with those puns, they don’t.”

“there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my puns! they’re purrfect!” chat gasped in an overly offended manner.

“GUYS! guys! seriously, if you haven’t noticed, there’s currently a clown trying to kill us!” you exclaimed like an annoyed mother scolding her children, because you might as well have been! it was absolutely infuriating!

the two looked at eachother as if saying “this wasn’t over” before nodding and lunging at the clown, with you rolling your eyes before following.

they weren’t the most coordinated pair, but they only had eyes for you after all.

[renecdote]

18. walking home and/or "holding their hands in general" from the prompts if they inspire something!

this got soo sappy and I am not sorry about it lmao

[Read on AO3]

Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing Eddie. He’s only been doing it for three weeks, but it’s already his new favourite activity, and every time he starts, he never wants to stop.

“We should stop,” Eddie tries, but it’s not very convincing when he sucks on Buck’s bottom lip less than a second later, his hand rucking up Buck’s shirt to find a home against his skin.

It’s been a while since Buck made out with anyone in a car in a darkened parking garage. At least four years. Maybe more. How long ago did Ali break up with him anyway? It all feels so blurry now. He thinks that has less to do with the passage of time, though, and more to do with the way that a lot of things feel blurry when Eddie is kissing him like this. Like Buck isn’t the only one who never wants to stop.

He thinks he makes a sound of agreement—they really should stop, if only because the front of the car is the least ideal part of a car to make out with someone in. It’s not like either of them meant for one goodnight kiss to turn into too many to count. Buck’s body is probably going to hate him in the morning for the way he’s twisted in his seat, but that is tomorrow Buck’s problem. Tonight Buck doesn’t care about anything except now, Eddie, the slide of their lips together, the heat coiling in his stomach.

The sudden honk of the truck’s horn makes him jump, startling so badly he bangs his head on the roof.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps beside him. “Shit, sorry, my elbow—”

They stare at each other for a beat, two beats, and then they’re both laughing.

“Okay,” Buck says, trying futilely to straighten the mess that Eddie has made of his clothes. “Okay, I think that’s the universe telling us we’re not teenagers anymore.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but it’s a distinctly amused kind of eye rolling. “Still with the universe and it’s signs, huh?”

“It’s the universe, Eds, it’s not like it’s goes anywhere.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie says, but he says it like he really means I love you. It makes an altogether different kind of heat coil in Buck’s stomach, an almost-butterflies feeling that seems ridiculous considering they’re already dating. And maybe they haven’t said those three little words yet, but. It’s not like he doesn’t know. Not like he hasn’t known for a while, even if it all still feels too fragile to say aloud.

Eddie tips his chin up and leans over, more carefully this time, to give him one last quick kiss.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling the same soft smile he’s been gazing at Buck with all night. “Tonight was fun.”

Dinner, he probably means.  The rest of it too.

“You’re not gonna walk me to my door?” Buck asks, and it’s meant to be a joke, it really is, but there’s a little part of him that thinks please. Please love me the way I’ve always wanted to be loved.

“I’m not coming in,” Eddie warns him, tone almost stern. He said the same thing last time, and the time before that, and still ended up on the other side of Buck’s apartment door. “I mean it, Buck, I told Pepa she’d only have to look after Chris until ten.”

“I know,” Buck assures him. “I was kidding, Eds.”

“I know.”

But he’s opening his door and getting out, slamming it shut behind him. Buck grins and hurries to follow.

When the elevator doors slide closed on them, Eddie reaches out and tangles their fingers together, squeezing gently for no apparent reason other than that he can. It makes Buck’s heart stutter, warmth wriggling in his chest, giddy in a way he hasn’t been since Abby. Maybe even with Abby. She was so rarely the first one to reach out, unless she was reaching for his belt. It didn’t bother him at the time; he figured she just wasn’t a physically affectionate person. Then he saw her with her fiancé and realised she just didn’t want to be affection with him.

Eddie wants to be affectionate with him. Is affectionate with him. He plays with Buck’s hair while they watch TV, and comes up behind him in the kitchen to wrap sleepy arms around him in the morning, and holds his hand just because. Kisses him just because. It’s only been three weeks, but Buck already finds himself turning his head at the door and trusting that Eddie’s lips are there to say goodbye, or hello, or I missed you.

The elevator dings, spitting them out onto the fourth floor, but Eddie doesn’t let go of his hand. It makes Buck wish that the walk to his apartment was longer. A thousand feet instead of the two dozen it is down the hallway and around the corner. He finds himself taking slower steps, but can’t be sure whether he’s setting the pace or just following Eddie’s lead.

The hallway around them is empty. Will probably stay empty at this hour. If Buck was a stronger man, he might be able to resist a temptation like that, but Eddie Diaz has always been his greatest weakness. They reach his door, but he doesn’t open it. Doesn’t even take out his keys. He just tugs Eddie closer and kisses him, unhurried. Eddie makes a sound in the back of his throat, not quite a protest, and his hands slide over Buck’s hips, his ass, holding them together even as he’s mumbling, “I really should—I can’t stay—,” between kisses. Buck hums, not quite agreement, and nips at his jaw. Eddie groans, a broken kind of sound, and finally breaks away long enough to say, “Pack a bag.”

Buck leans back, confused. “What?”

“A bag,” Eddie repeats, and he’s pulling Buck’s keys out of his pocket to reach around and unlock the door himself. “Pyjamas, toothbrush—what else do you need? You’ve still got clothes at my place.”

The door swings open behind him and Buck stumbles backwards, unbalanced, caught only by the arm his partner still has around his waist.

“Are you kidnapping me?” he asks, mostly on autopilot. Moving on autopilot too—stairs, closet, bathroom, where the fuck did he leave his work bag?—since the larger part of his brain is still caught up in Eddie’s lips, Eddie’s hands, the delicious burn of Eddie’s stubble against his skin.

“Yes,” Eddie answers, no hesitation. “Don’t forget to grab your iPad for therapy in the morning.”

The iPad goes into the bag.

“Maddie won’t pay the random,” Buck tells him, picking through the basket of clean laundry on the table for an LAFD shirt to toss in as well.

Eddie shrugs. “Bobby might.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Well,” slinging the bag over his shoulder with one hand, reaching out with the other for Buck’s hand, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you.”

Buck can feel his cheeks flushing pink, a smile making them ache. It’s a joke, he knows it’s a joke, but.

“You’re gonna keep me, huh?”

Eddie uses their joined hands to tug him close enough to kiss, short and sweet but somehow more dizzying than anything else tonight.

“I’m gonna do a lot of things with you,” he promises, and it’s so soft that Buck’s mind skips right over the dozen innuendos he could find in that sentence and goes straight to forever. Marriage, kids, a house with a nice yard and a dog, waking up every morning with his best friend in his arms.

“Yeah?” he somehow says, only a little breathless, forever still unfolding behind his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie echoes, smiling that same soft smile he’s been wearing all night. The kind of smile Buck always thought he would see looking across the altar at his wedding. “I think I’ll start by taking you home.”

Buck’s heart stumbles a little, losing its rhythm and jumping ahead to get it back. His mouth feels crowded with all the things it feels too early to say. They’ve only been together for three weeks, he has to keep reminding himself, even if it does already feel like a lifetime.

“Well then,” he finally manages, “what are you waiting for?”

Eddie grins, and holds them there a moment longer for another bone-melting kiss, Buck’s fingers curling in his jacket, touching at every point they can. And then he leads Buck out of the apartment, back down to the truck waiting in the parking garage, and, hand in hand the whole drive, takes him home.

[m0llygunn]

Strat and Jag (eddie munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Mini Prologue to a Mini Series. Best Friends to Lovers starting with an accidental confessions and a lot of confused feelings.

As this is a prologue, not much happens, it’s just setting the scene for what’s to come.

Upside down doesn’t exist and Eddie doesn’t fail senior year twice.

Reader insert but is frequently referred to as ‘Strat’.

Note: This is my first bit of writing I’m posting on here (or anywhere for that matter). I’m pretty new to tumblr so if I did anything wrong, please let me know!! Constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: strong language, mentions of sex, not much else. Smut in the future so 18+. No ‘y/n’.

Relationships: eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

The Night Before

“You know what, Eddie? I don’t care that I haven’t had sex because I’m gonna leave this ridiculously small minded town and have tons of sex. I’m gonna have earth shattering, mind blowing sex that these bullshiters could never even imagine. ” You rant, harshly slamming your pencil onto your textbook where you were copying notes from.

Some dickhead in your English class made a joke about you being a virgin and it sent you reeling. The joke also involved you being the virgin that Eddie sacrifices, but you didn’t divulge that detail to Eddie. It’s not the first time someone’s taken a jab at you for being friends with Eddie, and you know he hates it so you try not to bring it up in attempts to spare his feelings. You don’t care anyways, you’d be Eddie’s friend no matter what anyone says.

You pick up your pencil ready to go back to studying but you can’t help the flurry of your thoughts. It doesn’t help that Eddie is dead silent behind you, sitting on your bed.

“Angelina Thompson says I’m a slut. Dick-for-brains Tom Carters says I’m a prude… fuck them both. I’m so over it.” You continue, throwing your head back in a huff.

“Fuck ‘em.” Eddie says, words coming out groggy followed by him clearing his throat.

“Thank you.” You say as you push back your chair from your desk feeling totally over studying at this point. You turn just in time to see Eddie flop himself face down on your bed, laying flat on his stomach.

You make your way around the bed, sitting in the sliver of space next to him. You push him hoping to get more than just two words but he doesn’t move.

“Eddie.” You groan.

“What?” He mumbles, voice muffled by his face pressed into your pillow.

“Wanna do something?”

“What kind of something?”

“Anything?” You say, sitting further back onto your bed, back resting against the headboard. Eddie’s hand finds your leg before he’s pushing himself up just enough for you to see his face, a deep grin etched into his features.

“Mind blowing sex?” He says, dipping his face to you looking up at you through his lashes, smirk ever present.

“Don’t be gross.” You say before swatting his hand away from your bare leg. It’s not the first time he’s made sex jokes, certainly won’t be the last.

“Well, sweetheart. You said anything.” He says, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Yeah but I meant, like, go for a drive or something.” You reply, shrugging your shoulders.

