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Talk About A Celebration - Franco Colapinto x Reader
Summary: Fans are endeared by your relationship with Franco. Although, it doesnât take long to discover that his announcement to F1 had more exciting results for the long-term couple
Warnings: Fluff. Pregnancy. Suggesitve comments. Had to adjust the timeline slightly to make this workÂ
Requested: Yes by anon
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AUG 2024
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williamsracing franco colapinto to race for the reminder of the 2024 season, alongside alex albon
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its_yn if anyone can hear screaming, yes, that is me
user1 i cannot wait for everyone to finally understand how great yn isÂ
â user2 i can. i fear we need to gatekeep franco and yn
francolapinto thank you so much for this opportunityÂ
â its_yn donât pretend to be calm. youâre going to meet THE lewis hamilton. i know youâre freaking out inside
â user3 who is this and why is she all over the postÂ
â user4 oh dear. we have to deal with the f1 girlies not knowing who yn isÂ
alex_albon welcome to the team!Â
user5 where have williams been hiding him?!Â
user6 oh, well hello there
officialmpmotorsport theyâre your problem now
â user7 what does this mean?
â its_yn rudeÂ
user8 i was upset when i heard logan was being replaced but i think i might be able to forgive this
lilymhe @/its_yn i cannot wait to have another williams girl to gossip withÂ
â its_yn i canât wait to have a conversation with someone that isnât about tyres
â francolapinto you said you loved my tyre talk :(
user9 quick update for those who donât follow f2. yn is francoâs girlfriend. has been since they were 15. no, sheâs not a gold digger. no, sheâs not with him because heâs an f1 driver. and the biggest no, he will not date you because he is down bad for his girl
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its_yn my baby is finally an f1 driver! iâm so proud of you, franco. this is everything youâve dreamed of đ©”
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francolapinto i love you so much cariño
francolapinto i canât wait to celebrate with you later ;)Â
â williamsracing weâre going to have to media train you, arenât we?
â user10 no! donât take him away from usÂ
user11 not her posting the most boyfriend coded pics of him
dennis_hauger iâm just so glad it means i escape having pics of me taken whilst i nap
â its_yn oh, hun. i will literally see you in monza
â dennis_hauger crap
user12 i acc canât wait to watch yn terrorise the f1 grid like she did the f2 gridÂ
â its_yn i didnât terrorise anyone. i was making friends
olliebearman i thought i was getting rid of you! why are you following me
â francolapinto donât be like that. i know you missed me
â user13 iâve seen enough. get this man a seat for 2025
alex_albon iâm not sure i want you in the garage anymore. it sounds like you terrorise teammates
â lilymhe iâm so excited!Â
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SEP 2024
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williamsracing scored his first ever points in formula 1, in only his second race. ladies and gentleman, franco colapinto
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user1 okay but the way he kissed yn and spun her around after he come out of parc ferme
user2 franco has been serving this weekend. both with boyfriend material and points
â user3 yes! the way heâs had a hand on yn all weekend? we love a protective boyfriendÂ
its_yn what an amazing day for our williams boys!Â
â lilymhe my ears are still ringing from your screams
â its_yn donât act like you werenât jumping up and down with me
â francolapinto you were jumping?! you promised to rest
user4 i had my doubts but this little flirt has blown me away
user5 iâve seen enough. franco colapinto for wdc 2025 liked by its_yn
alex_albon iâm still deeply hurt that you wonât come out and celebrate with us
â francolapinto yes, but yn wonât be drinking tonight so we wouldnât be much fun
â its_yn oh yeah, blame me. iâm the fun suckerÂ
â user6 i bet sheâll be sucking something tonight liked by francolapinto
user7 franco is so unhinged and i love him for it
user8 i canât believe franco isnât able to celebrate his points because his gf said soÂ
â user9 actually, i donât think sheâs very well and franco is taking care of her, like a caring boyfriend does
â user10 yeah apparently she was throwing up before the raceÂ
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JAN 2025
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its_yn baby colapinto coming to a paddock near you in may 2025Â
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user1 she is so iconic hahaÂ
user2 omg sheâs pregnant?! i just diedÂ
user3 literal mother
williamsracing congratulations, you two! putting in a request for baby headphones right now
user4 every time these two post, iâm reminded of how chronically single i am
â user5 because imagine falling in love at 15 and then being with that one person for lifeÂ
â user6 poor girl has never had another dick
â francolapinto and she never will!Â
lilymhe this post has been up for two minutes and iâve already bought 5 baby things
â alex_albon sheâs not joking
â user7 alex and lily taking uncle/aunt role seriouslyÂ
user8 wait, if sheâs due in may, that means sheâs currently 5 months pregnant
â user8 which means she got pregnant in august. what happened in august? colapintoâs f1 seat was announced!Â
â user9 aha itâs a celebration babyÂ
â its_yn @/francolapinto i told you theyâd figure it out. they put it together when kevin got poleÂ
user10 omg! franco is gonna be a dilfÂ
â francolapinto @/its_yn pay up
â its_yn youâre not hot enough to be a dilf
â francolapinto thatâs not what you said when i was getting you pregnantÂ
â williamsracing you know, now that youâre with us for the 2025 season, weâre going to have to media train you
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francolapinto not long nowÂ
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alex_albon canât believe itâs a boy. poor yn has to deal with two of youÂ
â francolapinto if it isnât broken, no need to fix itÂ
officialmpmotorsport what do you mean williams get to enjoy baby colapinto and we donât? give him back!Â
user1 the kiss with the blue background? cinematic masterpiece
â its_yn thank you. iâve been training him since he was 15. heâs still a work in progress though
â francolapinto oi!Â
user2 yn gives off such boy mom vibes
â its_yn thatâs because iâve been trying to talk franco out of danger for yearsÂ
williamsracing cake? youâre supposed to be staying in shape!Â
â francolapinto iâve been doing a lot of cardioÂ
â user3 yeah, we all know what that means, sir
its_yn iâm still mad at you for scooping your cake out faster than i did
â francolapinto iâm sorry! i got too excited and i moved as soon as you said go
â user4 oh bless him. his super fast reaction time got him into trouble
â its_yn his lack of super fast reaction time is what got me pregnantÂ
â williamsracing we saw that! media training for you too
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its_yn matias william colapinto
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alex_albon oh wow. are you sure that baby is half franco? heâs too cuteÂ
â its_yn well, i did all the work
user5 did franco pick his middle name?
â its_yn yes -_-
â williamsracing we approve
â francolapinto come on, they are the reason we have the baby
user6 milf yn!Â
â its_yn finally!Â
lewishamilton congratulations mum and dad. heâs adorable
â its_yn @/francolapinto i heard you scream from the other side of the house
â user7 i love how heâs been on the grid for months now and become a father but still hasnât gotten over his awe for lewisÂ
user8 i sense a franco colapinto maiden win coming this year with his new lucky charm
â user9 and with it another baby haha
â its_yn no, thank you
â francolapinto yes, please
user10 franco about to make his own f1 grid liked by francolapinto
â its_yn franco! stop liking all these posts about more babies!Â
â francolapinto can we practice at least?Â
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Get Lost
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary:Â You get caught in the corn maze after dark but you donât think those footsteps belong to someone trying to help you find your way out.
Characters:Â Lloyd Hansen
Note: this is the fifth and final of my autumn fics as decided by all of you!
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Jaden points across the dash, receiving a swat from Alexandria as she tries not to veer.Â
âHey,â she cries out, âdonât do that. I canât see over your ugly sweater.âÂ
âOh, whatever, Lex,â he snips, âI was just trying to show you that.â He points again, this time without blocking her view, âyou see that sign ahead?âÂ
âSure, I see it,â she leans over the wheel as your nail taps across your phone screen. You huff. You wish theyâd stop arguing for one moment. âA maze?âÂ
âA corn maze. Doesnât that sound fun? I havenât been to one since I was a kid.âÂ
âOf course, you havenât,â you scoff and let your phone hang carelessly in your hand. âWeâve all seen that movie with the evil kids. Who wants to go running through a field?âÂ
âI do,â Ashton says, âbetter than driving around looking for those shoes that donât exist.âÂ
His girlfriend, Samira, laughs and leans into him. You blow a raspberry.Â
âItâs all the way out in the middle of nowhere,â you sneer.Â
âWell, Mrs. Xanny, you never want to do anything so your vote counts for nothing,â Jaden retorts.Â
âExcuse me,â you roll your eyes.Â
âIâm up for it,â Ashton raises his hand.Â
âMe too,â Samira mimics him.Â
âMe three,â Jaden declares. âSo looks like you two are outvoted.âÂ
âWhatever,â you mutter and Alexandria sighs.Â
âFine, but nobody better leave me behind. Iâm not getting lost because of you idiots,â she growls.Â
âDonât worry, Lexi, Iâll hold your wittle hand,â Jaden teases.Â
The others laugh and you go back to your phone. Youâre more interested in the new heels at your favourite boutique than some dirty and scarecrows. Alexandria steers on as she continues to snap at Jaden to stop distracting her. Her driving is a lot scarier than anything that might be hiding in the maze.Â
You swipe and tap and tune out the world around you, especially the two lovebirds exchanging not so subtle touches beside you. Jaden had to insist on sitting in the front. Finally, the car rolls, the axle jostled by the lumpy ground, and you look up at the gray sky. You hate daylight savings.Â
When the wheels are still, youâre reluctant to get out. You could offer to watch the car until they get back. Itâs cold and you donât feel like slogging through soil and seed.Â
âHey, Lex,â you begin.Â
âIf Iâm going, youâre going,â she snips as she undoes her seatbelt.Â
You curl your lip and make a face at her back. The others are already out of the car. Jadenâs bouncing eagerly, Ashtonâs staring at the gate to the maze, and Samira is draped off her boyfriendâs arm. They probably just want to find a dark corner so they can makeout. They are so high school.Â
âFifteen bucks?â You read the sign above the table, âblech. I could put that towards my hair appointment tomorrow.âÂ
âOh, boo hoo,â Jaden snorts.Â
âDonât act like you donât have the money,â Samira jeers.Â
You call these people âfriendsâ lightly. You all just kind of stick together out of familiarity. Most people youâve met arenât much better so why risk downgrading.Â
You take a step and feel your tall heel sink into the mud. Ew.Â
âOh, my boots,â you whine as you lift your sole, the muck dripping off of it.Â
âWash em after,â Ashton says.Â
âThese are Louisâ,â you snarl.Â
âAnd you have at least three identical pairs at home. Lighten up,â he barks back.Â
