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âŚso i heard you do matchups đ (feel free to ignore this ;w;)
iâm 5â2, with brown hair and brown/green (central heterochromia, woo!) eyes. i have a taste for music, drawing, reading, video games, and puns, and know the basics on how to play the guitar. i also hope to one day get into botany, woodworking, animation, and coding, with a dream job of being a voice actor ^^
according to my friends iâm a considerate person who goes out of my way to make them happy, but to me iâm a menace for the bit who likes to bug people to hang out constantly. iâm usually a super cuddly and clingy person to people i like, but always make sure to get permission if theyâre touch-adverse. if someone infodumps to me, i listen, though i also tend to infodump a lot as well. according to my friends iâm also a great conversationalist, according to me i canât hold a conversation on one topic longer than 5 minutes unless someone is infodumping.
you heard correct!! and thou shall be my last one of the night <3333 (pls forgive me everyone! this has been fun tho hehe)
oki oki letâs hop into this dear anon
my first thought was to match you up with our best gal April OâNeil
& I have reasons!!! but just in case you wanted a turtle I also shall match you up with one too down below c:
I mainly chose April because it sounds like you are quite the busy bee!! You are doing a lottttt, multi-tasking even??? And April has those tendencies as well, she cannot stick to one thing, sheâs done all kinds of clubs, and has all kinds of diff jobs!
Perhaps the two of you met through woodworking?! I wouldnât be surprised if April decided to pick up on that hobby too XD, and ever since she met you, sheâs starting to try out all the cool stuff that youâre into c: isnât that so sweet hehe!
April is in desperate need of human relationships, whether that be platonic or romantic totally up to you! Sheâs doing her best not to be super duper awkward, sheâs shy at first, has a harder time relaxing when it comes to humans, but with your great conversation skills & kind consideration sheâs finding it super easy to open up to you! Plus you actually want to hang out with her?!? Sheâs got all sorts of ideas planned out! Letâs go to karaoke or the arcade??? what about the park, you can tell her all about the plants, heck letâs go to a flower shop/botanical gardens?! (is that a thing for the public???)
now now turtle time! i match you up with Donatello Hamato
hehe see what I did there â ;D
okay okay, my reasons Iâll keep quite short,
I rlly think Donnie is into botany too! Heâs Mr. Science afterall, and I find a lot of that can deal with yk plants! The two of you bond def over that , not to mention you are a great listener when he has his urges to infodump!
You never seem bored with him and his long talks, your attention is something he craves!! now you might not think ur the best at conversations or holding conversations but no worries Donnie can take up practically the whole convo as long as your eyes are on him intently, he can go on and on about his inventions to you
while April may better for the hugs and cuddles, Donnie is completely against the idea when it comes to you! Though he appreciates it greatly when you ask first c: if heâs ready heâll open his arms wide for you to jump into! he thinks your menace side is cute~~~ he too has that crazy evil genius side to him, just imagine the two of you when you both are in that mindset/mode oml unstoppable chaos !!!
teehee, yeah thatâs all Iâve got, I hope you enjoyed <3
#anon matchup#grace answers#grace is matchmaker#matchups#rottmnt fandom#rise april#rise april o'neil#april x you#april oâneil x you#rise donnie#rise donnie x you#donnie x you#donatello hamato#donatello x you#rise donatello x you#tmnt fandom#tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#teenage mutant ninja turtles
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#this is just an april fools post please don't listen to this playlist i donât want to know what it would do to a person#(but if you do listen to it. tell me about it i need to know what it was like)#hxh#hunter x hunter#link in replies btw. for the brave soul who asked
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Give Me Shelter, For My Heart | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | One Shot? 3k
Things are missing around the Avengers' compound and a newly returned Bucky is acting weirder than normal...Steve and Sam go to investigate and discover more than they bargained for.
Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestion of Hydra violence/torture/experimentation, omegaverse themes including alpha & omega, suggestion of pregnancy/pups, wolf shifting Rated F for Fluff and G for good friends
Challenges & Prompts: @buckybarnesevents Alpha Bucky April with extra prompts - word count, nesting, purring, beta characters, (I'll let mods decide if this hits the breeding/baby fever prompt). And @fandom-free-bingo 'forehead kisses'
Graphic by me and Canva, dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes
âHmm,â Steve looked around the supply room, surveying the gaps and empty shelves, normally well stocked with blankets and provisions. It was the third time this week heâd found himself at a loss, not just for words but his things too. Everything seemed to be going missing.Â
First it was a few plates and mugs from the galley kitchen by his office, then itâd been the lunch heâd left for him and Bucky in the fridge. Last night heâd gone into Buckyâs room to make sure he was okay and found the man sleeping on a bare mattress, all the sheets, pillows and blankets were gone and the newly revived Bucky refused to explain what had happened to them or even acknowledge that there was anything wrong at all. He hadnât even addressed that fact that the window was wide open and it looked as if he was sleeping in his shoes.Â
Which brought Steveâs thoughts to the man himself. Bucky had been so odd since heâd returned. For a day or two, heâd been something like his old self, despite the awful situation they found themselves in, heâd joked with Steve and reminisced with the few memories he had. Theyâd enjoyed a beer together and heâd even met with Tony during their mediation and patched things up.Â
Then, theyâd all climbed onto the jet and heâd become distant, pacing like a caged animal until theyâd landed. As soon as the doors were open heâd vanished for forty-eight hours and sent the entire compound into mayhem before strolling back in as if nothing had happened, bruised and covered in blood. Judging by the bandages he sported later that day, his cuts and bruises spread under his shirt and trousers too.Â
Steve knew that heâd changed during his time with Hyrda, back in the 30s theyâd both been betas, happy to plod along ignoring the madness of the few alphaâs in Brooklyn. It had been a rare thing then, to be an alpha, now they were considered a dying breed, so when Bruceâs tests had revealed that Bucky was an alpha now, theyâd tried to take it in their stride that he might go off on his own sometimes, especially since omegas were even rarer. But there was still so much they didnât know, so much to unpack and discover about the Bucky theyâd rescued, and Steve was so desperate to spend time getting to know this new man that all the time apart was making him worry.Â
âYou okay?â Sam asked from the doorway, leaning in to hand Steve a hot cup of coffee.Â
âJust doing a stock check.â��
âHe take something else?â Sam stepped into the small room, lined with shelves and shelves of tents, camping stoves, parachutes, it seemed to go on and on. The bare grey shelves where stock was missing was stark against the white washed walls.Â
âHe?âÂ
âBarnes,â Sam sipped his coffee, matter of fact, and Steve confronted the worry that had been plaguing him.Â
âItâs Bucky, isnât it?â Steve dropped his head heavily and Sam patted him on the back, still sipping his drink.Â
âSorry man, told you, heâs not right yet. Heâs not hurting anyone though, if he hates his bedding, who cares, if he hates your lunches, who could blame him.âÂ