Eddie flops his face into your pillow again, swiftly rolling so his back faces you before sitting up and crawling his way to the end of your bed, reaching for his jacket on the back of your chair.

“I should go. Was supposed to help Wayne with something.” He says, not even turning to face you.

“With what?” You question. You saw Wayne yesterday, he never mentioned any big projects of his.

“He needed help moving something.” Eddie says.

“Moving what?” You say, getting annoyed at his vagueness.

“You- you are just so full of questions, huh?” Eddie says standing, his jacket hanging over his forearms. He finally turns to face you and he looks at you with a crooked smile.

“Yeah cause you’re being weird.” You say shifting in your bed so you’re not looking at him anymore. You can’t lie, you feel disappointed that he’s leaving you. It’s Thursday, usually he would stay over later since he likes to sleep in on Fridays anyways.

“I’m not being weird.” Eddie laughs.

“Are too.” You say stubbornly.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Eddie come around the side of the bed to you.

“C’mon, sweetheart. I’ll call you later, okay? Wayne just needs my help before he goes to work.” Eddie says bending enough to place a kiss on the crown of your head.

You turn to face him.

“Whatever.” You groan. “I’ll probably just bake something, was going to anyway. You don’t have to call if you don’t want to.” You say with a huff, Eddie looking down at you from the side of the bed, his jacket clutched to his stomach.

“I’ll call you.” He says, smiling sweetly at you, eyes twinkling in the low light of your room.

“Bye Eddie.” You say flatly, giving him an exaggerated grimace. He doesn’t go soft on you like this often but when he does it always makes you feel weird.

Eddie goes to turn but you grab the sleeve of his jacket that’s in your reach to stop him, sitting up on the bed at the same time. Eddie tears the jacket from your grasp, holding it tightly to him, making you nearly fall face first off the bed. Catching yourself and standing, feeling embarrassed by whatever just happened— especially since you almost ate shit and Eddie’s not even laughing, you look at him and he meets your gaze with blushed cheeks.

“I just wanted to know if you’d pick me up tomorrow morning since you’re leaving early today.” You ask quietly.

“Y-yeah. I’ll come get you.” Eddie replies just as quietly, eyes wandering the room nervously.

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Eddie.” You say feeling shy at the sudden nervousness exuding from Eddie. He shoots you a closed mouth smile before walking out of your room, leaving with nothing more than a sheepish wave from your door.

After he’s gone and you hear the downstairs door shut, you lay back down in your bed contemplating what the fuck just happened. That was weird. Even for Eddie.

Whatever. He’s probably just seeing a girl or something and doesn’t want to spill the gory details. The first and only time he told you about him hooking up with a girl he got so red in the face and stuttery you almost thought he was lying about it. He insisted it was real though, even said he’d show you the scratch marks she left on his back (there were none).

You settled on that being the reason for Eddie’s weirdness and with that, you headed downstairs to get started on baking. You decided on simple chocolate chip cookies, one of Eddie's favourites.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Eddie called you later that evening, way less awkward than when he left your room. There wasn’t much to say though and when you asked how it went helping Wayne he didn’t include much detail, still keeping it all very vague.

Eddie promised to be on time tomorrow morning, and with that, you both hung up and headed to sleep, tomorrow is hellfire day after all, Eddie takes his little club very seriously and obviously has to be well rested for it.

<3 <3 <3

[bordysbae]

Can I get “don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm, sure.” And “are they fighting again?” “worse, they’re kissing” for Adam Fantilli please and thank you <3

“favor”

adam fantilli x f!reader

not proof read oops

“absolutely not mom! i’m not going to his stupid hockey game!” you roll your eyes. your mom then lets out a huff, “please y/n? just do me one favor. i know you guys haven’t spoken since last year, but please? you don’t even have to talk to him,” your mom begs.

“fine. i’m only doing you a favor because i expect one in return,” you groan, obeying her wish and slipping on your shoes. you guys head towards the hockey rink, where part of the fantilli family would be waiting for you two. “oh y/n hi! it’s been so long!” julia fantilli—your mothers lifelong best friend—pulls you into a hug.

“julia, hi! it’s been too long!” you put on a fake smile. the reason you haven’t seen the fantilli family in so long is because you and adam got in a huge fight last year. everyone knows about it since you and adam were best friends, and it came as a shock to everyone. ever since then you’ve tried your best to avoid any events with the fantilli family. but the only ones you couldn’t get out of were the annual events, such as friendsgiving, christmas, and easter. the fight happened last christmas, when you had left the christmas eve dinner to go hang out with your (now ex) boyfriend. both sets of parents said it was okay, but adam flipped out at you the next day.

you two have barely spoken since.

you still to this day never got a full explanation on why adam freaked out, but you’re still angry. it’s been over a year, yet you two have hardly spoken any words to each other besides things like: “happy thanksgiving” “merry christmas” or even “can i borrow a pencil?”

—

as you walk into the hockey rink, the cool air sends a little chill against your arms. it’s been so long since you went to one of adam’s games that you forgot how cold it can get. you take your spot in the bleachers next to your mom, with giulano on your left.

“so, watcha been up to kid?” he asks, making a little smile appear on your lips. giuliano has always been a second father to you, and julia has been a second mom to you too.

“not much, just thinking about colleges i wanna tour next year. i can’t believe i’m gonna be a junior, i can remember me and adam in kindergarten like it was yesterday,” you chuckle, a somber smile forming at your lips. you dwell on the old memories of you and adam, and you can tell giuliano does the same.

“he misses you, y’know” he says, looking out at the ice waiting for the game to start. suddenly your mouth runs dry, “what?”

“don’t play dumb, i know you heard me. i think you should talk to him,” giuliano shrugs. before you can retort, the team skates out onto the ice, and the starting lineup stands on the ice for the national anthem. as you’re sitting back down, you spot the ‘C’ on luca’s jersey.

“luca’s captain now?!” you exclaim.

“yep! first season as captain, we’re so proud of him!” julia chimes in.

“wow, i really have missed a lot,” you mumble. giuliano turns to you and whispers in your ear, “i told you! you should talk to him, like seriously.”

—

adam scores the winning goal, and you find yourself jumping to your feet and clapping. you catch yourself and stop immediately, but your mom is already sending you a smirk. as the two freshly showered boys exit the locker room, adam’s eyes widen when he sees you.

“y/n, hi,” he awkwardly states

“congrats adam,” you say before immediately going to congratulate luca on becoming captain. julia takes your moms hand and goes to greet some of the other parents, meanwhile luca leaves to fill up his water bottle. leaving you and adam.

“um, is there a restroom anywhere?” you ask shyly.

“yeah, follow me.”

you walk next to adam as he leads you around the corner, to a little area with two unisex restroom. you thank him, but stop in your tracks before opening the door. you turn around and see adam beginning to make a 180, but you stop him.

“adam, i’m sorry,” you say, catching his attention. he turns around with a confused look. “for what?” he asks.

“i don’t know, but i’m sorry. i did something that upset you last year, and i’m sorry. although i don’t know what it is, i apologize. i never wanted to upset you nor did i want us to stop being friends. i miss you adam,” you state.

“no, i’m sorry. i never gave you an explanation on why i got so mad, and i regret that. i miss you too. i got mad because i was jealous. you and jackson had only been dating a month, and it didn’t bother me until you ditched our annual dinner for him. i thought that you were gonna slowly drift from me towards him, so i got mad. it’s so stupid, but i guess it also helped me realize my feelings for you,” he shrugs. your breath hitches, and before you can even think, you lips crash against his.

at first he doesn’t kiss back, but he soon realizes and kisses back. he deepens it by putting a hand behind your head, and your hands find their way around his neck.

luca walks around the corner looking for you, and gasps. he scurries over to his mom, “mom! you won’t believe adam and y/n!”

she lets out an audible sigh, “are they fighting again?”

“worse! theyre kissing!” the older fantilli chuckles, looking at the reaction on both his parents and your mothers faces. at that moment, you and adam walk around the corner towards the bleachers, and see everyone looking at you two.

“well, we’re friends again,” you awkwardly chuckle, looking up at adam. everyone decides it’s best not to mention the kiss, and head towards the cars for the ritual post game ice cream. you and adam walk slowly behind everyone else, catching up on things.

“i’m surprised you came, i was wondering when you’d next show up to a game,”

“don’t feel special, my mom made me come,” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“mhm sure”

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫♡︎

pairing(s): Tim Shepard x gn!reader, Sodapop Curtis x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x gn!reader

summary: Coming back from your outing never did your boyfriend expect you to come home with a gift that needed receiving than giving

word count: head canons so no need

request(s): Is this the right spot? I never ask for anything so idk. I haven’t seen much of Tim Shepard so I want to ask for a gn reader that brings back a puppy or kitty for the holidays if not for Tim, maybe dally, or sodapop please —anon

warning(s): fluff, kisses, mentions of violence, pet names, grumpy Tim and Dally per usual, and language

A/n:—GIFs @moirailegiance,@tessgifs,& @angelic-stimz— First holiday/winter request! I haven’t done head cannons in such a long time so let’s get to it

♡︎Tim Shepard

You were literally Just going to the store so you could grab some more sugar for you Christmas cookies-

So how the hell you ended up with a puppy is beyond you

“Where the hell have you been!? I was about to send a search party after ya!” Coming from a worried Tim who was having heart palpitations he’d honestly thought the Soc’s had got their grimy hands on you and that made him beyond uneasy

“Okay so when I tell you, promise you won’t freak out” Your now bouncing on the balls of your feat and Tim couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or excitement you couldn’t tell either

“Okay.. tell me what?” All while looking exactly like this. 🤨

“Never mind”

“Just Tell me!”

“I just said never mind!”

You guys went on like that for a while until you just finally snapped

“I got a puppy! It was the last one In it’s bunch and it was alone!” Cue you taking a little puppy no more than 4 weeks out of your inside coat pocket

“Oh lord Y/n, and it’s one of those little rat dogs!”

“It’s gonna get bigger Tim!”

I strongly believe that Tim is like one of those dads who swear up and down that it’s your dog, your responsibility, and he’s not going to do anything for it.

Scolds you for like an hour about how much time goes into puppies while your just nodding like a child who got caught with their hand stuck into the cookie jar

But then does everything and more under the sun for the little fella

Tim fucking knits!