You cross your arms and seal your lips with a wry smile. Youâre not arguing with him. Heâs been a jerk ever since you turned him down at his sisterâs twenty-fifth. You suppose it was his birthday two, them being twins and all. Not that he looks very much like Alexandria.Â
You trod after the four others, trying not to step too deep in the mud. You growl at the ground. You know whatâs not dirty, a salon or a store.Â
âNice boots,â a deep voice rolls over you as you join the queue for tickets. Â
You lift your head and look over at the man nearby. He steps up next to you as you eye his bristly upper lip. Itâs a look, not a good one.Â
âBrave girl going in alone,â he comments.Â
You frown, âIâm not,â you step closer to your friends and they chatter.Â
âOh, coulda fooled me,â he remarks as he reaches into his jacket. âSo, those Louis boots... those are last yearâs...âÂ
âHow would you know?âÂ
He shows the lining of his jacket. Also Louis. He pokes his fingers into the interior pocket and slides out a pack of gum. He pushes out a piece and pops it in his mouth. He tucks the pack back into his pocket and drops his hands to his hip.Â
âSo,â he chews the gum loudly. âYouâre not really dressed for a maze.âÂ
âAnd you are?â You scowl, looking him up and down. He copies your posture and does the same to you.Â
âIâm not here for the maze, baby girl,â he winks and snaps the gum. âBut you have fun.âÂ
He turns and struts away before you can respond. Your lips open in confusion. What could he mean? You blink and shut your mouth, stepping up between Alexandria and Ashton.Â
âSo, how long are we going to have to stand around?â You ask.Â
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You hold your phone up in irritation. Your bars are totally gone. Great. This maze thing is so fucking boring. What are you supposed to do now?Â
You sniff and shake your head. You sigh and put your phone in your jacket pocket, keeping your hand in the fleecy insert as the chill creeps up your leggings. You guess youâll have to help or whatever.Â
âAlex--â you look ahead then back, and side to side. Your heart leaps and you rush forward as fast as you can on your six-inch heels, âAlexandria? Ashton?â You look around the next corner and the opposite way along the other pathway. âSamira?âÂ
You spin again, your ankles tangling together. You blink as the tall corner adds to the dimness setting over the horizon. You gulp as your heart pounds in your throat. You slip your phone free once more and turn on the flashlight.Â
You aim it ahead and listen for voices. You donât hear much past the dense wall of stalks. As you brush a bit too close, you cry out and back away from the hanging husk. You shake of the crawling sensation and turn back and forth again. You lost your sense of direction.Â
You look up at the sky. The clouds are thick, you can see neither moon or sun. You stop and pull your phone closer. You bring up your maps but itâs just a blank screen. Still no signal.Â
Fuck it. Just walk, youâll find the way.Â
You shine the light ahead of you, your heels sinking into the mulch of footsteps, husks, and stones. You walk unevenly over the soft ground. You mumble obscenities as your arches start to bemoan the height. If you had known about this special excursion, you couldâve worn your Uggs.Â
Thereâs a scuff, a strange echo of your own steps. You stop but it keeps going. You squint and twirl around, the light glinting off the corner and slicing through shadows. âHello?â You call out.Â
The footsteps continue but no one answers. You canât tell if theyâre ahead of you or behind you. Or to the left. Or right. You sway back and forth. This is getting weird.Â
You take a breath and set your feet. You nearly trip as your heels dig in once more. You grunt and pull them out. Youâre about to just scream for help.Â
A sudden rumble makes you squeal. What the hell was that? You twist around and it happens again. Itâs laughter? Someoneâs laughing at you?Â
You look at the tall stalks of corn, searching between the tight rows.Â
âAlright, not very funny. Ashton....â you holler.Â
The laughter gets louder.Â
âJaden,â you hiss.Â
The laughter stops.Â
âI really am not amused, okay? I want out. I never even wanted to do this stupid thing--âÂ
âThose boys are long gone, sweet peach,â the voice drawls around you like the wind, âIâm all man.âÂ
âWhere are you? Who are you?â You ask.Â
âIâm right behind you, baby, and Iâm your knight in shining armour,â he purrs.Â
You gasp and turn around. You beam the flashlight of the phone in the manâs face. You only get a glimpse of that short brown mustache before the cell is knocked from your grasp.Â
âWhat are you tryna do? Blind me?â He snarls as your phone disappears between the corn.Â
âWhat-- What do you want?â You step back, dragging your heels from the mud.Â
âI wanna help, baby,â he slithers. âYou seem lost.âÂ
You blink at him. Heâs a dark silhouette against the greyness trapped in the maze. You bristle and look over at the corn.Â
âSure, Iâll just grab my phone, thanks--âÂ
âAh, ah,â he comes up to meet you, blocking you with his arm. âI donât work for free, honey pot.âÂ
âFine, then go away,â you spit.Â
âWoah, ho, you havenât even asked what I want in return, sweetie,â he brings his other hand up to touch your cheek and you flinch away.Â
âYouâre not getting it, dude,â you back up.Â
âJust a little suck. Hell, you give the little guy a nice kiss and I wonât even make you finish the job--âÂ
âEw, no way,â you smack his hand down as he reaches for you again. âFuck off--âÂ
Heâs quick. He grabs you by your jaw and snarls as he looms over you, âfor such a pretty mouth it sure is fucking filthy. Wonât matter what I put in it--âÂ
âHey,â you grunt and writhe in his grasp, twisting your hands around his thick forearms, âget off--âÂ
âIâm trying, trust me--âÂ
You ram your knee up and feel the crunch in his pants. He wheezes and lets you go. You shove him and stagger backwards. You look at the corn one last time. Your phone is somewhere in there.Â
As he cradles his crotch and snarls, the urgency of the moment slaps you across the face. Fuck your phone. You need to get away from this creep.Â
Thank god you got insurance on your cell plan. You turn and lift your knees. You land on your toes, keeping your heels off the ground as much as you can. Youâre not going very fast and you know you look ridiculous but you donât care. You want to go home.Â
You pump your arms as you breath hitches. You hear groans and another set of steps, just like before. You get to a corner and turn before you crash through the corn. You heave as you race away, ankles threatening to bend. At what point do you just ditch the Louisâ and mourn them with your phone.Â
You cough and slow down. Shit. Youâre in terrible shape. You look over your shoulder, your breath foggy in the plummeting temperature. You donât see him. You donât hear him either. Good.Â
You turn--Â
âBoo!â The man startles you so you shriek.Â
You stagger back as he cackles and you hurl yourself forward. Your feet catch as your heels stab the ground and you stumble with your arms flailing away from him. Your shallow breaths thunder around you as you charge through the maze only to find yourself trapped at a dead end.Â
You stop and waver, lungs filled with fire. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You stomp with each internal proclamation.Â
âLook, sugar tits, you can keep running and Iâll keep chasing,â the man struts up behind you as you spin to face him. âBut it all ends the same way.â He sets his feet wide and cracks his knuckles. âAnd since you bruised my left nut,â he snarls, âyou can kiss that better first.âÂ
âUh, like why are you doing this?â You ask.Â
He chortles, âlike because I can.â Â
You snarl and cross your arms, âyouâre a loser. And youâre old. Like, canât you find someone your own age to creep on?âÂ
He laughs louder but thereâs not much humour in it. He stalks closer and your defiance glimmers, just a little. You donât know where he gets off. Does he really think he can just tell you what to do?Â
âSo, I knew you were gonna be a handful,â he grabs you by the neck and you wince. You slap his wrist and he tuts, bringing his other hand up to grope your chest, âin more ways than one.âÂ
âHey, fuck--â you grit out. âHey!âÂ
âLook, sweetie, itâs a simple transaction. I pull my pants down, you keep those teeth to yourself, and be real nice to me,â he glares down at you. âThe way you crushed my balls, youâre lucky I donât make you lick my boots.âÂ
âWhat is wrong with you?â You growl.Â
âOh, a lot,â he smirks. âNow, those boots must kill your feet so...â he jerks you roughly, âon your knees.âÂ
Your eyes tinge just a little but you wonât cry. Not because of him. You gnash your teeth and grimace at him as he peels his hand away.Â
âYou got one thing going for you, baby, and thatâs that pretty face. I can change that, trust me,â he warns. You swallow avert your eyes. He chuckles again, âgod, I love that pout.âÂ
You bat your lash and fight to keep the litany of insults inside. You caterpillar faced fuck. You viagra powered moron. You overgrown frat boy.Â
âThe next time you open your mouth, it better be to gobble my cock,â he sneers, âso donât even say it.âÂ
You look at him again. You set your eyes and your jaw. You step closer and he lifts his chin just slightly as he stares you down.Â
You grab his belt and he twitches. You unbuckle it and whip the ends aside. You pop the button open and yank the zipper apart. He watches you, his eyebrow tweaking. You push his fly wide and roll your eyes as you feel his naked pelvis beneath your fingertips. Of course, this weirdo is hanging loose.Â
You reach under his pants and angle his hard dick through the teeth of the zipper. You stroke him up and down with a dry, tight grip. He hisses and shifts his weight.Â
âCareful, like sandpaper,â he rasps.Â
You tut and look down. You huff. You move one foot back and bend your leg. You put one knee to the ground then the other. You make a face as you come level to his tip. Ugh.Â
âDonât look so fucking enticed,â he barks. You roll your eyes again and he swats your head. âKeep doing that and your eyes are getting stuck.âÂ
Old. Man.Â
You pump him again and slowly, inch by inch, lean in.Â
âAh, I said kiss the left one first, then you can get to the main dish,â he puts his hand on his hip.Â
You swallow and push down a tide of disgust. You lift him and lean your head to the side. You crane around and pucker, pressing your lips to his left ball. He twitches and groan.Â
âDamn, those lips are soft. Do the other one.âÂ
With bile brewing in your stomach, you obey. You pull back and put his tip to your lips. You narrow your gaze at his pelvis and spread your mouth around him. You wet his swollen head then work your way down his length. He might be a desperate loser but heâs not small.Â
You bob up and down as you take more and more of him. He curls his fingers into his hip as his other hand goes to the back of your head. He urges you on and you bat his hand with yours. You push back against him and flick your eyes up.Â
âYou are a stubborn one,â he rebukes.Â
Your lips meet your hand and you pump him emphatically with both, popping off his tip so he whimpers. He clutches a wad of your hair as his eyes gleam desperately.Â
âI kissed it better,â you wipe your mouth, âyou show me the way out, and you might just finish, old man.âÂ
He stares down at you. Agitation and amusement battle across his expression. He takes a breath and lets it out.Â
âOne last kiss and Iâll get you out,â he says, âAnd then youâll get me off.âÂ
The cold air swirls around you and the darkness floods through the corn. You squeeze him slightly and put a sloppy kiss on his tip with a loud muah. You let go and tickle along his length. You grab onto his arm and pull yourself to your feet.Â
âI want out. Now.âÂ
âAlright, princess,â he snickers. âDonât you worry, I got a throne you can sit on when weâre home free.âÂ
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Dear GOD todayâs LAES and SAMS episodes broke me.