Sam sidestepped Steveâs halfhearted swipe with a grin on his face.Â
âBut whatâs he doing with it, Sam? Whereâs it all going?âÂ
âHell, I donât know, have you asked him?â Sam raised his eyebrows.Â
Had Steve asked his best friend, who flinched at his touch and shied away from any conversations? Bucky who vanished for hours at a time and came back looking as if heâd been dragged through a hedge? No, he hadnât. Heâd been too scared to confront what might be going on, what latent part of his programming might be at play.Â
âLook, if youâre too scared to ask why donât I?âÂ
Now it was Steveâs turn to raise his eyebrow, it wasnât that Sam and Bucky didnât get along, they just didnât get along yet. Steve was working on it.Â
âWhat if weâŚfollowed him?â He offered instead and Sam laughed again.Â
âWho knew Captain America was scared of his own friends,â he couldnât contain the chuckles. âFine, fine. Letâs keep an eye on him.â Sam turned to the ceiling, more comfortable with the AI than Steve was. âFRIDAY, if Sergeant Barnes leaves his room, please can you alert us - privately?âÂ
âOf course,â the soft voice answered and Steve gave his friend a weak smile.Â
FRIDAYâS alert went off twice a day, every day, over the next week. But despite their best efforts neither Steve nor Sam managed to catch up with Bucky.Â
It wasnât until the following Saturday that they managed to follow him. Bucky was supposed to be at a training session to get his official certifications but theyâd both had a feeling heâd try and skip it. As predicted theyâd spotted the blue of his new henley edging around the side of the compound, a full backpack strapped to his back.Â
Bucky ran across the grass and towards the thick forest. His still uncut hair was tied back but tendrils fell out as he sprinted into the wind.Â
He was surprisingly loud, as he strode quickly between the trees, snapping twigs and branches that Steve knew he couldâve dodge even before the serum and his training. Sam looked at him, both of their feet silent as they followed.Â
Buckyâs speed increased as he turned his face up into the breeze, his backpack jostled against the trees, bouncing when he began to run.Â
Steve kept up, sending Sam wide, into the breeze, in case Bucky doubled back.Â
Just as he was starting to feel lost in the repetition of trees and ferns, Bucky burst into a clearing and Steve slammed to a halt.Â
The pine trees gave way to a small patch of clear sky, shining down on an old shed. Unlike the other abandoned guard houses, this one had obviously been cleaned recently. The small porch was swept and a pair of Avengers camping chairs were arranged neatly facing into the forest. A line had been strung between the cabin and the trees where one of the missing blankets fluttered in the gentle wind.Â
Steve crouched down, motioning to Sam on the other side of the clearing to stay out of sight.Â
Bucky approached slowly, âCÄČeluČ, are you here?âÂ
At first there was nothing and then a wolf nosed its way out from behind the door, itâs chestnut brown fur almost gold in the sunlight. It leaped forwards from the porch and shot across the clearing, leaping into Buckyâs arms.Â
Steve whipped his head up to try and find Sam and by the time his eyes found Bucky again the wolf was gone, replaced by a woman pulling on a large t-shirt from Buckyâs backpack.Â
âJames!â Her sweet voice rang out in the otherwise quiet forest.Â
Swamped by Buckyâs familiar red henley, you shot from the door and into Bucky's waiting arms, the back pack dropped to the floor and forgotten.Â
She was swamped by Buckyâs red henley and he wrapped you in his arms, one large hand on the back of your head, tucking you into his neck. The other supported your legs, now wrapped around his waist.Â
In the clearing Bucky's shoulders relaxed as he sank into your embrace, kissing and nipping at your neck. In return you tipped your head, practically purring at the attention and wriggling in his arms.Â
âHave you been okay, baby.â Bucky asked, pulling away enough to look you over.Â
âI'm okay, I missed you though, James, please don't leave me again.â You begged cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands.Â
Bucky turned into your palm and kissed it, âI know, I know, Iâve been making sure itâs safe for you.âÂ
Steve's heart sank. Bucky didn't feel safe?Â
âYou trust me, don't you, my little omega.â Bucky rubbed his nose into your cheek and you giggled, holding him even tighter, your hands in his hair.Â
An omega?Â
Sam stared over at Steve, eyes wide.Â
It was clear to them both that this was no chance encounter and all Buckyâs odd behaviour suddenly started to make more sense.
Steve motioned for Sam to leave, they could sneak back to the compound and perhaps bring this up tentatively. Perhaps leave some items you might like lying around in the hopes that Bucky would take them and understand that his secret was out, but it was safe.Â
Sam moved swiftly round the clearing as Steve continued to watch Bucky.Â
Bucky vanished into the cabin, leaving you on the porch alone, snuggled into his shirt and pressing the collar to your nose.Â
âSheâs cute,â Sam whispered, squeezing up against Steve, still hiding in the overgrown ferns that lined the edge of the cabin.Â
âWe canât let her sleep out here. She must be hungry and cold.â
Bucky emerged from the cabin carrying two of the missing mugs, balancing them carefully on the railing before scooping you up into his lap. His hand hovered by his mouth, sipping in slow motion as his eyes scanned the tree line and Steve took a breath, sitting back quickly.Â
âStay here, CÄČeluČ,â he was up in a flash, eyes always on the tree line even when he reached into his boot to pull out a familiar gerber knife.Â
Instead of flipping it into his palm, he balanced it on the arm of your camping chair. Eyes still on the trees he placed his metal hand on top of your head, âstay here and stay safe, follow the plan, do what you need to.â His voice was low, series, almost a growl. Far away from the happy, loving tones heâd been speaking to you with before.Â
You nodded, and as soon as he felt your head move he was up and off the porch.Â
Steve and Sam looked up in time to see a wolf leap towards them.Â
It was true then, the experiments had worked and Steve had the cold feeling that returned every time he discovered something new about his friend during a fight, but he had no time to worry about it now. Not when the wolf was closing in on them.Â
It was huge, its white fur dusted with fallen leaves, but its teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun as he pounced, snarling. His paws the size of dinner plates slamming into the ground in front of them, teeth bared and snarling.Â
Steve rolled away, pulling Sam with him and covering his body, regretting not bringing the shield.Â
âBucky!â Sam shouted from under Steveâs arm
âBucky itâs us we donât want to hurt you!âÂ
The wolf pulled back from the two men pinned beneath him, and something like clarity passed over Buckyâs icey blue eyes and he sat on his haunches, head cocked to one side, ears floppy. Then it stood, rounding the bushes and, in a blink, the man had reappeared still hiding before the foliage to cover his naked body.Â
âSteve -â Bucky looked thoroughly confused,Â
âBucky, weâre so sorry we shouldnât have followed you.âÂ
âWhat are you doing here?â Buckyâs voice wavered, his body cold without his fur and with his clothes left behind in the cabin.Â
âWe were worried about you, man, youâve been so weird - stealing stuff, going missinâ, can you blame us for getting creeped out?â Sam raised his eyebrows and Buckyâs brow furrowed.Â
âSorry, Iâm sorry, I just had to -â he gestured back towards the cabin and, as if remembering heâd left you behind with no way of knowing he was safe he turned and ran back to the clearing.Â
Steve and Sam jumped up, chasing after Bucky once more.Â
The cabin porch was empty when Steve picked his way down the slope of mud and rocks into the clearing.Â
A howl rang out as he got closer to the little house, a high, pained sound and then the response came, low and level.Â
There were two wolves now, hidden at the side of the cabin in the shadows.