And he knits them little sweaters and booties because ‘their too little and it’s too cold’

He’s definitely one of those dads who like have a beer in one hand your little puppy sleeping on his chest and is like two seconds away from falling asleep in the reclining chair

Very protective

God Bless one of his guys accidentally step on HIS SON!?

I don’t think they would be very recognizable afterwards…

Refuses to let the little pup walk on their own afterwards for a while…

REFUSES to put HIS SON in a cage/dog house/ restriction of any the sorts

You think his child is going to sleep anywhere other than a doggy bed that’s 100x their actual size?

“If their not drowning in it it’s not good enough”🤷🏽‍♀️ —Tim Shepard for president

Once caught Ted —one of his guys— trying to give his son a bone

He. Let. Him. Have. It.

Because the audacity, his child is held to respect as he is. So to think you were going to give him your scraps it’s disrespectful to him. Puppy get his own chicken torn off the bone 🙄

Does not let them cry or whine for more than five seconds.

Immediately picks them up.

Secret does ‘the baby voice’ he thinks no one know about

Christmas morning he’s sitting on the floor beside you with your son between his legs guiding his little hands to open his presents

It’s the cutest thing.

They play for hours too.

Moral of the story Tim is a proud dog dad🫡

♡︎ Dally Winston

“No.”

The first thing that comes out of Dally’s mouth as soon as he sees you step into your shared home with a cat cradled in your arms

Takes a lot of convincing for you to keep it

Dally Still doesn’t like it though and keeps his respectful distance

Or tries to and fails

Cue to your cat following him around everywhere

It annoys the hell out of him.

Until one particular day

You both visited Dally at work aka Bucks places and Dal was practically rolling his eyes at the little feline attached to your hip

It was in the afternoon and the bar was empty

“Dal watch them so I can go to restroom please” Dally just nods his head so you can stop bothering him about really keeping his eyes on the thing

Buck has a fish tank.

And Dally only looked away for a minute and there goes your kid swatting at the fish as Buck is running around like chicken with its head cut off

*proud dad look while nodding his head

So your kid is into mischief?

Dally claims them now.

Doesn’t move from behind the counter as he watches them jump onto tables pushing glasses off the surface onto the floor

And then as soon as you get back he jumps back onto the floor and snuggle around your feet

He really likes this kid now.

Probably because it’s quite literally him in the form of a cat but yk thats just a guess🤷🏽‍♀️

They are the biggest trouble together

But they know they’re both adorable so they can’t get into too much trouble

Dally swears up and down he doesn’t know what your talking about when you ask him about the missing tuna cans

I mean his child has to eat something Y/n 🙄

Sometimes their so bad together it gets to a point where you put both of them in a timeout in separate corners. Both. Of. Them.

*cat meowing

“Yea man I know.”

Moral of the story Dallas ends up falling hardest 🤭

♡︎ Sodapop Curtis

Being honest

Soda was the one who actually brought your puppy home-

“She’s so cute can we keep her Y/n pleaseeeeee!”

“Soda honey, a puppy is a lot of responsibility”

“I’ll feed her, and walk her, and everything! You won’t have to lift a finger I swear!”

You lift lots of fingers.

But they both go great together! They have so much energy they will be outside all day if you let them

All. Damn. Day.

Once you called them both in for dinner just to see them standing on the porch both covered in mud. Head to toe. Snout to paw.

You had to wash them off with the hose.

Soda takes her everywhere.

To the store, on walks, even to work!

They’re the best duo on the block 🙄

She has like four beds all around the house and still sleeps in the middle of the bed between you guys

Everything soda eats they eat too

“Soda no!”

Cue sodas hand pausing in mid air as he tries to give the pup chocolate

Catch and Tug of war is the only game they play

Religiously.

Moral of the story they’re your favorite people!

[luke-hughes43]

Get Out.

Luke Hughes x oc

This is the Luke fit I meant to post last night but I fell asleep lol, my bad. Here it is.

-

Background: You are a softball player at the University of Michigan. You met Luke while on a recruiting visit to umich and began dating shortly after arriving on campus. The end of hockey season is rapidly approaching as is Luke leaving for New Jersey from Tampa. Talks of Luke leaving have been put off, due to both of you being busy with your respective sports as well as classes, but have been brought up just days before he’s leaving.

It’s angsty but 100% will turn into fluff.

(I’m calling her Isabella but having her go by Bella just because lol)

Bella’s POV

*4 days before the Frozen Four*

“Hey baby.” Luke says as I walk into the sophomore hockey house for our movie night. We haven’t been able to have any time to ourselves lately because I’ve been traveling for softball and Luke has been traveling for hockey and our off time just hasn’t aligned. I smile as I hug him, “Hey lukey.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I know I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with softball and then class, I just haven’t had much time. I wish I could’ve seen you more often, I know your leaving straight from Tampa.” I say as we settle on the couch. 

“Speaking of, can we talk?” He says and pulls away from me.

I turn to face him, “Of course. What’s up?”

“I want you to come to Jersey with me next year.”

I’m speechless. This is the first time we’re talking about this and he wants me to go with him. I want to, I really want to, but I can’t. Or at least right now I can’t. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and say, “Luke, I can’t.”

“What?” He says back shocked.

“I can’t go to jersey with you.”

“Why not?”

“My whole life is here Luke. I can’t just up and leave it all behind right now. I just can’t.”

“Why not though? I am leaving my life here to go to Jersey and I’m asking you to come with me.”

“And I’m telling you that I can’t. Me going to Jersey is a hell of a lot more complicated than you doing it.”

“You can transfer to Princeton or Rutgers or Columbia or anywhere nearby but I just want you with me baby. Is that so much to ask?” He basically pleads. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself and keep myself from snapping at him and getting upset. I say, “Luke, you don’t get it. It’s not as simple as just transferring to Rutgers or Princeton or Columbia. I just can’t upend my whole life and move to New Jersey right now.”

“Just tell me that you don’t love me then Isabella.” He snaps back and gets up from the couch leaving their living room. I am shocked at his fucking audacity to say that and full name me. That comment hurts a lot. Ever since I met him, I’ve been so hopelessly in love with him and it hurts that he’s saying otherwise to my face.

I get up and follow him, “I never said that I didn’t love you Luke. Do not put words into my mouth. I love you more than anything and you are my whole world Luke but you can’t expect to just pack up and move to New Jersey with you on a fucking whim because you want me to. I have school to finish and a softball career that I spent years building to make a name for myself.”

“It’s not a whim Izzy, it’s my fucking career. You’re the love of my life and I want you to come to jersey and be with me during my rookie year. Is it really that much ask my girlfriend?” He snaps.

I let out a sigh and say, “You aren’t even listening to me Luke.”

“I am listening to you. You’re just being unreasonable.”

“I am not being unreasonable. This isn’t just about you. I had to rebuild myself when I got to michigan coming off what was supposed to be career ending surgery, I cannot physically or mentally go through that again Luke. I left everything I ever knew in Massachusetts for this and I don’t have a family to fall back on if shit hits the fan.”

He looks hurt when I say that. I feel kinda bad about saying it but it’s to emphasize my point. He says back to me with hurt in his eyes, “That’s not fair. I didn’t ask for any of this and you know that Iz.”

He definitely missed my point. I sigh again and say, “I do know that Luke. I also know that I’ve been barely keeping my head above water for the past 3 months between classes, softball, and trying to be the girlfriend you deserve. I can’t just leave. I can’t and it’s frustrating that you aren’t listening to me.”

“Imagine how I must feel then listening to the first girl that I ever told I loved her and the only girl I have ever brought home to my parents that she doesn’t want to move with you for the biggest moment of your life.” He says. I can see it on his face how upset he is that I said that I’m not transferring and going with him. 

“I never said that I didn’t want to move Luke. I said that I can’t. There’s a difference. My decision in not going has nothing to do with you and has everything to do with me. You aren’t the only person in this relationship Luke.” I seethe at him.

“Neither are you.” He yells at me. 

That’s the first time he’s ever yelled at me in the year and a half we’ve been together. He then yells, “you say that I’m not the only person in this relationship but that’s exactly how your acting right now.” 

“I am well aware that I’m not the only person in this relationship Luke. You’re acting like your career with the Devils is more important then my softball career. I love you Luke, I really do. I love you more then anything but I can’t go with you. I need to prioritize myself right now. I cannot and will not upend my whole life and career and move across the country for a boy. I won’t do it.”

“Oh so now I’m now just some boy?”

“That’s not what I mean and you know that.”

“Do I? Because you’re making it sound like your just wasting your time being with me. That you only want to be with me when it’s convenient for you. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved and the only one I plan on loving and it’s like I mean nothing to you.”

“You mean everything to me, but what about me? You aren’t even considering my life in any of this. You honestly thought I would just pack up everything and move because you asked me to?”

“I didn’t think I needed to ask.”

“And that is my problem Luke. You didn’t think you needed to ask me to move across the fucking country or mention it until 4 days before you fucking left. There’s nothing that you can say that will change my mind, I’m not going with you to Jersey Luke.”

“Then go.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Leave. Get out of my house Isabella.” He spits at me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. I just nod quietly as the tears build while grabbing my bag. I walk towards the front door but not without saying loud enough for him to hear, “I’m sorry Luke. I love you.”

I leave the house and instantly burst into tears. I get into my car and try to calm myself down enough to drive home. I calm down to the point that I can make the short drive to my house before I start crying. I don’t even bother trying to wipe my tears before going inside. I walk in and then upstairs and just lock myself in my room and continue to cry in peace.

After a while, there’s a knock on my door, “Bella, are you ok?”

That would be my best friend Lauren. I don’t say anything in hopes she walks away but she doesn’t. I hear her sit on the other side of my door and then she says, “I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here for you girl.”

I just say nothing and stay locked in my room. A little while later I hear movement on the other side of my door. There’s another a voice that I recognize as Dylan Duke’s says, “Bella? Are you ok? Can we talk?”

I don’t say anything in hopes he gets the hint but he doesn’t and says again, “Bella, I’m just here to talk I promise. I’m sorry about Luke, he’s an ass. I just wanna make sure your ok.”