But I am so PROUD of Moonâs emotional development and how he acted
Spoilers undercut;
First of all, Moon was able to recognize that the first thing to do was to let Lunar explain himself and even stopped Monty from beating him up
He also let Solar and Sun be in on the conversation of what to do next instead of making the call himself like he wouldâve done in the past, and even let them voice how much they didnât want to do this either but have too
I honestly expected Moon to just drop the âYouâre not welcome in this houseâ but the fact that he first explained that what if it hadnât been Earth, but Dazzle or Jack, and that if it was an accident or not he shouldnât have run away, makes me so proud of him
I love how Moon only yelled once the entire conversation. I love how Moon told Lunar that heâs still family, that they still love him, that heâs still his little brother
I think a fair portion of us expected Lunar to just be on the streets, but no. Even though Lunar isnât even allowed in the daycare, Moon said theyâll still send him money and help him find a place
Moon being specifically upset about Lunar using his emotional withdrawnness makes a lot sense because Sun, KC, and Lunar are the only people who have been in his head. And the fact that Lunar used that connection against him, something he used to do to Sun, hurts in a way many people canât even begin to understand
The fact that Earth is going to be the one that makes the final decision on if Lunar is welcomed in or not once sheâs stable makes me very happy as her getting hurt is what started this
I think I finally started crying when Lunar sounded so defeated and left after Moon begged him to pull himself together
Over on the SAMS side of things, Moon was clearly able to recognize that they all were hurting. His twin senses were definitely tingling when he woke up and heard Sun
He was able to realize Sun was having a nightmare and try to wake him up, not hesitating even when Sun almost hit him with a fireball. He just kept asking who Sun was talking too
Sun wishing he could have both Moon and Nexus hurts in more ways than I can count. I think Moon finally understands this, but Nexus never could
The Old Moon wouldâve just sent Sun back to bed, but Moon tells Sun heâs taking him to his lab to make sure heâs physically alright. He tells Sun he doesnât care about what time it is.
While I think him mentioning Sun is a bit of a low blow, I honestly think he only said that to convince Sun to go
Welp, Iâm off to cry in the shower
I just want our babies to be happy DAMNIT
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's security breach#fnaf security breach#sams#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#tsams#laes#the lunar and earth show#lunar and earth show#tlaes#security breach show#the security breach show
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Xcuse me but I forgot very important questions about BS parenthood.
Does he teach the kids more things besides fighting? Is he a cool dad, stoic dad, protective dad or "over-the-moon" dad? Does he gives romantic advises to his son? Does he let his little beast princess play with boys her age? Does he dreads the day when she falls in love? (I have the headcannon over my own BurningCheese fankid that whatever girl/boyfriend she gets they need to AT LEAST be able to put up with him in battle)
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Spice is 100% "over-the-moon dad" when they're babies. It's a pleasant surprise to many to see him so genuinely bubbly and smiley (not to Golden, though, she knows his soft side by now and is just happy to see him enjoying being a father). It's really cute. (I like the concept of hyper-masculine men being soft and loving towards their families ok)
As they grow up, he becomes a mix of all those dad modes, really. Mostly Cool Dad, because having your kids look at you like you're larger than life is just the best. (He's also not the best at disciplining them a lot of the time tbh. He wants to indulge their foolishness, it's more fun. He ends up acting like a child himself, wanting to have fun with his children. And then they all get chastised by Golden together after they break something lol)
He's less protective than you'd imagine him to be; not because he doesn't care, but because he really does have that much faith in their strength right from the get-go. It's actually Golden that's the overprotective one, at least when they're little; he had to coax her into letting them start their warrior training because she kept wanting to push it back and making excuses to do so. (She just can't bear the thought of her little ones getting hurt. She's lost so much already. If anything happened to her children, her little gems... Spice is the one to convince her to have faith in the kids and let them do things. Of course they'll get hurt, she and him get hurt all the time still and they're adults. But they'll be fine. They're tough. They have to nurture that toughness, not stifle it. They can't protect them forever... But they don't need to. The kids can stand on their own two feet. He's never doubted either of them for a second, for any reason. She shouldn't, either.) But make no mistake, Papa Bear is alive and well, just dormant. Only coming out when necessary. You want to see the old Burning Spice? You want to see the Beast of Destruction again? Hurt those kids. Harm a single hair on their heads. Make them cry, make them bleed. Knock on that devil's door enough and Burning Spice will answer it, and he will greet you with that axe of his and that fiery, seething hatred that once consumed his soul and helped burn away countless others'.
Burning Spice trying to talk to his son about love is a really amusing thought lol. I don't think he'd go out of his way to do it until he actually notices his son expressing some form of interest in someone, then it's honestly 50% Lighthearted Dad Mockeryâąïž and 50% Actually Trying to Teach My Son How to Be Smoothâąïž. Pepper Jack is having less than none of it, this is all embarrassing as hell, he doesn't want to hear a damn word from his father's mouth (he's a teenager by this point, what teen wants their dad to try to coach them on how to flirt lol). He tries to shut Spice down with sarcasm (Jack is the KING of backtalk and smartassery when he's a teenager, he's a damn menace) or just questioning his wisdom in general. He likes to bring up how annoying and gross Spice and Golden always are (unapologetic PDA constantly lol). He's already forced to witness what "love" and flirting look like, he doesn't need his father pouring salt in his wounds
(Jack once made the mistake of going "didn't you used to be weird and creepy towards Mother" once, as a sort of "gotcha". It made Spice genuinely upset and angry and he tore Jack a new one that lol. Jack felt bad (and kind of scared. Spice never really gets truly angry with the kids, but Jack has seen him get angry with others, and... Oh Lord) and apologized, promising he wouldn't say anything like that again. Things were cold and awkward between them for, like, a week. And then Spice got over it and went back to annoying his son like usual lol)
As for Matar Paneer... She's his princess. His little girl. His little flower. (He has nicknames for both of them lol. He really does love them very much.) She can play with who she wants, so long as she's happy and no harm comes to her (but again, he believes in her strength wholeheartedly and expects her to kick ass if trouble comes by). But... Oh. When she's old enough to date... Poor Spice, he's so miserable lol. He would unironically own and wear this shirt:
If Burning Spice is saying he'd gladly go back to prison for something, you best believe he's being sincere lol
It's Golden that has to step in here. Before, he was the one soothing her worries; now the roles are reversed. She needs Spice to understand that Paneer is a becoming a young woman and she has the right to pursue and be pursued if she wishes. It's ok to care and worry, but he has to let her live and grow. (She's her mother and has always been a girl's girl, she knows what's up and will always be 100% in Paneer's corner in this regard.) Spice once asked her to have more faith in them, now she's asking him to do the same. (And, of course, he can brutally murder whoever hurts Paneer, if that really does happen. But he'll have to wait his turn, because Golden already plans to do the same âșïž)
And yeah, of course Spice teaches them stuff besides fighting. He's happy to do so. He teaches them how to meditate (he gets back into that after he reforms. Jack picks it up a lot faster than Paneer does lol). He teaches them to make the traditional Wild Spice dishes he still remembers how to do himself (he lets the other spices teach them the rest). He... teaches them about history. About the Wild Spices' history, and about history in general. He sounds so... somber when he talks about things like that. It's strange to them. They're used to seeing him act lively and wear that sharp-toothed grin he's always got. But it must mean that what he's saying is really important, right? He wouldn't look and sound like that if he wasn't being serious, right?
#and of course he teaches Jack: âRemember son... dying is gayâ#also I love that headcanon of yours. That is Peak Spice behavior. More please#you should tell us about your fankid too. I wanna know them :)#cookie run kingdom#burning spice cookie#golden cheese cookie#burningcheese#goldenspice#cookie run oc#cookie run fankid
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Saw the Epilogue for Liar Satsuki just now and yeah no, I was coping when I thought it'd make things better. I still can't believe Akira and Satsuki didn't end up together. After EVERYTHING these two have been through together. Komachi is not even slightly as relevant for most of the manga, and you can say what you want about both their abilities tying them together thematically and what not, but frankly the entire manga set it up such that Akira x Satsuki was the obvious choice.
#unma rambles#liar satsuki can see death#usotsuki satsuki wa shi ga mieru#also the dad thing is... fine. Could've been done better if it was given more chapters to breathe#and the way he acted to her still makes me upset thinking about it#so seeing him forgive Satsuki but not acknowledge how much he's hurt her really annoys me#bullshit that things will get better fucking tell your daughter sorry#okay I'm sure he probably says it off screen given it ends on âWe need to have a talkâ but like#I can't just accept that#but this is just a me thing tbh#at the end of the day it's fine#honestly this is probably the first yuri to leave me so annoyed at its ending#I've read and dropped bad yuri before#not often does it leave me annoyed because I have a high tolerance#but like#wow this is the first time I've been mad at the ending of a love triangle#and part of that is that one side of the love triangle didn't even exist!#it appeared in the last few chapters and suddenly won#it makes no sense from anything but a thematic standpoint#and even then it fucking sucks on that point because Komachi and Satsuki barely interact directly compared to Akira#like if you wanted Satsuki x Komachi to be endgame#YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO MAKE THE READERS LIKE SATSUKI X AKIRA#the collective despair of the mangadex comment section upon realizing that this was the ending they were getting#yeah. I felt the same way man#okay that's it. I have things to do. ramble over.#rambling in the tags
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taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.