The white wolf kept itself half turned towards Steve and Sam, who kept quiet and still, barely daring to breathe, allowing its companion to approach slowly.Â
The brown wolf dropped in front of the white, ears flat back against its head, and then rolled over, showing a soft belly that the white wolf nuzzled gently before turning back to Steve and barking sharply.Â
Steve held his hands up and the wolf barked again, turning tail and returning to the cabin.Â
It took only moments for Bucky to show himself on the porch, pulling his henley back down over his now dirt streaked belly.Â
âCome in,â he gestured up the stairs and vanished again.Â
The cabin, though run down, was well kept. The porch was swept of leaves and there was even a little mat by the door.Â
âShoes,â you whispered, pulling on Buckyâs sleeve as you entered the main living space, making an attempt to hide behind him. Youâd dressed again too, also in one of Buckyâs henleys and a pair of leggings that Steve recognised as Avengers recruit issue.Â
âDo you mind?â Bucky asked while Steve and Sam stared between you both.Â
âShoes,â you turned to look up at Bucky again, eyes pleading in one moment and then flicking to the two new men treading mud into your home.Â
âYour shoes, take them off.â Bucky helped them arrange their boots neatly by the door while you pottered around the fireplace. âThis is her nest,â he whispered, making sure the doormat was straight and the little curtain was neat over the window. âItâs important to omegas, to her,â you turned shooting a glare over your shoulder, âto us-that itâs kept just right and she hates shoes inside.â
In the small living space a camping stove had been set up with a kettle, a portable fridge, and an assortment of mugs, both Avengers field regulation and novelty, which were set neatly on the mantel. You chose four, and placed them next to the kettle while it steamed happily away.Â
Bucky spoke softly to you in a mixture of English and Romanian, but you didnât come any closer to the strange men. Youâd seen them before, on the television and in Buckyâs notebooks, but now that they were here, so large and imposing, you couldnât bring yourself to even look over.Â
âThis is CÄČeluČ, well, thatâs not her real name but we couldnât find that. She - uh -â you watched Bucky struggle for words and lay a hand on his cheek, smiling warmly up at him. Your Winter, your James. â-I donât want to say the word, it upsets her, but she was with me when I was - him - part of the experiments.âÂ
You poured the tea quietly, watching the steam rise into the darts of sun making their way through the broken knots of wood in the wall, and you took a deep breath. With shaking hands you gave the first man, Sam, a cup. He had a gentle face, a wide smile and he didnât look at you with pity, as you feared, only interest.Â
The second man held his breath as you approached, keeping his hands as close to his body as possible until you pushed the cup towards him. Steve. Bucky had lots of pictures of Steve in his notebooks and had told you more stories than you could remember, but he didnât look sickly, he looked too big for the space, his shoulders drawn in, slouched. You appreciated that he was trying not to look scary, even though your every nerve was on edge. Â
Bucky took the proffered mug from your hands with a kiss to your forehead and you sighed, allowing him to steer you to the only arm chair in the room and then passing you your own tea.Â
âWe got out, eventually and - I brought her here.â Bucky sat on the rolled arm of the chair, draping his own arm over your shoulders and fitting you into his side.Â
Steve and Sam could only stare.Â
âWhy didnât you bring her to the compound? She can stay -â Steve turned to you, âyou can stay, either in Buckyâs room or you can have your own room if youâd prefer.âÂ
It took you a moment to process the offer, but eventually you shook your head, turning into Buckyâs side.Â
âIt was awful - in there, with them she, we both -â Bucky struggled for the words, the desire to protect you rising insideÂ
âItâs okay,â Sam said carefully, âI know the transitionâs been rough on you, Bucky, I canât imagine what itâs been like for her, how you even got her out here. But thereâs nothing to be afraid of, maybe sheâll come with you? If you suggest it?âÂ
Sam kept looking at you, his eyes soft and encouraging but you turned away, pressed your face into Buckyâs ribs where his scent had soaked through his shirt, reassuring and primal, chanting in your head Alpha, safe, Alpha, safe. You did miss him, when he was gone, but how could he keep you safe in that place.Â
Youâd seen it, once or twice, through the trees when you took a walk, looking for whatever you could find in the forest. Guards left lots of things behind, bottles and coats and jackets, useful things. You collected them all, skirting around the edge of that horrid white building and hoping to never see the terrifying things that flew out of it, men in suits and robots, it was too much.Â
âYou can bring whatever you like with you, and maybe Nat and Wanda could help you with some new things, if you liked?â Steve followed Samâs lead, keeping his voice steady and low.Â
âJames - my nest.â You mumbled, gripping his henley in your fist.Â
He dropped a hand onto your head, âwe can do whatever you like, baby. You want to stay here, we can stay, you want to go to the compound, weâll go.âÂ
You felt Buckyâs heart rate pick up, its beat hammering and your anxiety grew too, your breathing more ragged, you turned even further into him, practically climbing into his lap, the henley youâd taken from him riding up.Â
Instantly you knew it was a mistake, the scars of your time in Hydra were still visible, raised on your skin, yellowing patches of healing bruises and calloused skin from repeated bouts in the chair.Â
Sam and Steve could barely conceal their inhale of breath.Â
âBucky, did you get her checked by a doctor orâŚâ Sam trailed off, Bucky looked angry again, his arms fully surrounding you.Â
âAnd what would I have said, Sam?â He growled, âI know she looks like sheâs been kept in a cage and beaten but please donât arrest me, I promise it wasnât me? Her social security number? Sorry, I donât have it, we donât even know her name. I did the best I could.â His anger tipped over into a resigned sadness. Bucky cupped your face in one hand and forced you to look up at him, âI did the best I could, baby, I really did.âÂ
You nodded and his grip loosened so you could nuzzle into his chest again, your own tears running down your cheeks at the memory of those early days. Buckyâs shaking hands patching up your burns and cuts, the whisky youâd slugged before he pulled out a stray bullet from your arm and stitched it with floss. Every touch had been gentle though, every time heâd changed your bandages or cleaned you up, it had been gentle. It had been everything he could give you.Â
âWe didnât mean it like that, Buck,but we could help, get her checked over and then you can come back here.â Samâs voice was plaintive, deliberately soothing and it made Buckyâs blood boil.Â
âIâm not taking her to that place.â He bit back, there was no mistaking the way he curled you into his body, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around your back.Â
It didnât hurt anymore, to be touched, but then itâd never hurt to be touched by James. His hands had always been careful with you, his strength used only for protection and it was for that reason that you lay your trust in him completely.Â
âDonât make me go, Alpha.â You whispered, your lips brushing the base of his neck where youâd marked him, right over his scent gland, your teeth marks an eternal brand. You nuzzled into him, your chest rumbling again.Â
âI wonât make you go,â he looked back at Steve and Sam, the finality of his decision sat heavily in the air.Â
âCan we at least bring some medical things here? Would you let Sam check you out?â Steve offered, he was increasingly concerned by the way Bucky had retreated into the chair, his own legs now curled up on the overstuffed cushion.
Above you, James nodded once, âjust you and Sam, donât tell anyone else. Iâll know if you tell anyone else.â The panic edging Buckyâs voice had Steve raising his hands in surrender.Â
âI promise, Buck, just Sam and I.â
Sam and Steve left the cabin at dusk while you and Bucky watched from the deck. As soon as they were beyond the trees he pulled you even tighter against his chest, his heat warm.Â
âEverything is going to be okay, baby, I promise, no oneâs going to ever, ever, hurt you again.â His hands slid down your arms and across the slow swell of your belly. âBut we should consider their offer, make sure weâre making a choice thatâs good for you and me, as well as them.â His palm pushed up under your shirt, splayed on your tight skin and, deep inside, your pup pushed back.Â
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Danny grew up (kinda) with Bruce Wayne. Like, they're friends, but neither know either is/was a vigilante until B calls Danny up to visit Gotham.
Danny can pass as Bruce as long as people don't look too hard. With Batman needed in space, Nightwing needed in Bludhaven, and Brucie Wayne needed in Gotham, Bruce pulls in a favor from a man the kids have only ever heard their father mention once.
Bruce has a type: Smaller than him, but could absolutely kick his ass. Danny fits that
#spirit halloween#dc x dp#writing prompt#this has been sitting in my drafts#for a while#since April#danny phantom#batman#bruce wayne#danny fenton#I'm not gonna do anything with this#at least any time soon#so you can have it
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little present | bfd!joel x f!reader
you were sure christmasâs night would be, as it always is since youâve been by yourself, boring. thatâs only until sarah invites you to the millerâs house and joel makes it his mission to unwrap more than one present til midnight.
an: okay i know weâre in APRIL lmaoo sorry but read it now!! reread it in december!! do whatever!! hope u like it!! :^) also i apologize if iâm still mistaking âin/on/atâ a bit too much, iâm still learning the language :/ hope itâs not too bad and doesnât influence badly on your reading tho! no beta ops
wc: uhh⌠5k maybe?
tw: titty sucking and pussy fingering combo (yay!), beginning of blowjob but thatâs it, soft dom!joel, older!joel (nothing illegal pls), best friendâs dad, teasing, reader is able bodied, afab but not described; thereâs one part where âyour smaller bodyâ is used but just to point she was smaller than joel. image also does not describe reader, only for visuals. no y/n. ALSO. weather not described!! shout out to us latinas who go through christmas sweating and panting 𫡠it can be snowing too tho up to you
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You knocked three times on the door; unsure if it would sound impatient or even be heard due to the loud music and chatting coming from the inside. Sarah didnât lie about the whole family coming this year for Christmas.
By the look on Joelâs face when he opened the door, your three knocks sounded more like the angels singing.