I roll my eyes aggressively and stand. I open my door to face him knowing that I look like an absolute mess. I snap at him (way harsher than I should’ve because he’s just tryna be a good and he’s not responsible for Luke’s actions), “Well, Dylan, I’m not ok. The guy I had every intention on being with for the rest of my life tried guilt tripping me into moving across the country for him 4 days before he was leaving and when I told him no, he flipped out and kicked me out on the first date night we’ve had in 6 weeks. On top of the fact that I have to pitch tomorrow against the team that gives me the most anxiety 4 days before my boyfriend leaves for good. So no I’m not ok and I’m not gonna be ok. I don’t wanna see you right now Dylan and I certainly don’t wanna talk to him. If he’s done, then so am I. Go home.”

I close the door on him and Lauren and I don’t come out for the rest of the night. I don’t get any sleep last night which sucks because I have a big game today. It doesn’t help that I hate pitching against Minnesota and that I get so anxious that I throw up when it’s my turn to pitch against them. Once the sun is up and the house is awake, I let them know that I’m going to the field early and then just go. 

I get there at like 9 and dressed in the warmup gear for that and just chill out by myself for a while until it was time for everyone to come in. They come as it approaches the time for warmups and everything like that.

We go through warmups and soon enough it’s time for the game. I take a deep breath before getting on the mound for the game. Surprisingly, I’m throwing fairly well. I have 4 strikeouts and no hits or walks through the first 3 innings. 

After the top of the 3rd, stupid me looks up in the stands and I am met with the sophomores of the hockey team. Luke gives me a soft smile, Ethan waves at me, mark and mackie have smiles on their faces because they love watching me play, and Dylan gives me a sympathetic look. All of a sudden, I want to throw up now.

I get into the dugout and empty the little contents of my stomach into the trash barrel. Lauren comes over and rubs my back while I puke. Once I finish, she hands me a towel to wipe my mouth and a water. She asks, “You ok?”

“He’s here.”

“Who’s here?”

“Luke.” I say and throw up again. I throw up until I hear Audrey say to me, “Hey girl. You’re on deck. You ok?”

“I’m fine. Just the minnesota anxiety.” I say and wipe my mouth again. I slug some water and grab my helmet. I get up to bat and I’m a hot mess. I’m swinging at awful pitches and my head just isn’t in it. I strikeout on 3 pitches to end the inning so I run back and grab my glove to pitch the 4th inning. 

I somehow pitched fine for the first two batters and struck them both out but after that, my pitching performance quickly went downhill. I walked the next batter and then hit the girl after that. So now there’s two runners on. I get the next batter down to 2 strikes and then just leave it down the middle. She hits a ground ball up the middle and I roll my ankle hearing a crack as I go to try and field it. 

I instantly fall and clutch my ankle in so much pain. Once the play is called dead, the trainer and coach come running out. The trainer asks, “What’s wrong?” I take a deep breath and say, “I rolled my ankle over trying to field the ball. I heard a crack in my ankle.”

“Ok. Is it your push foot or your landing foot?”

“Push."

“Ok. I’m gonna try to move it ok?” He says and moves my foot. 

I wince a little bit but do my best to hide the pain. It hurts a lot but I refuse to be taken out so I’m gonna try to tough it out. He then says, “Ok. Let’s get you up and see how it feels standing.”

I stand and it hurts like a bitch but I’m playing. I say, “I think I’ll be fine. Can I try to throw?”

“Of course.”

I get on the mound to throw. I throw a strike but it’s definitely like 10 miles slower but whatever. I’m just tryna make it through the inning. I say to the coaches and trainers, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m good enough to finish the inning. Promise.” They nod and the game continues. I strike out the next batter to end the inning and coach takes me out to make sure my foot is ok. We win 3-1 and that’s the series. 

I grab my stuff and start to head to my car to go home when I see Luke standing by my car. I roll my eyes but don’t say anything trying to act like I don’t see him. He says, “Hey.”

I don’t say anything which prompts him to say again, “Izzy, please. Just hear me out.”

“No.”

“Baby, please.”

“No Luke. You yelled at me and then kicked me out when I told you that I wouldn’t pack up my whole life and future to move for you. I’m not in the mood for this today so please just leave me alone.”

“Are you at least ok? How’s your foot?”

“I’m fine. Go home Luke.”

“I love you Izzy.”

“Yea. I know.” I say getting in my car and leaving. I wanted to jump right into his arms but he hurt me too much to do that. I’m gonna forgive him or let him apologize so quickly. I love him with my whole heart but I am hurt too much right now. He hurt me too much to just forgive so easily.

(I can write a part 2 of the makeup and fluff if y'all want.)

[unmerrymagdalene]

(Thank you. Here is the Sirris fic as promised. It is late but I kept tweaking it. I would have liked it to be longer. Hopefully, you enjoy.)

You don’t know how to talk to your kid, and none of the advice you’ve found is helping. You can admit it. Every parenting resource says that parents have trouble communicating with their teenage children. But you teach teenagers for a living. Your students like you. They’ll talk to you. Sydney won’t. Well, Sydney will talk, but it’s the minimum. “I had a good day today.” “I’ll be staying overnight at the temple.” “We’re almost out of crisps.” Sydney rarely starts conversations with you.

You try to let Sydney know that you are always there to talk to about anything. You won't judge. Your students know they can talk to you about anything. One of them came up to you after class the other day and asked you about the morning after pill. You've had students talk to you about hormones, anxiety, drugs, menstrual cycles, and depression. You're thrilled that you can help students and that students trust you to help, but the happiness is dulled when you try to think of the last time Sydney asked you for help.

The parenting books and magazines and online forms say that parents should show nonjudgmental interest in their children’s interests. It’s hard to support your kid’s interests when Sydney’s biggest interest is the temple. ….you don’t want to talk about the temple. It reminds you of ẏ̵͉ŏ̵̺͎͂̑͊u̷̢̨̗͓̿̔̚r̸͇͗̃ ̴̢̬̮͚̤̌͂̊̌p̴̢̢̞̖̽̀̆̽̚à̸͙̰̰̻ͅr̸͔̮̽̾̂̚ẗ̴̡̗͓̖́ṅ̶̘̍̅̽ë̶̢͉̱̜̙r̵̢͕̰͓̰̂͊͊. Sydney reads. That's a hobby. Sometimes you ask what a book is about and if Sydney liked it, but those questions never go anywhere. You’ve said repeatedly that it doesn’t matter what Sydney is reading, whether it's children’s books or philosophy or hardcore erotica or comics. Sydney still just gives short answers, and asking follow up questions doesn’t help.

You don't know if this is just teenagers being teenagers or if Sydney’s mental health is suffering. You worry. It isn’t good to be alone. Outside of interactions with other students at the library, you haven’t seen Sydney talk to anybody. Maybe Syd has friends in class or in the temple, but you’ve never seen them or heard of them.

Another piece of advice for improving communication with your child is to spend time with them. You visit Sydney in the library when you can (and when you think other students won’t see. Even though the student body likes you, some students treat Sydney differently because you two are related). Those moments in the school library and when you drive Sydney home are the only time you’re both free. It doesn't feel like enough.

It was so much easier when ẏ̵͉ŏ̵̺͎͂̑͊u̷̢̨̗͓̿̔̚r̸͇͗̃ ̴̢̬̮͚̤̌͂̊̌p̴̢̢̞̖̽̀̆̽̚à̸͙̰̰̻ͅr̸͔̮̽̾̂̚ẗ̴̡̗͓̖́ṅ̶̘̍̅̽ë̶̢͉̱̜̙r̵̢͕̰͓̰̂͊͊ was here. ....a lot of things were easier. Like you and Jordan were never really close, but you used to smile when greeting each other. Now Jordan looks at you sadly...You probably look sadly at Jordan too. Y̵̨̡͓͍̲̗̯̍̈̓͝o̸̫͍̅̂̍͂͌̄͝u̸͖̇ṟ̷͍̮̗̎̂̾̎͑̒̂ ̴̻̗̯̙͓̟̓p̶̛̛̖̻̘͈̠̋͗̂͌á̵̡̙̤͍͚̼̪͊͑͌͊͝r̸̡̬̖̻͆̈́͊͐̊́̀t̵̩̓͘n̶͍̯̻͓̄̿ë̸͔́͑̃͠͠r̴̻͈̲͖̠͔̒̀̚̚͝ͅ would have known how to help Sydney.

It's been tough. At the time, you thought you were doing the right thing for Sydney, but it seems to have hurt more than it helped. And, despite everything, it did help. Perhaps you are overthinking. Perhaps your communication issues with Sydney are just a teenager thing that has nothing to do with the asylum or the increased rates of mental health problems in children and young adults. But you can't know for certain, because Sydney won't tell you.

OH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

God it’s just. Sirris being able to talk to other students but not Sydney.

Feeling unable to connect to them and fearing it’s because of the asylum (which. I personally think it did affect Sydney in some way. Through them being unable to talk about their trauma because of the treatments they went through).

Sirris very clearly mourning the other parent, but being unable to talk about it because of how deeply it affected Sydney. And because of how hard it is for them. How they can’t interact with the Temple because of it, severing the one possible tie they have to Sydney. AHHHHHHHHHHH-

[yanphobia]

Cleithrophobia - Chapter 8

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader’s interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn’t really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 7  Index Chapter 9

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas! Kind of an odd gift, granted, but I wanted to get this one out because I will likely not have the next one out for about two weeks. Once again, thank you for reading and following the story! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, then I hope you have a lovely weekend!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

Each step you took felt like you were marching to your death. Every breath you inhaled felt like your last. Every sound you heard, every shadow you saw in the corner of your eye... you thought it was him. 

You had to fight every instinct in your body screaming at you to run. But you had to speak to him. You had to understand the whole story. If you knew why he left, and why he came back, it would be easy to talk him out of doing any more damage. With your hand in your jacket, firmly gripping Stan’s revolver that you had stolen from his room before you left, you marched towards Mars’ den. 

The clearing. You had reached the spot where the two of you had made so many memories with each other, both good and bad. Making yourself step into it was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. You looked around with your lantern but he was not there. You listened intently but heard nothing. Had he moved his den to another part of the fore- 

“[Y/N].” 

You audibly gasped as his voice sounded from directly behind you. Without thinking, you dropped your lantern and ran to the other side of the clearing, where you stared at him in the dim evening light. 

He looked... horrible. He had lost so much weight, and his skin took on a deathlike pallor. All the work that you had taken to restore his hair had been undone, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. 