#let the record show i think love was there. do I personally perceive it as romantic / sexual? no.#mythal's perception of love & care is warped in and of itself#i think they loved each other. but she loved what she could take from him and what he could give in terms of service#not because she was romantically into him#also i wish we knew more about her & elgar'nan. her regret prison form says she holds no love for him anymore#and it makes me wonder when that love soured. was it when she was blighted? before that? was that love also born of duty and companionship?#this is the last post i'm gonna make ab this i think#bc i believe people are too caught up in the modern western ideas of love as thing we give solely to our romantic partners#and we literally have a character go âour perception is warped bc of the age we live inâ and some of you are still being purposefully obtuse#and i think trick saying it's up to interpretation is basically admitting EA had them dumb down the game anyway#if everything ab the rise and fall of the evanuris in game#was condensed to five 2min cutscenes it says enough that whatever the writers wanted#was swiftly cut down by corporate dept. basically saying it's in the fans' court now#also bc it's an easy cop out around new players & non solasmancers who are indifferent ab him / dislike him#as a way to appeal thru a more sympathetic lense of look!! he loved and was led astray#not to mention the clear justinia / leliana parallels#and leliana gets angry if you imply she was romantically involved / in love w justinia#and the romance descr when you remake your inq saying the dread wolf could not predict what it would mean to fall IN LOVE#implying he had never fallen in love before or at the very least experienced a romantic love#also him saying drinking from the well would make you a slave and he gets really upset#yet ive seen takes of âhes doing this for her cus he dgaf ab lavellanâ ?? he got mythal killed when he told her ab the blight#whatever feelings of admiration he had for her have rotted. he is literally burdened by his mistakes and his choice in joining her#i feel like if i were a spirit bound and twisted into a weapon i would need my creator to tell me i am Free. i would need that closure#like when cole says its not abuse to bind him if he asks and solas said thats not always true???#if you perceive her interaction w him in vg third act as#anything more than the way justinia released leliana in inq then im sorry maybe youre just obtuse#solavellan#mythal#dragon age meta
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I forget how much I hate the taste of vodka but the whipped cream vodka is so much better my god
#make a drink sweet enough that you canât taste it when itâs in ur mouth and then all u get is the whipped cream vodka in the burn#makes drinks more tolerable#also this is the fastest I think Iâve ever chugged an alcoholic drink#we are gonna get fucked up tonight bc we have daddy issues and fought with our mom this morning slayyy#smoked a cigarette at the lake now getting fucked up in my room while home alone#life is so good and itâs all bullshit forever#literally we could all die and it doesnât matter and life is weird and crazy and I am happy it sucks and I am so fucking thrilled to be aliv#at all#life is good regardless of death but I wish death would just like wait patiently for my family#dad I miss u I hope you had a good four twenty where ever you ended up. im sorry moms acting like this. I hope my brothers okay at school.#I hope heâs having a good time and isnât completely overwhelmed with everything. I was right and apparently heâs gonna come home after grad#uation and im excited to have him home again but my mothers all upset. I know it sucks that youâre dead but itâs nice knowing in a weird way#that youâre the reason me and hunter got close again. so thanks I guess for that. and smoking made me and mom grow closer. idk. youâve done#a lot for us and most of it had to do with weed. today hurt worse than my birthday. or the six month anniversary. today sucked. and no one#else seemed to be torn apart by it and it made me feel like I was going crazy and no one could even tell#you wouldâve noticed if I was acting different. I love you. wherever you are I still love you. and Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry I was such a bitch.#and I wish I took better care of you. but you were my father I wasnât supposed to take care of you. you shouldâve been there for me. we shou#have been there for mom and hunter and your parents and Iâve been thinking a lot about grammie actually. I donât know how I feel. thinking#about her makes me cry now. I donât have the heart to make her cry talking about my childhood but I miss her. and I miss being young. I miss#you coming to my Fatherâs Day dance recitals and coming back from bike week in Laconia and bringing me flowers always wearing your grey#Harley Davidson jacket and youâd have flowers in your arms and youâd be bored but so proud and youâd hug me and youâd smell like weed and#your beard was always scratchy when youâd hug me and I just miss you a lot. I miss you and I fucking hate you for it fuck.#note to self. âdonât be pmsing and then get drinking and smoking and thinking of your dead father. you will cry
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I really do think I need to work on the fact that whenever I donât get enough sleep and/or am prematurely awoken by something I act like a fucking banshee
#itâs the real reason i can never have kids. sleep deprivation turns me into those screaming women in midsommar#my mom used to send the family dog to wake me up for school because she knew iâd never yell at him#literally animals are the only exception to this i have found. i have never been mad at kim OR mabel for waking me#(or cali when she slept on my bed sometimes and would prod me to make sure i was still alive#OR boris when heâd run on his wheel at 3am <3)#oh i do want to harm the seagulls when THEY wake me up. but i donât do it obviously#iâm just ridiculously cranky and emotional when iâm tired. itâs like the floodgates open#i just cease to care what i say or do anymore itâs very bad#me and my friend were comparing our sleep times for last night according to fitbit and mine was 8hrs 5mins#hers was ONE HOUR AND SIXTEEN MINUTES i was like.. how did you even make it here#i wouldâve gotten in a fistfight with a grown man on the way. or had to stay home and cry in my kitchen#iâm at a point i think the people in my life warn each other if i slept bad because iâm not going to be acting normal#iâm either manic or PISSED OFF or crying#itâs upsetting. i should work on it!#OR make sure i sleep great all the time and the problem never comes up. đ§#personal#*just remembered a kinda funny example of me acting crazy when something woke me up#iâd just gotten to sleep and my flatmate got in and immediately started blasting mariah carey#(it was like 2am mind you)#i crashed out of my bedroom; down the stairs and started hammering on his door#he went âyeah?â all casual and i yelled âI HAVE CLASS IN THE MORNING TURN THAT DOWNâ he said âoh shit sorryâ#what was funny about this was that our other flatmate who lived in the basement apparently couldnât hear the music#but he heard me hammering on the door and screeching#not sure how to feel about that
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âsatoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.â
âïžïœtags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!
satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises â yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.
ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasnât like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.
though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didnât even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.
âmama, mama!â your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, âgo, mama, go.â
you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughterâs toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.
âmama, go! mama go papa.â
satoruâs head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isnât mad at youâmore like sad that you still seemed upset with him.
your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dadâwants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.
you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughterâs mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoruâor actually just make it upâbut there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you werenât yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.
however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you donât even fully remember what it was about, thatâs how irrelevant it was to your brain.
âcâmon, pumpkin. âtis not nice for you to bother mama while sheâs cooking.â satoruâs soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; âmamaâs busy, âkay? letâs go play with papa.â
even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didnât fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.
âno, papa. mama!â the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoruâs heart â shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.
satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.
âcâmere,â satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, âlet me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.â
your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with thisâeven when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to youâyour comfort comes first. if you werenât ready yet to make up, heâd let you go. even if itâd hurt him immensely.
you donât answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoruâs torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.
it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.
your daughter finally gigglesâa sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husbandâs body.
âmama papa, wuv!â the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the babyâs forehead before doing the same to you.
âmhm, papa loves mama veeery much.â satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, âpapa loves his sweet little angel too.â
you canât help but chuckle along with your one year oldâwho seemed to be extremely content in her parentsâ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.
âmama also loves papa very much.â you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.
your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoruâs arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.
he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face againâeyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.
âwaaaaah! mama papa, me, me!â
the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughterâs excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.
âohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.â satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, âshall we?â
you giggle and nod backânot able to refuse your little girl any longer.
it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your childâs laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x female reader#jjk fanfic
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Part Four
Can't stop thinking about reader losing her cool.
"So we're closed, John." You said, trying to be cordial.
"Is that all you have to fucking say?" He practically growled before huffing. A humorless chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "I suppose not since you won't respond to any of us."
"Don't do that." You said taking a step back. Trying to create some distance between you and him. John would never physically hurt you. That much you knew.
"What?" He asked. His voice rising as he stepped closer to you. "Be angry that you pulled that shit and then left? Stopped talking to us. Changed your fucking locks. Last thing we even knew about you was that you got on a fucking plane and left. Even your friends wouldn't tell us anything besides that you were okay." "Which considering this came out of bloody nowhere, I find it highly unlikely that you are in any way 'okay'."
You took a deep breath. You wouldn't be intimidated. You wouldn't clam up. You wouldn't cry. You won't go back on your decision. You will be cordial and polite and not unleash everything you want to.
"I understand you might be upset, but it's for the best. It wasn't working out and I wanted to end on somewhat good terms. I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice and stopped speaking to me in that way." You could barely recognize your voice. It sounded so scripted. So robotic. But it was something you had been telling yourself. Excuses you had been telling yourself.
Because if you told yourself the truth. The picture you would paint would tell a different story. It wouldn't highlight the fact that John spoke to you like he was one of your men or that Johnny had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. It wouldn't show what a flake Kyle was or that Simon was well and truly a mean-spirited person.
It would show how you weren't worth it. Four possible men. Four possibilities of happily ever after and none of them chose you. That no one ever did and no one ever would. You weren't worth it. You weren't loveable.
It wasn't right, but it was what the voices had been telling you late in the night. When you would crawl into your cold bed. The silence of the room not filled with John's steady breathing or the sound of Kyle's heartbeat as you laid you head on his chest. The absence of Johnny's occasional snoring or whatever Simon was watching playing in the background of your dreams.
In the void, all your dark thoughts came back at you.
"Upset?" He asked, his voice still louder than you would have liked. "An understatement considering the stunt you pulled."
"You think it was a stunt?"
"So Johnny thought with his dick and didn't plan things out. You should have told him instead of crying to Simon and then pulling this shit." "Christ, I knew you were still young, but I didn't take you for that immature."
"You know what?" "I'm done." "I am so fucking sick of making excuses for you all." "You want to act like I'm the immature one, John?" "You are 35-year-old man who cannot separate his work from his work like. You have continuously talked to and down to me like I am one of your men, only to turn around and always blame your shitty fucking attitude on work. I get that your job is stressful, but I did not sign up to be your verbal fucking punching bag."
"And this come and fucking go incident with Johnny. It has been a consistent issue with him coming over just to fuck. I've asked him for that last six months that 'hey, we've been seeing each other for a year and a half, I would love to meet your family' and suddenly the dates stop. He doesn't ask to see me until after 7 PM. He brings food occasionally, fucks me and leaves. Sometimes before I even wake up."
"And the only reason Kyle is the person I am the least pissed off with is because I haven't even seen him." You took a step closer, not noticing how the anger in John's eyes had softened. "I have not seen Kyle in weeks, to no fault of my own. I stopped reaching out to make dinner plans after the third time he canceled on a date night when I was either on my way or already at the restaurant."