His big brown eyes lit up like candlelight when they found you. For a moment, you stood there in silent, letting him get drunk in your sight and you in his. The puffy bags under his eyes let you know it was a rough week, a rough week without you. The raspy, yet-to-make scruff adorning his cheeks and neck inciting your skin without even being near it. His calloused knuckles gripped the doorknob and the muscle on his bicep swelled, making your mouth water.
You let your eyes dance from his salt and pepper curls and finally to the little bit of chest peaking from the deep red plaid shirt, and when your eyes found his he broke the spell, letting out what seemed to be the first breath he took since he opened the door.
âHi, sweetheart. Didnât know Sarah invited you.â he shrugged weirdly, hand resting on his hip and the other on the door, like he was nervous. Due to college and construction, itâs been around one week since youâve properly seen each other â it seemed like a whole year.
âOh, hey santaâ you joked, soft voice coaxing his tired ears, nodding to the santa hat hugging his curls. Suddenly, it was like he remembered he was wearing it and took it off, shoving it in his back pocket while making a face, biting back a smile when your giggle hit his ears.
âUh- yeah, I wasnât on the plans I think,â your fingers carved on the plate in your hand, and he gave you a âstop thatâ face, âshe just called me last minute. But I have this!â you shook the plate of cookies a little, making it be noticed.
âDidnât need tâbring anything, ya know. Just youâs enough.â silence once again put itself between the two of you, and if you were losing your mind, Joel could bet he was losing his a lot more harder. Opening the door to find the only sight that could relief his tired eyes on a beautiful red dress that hugged your body perfectly, matching see-through black thighs that allowed him to see just enough to drive him crazy and the need for comfort that he could well read in your gaze was not on his list, but was definitely a present.
Not being able to properly talk or touch you was feeling more like being on santaâs badlist, though. And maybe it was what he deserved, he thought, for fucking his daughterâs best friend and enjoying it so much.
You brought him back to life. What was he supposed to do if not give you the world and the best orgasms in it?
âUh- come on in, thenâ he shook his desire away, holding the door open and watching as you passed by him.
One foot past the door and the chatter got louder. Uncles and sisters and cousins of cousins of cousins â there were a lot of Millers in this world, and all of them would be a problem if you wanted just a bit of closeness to Joel tonight.
âThank you, Mr. Miller,â you looked up at him shyly, hoping treating him more formally would get you away in case anyone heard anything. Joel, on the other side, could not be less subtle while losing control of how hard he closed the door when your silky voice hit his ears, saying his name, thanking him. Just like you did when he held your wrists up your head and made your foggy bambi eyes roll back your head.
âHere,â he took the santa hat in his hands, stepping closer to put it in your head. The way his fingers carefully put your hair behind your ear set your body on fire, just the slight brush of its tips on your earlobe, the soft but swift strokes on your scalp to put your hair in place sending cold breezes up and down your spine.
âI missed you,â you whispered, lashes flourishing while your fingers boldly played the buttons of his flannel. You just needed to touch him.
But he didnât answer right away, too focused on âputting the damn thing on your headâ, which translates to an excuse to caressing your face and being close enough your sweet, peachy smell invaded his nostrils and messed with his brain chemistry.
âAll doneâ your glossy eyes and quivering lips broke his heart in a million; all he wanted to do was take you in his arms right there. âLater, angelâ he reassured you, taking your hand off of his shirt and giving you a softer look, that you knew was his way of apologising and comforting you for now. It was too risky, you knew that too.
âOh gosh, youâre here, finally!â Sarah jumped on you for a hug, scaring the two of you, her bubbly energy warming you up. âJesus dad, knew youâd hate it,â she gestured to the hat on your head, filling your mind with thoughts of him. âCâmon, you need to meet cousin Maria!â she dragged you away, the only thing connecting you to Joel being the lingering gaze youâd share for the rest of the night.
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âHa! Remember that, brother?â Tommy laughed about a story old enough to be your age; about one time him, Joel and their other cousin Frank went fishing and something apparently went wrong, you werenât really paying attention though.
Not when Joelâs hand had found your knee under the table.
You just had to sit by his side cause Sarah wanted to be close to Maria that was close to Tommy that was close to someone else and the seat by Joelâs side ended up being the only one empty.
âSit there by dadâs side, he doesnât care. Here, gimme this,â she took the plate of sweets from your hands, setting it on the table. Joel, who was praying someone could come save him from hearing the same story for the 10th time, made space for you to pull the chair and accommodate your smaller figure by his side.
Around ten minutes into chatting with Sarah and Maria and taking food from left to right on the table, you felt his knee brush yours. The simple warmth of physical connection between the two of you made your whole body vigilant, in hopes for some more.
âYa should be there, Sarah. Never not funny seeing your old man struggling tâget some fishâ Tommy looked towards you, meeting Sarahâs and Mariaâs giggles. Joel bit back a laugh, it was funny, yes, but he didnât want to look like a stupid old man to you. Thatâs when you met him with a small smile and a brush of your thigh on his, inviting his hand to instinctively envelope your knee.
âOh, Iâve seen him struggle to do less, believe meâ
And Iâve seen him do more with the stamina of a teenage boy, you thought.
Joelâs hand snaked up a bit more into your leg, always careful to not be seen, but stern enough to make you feel him, invading the area of your inner thigh and dragging your dress up a little. The warmth of his large palm against the material pressing at your skin was driving you insane, the way his fingers were digging into your soft but covered flesh and his thumb squeezing at your outer thigh making your core pulse and the hairs at your neck stir up.
Mine, ran through his head.
âBoth of you are on my badlist tonight, hope yâknow thatâ he seriously pointed at Sarah and Tommy, giving them an angry-like look and the ones around you bursted laughing. You reached down a hand to lay on top of his, your smaller fingers gripping his much bigger pointer one, his thumb immediately brushing your hand, his way of saying âyouâre notâ.
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âI think I need some airâ you told Sarah as you got up from the couch and released her hand. Your tummy was full and your eyes were starting to get heavy. From the other side of the room, Joelâs eyes followed you to the balcony.
The peace of the outside of the house was everything you needed, trying to keep your mind from the trap of going into the Joel Joel Joel Joel to risky risky risky spiral. The moon lit up the sky and kissed your rosy cheeks, the singing of the crickets taking you away from all the buzz.
Just when you closed your eyes and breathed in the december air, you jumped when a strong hold surrounded your waist, the warmth of his chest hugging your back.
âJesus, Iâ theyâll see usâ you panicked.
âShhh, itâs okay,â his other hand spread to pet on your tummy, paired with a kiss to your temple, âI checked, no oneâs near. Wouldnât want tâshare you with anyone though, would I? Looking like my own little cherry on this dressâ his fingers gripped the dress deep, sliding it up and down your waist a bit.
âI missed you so muchâ you turned around in his hold, arms wrapping around his neck and tugging at the curls at the base of his scalp. On your tiptoes you glued your body to his, closest as you could get, taking in the strong smell of his cologne that made your insides twirl. One of his hands danced down your spine to rest on your lower back, while the other held the back of your neck.
âOh angel, missed you too, sâmuch. Canât go a day without thinking about you, little one.â His deep voice whispered on your ear. Joel firmed his feet on the ground and swayed your bodies slowly left to right, calming you down. âThinking about holding you, having you with me. About hearing your voice call me from the other side of the house and moan my name when Iâm knuckle deep inside yaââ
âJoel!â You snapped his arm a little, staring into his eyes in disbelief.
âAm I lying?â he looked down at you with his rounded brown eyes, the same that could get you on your knees, mouth hanging open, with this exact same look he was giving you now. You shook your head slowly, fingers anchoring his shirt, âknow you love it, baby, I love it too. Shit, shouldâve found a way to see you earlier. Iâm so sorry, sweetheart.â He rested his forehead on yours.
You distanced your head back and looked towards the living room, checking to see if you were still safe from prying eyes âwant more of you,â you whispered.
Joel smirked, âLater baby, âkay?â
You stared up at him, no confirmation.
âHm? Can you be my good girl and be patient?â He held your chin up with his thumb and pointer, forcing your gaze to be on his and nowhere else, âGâna be worth the wait, promise. But you need to be good fâme. Can you do that?â
âI canâ you murmured, eyes closing as his hands found your sides and gave them a firm squeeze.