“...Mars?” you spoke softly, both out of shock and the desire to prevent provoking any sudden movements. 

“[Y/N]…" he shambled forward. “You traitorous little whore.” 

“Mars, what’s wrong? You look... very sick.” You resisted the urge to take a step back but held your hands out to signal that you meant no harm. “Please, just- tell me what’s the matter.” 

“You’re leaving. You do all of this to me, and then you have the audacity to try to leave.”  

...What? He wasn’t making any sense. You haven’t even seen him for months; how could you possibly be responsible for his current state? 

“Mars, I- I don’t understand. I’ve been leaving food out for you- didn’t you see it? If you think I’ve been neglecting our arrangement, then I’m sorry, but that’s not the tru-” 

“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch!” He shouted as he lunged forward. You cried out as he got closer. Then he laughed humorlessly. “That’s right, we made a deal, heh, you agreed to it. You have to feed me every night. You said that you would... No, no... you’re not leaving. You’re not going anywhere.” 

You scrambled to think of a way to explain yourself. “Listen, please understand! I’m not leaving you, specifically, but I can’t stay here either. I’ve... look, I’ve hurt a lot of people, and I’ve been ruled by my fears for my whole life. There’s is... thing, inside of me, and I need to confront it. I need to come to peace, and to do that, I need to go back to my home!” 

He stared at you, unblinking, while you spoke. It didn’t seem like he had registered a single word that you said. If he were a human man, you would’ve thought that he was extremely drunk. So you tried another tactic to calm him down. 

“When it’s over, the exact second that it’s done, I will come back here-back to you. I swear to God, I will do it!” 

He smiled sardonically and shook his head, his many eyes still never leaving yours. “Liar. Liar, liar, [Y/N]!” He took a step forward as you whimpered. 

“Is... is it the food?! I can... I’ll explain it to Stan and Laura! I’ll convince them bring it to you!” 

“No.” 

“Please! They’ll never have to know about you, if that’s what you want! I’ll just tell them to leave it here. And then I’ll come back- and I will come back, I promise! - and I’ll start doing it again! I’ll stay and talk to you, all night long! Or I’ll leave you alone, whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it!” You honestly had no idea what you were saying at this point. The crazed look on his face was worse than anything you’d ever seen before. Before, he was a predator playing with his prey. But now... he barely seemed aware of the world around him. 

“What I want... is you.” 

“Please, I-” 

“I don’t want anything else!” He shrieked, “I just want you!” 

His voice resounded through the woods with a startling clarity. It was as though his words ended the bout of insanity that he had been caught in. You watched as, very slowly, the realization of what he just said dawned on his face. He collapsed on the ground, his large body thudding heavily and his eight legs kicked up clumsily as he wrapped his arms around his torso. 

“I don’t understand...” he admitted after a long stretch of silence. “I was so happy, I had everything that I needed. These were my woods, and then...” he looked up at you, with such a deep-seated resentment in his eyes, “...and then, you came along. I can’t... I can’t do anything anymore! Hunting used to bring me joy. Building my den used to bring me joy. Watching the sunlight through the leaves, or the changing of the seasons – that used to bring me joy! And now none of it-” his fist pounded the ground as he yelled, “None of it! - brings me anything! It’s just you, now, I just think about you all day long. From the moment I wake up, to the moment I fall asleep! And even then... you’re in my dreams! You’re torturing me!” 

He ducked his head down as he calmed his breathing. When he at last looked back up at you, you saw that his eyes were filled with bitter, unshed tears. 

“You ruined my life... and for that I will never forgive you.” 

You felt your own tears begin to fall at his confession. Suddenly, it all became so clear.

Mars was violent, mean spirited, egotistical and oftentimes abusive. He had no right to be as cruel to you as he had been thus far. But he was also an intelligent, thinking creature. He had the ability to understand fear, and to feel it as well. And now, looking at him crumpled on the ground and struggling to maintain his composure, you understood that he was trapped in a cycle, a prisoner of his own mind, and he was afraid that he could never escape it. 

You reacted to your fear by running away from it, whereas he lashed out. 

“Mars...?” You took a tentative step forward. “Mars... I- there is no way that I could ever properly tell you how sorry I am.” Another step. “I... I had no idea that you were going through this.” Another step, and you offered him your hand. “But it’s going to be okay. You don’t have to live like this. You can be happy again.” 

He eyed your outstretched hand with suspicion. “You’ve made me weak.” 

“No!” You were quick to assure him. “No, not at all. Mars, I don’t think you’ve realized it, but there have been many big changes in your life since we met.” He didn’t even have a name, for God’s sake, so it was safe to assume that you’re the first sentient creature that he’s had any interaction with. Or at least the first in a very, very, long time. To go from being entirely alone, to having a friend that you depended on... you imagined that it would be a shock to the system. You crouched down to his level, hand still outstretched, but didn’t encroach on his personal space. 

“I understand that you’ve been hurt, and feel afraid-” 

“-Hurt?” he breathed to himself. “Afraid? ...So weak, you’ve made me so weak...” 

“...No, Mars, please listen to me. This is not a weakness! And you are not-” 

You yelped as he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him, your forehead smacking against his shoulder. You stayed very still as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck and let out a shaky exhale. He was holding you so tightly, and the coarse hairs of his arachnid body were scratching your skin. The two of you sat like that for several awkward moments. 

Then you heard whispering. He was saying something, to himself, but it was too inaudible to make out. 

“...Mars?” you whispered gently, too nervous to break the silence that had fallen over you. He didn’t respond. You tried again as you lightly tried to pull away... 

Hot, searing pain coursed through your neck as you felt his fangs pierce your flesh. You screamed out in terror and tried to push him away, but his jaws had you locked in a vice grip. The more you struggled, the more you felt his fangs tear into the deeper muscles by your collarbone, so you had no choice but to go limp in his arms, all the while still screaming. 

“Mars! Stop it! Mars!” for the briefest of seconds he began to let go, and you hoped that he was listening to you, but those hopes were dashed when you realized that he was just moving to bite another spot. This series of events continued over, and over again, with him keeping you pinned against his chest, attacking your neck and shoulder with painful bites, and you, shrieking and begging for mercy. 

You had lost your breath from screaming and were beginning to feel light-headed, with the sensation of hot blood dripping down your chest and back and the sounds of Mars’s lips smacking against your skin being the only thing you could focus on. You had been reduced to weak cries at this point. It took you a moment to realize that Mars had also been reduced to leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over the spots where he had bitten you in a very intimate way, almost like a lover would. 

His panting heavy in your ear, he began to move his hands up and down your back, trying to feel every inch of it as closely as he could, with his cold fingertips hard and digging into your skin. He hadn’t stopped kissing you, but now he was moving down from your neck. 

The implications of what was to come gave you an adrenaline boost.  You took advantage of Mars’ distracted state and threw yourself away from him with all your strength, managing to fall back onto your ass. He stared you in surprise, but you wasted no time, immediately hopping to your feet and socking him in the jaw as hard as you could. He cried out in shock and his face turned to the side, but by that point you were gone. You had already turned on your heel and ran away as fast as your little human legs could possibly go. 

It was so dark, the forest was so dark, and it was impossible to see when you were too busy screaming and crying like a banshee. You didn’t know where you were going, you just needed to get away. You ran blindly through the brush until, by some miracle, you ended up back at the farm. You kept going, legs and lungs burning up as you narrowly avoided the new rabbit hutch that you and Stan had built together only a few days ago.  

You bolted straight to the main house in your panic. You tripped up the stairs to the porch, landing on your knees with a grunt of pain, and crawled to the front door. When you began to pound on it with both of your fists, the blood – your blood, which had smeared off of Mars’ face and onto your knuckles when you punched him, stained the wood. 

“Help me! Please, for the love of God, someone help me...!” 

[jinxxangel13]

Ancient Enchantment

Chapter 7:

~Masterlist~ ~Prev~ ~Next~

Recap:

“Clever, isn’t it?” Professor Weasley smiled as she continued down a different hallway and a set of stairs. “Definitely keep your eyes open for more opportunities like this- both inside and outside of the castle.”

The twins continued to follow down different hallways throughout the dungeons after the professor. Azara turned back towards their common room door to watch it go from a doorway and transform back into the ground.

“Ah, a perfect opportunity to show you how to use these blue flames to get around a bit quicker. They’re called floo flames.” The previously unlit floo flame burned a bright green-blue as the twins got closer. “If you haven’t already seen it, your Field Guide contains a map of the castle, divided into two main areas. The left side is where students and professors reside, and the right side of the map is where you’ll find academic points of interest like the library, astronomy tower, and the greenhouses.” 

Azara hadn’t noticed but they ended up in a gorgeous hallway with stairs leading down, and two sets wrapping around to go up another level. All because they touched these ‘floo flames.’ 

There was what looked like a horse statue in the center with other features underneath it that she couldn't quite distinguish from where they stood.

“Here we are. Quite the time saver, the floo flames that is.” The professor looked back towards the both of them as she motions towards the stairs leading down. “These stairs lead directly to Central Hall. You can get almost anywhere in the castle from here.”

Azara gripped onto Alistair's sleeve as he started falling behind, dragging him down the steps towards the awaiting professor. 

“There’s always something happening here. It’s the heart of the hive. Our ‘King’s Cross Station’ so to speak.” Professor Weasley stopped next to the statue, which Azara could now tell were mermaids at the bottom that moved around the rest of the stone.

The professor hummed in thought. “That should be all for now. You’ll both be expected to attend not only Charms, but Defense Against the Dark Arts classes today. And I’m sure you’d like to be able to get to Hogsmead as soon as possible to replace the supplies the two of you lost on the way here.”

Azara and Alistair exchange a wordless glance, trying to figure out if either of them have more to say, before Azara nodded slightly towards the professor.

“Professor? What should we expect in Charm’s class?”

“Exactly what you might expect. Spells, charms, jinxes. All completely useful. I think the two of you will enjoy Professor Ronen. He’s a very clever and entertaining wizard- and a talented teacher.” 

Azara nodded her head to the information. “What about Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

“Defense Against the Dark Arts, as the name implies, focuses on how to defend oneself against the evils that lurk beyond these walls. A mastery of D.A.D.A. is required for those who aspire to become Aurors.”