"And Simon?" You scoffed. "Well, it doesn't really matter. After all, as he said I get mine. You all make me cum which is supposed to magically erase how shitty you've all been as partners. It's supposed to erase the nights I've cried myself to sleep debating on whether or not there was something wrong with me. How I'm not good enough to meet anyone else in your lives like some dirty fucking secret. How none of you can even bother to pencil me for a group dinner so I can tell you a publishing house picked up my book. How at some point you all stopped caring or maybe never did."
You took a breath. Blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay.
You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't cry.
"As Simon said it best, I should have known that spreading my legs wouldnât end with one of you putting a ring on your finger.â
For once, John was silent. Unsure of what to say. An apology starting to form at the tip of his tongue before realizing 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. Not this time.
Had he really been that sharp with you? He knew that there were times he had gotten short, but he almost always apologized immediately after. If not at the very moment he took in your crest-fallen face, then definitely later. But he almost always told you he was sorry. Didn't he?
"So as I said," you swallowed down the lump in your throat. "I'm closed. We're done. Now get out." Your face held no sadness. Even though your eyes were nearly full to the brim with unshed tears, you weren't sad.
You were finally angry.
#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#angst#angst with a happy ending
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Here's an arc I thought about doing but won't do because, it'd be a bit too sad and also it's too similar to the Turing Point Arc I already did and also it would be long. But I'll write it here for you angst enjoyers. This ended up being longer than I thought.
Despite getting the "okay" from Ash to date Jessie, Delia still worries that she's not doing the right thing or being a bad mom. Up until now she'd convinced herself that she had the right to be selfish for once after knowing only sacrifice and putting herself last.
Jessie and Ash, while not as antagonistic towards each other, still go at it. A Pikachu zap here, an angry "twerp" being uttered there. The guilt settles in for Delia and figures that it's best to just cut things off before things potentially get worse or before she gets too attached to Jessie. Her son comes first after all. That's what she signed up for when becoming a parent.
She sits Jessie down, eyes watery (it's the first time Jessie's ever seen Delia come close to crying). Delia says she thinks they should end things. Jessie is stunned but accepts it quickly. She sucks it up in the moment, puts a resigned smile on her face and tells Delia she'll leave immediately and not to worry about her. Delia's also broken up about it but promised herself she'd never cry over a goodbye and she wasn't gonna start now.
Jessie goes to James and Meowth's place greeted similarly to this, lightly teasing her about blowing it with Delia, and she breaks down sobbing. Oops it's real this time. James and Meowth do everything in their power to make her feel better. They let her know that things like this happen and they're ready to go wherever she wants to go (knowing that it'd likely be to painful for her to stay in Pallet). As much as she wants to leave, she doesn't want James and Meowth to lose the good thing they have going. She's not in the right headspace to make any decisions so she'll get to it later.
Ash returns home after doing a little training at Oak's lab. He notices Jessie's not around and asks his mom where she is. Delia is about to tell him but can't quite bring herself to say the truth out loud yet. She simply says "I don't know". Ash looks disappointed. "Aw man, I wanted to see if she wanted to battle. She makes a good battle buddy for all of my newer, baby Pokémon." Delia perks up that this. As quickly as he came, he leaves again to go train his Pokémon.
Later, Delia approaches Ash, asking him if he really meant that what he said about Jessie being a good battle partner. He gives her an enthusiastic "yeah!" and tells her that it's been nice having another battle ready trainer around since there's not many in Pallet. Delia starts to pry a little more. "I thought you and Jessie didn't get along?" Ash is confused, and tells Delia they get along great! "Jessie doesn't steal anymore! And she's getting better at battling which is cool." Delia brings up that she's head them argue before. "Oh... well I guess that's just how we are. I'd be weirded out if she was suddenly too nice to me all the time. Jessie's actually a lot like Misty. But taller!" This gives Delia a lot to think about but what's done is done and it's no use pressing on. It's easier this way.
The next morning Delia's getting ready for work. She must not have noticed that she was acting weird but Ash picks up on it. "What's wrong mom?" Delia's shocked he noticed (he's not usually this perceptive). She tells him it's nothing and that she just slept bad. "Hm. But Jessie says that when you're upset you get really quiet and intense." Delia notices that she was pretty intensely mixing the pancake batter. "Jessie told you that?" Ash nods. "Hey speaking of, where is Jessie? Haven't seen her since yesterday." Delia stops mixing and tells Ash that she and Jessie aren't together anymore. Ash is confused and upset at the idea of Jessie doing something that would hurt his mom enough for them to break up. Delia lets him know that Jessie didn't do anything like that and that them breaking up was just for the best. But Ash questions this, pointing out that he's never seen Delia as happy as she was when Jessie was there and also how Delia looks really sad now. Delia can't argue with that but then tells him that it's complicated. Ash, to Delia's surprise, looks a bit disappointed. He's bummed he wasn't able to say goodbye first and asks if she thinks Jessie would still be willing to come by and train with him sometimes. Delia asks him once more if he was really okay with her and Jessie dating. "Yeah I thought I said that already? Jessie's pretty cool when she's not being evil. And she really likes Pokémon which is a plus!" Such simple criteria. Delia's now worried that she might've made a mistake. She finishes making breakfast and heads to work.
At the restaurant she's met by James. She can feel an awkwardness hanging in the air. She knows that James knows. Before she can say anything James tells Delia thank you for employing him and helping him, Meowth and Jessie get back on their feet but that he's going to quit working at the restaurant and that they'll likely be leaving Pallet soon. Delia's heart sinks. There's now a ticking clock and she has to decide what she wants to do SOON. She asks James where Jessie is. James hesitantly tells her that she's at his and Meowth's place. Delia pleads with James to work the restaurant for one more day at least and to cover this shift. She has to go talk to Jessie. He agrees, hoping that this is a good thing.
Delia runs to James and Meowth's place. She knocks on the door upon arrival and waits. It takes a moment but she hears the door unlock. Jessie opens the door, disheveled, tears and snot all over her face, draped in a blanket. Jessie notices it's Delia and, frightened, slams the door. Delia's stunned for a moment and goes to knock on the door again but before she can the door opens. This time Jessie's tears are gone, her hair's fixed and she ditched the blanket. "Oh hey, Delia! What brings you here?" Delia can't help but be charmed. But this is serious. She shakes it off and asks if they could talk. Jessie invites her in. They get to the couch and Jessie starts frantically cleaning up all the crumpled tissues and dirty dishes off the ground. "Heh I caught a cold yesterday. A one day cold. I'm fine now." Delia doesn't call out the obvious lie and gets straight to the point.
She tells Jessie that she's worried she made a mistake. She made a panicked decision that she was hoping would protect Ash and her future self. But now realizes that she was afraid of the idea that she'd made a selfish decision by dating her. It was a selfish decision but that didn't mean it was a bad one. She was the happiest she'd been, Jessie and Ash were learning to get along and were getting along much better than she'd though. She acknowledges that Jessie has been there for Ash in a way that she can't quite be and is also grateful to her for managing to keep Ash home a little longer. She asks if Jessie would be willing to take her back (despite the distress she caused). Jessie starts sobbing with happy tears. She tearfully says she'll try even harder to get along with Ash and be a better person. Delia reassures her that she's doing just fine.
They kiss passionately but then realize it's weird that they're making out in James in Meowth's place and say they'll continue later. Delia tells Jessie to head back home and that Ash is looking forward to battling with her (and she also needs to let James and Meowth not to quit their jobs).
The end~
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âșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âș dark!fic recs
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
âriseâ - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series iâve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her âthe day the world endedâ universe and it completely blew me away. i couldnât believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
âwhen the bough breaksâ - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smutâŠmakes up for it. yes yes.
âi burnâ - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
âone way or anotherâ - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. thatâs it.
âsomething wicked this way comesâ - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
#lari's fic recs#dark!rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark!peter parker#dark!peter parker x reader#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#dark!ethan landry#dark!ethan landry x reader#dark!ransom drysdale#dark!random drysdale x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#rafe x reader#jj x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader
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Tell me you love me
Pairing: f!reader x Sukuna Ryomen.
Word count: 2512.
Warnings: ANGSTTTTTT. An attempt at it at least lmao, let me know if I did a good job with it. A bit suggestive in the middle. Cursing. Mentions of cheating (mentions!!! No cheating in this house).
People often say that Sukuna would be obsessed with the reader/oc, but I think a relationship with him would be the hardest thing ever.
He doesnât get the concept of being in love: at the start of your relationship he found out you were more tolerable than anyone else, he assumed that meant he liked being around you and went along with it. Of course he fell in love in the long run, but for him itâs embarrassing to admit it. He barely even said it when you asked him why he wanted you to move in with him.
Itâs not like he isnât obsessed with you: heâs obsessed with the way you just seem to get him, with the way you smile when he comes home from a long day at work, with the utmost kindness you treat people around you with and that he lacks completely. Heâs mesmerised by you, by the curve of your hips, the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your hands on his body.
He doesnât show it, though.
Heâs used to being rough and redeems emotions as futile. Like he already said to you in a couple of your arguments, if you get him you get him, if not, heâs not explaining himself. Everything he does is thought of and automatically right, so why would he give you explanations?
But sometimes in relationships you need communication. He doesnât see how intense it is to be next to someone who acts like he doesnât care about what you want to share in your daily life. And again, he does care: if he could, heâd make a copy of you yapping and just listen to it on repeat while working. He loves how passionate you sound while talking about your hobbies, he finds the little tilt to your voice when you search for his approval adorable. He doesnât see how difficult it is to be with him because heâs only been with you, and youâre so good at communicating and making him feel heard he doesnât notice heâs not reciprocating your efforts.
And that means that heâs never the one who wants to resolve misunderstandings, because he thinks they donât really exist. You were upset about your dish not coming out the way it was supposed to and instead of reassuring you it was still edible he straight up said it looked horrible and walked away? Heâs not sorry. He spoke his mind, did he not? And why would you be sad about the truth?
Youâre not weak, and youâre not shy either. Kind people are not necessarily stupid, and youâre living proof of that. Heâd never be in a relationship with a weakling who doesnât know how to raise her voice and stand her ground. Youâre fierce in your own way, and you know how to manage his stubbornness 90% of the time. You donât like being disrespected or ignored, and you made sure to talk his ear off whenever he did it. Not like he purposefully did it, anyway.
But as a person who understands emotions and feels emotions, sometimes being with him frustrates you. And it comes to a point where you debate on keeping being next to him or leaving him for good.