âKnow yâcan, darling. My best girl.â
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âShhh, câmon angel. Know these precious little sounds belong to me only,â Joelâs deepened voice vibrated on your neck, his teeth grazing the soft skin and making your head go foggy.
It was a combination of it all, to be honest; his hot mouth and beard on your neck, you only in your underwear and thighs and him fully clothed, his thumbs mercilessly circling your nipples through your bra and his very hard bulge grinding against your pussy and his whole weight pressing you down against his bed.
It started when you both came back to the living room â in separate moments, of course â and then you needed to go the bathroom but the one downstairs was occupied and Joel suddenly needed to check on something very important in his room.
âP-Please, Joel,â you cooed, the pool in your cunt becoming unbearable, your wetness overtaking your poor excuse of panties and messing the front of his jeans.
ââS okay baby, gonna take care of you,â he gave your mouth a peck, hands releasing your stiffed nipples to hold your face in his hand so his tongue could invade your mouth. âIâma bad old man, ainât I? Making my little girl wait for so long to feel good. Fisting my cock the whole week, thinking âbout this pussy swallowing me in. Bad, bad man.â you shook your head no in a desperate side-to-side move, fingers gripping his shoulders, as if taking his shirt off, but his force was pinning you down just right.
A sudden grind of his hips into yours and tears pooled on your waterlines, your hands stilling and your throat holding back a moan while Joel groaned at the feeling of his hard cock rocking against you. âThatâs what you want, isnât it, princess? To feel so, so good?â Another desperate nod. âShh, câmon baby. Gâna make you cum for the week we lost.â
Joel used his hands to lift you by your armpits and sit you against his headboard, lowering his body and dragging your lacy thighs with him, torturously slowly. Now he was face-to-face with your covered pussy, âoh, poor baby. Feel her, angel,â he pressed his thumb up and down your core, your wetness gluing your panties to your slit, overflowing a bit around the lacy edges. âSo desperate to be touched, ainât she? Just waiting for me to take care of her. I will baby, donât worry. Been such a good little girl fâme. Gonna stuff you full in a minuteâ
He finally tangled his fingers on the thin stripes of your panties, but first giving the little bow on top of it a little kiss. âMy little present,â he murmured, more to himself then to you, but smirking when your core pulsed with his words.
The moment Joelâs fingers slid the lace down your legs and his hot breath ghosted your pussy, you were a goner; all your fuzzy brain could focus on were the strong pressure of his tongue on your clit and his fingers patiently circling your hole.
âLet me in, angel,â he begged and started to push two of his digits inside your pussy, his head now on the level of your cleavage, keeping himself from missing the reaction of his own little Christmas angel being finger fucked by him.
Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open, making a little âoâ shape when two of his thick fingers spread you open all at once, making you just so full. âMy tight little princess,â he cooed, looking down at your pussy swallowing his fingers in and out, your juice covering his knuckles with each pump, deeper and deeper. The slick sounds of the obscene act you two were dwelling in almost distracted you from hearing Joelâs âwhoâs pussy is this?â
Instead of answering, your smaller hands held his face and pulled him into a kiss, a very wet, hot kiss, his tongue making home for itself inside your mouth and twirling around your own, teeth grazing at your lower lip hard enough to leave a mark and soft enough to leave you wanting more.
âItâs yours, Joel,â you finally gave him what he wanted, a string of spit connecting the two of you.
âThaâs my girl.â He curled his fingers to brush at that spot that made your head cloudy and the back of your eyelids starry, pulling the sweetest, most desperate moan from your wet lips (both of them). âAnd thaâs my pussy, hm?â He watch attentively as your eyes got too hazy and your mouth too open to process what he was saying, âpoor little thing, so good canât even think straight.â
You caught Joel by surprise though, when your hand found his clothed cock, giving your best to grab at it as hard as you could, stroking him with your palm and thumb. Even so lazily, the action drove him crazy enough to lose himself in your neck, fingers still fucking your pussy full and beard leaving marks all over your skin.
Joel allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of your hot, pulsing cunt strangling his fingers and your small hand palming his cock to lower his head a little bit, teeth pulling your excuse of a bra to the side (or trying).
âJ-Joel,â you plead, the delicate lace of your lingerie ripping like paper in between his teeth.
âGâna get you a new one, love. Lotâs of new ones.â He spent no time, greedily sucking one of your tits into his mouth, tongue languidly abusing your nipple. His mustache hurting the soft skin of the area while his warm spit and velvety lips caressed the burn.
Feeling your pussy pulse and pull him hard, Joel increased the pace of his fingers inside you and directed his attention to your other boob too, his spit lingering all over your chest. âPussy gripping me real tight, baby, wanna cum, donât ya? Iâll let ya, câmon. Cum all over me, little girl.â
And you did. Pussy squirming his fingers and almost making them a part of your own body, lips hanging open with nonsense babble followed by muffled moans and cries, nipples stiff and hard by the overstimulation.
His own little present, as he himself put. All for him.
Joel helped you calm down with sweet kisses to your cheeks and lots of âdid so good to me, my little angelâ, âmissed you having you like thisâ, âmy best girl, makes me so happy, babyâ.
âYâwith me?â he nosed at your temple and noticed your eyes turn brighter, the small nod of your head bringing you back to a fully conscious state of mind.
âOpen.â he positioned the tip of the fingers that were once inside you on your lower lip, your mouth instinctively hanging open to welcome him inside. âThatâs it, âatta girl,â he rewarded as you sucked his fingers clean from your own mess, realising why his eyes became so dark with the action.
He hadnât come yet.
You pulled your mouth from his fingers and kneeled between him and the bed, hands gripping his bulge shamelessly.
âStill gotta clean you up, angel. Câmon, we can do that later. Jusâ wanted tâtake care of you.â he held your chin up to gather your attention, a failed attempt, you knew he needed it as much as you.
ââS okay, I wanna. Just gonna suck on it a little.â
âMy sweet girl,â Joel complimented as his palm held the whole side of your face, your bambi gaze distracting him while you worked both his pants and underwear down his legs.
With your mouth only inches away from his girthy, veiny cock that was proudly bouncing in front of your face, you gripped at the thick hairs at his base and gave the swollen, ruddy tip a mouth-open kiss, silky lips enveloping the head while his precum oozed down your tongue and a deep groan left his throat, your fingers gripping his base as your thumbs caressed his balls. You found his gaze again, pulling the most sincere, grateful and innocent look you had.
âMerry Christmas, Joel.â
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#AHHH WHO WROTED THAT#ofc lis wrote a christmas fic in april! cause lis is insane! and thatâs okay!#donât know if i love this one#but hey a moodboard! anyway byeee#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller#joel miller fic#pedro pascal#pedro characters#joel tlou#joel x reader#joel miller x you#tlou fanfiction#my writing
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Birthday Boys
Itâs Fred and Georgeâs birthday, and you wanted to give them something very special. Itâs hard to give them something like that, but you are married to them for a reason. As if they would ever settle for someone boring, now would they?
Warnings: 18+, Double Penetration (A and V), teasing, breeding, overstimulation, dirty talk, birthday suits ((hehe)) lipstick kink(?) and of course Fred Lives. Because I said so ((George still missing an ear tho! Bleh-!))
âWell whatâs this?â George would blink, as a paper airplane would land itself on his desk. Fred would raise a brow, as he set down the ink he had grabbed for his younger twin. Itâs April First. The ever busiest day of the year, and their birthday as well. That meant they were swamped with work, and just trying to finish the day. The shop may be closed, now, but damn they were still drowning.
âDonât just stare at it, open it up-!â Fred would bonk the younger twin, with his wand, making him fix at his hair. He would give a grumble, as he unfolded the neat little parchment. By the hand writing alone, he knew it was from you. What was written made him a bit flushed in the cheeks. Always was the more emotional of the two, so Fred was quick to look over his shoulder. Reading along.