Azara’s eyes brighten at the mention of the position, whispering to Alistair, “Like dad.”

“We are lucky to have the ever-gifted Professor Hecate in charge of our students’ education in that regard.” Professor Weasley spoke matter-of-factly. 

“You mentioned something called “Hogsmeade,” Professor. What is that?” Alistair shoved his hands in his trouser pockets.

“Hogsmeade is the only all-Wizarding Village in Britain, and home to an array of shops and pubs. You’ll be able to find all of the school supplies you require there. I imagine the two of you will also enjoy many butterbeers in your time there with your friends. All in due time!”

The twins exchanged odd looks, both thinking the same thing, ‘what the hell is butterbeer?’

“Uh, thank you, Professor.” Both of them said in tandem.

Professor Weasley chuckled softly at the slightly bewildered look on them.

“I know, it is a lot to absorb on your first day, and you have much to learn. Good thing your professors have agreed to create additional assignments for the two of you to do outside of class; you’ll be up to speed in no time, judging by your adept use of Revelio, as well as Geminio. Well done again, by the way. I’d say that Professor Fig has succeeded in at least showing you the wand basics.”

“He did, Professor.” Alistair smiled sheepishly. Neither of them bothered to correct her.

“Although, he has been incredibly vague as to the events prior to your arrival, specifically about what happened after the awful dragon attack.” the professor hummed, her eyes squinting as she looked between them. “My suspicion is that there’s more to the story than a search for belongings and an extended trip up to the castle, hmm?”

Alistair bit his lip to keep his mouth occupied, as to not say something he shouldn’t. Azara looked down to her hands crossed in front of her, eyeing the cut across the back of her hand and fingers. The flashbacks of everything that happened on their ‘detour’ before the ceremony swarmed her vision for a few seconds, but she shook her head to rid herself of the horrible event.

“I’m sorry professor, but there isn’t. Head’s still a bit fuzzy from it all, especially after hitting my head. I'm afraid that’s all there is to it.” Azara smiled sheepishly in apology to the woman. She hated lying to the professor that she already held so much respect for, but she knew they needed to keep what happened a secret for now.

“Hm, that’s almost precisely what Professor Fig said.” Professor Weasley looked over their shoulders suddenly. “Speak of the devil. Professor Fig! Oh, how your ears must have been burning.”

“Oh?” Fig looked at Professor Weasley questioningly as he stepped next to the twins.

“Yes. You seem to have provided our new fifth-years with a solid foundation in the basics of spellcasting.” She replied back to him.

Fig squinted slightly as he looked between the three of them.

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit there, Professor. They've both a rapt aptitude for magic, it would seem.”

Azara smiled shyly at the attention. “I’m just glad to have arrived in one piece.”

“Although I would have preferred the perfectly good boats or carriages.” Alistair commented.

“Ah yes, rather than choosing the path of a dragon?” Professor Weasley turned back to Fig, a slight tilt to her head, assessing what he could possibly say.

“Well, I wouldn’t say we chose the path of the dragon, Professor. Rather, unfortunately, it would seem to have chosen us.” 

Professor Weasley hummed, “Very well. Enough chit-chat. I must get to my own class as well. Might I rely on you, Professor Fig, to explain more details of the field guide’s map?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” She turned back to Azara and Alistair, “Good luck today, and remember to use your Field Guide when possible. It will be invaluable to you both, and invaluable to me since I will be using it to keep up to date on each of your progressions. Come find me after your classes, would you? I will explain more about those assignments we talked about earlier and see if we can't get you both to Hogsmeade for those supplies.”

With that, Professor Weasley turned and walked off to where Azara assumed to be the direction of her classroom. Azara took the moment to look around Central Hall, finally able to see the details on each of the paintings, tapestries, and even the floor and ceilings were gorgeous. It was very different from Uagadou, not that Azara would complain but it was still a big change.

“Professor, it’s good to see you again.” Alistair’s voice startled Azara out of her wandering thoughts, walking back over to the two of them.

“To you as well, Alistair, Azara. I was hoping our paths would cross this morning before you got too wrapped up in your studies. Did I also hear that you evaded Professor Weasley’s interrogation regarding our late arrival last night?”

“You did, sir.” Azara gave a bright smile, leaning against her brother's right side as they faced Professor Fig. “I did my best, but I’m fairly certain she suspects that the both of us were not being completely truthful. I hated having to lie to her, but you asked us to keep it a secret, so…”

Azara trailed off as she heard a pair of doors to her right open, noticing a few students carrying books out of what looked to be the library. A good thing to remember its location, if she were to be honest.

“Yes, well Professor Weasley is a smart and astute witch, so it was the right call to keep the details to yourselves.” Fig clasped his hands in front of him. “We don’t know where this path will lead, and it may require more flexibility with your time than what she would approve of. I fear she may feel obligated to share the details with the Headmaster-something I would like to avoid. Better to leave it between us.”

“We understand.” The twins said together, Alistair nudging her off of him with a chuckle. 

“Jinxx.”

“Alright, now as capable as you both might be, you should be off to your first class. Your Field Guide holds a map that I’m assuming Professor Weasley showed you. Well, the map is enchanted to help you find your way.” Fig motioned for Azara to show him the book to demonstrate. “It also holds your daily class schedule, which is subject to change depending on what you personally need.”

“Thank you, Professor Fig. This will be incredibly helpful.” She smiled at him.

“Yes, thank you.” Alistair mimicked.

Fig nodded, about to turn around before he stopped himself and looked back at the twins.

“You’ve got quite the day ahead of you with classes and your trip to Hogsmeade for supplies. Ah! And please don’t forget to pick up your own wands. Mr. Ollivander is an exceptional Craftsman and a good friend. I will reach out to the both of you when I find out more about that mysterious locket we found. For now, focus on your classes and pay attention. More than your O.W.L’s may hinge on the magic you master within the castle walls.”

With a smile and a wink at the two, Fig turned and walked back up the stairs of the Central Hall.

[pyre-of-rune]

Thorns[Mammon x GN!Florist!MC]

Summary: a continuation of my previous work: Crown of Flowers! Basically, MC has their “talk” with the brothers and takes Mammon to get away from his brothers for awhile. If you haven’t read the first part yet, I recommend that so you can fully understand what’s happened!

CW: MC uses a lot of choice words, there’s a lot of angry MC— and basically the brothers suffer in their guilt(as they deserve!!), OOC?? 🥲

Author’s Note: I am literally SO sorry for how long this took😭😭 I rewrote this like five times and never finished any of them, I just could not get the motivation to do it😭😭😭 I’m so sorry and thank you vv much to anyone who has waited this long for part two!

ALSO this part dooooes contain an OC of mine(for plot purposes) but he’s not a huge part of the plot so you can mostly ignore him…unless you don’t want to😏

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“Sit.” MC said, crossing their arms. Most of the brothers sat, except Lucifer who stepped forward. “MC, what is—“ MC waved him off “Sit.” They repeated. This time, surprisingly, Lucifer complied. MC wondered idly if it were an effect of the pact, but quickly pushed the thought away to focus on why they’re here.

“We’re going to talk about Mammon.” MC said, causing an almost collective groan from the brothers. “What did that scumbag do now??” Asmo whined. Levi growled “did he steal something from you? I bet he did!” MC clenched their fists, unfolding their arms “shut up!” They didn’t mean to shout, but it did get the brothers’ attention.

“Mammon didn’t DO anything. I’m talking about how you all treat him like shit!” They scolded “and you just gave me a perfect example! You always expect the worst of him! Is it because he’s the avatar of Greed? He can’t control that! You all should be the LAST ones nagging about his avatar, when the rest of you are just as bad!”

The brothers were all taken aback, looking anywhere but MC. But they weren’t finished. “Mammon has been NOTHING but nice to all of you. Not once has he EVER insulted any of you, and yet you all bash him like he’s your personal fucking punching bag! Well he’s NOT!” MC’s voice began to rise again, all the brothers silent with shame.

“Why do you treat him like that?? I’ll tell you why! You’re all frustrated at the way your lives turned out and Mammon is the only one who refuses to fight back. He won’t hurt any of you, emotionally or physically, because he’s a GOOD big brother.” MC glared at Lucifer, who winced but held his tongue. “You all think that because he puts up with it, you can continue to treat him however you want and he’ll never leave you because you’re family!”

MC crossed their arms again, “that stops now. If you don’t have anything NICE to say to Mammon, keep your fucking mouths shut. I’m disappointed in all of you.” They turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back “Lilith would be too.” MC saw the hurt their words brought the brothers, but they couldn’t bring themselves to feel bad. Not right now.

“Mammon and I are staying somewhere else for the time being. I suggest the rest of you figure your shit out before you talk to us again.” They said before walking out the door.

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Later, MC lead Mammon up the pathway to a large house, though not quite as large as the House of Lamentation. Mammon frowned, unsure. “Are you sure this is..uh, okay?” He asked “n-not that I’m nervous or anything! Your friend should be honored to host THE great and powerful Mammon!”

MC laughed “yes, yes. It’s fine. I talked to him before hand, and he is quite humbled to have such an esteemed guest.” Mammon seemed startled, not used to others feeding into his act. He didn’t hate it, though. The door opened and he followed MC inside, looking around. The house was beautiful, like something he would be asked to take a photoshoot in.

A few steps into the house they we greeted by a man with long green hair and sparkling pink eyes. He smiled at the two, opening his arms wide as welcome. “Hello! I’m so pleased to have you both.” He said, taking MC’s hand and leaning to kiss their knuckles. Mammon would have felt jealous had the strange demon not done the same to him right after. Mammon’s face went hot, and he sputtered. “Wh..Why yes! Finally someone who knows how to act in the presence of THE Mammon!”

The man chuckled, turning to MC, who introduced them. “Landon, this is Mammon, obviously, and Mammon..this is my friend Landon. He’s a photographer.” Mammon whistled “that explains the fancy decor. Ya really like silver, hah?”

Landon nodded “yes…but I do think gold would suit you just fine…” there was an underlining to his tone that made Mammon flush, and MC grinned at him as they took his hand while Landon proceeded to give them a tour.

“And these are your rooms. There’s a joint door connecting them so you don’t have to bother using the hallway.” Landon said cheerfully, then pointed down the hall. “My room is just down there, so if you two need…anything. Just give me a call~” he smiled slyly, looking at the two with half-lidded eyes before he walked away. “Enjoy your night~!”