Heâs not the only one who has hard days, but when both of you have one, the silence inside your house is deafening. Youâre the one who usually starts up conversations, but your mind is occupied with other things. Youâve barely touched your food.
âWhatâs got your panties in a twist?â He scoffs at dinner. He doesnât like you frowning, it wrecks his heart. It makes him want to destroy the face of whoever took the smile he lives for off your face.
You sigh. âYou know how my parents said they were coming to visit us next month? Well-â
Heâs silent. Fuck, when did she say this? He thinks. Probably one of those days where the thought of your thighs suffocating him all night plagued his mind last week. Fuck, heâd take a bite of them right now if you let him. Maybe he could suggest it. It could take his mind off of his own shitty day.
âAre you even listening to me?â You say sternly. He notices you kept on talking while his mind wandered, but he disregards it.
âWanna fuck?â He asks instead.
Youâre baffled. âSukuna, what the fuck?â
âDamn, you couldâve just said no, brat,â he says rolling his eyes.
You get offended. âDonât fucking ask me whatâs wrong if youâre not going to listen to me.â
âYeah yeah, you were probably going to talk about how worried you are and shit. I donât care about that. If you donât want to get my dick wet Iâm going to rub one out,â he says waving his hand in front of your face and standing up from his chair.
You huff out a sarcastic laugh. âAre you serious?â
âWould you prefer me to find someone else to do it for me?â He bites, snapping his head toward you.
He sees you widening your eyes. If thereâs a thing you donât tolerate is cheating, or jokes about it. He knows it. He knows it, dammit. Youâre fuming.
âYouâre an asshole. Fuck you. Iâm sleeping at Nobaraâs,â you spit at him, grabbing the purse you left on the side of the table and rushing out the door, slamming it.
When heâs left alone in your shared living room, he keeps on looking at your front door. The silence is making his head hurt, the only thing heâs hearing is the sound of the door slamming. Did he overstep? Nah, you were probably overreacting. He shrugs and finally moves from his spot, going to put his dish in the sink. He leaves yours on the table, because maybe youâll be hungry when you come home. You usually are after an argument. Youâll come back after a couple of hours saying you didnât want to worry him too much, youâll sigh saying this canât keep on happening and that youâre tired of arguing, then heâll hug you and everything will be alright. Just like it always is. Youâve never left like this, though.
He ruffles his hair; heâs angry at everything and everyone. You shouldâve got that heâs the one overreacting, why didnât you get him like usual? Why arenât you still back after 3 hours? He hates feeling angry. He hates feeling tired. He hates feeling in general. Most importantly, he hates that the hands in his hair are his and not yours. He hates the way right now heâs craving your soft voice reassuring him in his ear, your sweet words covering him like a blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while lying on your couch, reminding you that youâre there. Youâve always been there. Thereâs no one else for him, thereâs never going to be one. Heâd never cheat, youâre so stupid for getting angry about it. Why did you get so mad about it? Suddenly, heâs thinking about random stuff you said that he ingrained in his head.
I love you too, Sukuna. Iâll wait for you to tell me that without me forcing it out, mh? Iâll move in with you, sure, if you ask me so that nicely.
You picked this book because it reminded you of me? Thank you, baby. I love it. Both the book and the fact you thought of me.
Can you stop messing up my sock drawer? No, I did not hide your cigarettes there. But please stop smoking, I love when you taste like my lip gloss and not that disgusting shit you inhale. Give me a kiss so I can prove it to you. Iâll take your breath away way better than tobacco.
He smirks while on the couch, alone. Youâre so cute. He wants to bottle up your laugh. Why arenât you back still? His mind doesnât stop, though.
You hurt me, Sukuna. Why canât you notice?
I feel like you donât care about me.
If I hadn't come to you, would you have come to me? Or would you just have ignored this whole argument and acted like nothing happened?
Am I just filling up a random space you leave open for a significant other or am I the significant other thatâs capable of filling that void?
That night he dreams of you. The way you glared at him asking him if he was serious, almost like a warning before you lashed out. He dreams of the hurt that flashed in your eyes when he spewed nonsense. And when he wakes up, youâre still not back. Your unfinished plate is still on the kitchen table.
But heâs prideful, thatâs why youâre the one thatâs always trying to resolve arguments. Yes, youâll come back. Heâs sure of it. You always came back during the 3 years you've been together.
A week passes by and he's going crazy. You haven't contacted him at all, and he didn't text first. He lies to himself saying it's because he's leaving you some space, but the truth is that he's scared. What is he even supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry, I miss you, please come home? That's pathetic. He's taking a shower when suddenly his phone rings. His heart skips a beat and he rushes out to check if it's you. Please, let it be you.
Instead it's Yuji, his brother.
Yuji: Hey, what happened with y/n? She asked me to come get some of her things for her. Is she sick?
Sukuna frowns. Then he realizes that- you're going to move out. You're going to break up with him.
He goes into panic mode. He never thought about the possibility of you leaving him. He thought you would come back, like you always do. Why would you leave him? Is it because you finally realized that you're better off with someone who knows how to express their feelings for you? Did you get tired of him? Have you already found someone else?
He finds himself knocking on Nobara's door in the next ten minutes. He ran, he's sweating and it's starting to rain. He's out of breath, and he gets his hands on his knees while he waits for you to open the door. He's not ready to let you go. He can't even fathom a life where he doesn't wake up to you trying to get warm between his arms, without you nagging him while watching a film together, without helping you bake cookies while laughing with each other. Without not being able to talk from how in love he is while looking into your eyes. And he knows that if you leave him he's never going to be able to live in his own house ever again, or walk down the street you always do together, or go grocery shopping and not thinking about you while looking at vegetables. You always said you liked vegetables and he always lied about liking them just to see you excited about cooking them together.
"Yuji, I didn't think you'd be this fas- oh," you open the door and your face falls when you see it's Sukuna. He snaps his gaze toward your face when he hears your voice. He missed it so much. You're so beautiful. He missed all of you. So much.
Neither of you move, you just keep staring at each other. This time, he knows he's going to have to talk first. For the first time, he realizes how hard it actually is to confront someone first. Do you feel like this every time?
"Come home," he says. "Please," he adds.
You look sad. "I don't think I'm going to, Sukuna. It's been more than a week and you didn't even reach out to say... I don't even know what. I know you don't say sorry. You never do."
Your words feel like knives. From where you're standing you're taller than him, and he has to look up to look at you. It's like he's in front of the pearly gates of heaven and an angel is making him confess all the wrong things he did, except in this scenario you're the angel and the things he did are just what he thinks about all of this. About you in general.
And you're right, he doesn't usually say sorry. The words get stuck in his throat and he just gapes up at you, still catching his breath. Pathetic.
You sigh, then go to close the door. You don't look at him anymore and he feels like he can't breathe, and not because of the run.
"I'll come get my things next week. Go home, you'll get wet," you say. And your voice is clear, you're not mumbling, you must have thought about this. He sees how hard you're clenching your jaw to appear resolute, your nails hurting your palms from how hard you're closing your hands. But you still manage to worry about him, worry about him possibly catching a cold from the rain. And he loves you. Fuck, he loves you so much.
"Wait," he manages to say. You look at him with longing. With sorrow.
And he feels like he's crying to the angel in his afterlife when he opens his mouth again, thorns in his throat getting tighter, suffocating him. But he doesn't cry here, in front of you, even if maybe you'd like it. You'd probably say that you appreciate him showing emotions, maybe tease him for it, but you'd like it. He'd kiss you while you're still laughing, saying you're stupid, and you'd continue laughing.
"I love you," he rasps out. The words feel so unfamiliar to his tongue, but so familiar to his ears. You always tell him you love him. "I'm sorry for being a shithead. Please don't leave me. I promise you I'll get better at this communication shit," he begs.
You still don't move, but he sees you getting softer.
"Go home, Sukuna. We'll talk about it when it's not raining," you utter.
"No, I don't fucking want to," he snaps. You're startled, and he cringes. He's really not used to all of this. He doesn't like scaring you.
"Fuck, I meant to say I want to get over it right now. I didn't want to scare you. I want you back, Y/N. Please, have me back. I'll get better for real," he says while getting progressively closer to you.
"You promise?" You ask, now shorter than him. You're a step of distance from each other.
"I promise, baby. I'll make you the happiest girl to ever exist," he tells you, looking at you intensely.
"Start by saying you love me again," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He engulfs you in his own arms, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, then snorts.
"Sure. I'm in love with you, brat."
Being in a relationship with Sukuna is hard, but he loves you easily.
#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader#sukuna angst#sukuna x y/n#sukuna fic#jjk angst#jjk fluff#sukuna fluff#sukuna x you
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hi! i absolutely love your works, particularly your poly!marauders(w/lily). i think you write them so beautifully and harmoniously that you can't help but fall in love with them.
i wanna compliment you on your recent two-parter about remus and the whole revealing the werewolf thing. the angst to fluff had me on the edge of my seat. thank you for writing such a piece! đ€
i hope its not too much to ask but in part 1, there's a brief mention of sirius receiving letters from i can assume is his family that lily confiscates and the group tends to love on him a bit more. let's say reader isn't in the loop about sirius' family life and she feels a bit sad that she can't comfort sirius like the rest can, and in general feels lost because it's another thing she isn't 'let in on'. i was wondering if you could write a little something on that? maybe some misunderstandings with a fluffy ending?
i hope this is something you're ok w writing đ„č if not, its ok! still wish u the best always!
this is so sweet - thank you! & thanks for your request - hope you like it!!
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5
poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader who find's her own way to comfort Sirius - 2.1k
CW: brief mention of Sirius' childhood, allusions to anxiety, our shy Hufflepuff reader, hurt comfort, Sirius-centric
There was this saying that you never really understood before.
Love makes you do crazy things.Â
And while the definition of crazy may be up for debate, youâre quite sure it could be understood as acting completely out of character.
So here you were, acting completely out of character; voluntarily marching towards a secluded end of the library where three Slytherinâs were sitting that you had - up until this point - managed to avoid completely.Â
But you couldnât, wouldnât, avoid them any longer; not now, not for Sirius.Â
The dust settled relatively well after the news of Remusâ lycanthropy had been shared with you; the five of you seemed to find a sort of freedom in not having to hide from one another anymore. Remus could be himself, the otherâs could love him appropriately, and you could too.Â
But another one of those black envelopes with a green wax seal showed up at breakfast yesterday, and the group delved into their usual hide-the-envelope-and-coddle-Sirius practice.Â
Lily took the envelope and disposed of it, James and Sirius had a floo call with the Potterâs, and Remusâ mum and dad sent baked goods from Wales via owl.Â
You had since gathered that these letters were coming from his parents, or at the very least from someone in the Black family; you had also gathered that the contents of the letterâs were hurtful or upsetting to Sirius. And even though he never got to read them, a heavy cloud seemed to form and follow the young ex-heir around.Â
And your heart felt heavy; not because they were keeping anything from you, per se, but rather because they seemed to have a routine that didnât include you.