To my special Birthday Boys. You two have been working so hard all day. Such a wonderful occasion deserves a present, doesnât it? I better expect you to leave paper work for later, and hurry up to our bedroom. It gets rather chilly being all alone. I donât want your present to get cold either. Not when I worked so hard to wrap it all up so nicely in purples and oranges. If you donât want it, Iâll be more than happy to make use of it all myself. Sincerely yours~!
Never had they side alone aparated so fast in their life. Gave you quite the startle, to suddenly see them. You should have figured they wouldnât waste time, but boy they move fast. Even after all these years together, it catches you by surprise. Though, this time they were the ones with wide eyes this time around.
There you were, in the middle of the bed, dressed to the nines. A array of orange, and purple, fabric against your skin. Stockings of lace. Done up so pretty to mimic that of a fire work, with little dots all around. The fingerless arm length gloves had to be, as to help bring focus to how bare the rest of you were. Nothing else to your skin, but your own birthday suit. Besides so heavy makeup, because you knew they loved it when it got all ruined. What really sold it was the bows all over you. Around your thighs, wrists, neck, just for the comical effect of a birthday present. Hey, itâs April Fools. Gotta get silly.
âH-â Before you could get a single syllable out, they were on you. Like starving dogs. Clothes were flying, and your body was quick to be sandwiched between the two men. Your neck attacked in kisses, and their ever rough hands trailing your skin. Tracing all the invisible lines they had tracked on you.
âGuess you like the surprise-?â You joked, as you were leaning yourself against Fred. While George was enjoying your front. Sucking plenty of hickies on your skin, while Fred was enjoying playing with your nipples. Had you squeak, and flush, as he was enjoying the happily given toy.
âTaking that as a yes-â You sighed, as you were just a meal for the wolves. Wolves that always had your flavor of flesh in mind. It just felt so good to be so desired. To be wanted so badly, it could hurt. Especially after such an exhausting day, they needed to get that pent up steam out.
âBeen thinking about you all day long-â George would sigh, as he stole your lips into his own. Happily allowing your lipstick to stain his own, while your hips rubbed onto the building hard on in Fredâs lap. Just a tangle of wild limbs, and you couldnât have loved anything more.
âCome on, save some for me. Give em here-â And you would be stolen by Fred next. Making sure he got his lips stained all the same. George didnât complain, as he would let the lipstick residue trail over your exposured chest. Designing you, as Fred let his tongue do any talking he had left.
You enjoyed the sensual, and slow, pace. Made you fall into the mood far easier. But, you knew why they were being so gentle. Gentle starts always ended with you drooling and utterly delirious. They were going to destroy you, to your core, and that had you so hopeful.
âJust look at you.â They breathed, in unison, as you were just a doll in their hands. Your body leaning into Fredâs, with his legs spread to make sure you were comfortable. Meanwhile George was above you, on his knees, and taking in the sight. Just starving for you, while Fred was busy with the bedside table. Making sure to grab some lube, as you realized what you signed up for.
âDonât say I never treat you.â That had them laugh, at your comment. Sweet little feathery kisses were given to your face, and neck, while the line was passed to each other. Slicking themselves up, before using the residue to make sure you were nice and comfortable. A thank you, for such a wonderful present.
âWrapped up in such a pretty bow.â Fred sighed, as he stuck two fingers inside of you. That had you bite your lip, before the mimicking motion from George made it slip out. Fred was in your ass, and George was in your core. Able to copy each otherâs movements in perfect unison. Some call it disturbing, you call it heaven.
âDamn, wet as hell. Donât even need lube. Weâre so excited to get to be our gift, werenât you? Isnât that sweet Fred-?â âOh the ever sweetest George. We love it when you get excited. Gets us excited.â They echoed each other, while making sure to lather as much as they could. Knowing you would need it, and still remembering to put your needs first. Just gentle motions, as they made sure to cover as much as two fingers could. Teasing away at your sensitive spots, just to make you squirm.
âI canât wait any more.â âCouldnât have said it better myself.â And like that, the fingers were removed. You whined at it, which made them smirk. Now, you were feeling them pressed against you. They planned to go in, at the exact same time. It made your heart race. To imagine, being stuffed so quickly.
âHow about we-â But they broke through the tight barrier, and your mind was mush. Not so much from pain, just the over whelming sensation of being so full. To feel your insides grow so tight, as your muscles were being pulled yet pushed at the same time. Was a fluttery experience. Somehow so light, yet couldnât be heavier.
âFuck fuck fuck-â You heard Fred whisper into your ear, while your blurry eyes could make out that George was hardly able to keep his own open. Biting into his stained lip, as to not whimper too early. To last, but damn. You knew he was fighting for his life.
Once they were both fully inside, the three of you just stayed that way. A mixture of wanting to make sure you were adjusted, and them not wanting to end the game so soon. How embarrassing that would be. Least that meant you were being pampered. With heavy breathing, and wet kisses on your skin. A means to help you relax, and it worked.
âLucky me, I get to be the first one to pump you full. Isnât that nice of Fred? To let me be the one to pump your little womb full?â That had your face burn. Yeah, you three were trying, but none of you exactly went into to much details on how such a thing would plan out. Given Magic was involved, with everything, isnât a dumb guess to think these two will somehow knock you up at the same time. Just made you all the more flushed, as Fred would rub over your stomach.
âDonât worry. When heâs done with you, we will switch. I canât just waste it all in your ass. I love that cute thing, but I love you being full of out kids more.â Fred moaned, as he finally moved his hips. Just in time with Georgeâs. The feeling of two at once, in different holes. Truly a fuzzy experience.
Your hands found Georgeâs shoulders, while Fred grabbed your legs. Keeping you spread as wide as they could, as they rocked their hips into you. Such perfect calculations to make sure your mind stayed in that blissful fuzz. Was leaving you with your nails into Georges skin.
âCome on, love. You gotta moan louder for me. Iâm missing an ear over here. Give me some noise-!â George cackled, as Fred took that as a que to pick up the pace. Your head was rolling itself back, and leaned on Fredâs shoulder. Giving George exactly what he wanted, after all. Louder moans, whimpers, gasps, and plenty of smacking flesh to fill in between.
âSo cock drunk, and the night hardly started.â Fred teases, as he bit into your shoulder. Needing to steady himself, but the feeling was too much. George would have agreed, if it were vocal. They were getting sloppy with their movements, and you wouldnât last long either. Especially since George was now planting sloppy kisses against your lips. Leaving you two a jumble mess of spit and moans.
Hearing their desperate breaths, and whimpers of trying to hold on, it was what brought you over the edge. By proxy, your tightening grip in your body had them gasp. Their hips stuttering, as they came inside of you. Throbbing, and having a shake in their system.
Riding it out was such a warm feeling. Felt like everything was on fire, in all the best ways. Already so exhausted, and ready to just sleep, butâŚ.They werenât making any April fools joke with you. Just as your eyes closed, they moved.
You have a squeak, before a breathy moan, as they pulled out. Left such a mess between all your legs, before you were flipped around. Your hands now on Fredâs chest, and ass presented to George. Out right lining up again.
âPerk-A-Boo~!â Fred teases, as he poked your nose. Just as you wiggled it, they thrusted right back into you. The stimulation of being restuffed was mind melting. Right after your high, and with so much already running down your legs. The sounds of all made were so loud, and wet. Was utterly thrilling.
Fred was happy to drink in your moans, hogging as many kisses as he could. Meanwhile George was happily feeling over your hips. Letting those hard working hands trace the lipstick marks shared between them both.
âDonât do poor Georgie like that, come on. You gotta moan a little louder. His hearing isnât so good.â Fred would tease, as he forced your chin up. Trying to amplify your desperate sounds. It was all too much. You were going to reach your peak again, with tears running down your face. Smearing away the remains of your makeup.
âJust hang on a little more. I want to make sure I get nice and deep in there.â Fred comforted, as George planted kisses down your back. Making sure your skin was covered in whatever remained of their lips.
Everything was so blurry, but you knew this. You came again, and your insides were coated once more. The ringing in your ears were dancing with the shakey moans of your lovers. So happy, and satisfied, with wrecking you so much.