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MC and Mammon laid on the bed in one of the rooms, Mammon’s faced pressed to MC’s chest as they lay in comfortable silence. Mammon was the first to speak “will they be okay?”

“Hm?”

“…my brothers. Are they going to be okay without us?”

MC smiled “you’re a great brother Mammon. They’ll be fine. They need some time to realize how much you mean to them.” Mammon nodded, but spoke again after a short silence “It wasn’t all that bad. Beel never hurt my feelings. Belphie never really had the chance to. He was too busy hating Lucifer, anyway. Asmo was nice sometimes…he—“ MC squeezed Mammon, the white haired demon falling silent.

“MC…” MC hummed inquisitively, feeling wet drops land on their collarbone. “Why do I still want to defend them? It hurts, but I can’t let go…” MC sighed, rubbing Mammon’s back gently. “Like I said, you’re a great brother. They’re your family, and family is hard to leave behind. Hopefully they get it together so you don’t have to.”

Mammon just hugged MC tighter, sniffling. MC reached up to gently grab his face, lifting it so they could wipe his tears away. They smiled at him, running a comforting hand through his hair. “You’re so amazing, Mammon. I love you so much.”

Mammon’s eyes widened. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had admitted to loving him. The words felt like a little flame being lit deep in his chest, warming him from the inside. He found himself smiling back, though it was small and fragile. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to MCs. They wrapped their arms around him, pulling him closer. When the foreign feelings in his chest settled, Mammon realized he felt truly loved for the first time since he and his brothers had fallen.

It was wonderful.

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Author’s Note two: HIIIIII TYSM FOR READING THIS FAR!! Idk how good this was bc I just randomly got an idea and a wave of motivation after almost a year of not working on it💀 I knocked this shit out in like an hour so don’t mind meeee

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⇢ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ » ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ, ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ, ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

“Diego please-”

“No you’re coming with me”

“Why?" 

"Because I can’t go back into that house not alone, please” his voice aggressive but you knew him better, he was scared of going back.

Turning to meet his eyes you could see the vulnerability behind the cold and ruthlessness. “Alright fine, I haven’t got anywhere else to go, and I owe you… a lot” you muttered, hitting him softly in the arm.

“Right well here we are” he stopped at the stairs. “What-” you said a little too loud

“Calm down, why do you think I told you to wear black” Diego said grabbing your arm and pulling you through the gate then through door. “I can walk Diego”

So far nothing had happened. You met some of Diego’s family, like Grace who he called his mother, Allison and Pogo who is a talking monkey in a suit. Later on you heard voices and followed Diego from the couch to the front door. “I’m glad you’re here” Allison spoke to someone you hadn’t met.

“Least someone is” Diego said a little harshly, but you stayed out of it seeing as this was a family matter causing you to stand there and play with your fingers.

Allison’s “Eat shit Diego” made you break your silence with a snort making Diego glare back at you before turning back around to face his siblings. 

“You’re really going to defend himafter what he did” Diego spat out

When he flinched at the harshness you a assumed that this man was no longer used to his brothers anger "Diego, leave it alone" you muttered at him hoping he’d hear, unfortunately he didn’t.

“You’re really going to do this today? At dad’s funeral?”

“Dad knew what he was” he spoke, turning around in disgust leaving the man in front of you sad. “Sorry about him”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it” he said slightly smiling at you “I’m Viktor" 

You were going to answer with you name but Diego cut you off "Y/n!” his voice called to you. “Sorry but that would be my cue”

“No problem Y/n”

“See you around Viktor and Allison” you smiled walking backwards to wave at them. 

You were stood outside the door of an office, giving Diego and his brother Luther some privacy, all though that didn’t do much as you learnt his name and heard something about a monocle. But not wanting to eavesdrop any longer you walked downstairs to hear some shuffling at the book shelf, curiously you walked around to see Pogo and Viktor, who both turned to look at you.

“Sorry I’ll uh, leave”

“No, no it’s fine please stay if you’d like” Viktor insisted with a soft smile. He then turned to look at the portrait of a boy. “How long has it been?” the question was directed

“sixteen years, four months and fourteen days” the old monkey said looking up at the portrait of the young boy the words NUMBER 5 on the small card like thing at the bottom of it, he’s actually kind of pretty, not in a weird way.

Diego had told you about him, and how he was annoyed at the fact his father wouldn’t let him time travel and then he had stormed out of the house and was never seen again after that. You walked away from them slowly and into another room that had two other people.

“Who the hell are you?"the taller one, you assumed was Luther said very rudely while looking down at you.

"Y/n, you asshole” you spoke up turning around when you heard the voice of someone else. “You know what I like about funerals? Everything I own is black” to the average person this man would have seemed crazy but you could see who he was talking to, the ghost of his very dead brother. Then he noticed Allison in the room and he smiled at her, “If it isn’t my baby sister. Ooh and the mighty Spaceboy” he slurred every word then he turned to look at you and his smile got wider. 

“Oh my god Y/n! I haven’t seen you since I last saw you” he squealed, he was stoned as usual. “Hi Klaus” you smiled, following him out of the room, “Hi Ben” you said finally acknowledging the ghost, as Klaus’ arm wrapped around you in order to stabilise himself. “Hi Y/n” the ghost grinned happy that his stoned brother isn’t the only person he could talk to.

Soon enough everyone was downstairs scattered around the lounge room, you were sat on the bar stool away from the trauma bound siblings. “Can we hurry this along?” Diego’s voice came out harshly, that’s all it had been since you both arrived at the house, you couldn’t blame him though.

“Right but this is a family matter” Luther announced glancing at you while stressing on the word family, you turned to look at him with your drink in hand. “Y/n is family, they're my  family” Diego said to his ape looking brother, “Ooo yeah they’re my family as well, they knocked some guy out for me” Klaus agreed “It was awesome!” you smiled wrapping an arm around Klaus’ shoulders forcing him sit down next you, before he tipped over.

“Fine, I thought we could have memorial service at sundown. Out by dad’s favourite tree” Luther suggested, honestly you thought you was a good idea

“Dad had a favourite tree?" oh shit, he had favourites?

"The one by the big elm?" Well this is awkward

You got up from your seat to get another drink, something stronger than whatever you just had. "Aren’t you to young to drink?” Viktor asked, normally you’d come up with some sarcastic response but the concern in his voice made you smile to yourself.

“Actually Viktor, I’m the same age as all of you” you said looking up

“What? wait how the hell does that work?” Luther asked

With that question you took of your jacket and opened your wings with a loud and concerning crack wings  sprouted out of your back and through the big cuts you put in all your clothes. They were big but they weren’t heavy to you having them was second nature, the black feathers faded into white with a little star charms a drunk Diego put in. You looked around at everyone’s faces, Diego rolled his eyes with a smile, Klaus and Ben had looks of awe on their faces because no matter how many time they saw it they thought it was amazing. Luther was shocked, Allison’s mouth was hung open.

Viktor smiled “You’re an angel?” causing Diego snort and you smiled at Viktor and the innocence of the question.

“I guess, I mean that what my powers are like. Also anyone who sees these” motioning at yourself then the wings on your back “thinks they’ve died and gone to heaven or some shit. I had one stoned person ask if I was God and then they got on their knees and started praying, it was an awkward conversation” mumbling the last part.

Next thing you knew everyone was outside watching this big blue black-hole like thing. The static noises were hurting your ears, and then Klaus ran back inside the house.

“What is it?!” Viktor yelled over the static

“Get back don’t’ touch it!” Luther ordered the rest of his perfectly capable siblings

“Yeah no shit!” Diego sassed

That’s when Klaus came back outside with a fire extinguisher, and threw it through the thing Pogo identifies as a black hole, great we’re all going to be sucked into it

“What the hell was that supposed to do?!” it was quite clear to you that despite being raised as 'superheros’ they panicked and fought about everything

“I don’t know! Do you have a better idea?!”

“Run? How about we run!” Viktor screamed at everyone

“Everyone behind me” Luther suggested no it was and order, one that almost everyone listened to except Diego and you, the both of you moving closer together on instinct. He moved next to you only slightly in front, his arm holding you close passing you a knife and taking one for himself and pointing it downwards ready to throw it. You put a wing around him.

That’s when you noticed something “Dee is that a fucking child?” squinting at the bright blue light

“What? Wait holy shit” Diego said looking from you to his presumed dead brother.

The portal thing disappeared and in it’s place stood a child, he looked the same age as you, that’s when it hit you that’s the kid from the portrait

He looked down at himself seeing that his clothes were too big for him all of a sudden he muttered “shit”

“Holy shit”

“Does anyone else see little Number Five? just me?” instead of answering the poor drunk his family ignored him as usual. While the boy seemed to be scanning his surroundings, 

for someone who just came through a disco ball he seems pretty calm

Everyone was crowded at the table Viktor sitting on the chair with Allison on her left, Klaus in the middle and Diego on his other side and you were sat in front of Diego, while Luther questioned the boy, Number Five. 

Luther stood up and looked down at Five “It’s been seventeen years”

“It’s been a lot longer than that” Five responded looking up at his brother and spatial jumped to get something from the shelf, when he turned around he saw you. “Which one of you idiots had a kid?”

“None of them asshole I’m twenty-nine” he obviously didn’t like your tone and he glared at you, and you stared back leaning your head on Diego’s knee. He teleported back to where he was, complimenting Klaus’ dress.

“What happened to you?” Viktor asked, apparently he was the only civil one. 

“What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go. Turns out pretty far” he stated not looking up from his sandwich, you looked up at Diego who was passing five bucks to Klaus, then putting your head back resting his thigh. 

“By projecting my consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of me that exists in every possible instance of time.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It would if you were smarter.”

The rest of the conversation was just him talking about some science bullshit and insulting Diego’s IQ. The only time you made a comment was when everyone found out he was fifty-eight. 

“You’re fifty-eight?” Diego asked

“No my consciousness is fifty-eight. My body is now thirteen”

When you noticed Diego’s confusion you explained to him that it’s kind of like how you are twenty-nine and still look like a teenager, and the only difference is that he regressed his ageing.

“Oh”

Five turned his head around looking for someone “Where is the old bastard? I want to rub it in his face”

“He died three days ago”

“Natural causes?”