And while you didnât want to encroach in spaces that you werenât necessarily invited in, you couldnât help but feel like you should be doing more.Â
Lily, James, and Remus all had something they could offer Sirius; they all had some way that they could support him.Â
You didnât.
And it wasnât for a lack of trying on your part, but rather that no one seemed particularly inclined to burden you with any negativity.Â
âDonât worry about me, babydoll; this is standard Black stuff. Iâll be just fine.â Sirius had said when you asked if he was okay; his usual salacious smile significantly dimmed as it seemingly took the majority of his effort in his response.Â
The others hadnât been much help either; Remus and James effectively telling you that you were too sweet to have to worry about such horrid people, and Lily trying to assure you that they had it under control and not to worry - Sirius would be okay.Â
And that was all well and good, but it wasnât enough for you - it was about sodding time you started pulling your weight in this relationship.
So - with nothing more than the teeniest bit of courage you were sure you pilfered from your four Gryffindors and perhaps a healthy dose of delusion - you forced your feet to take you in the direction of the only person in the entire castle you thought might possibly be able to help you.Â
âMy, my, my; to what do we owe the absolute pleasure, little Puffle?â Barty Crouch Junior mocked as you paused at their table; Evan Rosier and Regulus Black picking their heads up to look at you incredulously and bemusedly respectful.Â
âDid ya get lost there, L/N? Need me to find you one of your Gryffindorâs?â Evan taunted, earning him what looked like a kick in the shin from Regulus, though you couldnât be certain on account of the table impeding your view.
âErmâŠI-I was sort of wondering if I could speak with you, Regulus?â You managed to murmur awkwardly.
The three Slytherinâs seemed to have a silent conversation as they shared glances before Barty shrugged and Evan rolled his eyes; both standing and leaving the two of you some privacy.Â
Regulus watched as you cast a hasty muffliato around the table - another trick youâd picked up from the Gryffindorâs - and as you helped yourself to a seat with your boyfriendâs younger brother.Â
âIs Sirius okay?â Regulus asked quickly, his voice no more than an urgent whisper as he looked at you imploringly.
His intensity caught you off guard; you were so certain getting anything out of the notoriously stand-offish Slytherin would be next to impossible, but he had beat you to the conversation and seemed to be just as worried about his brother as you were.Â
You remembered then why you liked Slytherinâs so much; you often found a kindred spirit in them, for one thing that a Slytherin valued most was a sense of loyalty.
Well, didnât you have enough loyalty to use to your advantage.Â
You wondered rather belatedly if you had overstepped. It was admittedly too late to ask yourself this now; standing outside of the boysâ dorm with a package in your hand.
Whatâs done is done. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.
With this, you raised your hand and gently knocked on the door.
It had been James to open the door; his jaw tense until he saw you, which seemed to cause his face to melt into an awkward expression you couldnât quite decipher.
âHi angel.â He greeted apologetically. âYou okay?â
You were confused by his greeting, and his question, and the fact that he hadnât moved out of the way of the door to invite you in as he usually did.
âIâm fine.â You responded quickly, trying to look behind him. âWhatâs wrong?â
James made a sound of discomfort in the back of his throat as he looked over his shoulder, still not moving to allow you entry.Â
âListen, sweetheart; Iâm not sure now is a great timeâŠâ
âItâs Sirius, is it?â You asked quickly. His responding grimace proving your suspicions. âI need to see him.â
âSweets, maybe you could come back la-â
But later wasnât good enough, you see. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.
So, in the name of love making you do crazy things and still acting completely out of character for you, you shoved your way past Jamesâ hip, bending under his arm to allow yourself your own entrance to the boysâ dormitory.Â
Lily sat at the end of Siriusâ bed where she had one hand resting on his ankle; her thumb stroking back-and-forth over his achilles tendon.
Remus sat against the headboard with Sirius in his arms; his lips pressed against his hair as he murmured sweet nothings to him.
And as you stepped closer, you could see an indent where James had been sitting, opposite of Lily likely serving the same support as your red-headed girlfriend.
âSiri?â You asked quietly, causing him to stiffen significantly before sitting up and feigning nonchalance.
âHi doll.â He croaked then, wiping angrily at the tear tracks on his face and pasting on a smile. âDidnât mean for you to see me like this. Whatâs up?â
You hated the faux blase act he was putting on for your sake, but you reminded yourself why you were here.
To help.
âI have something for you.â You offered quietly, procuring the parchment wrapped package and holding it out for him.Â
âAwe.â He chuckled wetly with a sniffle. âYou didnât need to get me anything.â
âWell, I suppose I canât take all the credit for it.â You replied, watching him pause in the process of opening to look at you in confusion.
âOpen it.â You encouraged.
He finished ripping the parchment from the box before lifting the lid.
You felt your heart stop as the lid fell unceremoniously from his hands and a small gasp left his lips at the sight of the small, stuffed black cat sitting inside.
Youâd spent the afternoon learning about the tail of two toys; Splash the cat and Padfoot the dog. The only toys the two young Black family boys were given came from their Uncle Alphard in the form of a plush cat and a plush dog; both with black fur as a nod to the family name and the boysâ hair colour.Â
Even though Uncle Alphard had given the dog to Sirius and the cat to Regulus, the boys often traded, depending on their current circumstances.Â
You learned that when Sirius went to Hogwarts, he had left with the cat.Â
When he returned home after having been sorted into the wrong house, Regulus had given him the dog.
And when Regulus joined Sirius at Hogwarts only to be ripped from his brother - possibly for good - after being sorted into Slytherin, he pilfered the dog from Sirius and left him with the cat.
They never discussed those plush toys again.
And when Sirius fled Grimmauld place one horrible night in June between fifth and sixth year, he left with nothing but his wand, the clothes on his back, and his school trunk.
Left behind was poor Splash the cat.
Regulus - fearing his mother would go on a warpath and completely destroy everything in Siriusâ room - quickly grabbed the cat and had kept it hidden in his school trunk ever since.
Until today. Until now.
Now, he left Splash with you; trusting that you would return him to his person, the one who needed him the most.
âHowâŠâ Sirius whispered as he quietly pulled the plush toy from the box; hands painfully gentle as if the toy would simply turn to ash should he jostle it. âWhere did you get this?â
âI didnât steal it, if thatâs what youâre asking.â You tried to joke in an attempt to keep the moment light. Sirius simply turned his disbelieving gaze from the toy to you.
âYou spoke with him?â
Suddenly, your fears that you had completely overstepped came flooding back; a nervous sort of nausea settling deep within your stomach that threatened to make this awkward moment horribly worse.
âIâŠI did- I didnât say anything, of course! Because there was nothing to say, because I donât actually know anything, which is fine too! I justâŠI couldnâtâŠwell, you see, I just had to do something, you know? I couldnât just-â
Your ramblings were (thankfully) cut off when the air nearly completely left your lungs as Sirius attached himself to your middle; his arms winding tightly around your body where they met in the middle of your back. You could feel the impression of Splash against your back from where he was still in Siriusâ grasp.
âIâm sorry if I upset you - I know it wasnât my place, but-â
âYouâre incredible.â Sirius whispered then. âI canât believe youâd do this for me.â
âYouâre not mad?â You whispered back, causing Sirius to pull away from you, only far enough to be able to look into your eyes with ill-hidden admiration.Â
âMy sweet shy girl; approaching Slytherinâs for me.â He murmured, causing Remus and Lily to snort and James to gawk.
âYou did what!?âÂ
âYou do know that a quarter of our school is made up of Slytherinâs, right?â You asked James then; Sirius pulling you back into his chest when you dared to remove your gaze from him.
âThatâs entirely too many Slytherinâs, my girl.â James muttered, though he relented in his admonishment of you for your crime of daring to speak to your classmates in order to sit beside your other two lovers.Â
âI canât believe he gave this to you.â Sirius whispered; holding the cat up behind your back so he could examine it over your shoulder.
âHe didnât give it to me, Sirius.â You whispered back as you pulled away from him so you could look into his eyes. âYou have a lot of people in your corner; more than you know.âÂ
His eyes seemed to well again, though he didnât look nearly as heartbroken as he did when you first walked in, so you counted that as a win.Â
âWhat did I do to deserve you, hm?â He asked then before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.
Youâre sure you could have counted at least seventeen ways in which Sirius Black deserved the nicest things you had to offer, but right now you were more focused on the feel of his lips against yours.
If love made you do crazy things, and those crazy things brought you to this; this being Sirius moulding himself to you as if he hoped he could make a home for himself inside of your soul, then you would happily spend the rest of you life mad as one could be.
You hadnât fixed anything, not by a longshot; but you had helped, even if only just a little.
His lips tasted of salt and perhaps some sadness, but also of hope.
And for now, that was enough.
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Wait, does the cheating thing on the bond always works? bcs that would be kinda freaky for R!Dipper like imagine you get pinned down by someone in the corner of a br or smthng and then said person kissed you and proceeded to explode into red mist and you literally have no idea what happened.
Also, would the constellation mark be a "cursed" Mark over the years, like you would give birth to a baby and the doctor says "đ I am so sorry ma'am,,, I'm afraid your baby has the Cipher Companion mark. ( could also be something equally as science-y like Ursa Major, Constellation Calamation, etc idk)" And you just burst into tears.
Would that mean that dipper would get into a special program(demon wrangling program or smthng, demonologist? Maybe)? Or would the parents hide it away hoping that Bill would never take their child away?
(Sorry this au is just very interesting to me,,,, I hope u get more motivation, keep writing author đȘ)
These are all options! The fun part of reincarnation AU being left ambiguous is that technically any of them could happen.