When you came back to reality, you realized the lingerie you wore was gone. Seems they made sure to give you a sponge bath, before they were knocked out. You between them, as they snuggled you.
Fred behind you, as he held your stomach. Ever a man that loved feeling your ass against him. Meanwhile George was infront of you, tangling your legs together, as he snuck his arms just above Fredâs. His face under your chin, so he could listen to your heart beat.
âHappy birthday, you two.â You whispered, as you made sure they both were kissed on their heads. Freckled smiles crossed their lips, as they snuggled closer. Fred, enjoying his nose in your neck, while George gave you a squeeze. Maybe you should gift wrap yourself more often.
#harry potter#harry potter magic awakened#hpma#magic awakened#Fred Weasley#fred weasley x reader#Fred Weasley smut#George Weasley#george weasley x reader#George Weasley smut#Fred and George#Weasley twins#Fred and George Weasley#April first#april fool's day#april 1st#april fools#Weasley twins smut#ha! two birthday fics!#a angst one and a smut one#typical gay behavior#mwahahahhaha#god I love my boys#I love them so much#happy birthday you two#Fred Weasley lives#because I said so#so yeah#fluff because I said so#hp
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Danny gets randomly kidnapped off the street on day just minding his own business in Amity Park. The next thing he knows he's waking up in a tube in Gotham. He escapes and in the process of escaping he finds he now has three young clones to take care of. The oldest is 12, the middle is 8 and the youngest is 4. Danny breaks his boys out of their tubes and destroys the lab and takes his kids back to Amity Park. He tests their DNA to figure out who the other parents are and immediately discovered those parents are Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake. Danny is freaking out
You know, Iâve been having such a hard time figuring out what to do with this prompt. I donât have the slightest clue as to why this all would even happen. Why is Danny in this test tube in Gotham? Is it the GIW? Someone else? Vlad cloned him before, why would he do it again, and use the DNA of Batfam members? How could he go straight to Amity Park when it is at least a few states away, with three kids, after destroying a lab, and for the Batfam to not notice that. They are very observant, especially if something gets destroyed in their own city. Sorry for being nitpicky, Iâve just been so confused on how to go about this ever since I got this ask in April 15, 2023. I know you, the asker, likely just wanted Danny to be parent with his cute clone kids with Batfam shenanigans stapled onto it, but I like plot and I donât understand this plot. Idk, I may just be tired and canât process things 100%. Thank you for the ask, even if you likely never see this.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#anon ask#revenant prompted#in the inbox no more!#april 15th 2023#sry Iâm feeling guilty. the guilt of not answering asks for over a year and the guilt for not answering them well enough#um. you guys can do whatever with this prompt iâm sry
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Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it!
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#lestappen Brokeback mountain!!!!#as promised đ¤§#that podium in Austin was for MEEE#THANK YOU GOD IVE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED ABOUT A PENALTY IN MY LIFEEEE#sorry this took so long pookies đ¤§#the lestappen cowboy au is slowly clawing its way back into my subconsciousâŚ.#should I finally do that lestappen comic I planned out in AprilâŚ#also for the record#I think max is much more Jack than he is Ennis#just based on vibes#ok maybe itâs not so much as max is more Jack than Charles#but max is DEFINITELY not ennis#f1#formula 1#f1blr#f1 fanart#annieâs art#formulanni#formula one fanart#formula 1 fanart#lestappen#1633#1633 cowboy au#lestappen au#brokeback mountain#max verstappen#max verstappen x charles leclerc#charles leclerc#cl16#mv33
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Is now a good time to show off my unit swaps from two years ago????
#project sekai#prsk fa#leo/need#more more jump#vivid bad squad#wonderlands x showtime#25 ji nightcord de#nightcord at 25:00#hinomori shizuku#tenma tsukasa#asahina mafuyu#aoyagi touya#shiraishi an#ootori emu#shinonome ena#mochizuki honami#kusanagi nene#momoi airi#hinomori shiho#akiyama mizuki#hoshino ichika#hanasato minori#azusawa kohane#yoisaki kanade#tenma saki#kiritani haruka#kamishiro rui#shinonome akito#LOOK MY NIGHTCORD AND VBS ARE BASICALLY CANON BECAUSE OF THE APRIL FOOLS THING#DO YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME
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Happy birthday, Anthony! I just finished drawing this on April Fools and thought it fits. What better thing to post today than some queerplatonic Radioapple tomfoolery? And the fact that Angel Dust invited himself in it is just one big beautiful bonus! So please enjoy! -Bubbly đ
#spacebubblearts#hazbin hotel#radioapple#appleradio#lucifer morningstar#lucifer magne#alastor#hazbin alastor#duckydeer#birthday boy#hazbin hotel anthony#angel dust#april fools#doodle#queerplatonic#fanart#myart#asexuality#misunderstandings#now that I think about it today is also kaishin encounter day and the start of the last stretch of my finals week#a lot's going on around me and here I am lagging haha#cursed cat alastor#fluff#humor#shenanigans#those 3 are all you need#cannibalism#I have a feeling Angel Dust is the type to read shoujo manga if he knew what it is#lucifer x alastor#alastor x lucifer
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WHAT IF!! The ancestors of the Hamato clan didn't accept April...?
#What did you say to my hundred grand grand daughter!??!#fee art#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#comic#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt april#I can totally see Gram gram from behind scream#gram gram already valid April#UWU#april x tmnt#rottmnt leopril
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April Fools In Love
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader
Summary: When Angela convinces you to prank Tim by pretending to leave him on April 1, you plan to get through the day quietly and then split your winnings with Tim. Then Wade assigns you and Tim to ride together, and the day is anything except quiet.
Warnings: discussion of bets (Angela and Nolan start it lol), angst, arguments, gunfire (no major character injuries), fluff
Word Count: 3.1k+ words
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You know it wonât end well. But when Angela and Nolan bet you $100 each that you wouldnât do it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? Besides, if it works (and youâre terrified it will), you and Tim will have over $1,000 to split. You just have to break his heart first.
When Tim gets out of bed before the sun comes up, youâre already awake. It seems like forever as you lay in bed and wait for him to leave. But, while youâre alone in the house and preparing to pull off the biggest April Foolâs Day prank of your life, you miss him. Angelaâs genius idea to prank Tim by pretending to leave him was never a good idea but as the betting pool grew in the Mid-Wilshire station, you let the money convince you. Your heart and Timâs are on the line, and you can only hope he knows you well enough by now to see what youâre doing and play along.
Once all your belongings are hidden in the spare closet and every trace of you is gone from Timâs house, you leave a note on Timâs nightstand and leave. You intend on returning, as long as Tim will let you by the end of the day. It was Nolan and Lucyâs idea to send you to Lucyâs apartment at the end of shift, the proverbial âcherry on topâ to convince Tim that your relationship is truly over. As you walk to your car, anxiety builds in you, and you consider backing out. It would cost money but save your sanity and your relationship. So, you only have one question: What would Tim do? The answer comes to you immediately: lie to the bet makers and win even if you lose. Now, you just have to figure out how.
Entering roll call is everything you expected it would be. There are countless eyes on you, and your lack of greeting is what Nolan needs to know youâre going through with it.
âHonestly, I didnât think youâd do it,â he whispers from behind you. âNo offense.â
âThat is the least offensive thing youâve ever said to me,â you answer quickly. âBut just remember that you have to ride with me tomorrow, and anything that happens to me today is your fault.â
Nolanâs eyes widen before you turn in your seat. Breaking Timâs heart will hurt, but yours is already fractured just from the idea. When Grey enters and gives assignments for the day, you hope that work will distract you for as long as possible. If Tim doesnât find out until he gets off, you only have to lie to him and avoid him for a few hours before the day ends.
Wade says your name and the smile on his face concerns you. You take a deep breath before asking, âYes, sir?â
âBradford needs someone to ride with him today. Now, you can say no.â
You open your mouth to say no, but he raises a hand to stop you.