“Yeah”

“No”

Diego and Luther said it at the same time causing them to glare at each other. “Well that complicates things”

“How so?”

“Well Miss/Mr whose name I still don’t know-”

“Y/n, you prick”

“Lovely to meet you asshole, I’m Five” he smiled sickly “but what exactly is the day today?” the others just watched the interaction

“the 14th of July”

“there’s not much time then”

“much time for what?” and with that the fifty-eight year old child was gone. "Five come back here! We’re not done" Luther sighed he definitely did not miss that.

The others looked shocked except Klaus and you, you were left unbothered you already didn’t like this guy. “Is there more pastrami?” Klaus asked

One by one the Hargreeves emerge from the house Diego dragging you along. “But Dee I didn’t even know the guy why do I have to here?" 

"cause if I have to do it so do you”

The funeral was taking place in the middle of the courtyard, Pogo was the last one to arrive supporting himself on his cane.  “Whenever you’re ready, dear boy”

And with that Luther tipped out the ashes from the urn, landing in a pile at his feet and he moved back to stand in line with his family. 

“Probably would have been better with some wind” you smiled at Klaus who shrugged his shoulders at Pogo. “Would anyone like to speak?” the question was answered with silence. 

Pogo sighed “Very well. In all regard Reginald Hargreeves made me the creature I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his dept. He was my friend and my master, and I shall miss him very much. He was a… a complicated man-”

“He was a monster” Diego cut Pogo off, and you sighed taking his hand into your own in some feeble attempt to clam him down, he took his hand away from you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders “He was a bad person and an even worse father, the worlds better off without him”

“Number 2, you ass” Allison spat out at Diego

“His names not Number 2” he squeezed you shoulder and let go of you. You were always quick to defend Diego, it was your instinct, he’s the only person you had since your father’s disappearance.

“Don’t you get that?! We’re more than the numbers he gave us” he went on, and pointed to the house “This entire place is a lie. That is his legacy”

“We’re his legacy” Luther couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Well I hope he’s proud” pointing to Klaus, Allison and Viktor “Drug addict. Fame whore and traitor” pointing to Number Five “whatever the hell you are and the mighty spaceboy” you muttered out a quiet “Amen” that didn’t go unnoticed by Klaus who you moved closer to because you knew what was going to happen.

“Well at least I didn’t turn tail and run”

“No you sat on the moon like a good little doggy. He had you 240,000 miles away. That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you” that’s when Luther lost it and lunged for his, and Klaus moved in front of you and Five who you were know sharing an umbrella with.

Diego who is faster than his hulk-ish brother dodged Luther’s punches, one lucky shot a Luther could knock Diego’s head off you pulled Klaus back towards you to keep him from getting hit in the middle of the fight which didn’t go unnoticed by Five. 

“Stop it!” Viktor yelled at his brothers not that they listened. 

Klaus was enjoying this “Yeah, no, stop it”

Now Diego who had speed on his side hit Luther who had size and strength on his. Pogo was actually trying to stop the brothers, unlike Five who rolled his eyes, handed you the umbrella and walked away in the rain. Luther ran at Diego who dodged him, so instead of breaking his brother’s bones he ended up breaking Ben’s statue. 

They stopped fighting and you turned to Ben “Sorry Ben" 

He sighed "Oh well, we can get it fixed" 

You weren’t sure when Klaus started smoking but it didn’t bother you much anymore you knew he wasn’t going to stop but that didn’t mean you had given up on the hope that one day he’ll quit.

"Diego! I’m going inside, think you can keep yourself out of trouble?”

He snorted “Probably no but I can handle it kid”

The next morning you woke up in bed, not yours so it was Diego’s which was confirmed when you when you opened your eyes and feet where in your face, so you did the reasonable thing and kicked him in the face.

“ow, you bitch!”

“well don’t put your feet in my face, jerk”

Soft snoring was heard from the floor “Klaus wake up!”

“Noooo”

You looked to the side away from Diego’s feet and saw Ben trying not to laugh at the scene in front of him.

Eventually everyone who somehow ended up in Diego’s old bedroom marched into the kitchen, it seemed to you that everyone else had just woken up as well.

Five was searching the shelves “it has to be here somewhere. what kind of adult doesn’t drink coffee”

“Dad hated caffeine” Allison spoke up

“Well he hated children too, and he had plenty of us”

You snorted, Diego sat down “You look like shit”

“Oh thank you”

Sitting down you searched the room, realising that the kitchen was missing a member of the family, a living member of the family that is. “Where’s Viktor?”

Pogo sighed, “He left this morning”

“Pity. He’s the only one of you that I actually trust” he looked up “Him and the stoned idiot”

Allison looked at Luther “Luther? You okay?”

“Give him a banana, he’ll perk right up” you kicked Diego’s foot from under the table, biting your tongue to stop yourself from laughing

“Oh good Diego’s still here. Said no one. ever”

You looked at her “I’m always happy to see him”

“Right, well Y/n and I are out. So, lots of fun guys. Let’s totes do this again”

Klaus perked up, grinning “Yes, let’s!”

As you and Diego move to leave, Luther blocks the doorway. “No one else is leaving

Diego looked at you "Hey, look at that, right on time”

“Luther-” Allison started but Luther cut her off “We have to figure this out-”

“There’s nothing to figure out! Dad died, the world spins, the end” Diego was getting hostile.

“You read the autopsy report”

“And?..”

“When they found the body, his monocle was missing”

Diego knew where this was going, he wasn’t going to deal with Luther’s shit not today, not ever “And?..”

“And think about it. Have any of you, ever seen Dad without his monocle? Even once?” That’s when realisation sets in for Allison “No..”

“And your point?" 

"That the person who has the monocle was the last person to see dad alive, or the first one to see him dead” Luther started “I don’t care what any of you thought of him” Looking around the room “What any  of you thought of him. You wanna hate his guts, fine, who gives a shit. But we’re not going to pretend like this thing didn’t happen. We owe dad that much”

Shaking his head “Get help Luther, seriously” turning to the other “Five, enjoy puberty. Allison, good luck with that Best Beach Bods of the summer list. I hear there’s some real fierce competition this year” in response she sticks up the middle finger “Klaus-”

Klaus smiles, knocking out of whatever daze he was in, “Are we leaving?”

“Me, and Y/n are leaving, just the two of us”

Klaus looks to you “Get your stuff Klaus, we’ll drop you off”

“Lovely”

Wordlessly Diego looks at Allison and Luther, then follows you out of the house

You made Diego wait for Klaus in the car, when he closed the door you handed Diego the keys and he started the car. Glancing back at Klaus to find him smiling brightly at you “every time I close my eyes I see a diaretic hippo about to shit on my face, it’s terrifying”

Diego had stopped the car near water because he needed to do something, leaving you in the car with Klaus and Ben.

Klaus opened the door “Yoohoo Diego. Hate to rush you through any kinda brooding moment you might be having, but c'mon man we’re starving”

Getting no answer only a dirty look from Diego, he sighed closing the door. “I’m craving eggs”

You turned to look at him “It’s too late for eggs Klaus”

“Waffles?” he suggested “You both like waffles right?” looking at Ben, he grinned when he nodded “of course you do, everyone likes waffles”

Next thing you knew, Diego was back in the car “I’m gonna drop you off at the bus stop” taking a small breath “I gotta get back to work”

You groaned, slightly sliding down the car seat. Klaus was feeling the same way you did “what, breaking balls?”

“saving lives baby”

“well I guess it’s frozen waffles again” dropping his head to the side to look at Ben.

With a few more words to Ben and Diego putting on his mask, you were all off.

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swiftbridgers masterpost/timeline

DISCLAIMER: though the events of this timeline are accurate to real life, swiftbridgers is a completely satirical conspiracy theory that i made as a joke in december of 2022 before completely forgetting about it until may of 2023, i am very aware that both taylor and phoebe have boyfriends that are 6’5” and could squash me like a bug

that being said, please enjoy:

It all starts with a song.

A song called sidelines.

A song about a man named Paul Mescal that was used in a TV show starring a man named Joe Alwyn.

At the time of the songs release, these two men had (alleged) fiancés named Phoebe Bridgers and Taylor Swift, and these (alleged) fiancés have a song together, that song is called Nothing New.

Although, in December of 2022, the news that Phoebe and Paul have broken up is revealed by the one and only Daily Mail, which resulted in a lot of tweets like these:

As at the time of the news breaking, Paul and Joe had just recently been on Variety’s Actors on Actors together, and about a month earlier it had been announced that Taylor and Phoebe were going on tour together in May of 2023, which gave us the first real photos of them together, which fans have affectionately nicknamed the “prom photos”

(keep May 2023 in mind, the bulk of this will take place in May)

Time-skip to March, 2023

On March 27th, Phoebe presented the innovator award to Taylor at the iHeartRadio awards, and not too long later Taylor posted about the release of Phoebe’s band boygenius’s album, the record. Unfortunately I can’t find screenshots of this anywhere, so this ask I sent to Jaime the other day and my memory are the only evidence I have

On April 8th, 2023, news broke that Taylor and Joe had split up after having been together 6 years. Some time later, on a date I have apparently completely repressed from my mind, news came out that Taylor was dating Matty Healy of the 1975.

I can’t remember if this was before or after the news broke, but whenever it was, I sent this to the discord

And so it began

May on Eras brought us a months worth of content revolving around the following:

Taylor backing away from Phoebe whenever she got within a certain distance of her, them staring longingly into each others eyes while singing the most devastating song you’ve ever heard, and most importantly, MEMES!!!

At the last show of Phoebe’s run on Eras, Taylor wore one of Phoebe’s Catbird necklaces, (and continued to do so pretty much until Travis Kelce entered the scene). In Taylor’s tweet about the MetLife shows she says, “@/phoebe_bridgers, I’ll miss you out here my dude, thanks for the duets and the dressing room heart to hearts 💕”

Since Taylor stopped wearing her jewelry, the only public interactions between the two have been via Phoebe’s Instagram Story (she posted “Slut!” on 1989 TV release day and Back to December on Taylor’s birthday) and that one time they went out to dinner in October or November.

so uh. yeah. there you have it! the complete swiftbridgers timeline. the seth meyers interview was left out on purpose because it doesn’t really link to all the rest of this. please refer to the powerpoint if you haven’t already!!