#And when Dipper regains his memory perhaps Mom!Mabel does too? That's gotta be pretty weird for them#Or maybe it's like 'wow. Huh. Well I guess that explains a few things#since they always acted a bit more like siblings than the average single mother/ cursed child dynamic#Sorry I just love this concept so much. I've actually thought about it a few times but I couldn't tell if that was like. a weird thing to do#An old bond once again rekindling itself by chance and the opportune nature of infinite lives <3#Mabel would be a good mom I think even though she looooves embarrassing her son so so much#He's way too caught up in stuff like fitting in and having friends when all he REALLY needs is to find one hot guy and lock that in#I think if the birthmark became the omen that it so clearly is Mabel would hype him up and try styling his hair to emphasize it#What a handsome and doomed young man! So SO cosmically doomed <3 She's very proud of him and his inescapable fate#And let's not be modest here. It was a teen pregnancy and she doesn't give a damn who the father is so long as there's this cutie patootie#She may also be one of the first parents after Dipper's first death who names him 'Dipper' again. Something about it. The name spoke to her#Okay but I don't wanna linger on just this because I love ALL of your tags and also it's way too late for me to rant about motherly love#I always just kind of assumed their cheating arrangement kicked in once Dipper was. Ya know. *Dipper* again.#Makes for at least a handful of awkward sweaty kisses for him to cringe about late at night until his husband arrives to clean the slate#The thought of it being an ETERNAL agreement I can also see. Bill's too possessive for his (Dipper's) own good smh#He's like. Five. It doesn't even mean anything when he kisses her. Just that he likes that she knows stuff about bugs and that's cool.#And she explodes. Not the best introduction into the world of romance. It causes a shit ton of trauma regarding romance and his own intimacy#He doesn't know that Bill's the one person he *CAN* kiss and it tears him up inside wondering what those lips feel like#First time Bill really reads the mood right and tries closing in on him Dipper shoves him away. THAT'S a miscommunication#Or maybe he just sort of. Thinks people explode when they get romantic and that's normal. He's kind of surprised Bill *didn't* explode#thank you for leaving room for angsty fanfictioners because I love terrible awful things happening to the mc that leave them forever changed#Some guy gets. Too close. Far too close. Dipper didn't even *want* to be there in the first place so why in the hell does it happen to him?#God that is just overflowing with character struggle and future issues with intimacy in his personal life. How would Bill even approach this#Who's more upset? Dipper for 'letting' it happen? Or Bill for not being able to protect him when it did?#They're both a mess in this scenario of course. Just a couple of guys unable to communicate how much they want to touch but just. Can't.#It's just so hard- Dipper wants to hold him. He wants to stay away. He has fantasies that make him sick to his stomach with lust and guilt#Bill's boiling beneath the surface but the threat's already been long dealt with. Still. There's the damage left behind in Dipper's chest#They'll figure it out eventually. Their love is a lot more than physical touch. It's spiritual. Even Dipper's nerd brain knows that#Dipper's first time with someone *Not* Bill back in his teen years is so bad that he just assumes sex is supposed to be 'meh#Then his husband comes along and shatters the goal post that is his expectations and it is great. Find someone who is so hot and so annoying
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pairing: the worst!logan howlett x younger generation!reader
warnings: Logan easing into the new world and generation, mention of Wade trying to get roommate!reader and Logan together, making a TikTok, sniffing, smut, etc.
note: âshe donât want no puppy! She wanna BIG dawg!â
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Logan had thought living with Wade would be a bad idea. He belonged in his last universe with what heâs done. He brought himself down for years, mentally and physically, hoping the pain would stop. Thankfully, it finally had.
Itâs been almost a year since Logan has lived with Wade and his younger roommate. The match seemed off when he first met her, but after the first hour, she knew why she and Wade were close friends.
The girl was in college, young, pretty, had a small job at the campus, and loved parties, and things that Wade did daily.
Logan had a small argument with y/n a couple of weeks ago after she gifted him an iPhone. She said he needed it to keep in touch with her and Wade. She also said he needed a bit of humor.
He had no idea what that meant until she made a TikTok for the man. The videos that came up on his page didnât make sense to him, he he still laughed at them.
He had no idea what happened to himself, but sending memes to y/n every hour was a habit.
After sending y/n a TikTok video, he swiped and came across a sound that confused him.
The man in the video was lip-syncing a song as she showed his muscles. Logan gave a disgusting look at his phone, thinking the man looked ridiculous until he read the title.
âWhen she chose you because youâre height starts with a six and your weight starts with a twoâ
Logan sent the video to y/n, asking her what he meant by that. He didnât know being a muscle-tall man was a trend.
âLogan, Iâm in the room next to you, just come here!â Y/n shouted in her room, making him sigh loudly as he got off of the couch for the first time in what felt like days.
âI just wanted to know what he meant? Like is being big and tall a trend? Like, if thatâs the case, then Iâd be viral,â Logan used words that y/n and Wade ran him by.
âGod, Logan â Do people your age question everything?â Y/n checked her phone and noticed what trend he sent her. Sheâs thought about this trend but with Logan in it. He fits it perfectly, but Wade would tease her if sheâd ever brought it up.
âIâm just askin', Bub. Seemed stupid to me,â Logan shrugged his shoulders. âBecause you havenât tried it,â y/n defended her generation. âSo, youâre into that stuff? God, y/n â Never knew youâd be one of those kids,â
âI do like it, and since youâre so boring, weâre gonna have you do it, so câmere,â y/n stood up from her bed and placed her phone down on her desk after clicking the sound.
âGotta take your shirt off for it,â y/n lied, but she knew heâd do it, even if he complained. âNo fuckinâ way, bub,â Logan laughed as he turned around to go back to his sofa until she grabbed his arm softly.
âPlease! You never do TikTokâs with me,â y/n fake cried, annoying him in an instant. âAinât takinâ my shirt off for no little girls online. Iâd get, whatâs it called? Canceled?â Logan said, making her laugh.
âLogan, you sound stupid as fuck. Take off the shirt â Unless youâre jealous they look better than you,â y/n shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her bed to sit down, acting like she didnât care to get a reaction out of him.
âBub, you know I look better than them, so stop the lyin,â Logan felt a bit upset at her words. Y/n ignored him for what felt like hours, so he sighed and gave up. âSwear to god, Iâd Wade say some shit about this, Iâll kill him,â
Logan and y/n worked on the TikTok for an half hour, trying to get the right angle since he kept saying he didnât look good enough.
Y/n never complained. Watching him walk through her door repeatedly, then editing the video in slow motion, made her stomach tingle.
At first, Logan felt uncomfortable. She could smell the young lady, but he didnât want to say anything. Heâd be a pervert if he did, so he kept quiet, thinking it would go away, but he knew her spot grew bigger.
âSo, you think Iâm a big dog?â Logan genuinely asked as y/n began to edit the TikTok video. âWhat makes you think that?â She asked; thinking she nailed her scared response, but Logan saw the quick stutter in her fingers as she typed on her phone.
âJust askin, bub,â Logan said before taking a small sniff. He was leaning on her doorway as she sat on her bed. He was so far., yet she smelt so close.
He cussed himself out in his head, upset that Wade had won this âyouâll like her eventuallyâ argument. Logan swore she was too young, and even made her feel a bit bad.
He had thought y/n had moved on, maybe got over the thought of her having a chance with Wadeâs new friend, but the smell she had, is making him go insane.
All sheâs doing is making a TikTok. Thatâs it, but he canât stop thinking about the spot sheâs soaking in her panties. He felt nasty, but in a good way after a while. The lust was taking him over.
âYou happy youâve got your little video?â Logan asked as he kicked off of her dorm frame and walked towards her bed to sit next to her.
âYes, finally,â she smiled at him before continuing her edit. Logan scanned the girl's body slowly, watching how spotty her breathing was, seeing goosebumps form on her arms, and watching her leg shake a bit.
âIs that so?â He asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. Sheâs always been a sweet bean to him, but he ignored it. He tried his best to prove Wade wrong, but she was hard to ignore, and Wade knew that. Wade knew y/n would bring something out in the grumpy old man.
âMhm hm,â Y/n mumbled as she pushed the post on her phone. âThink itâll get a lot of likes,â she looked to the side at Logan who was now closer than she thought.
âAnd why is that? I look good?â He asked her, eyes on her soft and pretty lips. âUh, yeah â Think the viewers will like it,â she awkwardly smiled, feeling her heart raise.
âThink you liked it more than the viewers will,â Logan almost whispered. Y/n just noticed how his shirt was still off. Why was his shirt still off?
âSeen you repost that video, y/n. Youâre not slick,â Logan spoke about the video he had sent her. âThink you were thinkinâ about me when you did it,â the man smirked.
âI- I was just reposting,â Y/n stuttered as his hand slowly cupped her chin. âGuess Iâm not the big dog youâre lookinâ for them,â Logan faked sighing as he pulled his hand back.
Before he could turn around to get up, y/n grabbed his face and pulled him into a short but long kiss, hoping to get the best out of this one-time thing.
âTold you last you, you ainât for me, baby,â Logan said, making y/n look down in embarrassment. âI know,â she said. âI lied â Was just goinâ through a little somethin,â Logan admitted before pulling her back into a kiss, this time rough.
Y/n gasped as he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her lips like heâd starved for days. âLo,â y/n moaned low at the feeling of his pulling her into his rough kisses.
Logan decided to push Y/n down on her bed and lean over her, keeping their lips together. Y/n instantly wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him closer as he moved his hips, grinding on her to feel the pressure.
âOh, fuck,â Logan groaned in between their kiss, feeling his cock leak already. âIf I fuck you, Wade wins,â Logan pulled back from the girl, taking a look into her eyes. She thought the man would leave, get off of her and never speak to her again, until he assured her, he was staying.
âFuck it â Canât resist you anymore, baby,â Logan smashed his lips back onto the young lady's lips, kissing her roughly as he tugged on his jeans. All y/n had to do was pull up the gown she wore almost every day she was off of work when she was too lazy to dress up.
âWait- We need a condom,â y/n leaned up, but Logan pushed her back down. âOh, no we donât. Your cunts leaking too much for me to not feel her,â Logan said. She was confused, not knowing how he knew she was wet until she thought to herself.
Heâs a mutant. His only powers canât be regeneration and speed.
âFuck, I-â y/n cut herself off, embarrassed at her pervy actions. He probably smells her all the time. âCaught red-handed,â Logan chuckled as he put his cock in hand.
âAlways wet around the house. Teasinâ me and basically begginâ for me every day. Wished I took you to my room when I first met you. Maybe by now, weâd have our little family,â
Logan pushed into the girl, giving her no time to think about what he had just said about a family.
Sheâs never thought of a family with Logan. Itâs not he wasnât father material, itâs the fact sheâs only been thinking about him pleasing her, and pleasing her only.
âFuck, thatâs it,â
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