âOr,â Wade continues. âWe can double the current pool if you say yes.â
âDouble?â you repeat incredulously. âThatâs-â
âOver three thousand dollars. At the moment.â
You stare at the board behind Wade before nodding. âOkay.â
The room erupts into cheers and yells, but you drop your head into your hands and ask yourself why youâre selling your heart for a few thousand dollars.
âBradfordâs waiting,â Wade says as the room silences again.
âI hate all of you,â you mumble as you exit.
âYet you seem interested in our money!â Lucy calls behind you. âSee you at home later!â
Tim is waiting by the war room, and he smiles when he sees you. You donât return the smile, not because youâre mad at him, but because youâre worried about everything.
âAre you okay?â he asks as you approach him.
You nod, but Tim doesnât move. âCan we go?â you ask.
Timâs smile drops as he nods. You lead the way to the shop, and Timâs eyes are on you the entire way. Once youâre in the car and all the cameras are on, you hope heâll stop talking and leave everything alone, but you also know that wonât happen.
âWhy are you out on patrol?â you ask.
âLooking for leads on a gun trafficking case. Weâve got a few buyers who either donât know or wonât tell whoâs running the operation,â Tim answers.
You hum and look out the windshield. The computer on the dashboard has a few possible suspects, and you keep an eye open for them. Los Angeles is big, so finding three low-level gun sellers (alleged gun sellers) wonât be particularly easy. The long day alone with Tim would be a reward any other day, but not today.
Lucyâs voice comes through the radio as she says your name. You reach for the channel to change it, but Timâs brows furrow, and you stop.
âAre you sure about this?â Lucy asks. âI mean, of course, youâre welcome to stay with me, but maybe you should just talk to Tim.â
âAbout what?â Tim asks you.
âNothing,â you answer quickly. It comes out short and harsh, and you decide to take your anger out on Lucy. âNo personal lives on the radio, Chen,â you demand.
âI agree,â Wade adds. âBut no one wants to see either of you hurt. Youâre with Bradford all day, just talk to him.â
âI donât have to because he can hear you,â you snap before switching the channel.
Tim drives a few blocks in silence. He glances over at you every time he has to stop.
âAre you going to ignore me all day?â Tim asks. âBecause I can go back to the station and get someone else to come with me.â
âYour choice,â you reply.
âOkay,â Tim says. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter. âAre you staying with Lucy tonight?â
âIâm not talking about this right now, Sergeant Bradford. You are my superior and this doesn't seem appropriate,â you say.
Tim knows something is wrong; you wonât look at him, and your answers arenât really answers. He pulls into an alley and switches off his body cam and the dash cam.
âDispatch this is Bradford, switching radio off to approach the suspect. Will advise,â he radios.
âCopy, Bradford.â
Tim gestures toward your body cam, and you ask, âWhy?â
He rolls his eyes and reaches across the console to pull the cam away from your chest. His hands are gentle on you, but he tosses the camera haphazardly onto the dash after switching it off.
âNo cameras, no radios,â Tim says. âNow what is your problem?â
âYeah, because Iâm the one with a problem,â you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. âWeâre supposed to be working, Tim. Drive.â
âNot until you tell me why youâre snapping at everyone. Being grumpy is kind of my thing.â
âClearly,â you say with a chuckle.
âIf youâre mad at me, just say it.â
âThis is not the place or the time.â
âSo, Iâm just supposed to deal with this attitude all day?â
âI deal with yours.â
Tim rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat.
âIâm not staying with Lucy tonight. Iâm staying with her until I can find my own place, so you donât have to deal with my attitude for much longer.â
Timâs jaw unclenches as he looks at you. Youâre looking down at your lap, but you can feel his eyes on you.
âWhat does that mean?â Tim asks quietly. His anger is gone; it disappeared when you said you werenât going home with him... to him.
âI canât keep doing this, Tim.â I canât keep lying to you, is what you mean.
âThen donât.â You shake your head, and Tim presses, âDonât do this. Whatever happened, we can work through it, right?â
âNot right now.â
Tim falls silent and tears his eyes away from you. He canât decide whether to be upset or angry, but he turns all of the cameras back on and shifts the car into reverse to back out of the alley. You snatch your body cam from the dash and put it back on, but you miss the feeling of Timâs hands.
âIf not now, when?â Tim asks as he stops at a red light.
âI donât know,â you whisper. âReport.â
Tim glances over at you quickly, and when you move your fingers toward the radio, he realizes youâre talking to him as a cop, not as someone who loves him.
âDispatch, Iâm code 4,â he says quickly.
As you continue driving around Los Angeles, the minutes stretch into hours. Tim has stopped talking to you, and the radio has been quiet. Your fingers bounce against your thigh in rapid succession, and if something doesnât happen soon, you may burst into tears and tell Tim everything.
âBradford,â Angela radios, âswitch to a private channel.â
He does, but when he pulls the radio to him, his movements make you flinch. âWhat?â he asks, his grumpiness returned in full.
âAre you alone?â
âNo.â
âOkay, good.â
You hold your breath as you wait to hear what Angela will say next.
âWe got a hit on one of your perps. Was seen near a cigar store somewhere off La Brea.â
âThatâs not helpful, Lopez,â Tim snaps. âAnything else you can give me?â
âThe Debonair Cigar Lounge,â you inform. âItâs on La Brea and thereâs tons of reports of illegal back door sales. Nothing weâve ever been able to prove.â
Tim nods and drops the radio.
âYou seem in high spirits,â Lopez adds. âYour captain is waiting for your report.â
â10-4,â you radio.
âŻâŻâŻâŻâŻ
After a waste of time at the cigar lounge, you and Tim follow several more tips. The sun is going down and Timâs shift is nearly over by the time you catch one that seems helpful.
âDonât you need to get back to the station?â you ask. âWe donât have time to track this and for you to report to your captain.â
Tim ignores you and pulls into another alley. Why does LA have so many dirty alleys? And why are they Timâs preferred argument location?
âYou said it earlier, Iâm your superior. If youâre not going to answer my questions, Iâm not going to accept your advice,â Tim explains.
âDonât be ridiculous,â you argue. âMe not wanting to talk about our relationship issues in the shop is not the same as reminding you that you have other duties.â
âOh, now theyâre relationship issues. That sounds like talking about them.â
You tip your head back against the seat and sigh. Something moves in the alley, and you lean forward to watch for it.
âJust tell me what is bothering you!â Tim says. You donât answer, too interested in what is or isnât moving in the shadows, but Tim takes it as you voluntarily ignoring him. âFine, you donât want to talk? I can wait.â
âBradford, drive,â you say quickly.Â
âNo.â
âTim!â you yell.
The worry in your voice causes Tim to look forward, and the man youâve spent the day looking for is standing in the middle of the alley and pointing a gun at you.
âGet down,â Tim demands.
You lean toward him over the console as he jerks the gear shift down. Before he can move, the man starts shooting. Tim leans over you as he backs out of the alley. While he gets you to safety, you radio for backup. The car slides to a graceless stop as a bullet takes out the front tire on your side.
âIâm going to Lucyâs because I canât stay with you tonight,â you admit.
Your voice is raised over the continued gunfire, but Timâs face is pressed beside yours as he drapes his body over you. His protectiveness is one of many things that you love about him, and as you prepare to tell him the truth, youâre more grateful for it than ever.
âYouâre leaving me?â Tim asks.
âTim, what day is it?â you ask.
A bullet breaks your window, and Tim pulls himself tighter against you as he raises his gun toward the opening. The man is nearing you, and Tim waits for him to get close enough before rising up so heâs visible.
âApril Fools,â Tim answers as he fires a single shot.
He leaves you alone in the shop as he runs to the downed gunman. The bullet hit his leg, far from fatal, and Tim cuffs him before putting pressure on the wound.
âI canât believe you just broke up with me while we were being shot at,â Tim yells angrily.
He winks at you quickly, a nearly invisible movement. His jaw remains clenched, though, and you canât tell if heâs mad at you or the man who tried to kill you.
âBradford!â Angela yells as she exits her car. âWhat happened?â
Tim pushes the man toward another Metro officer and turns away from you.
âPlenty,â he answers before walking away. âGive her a ride.â
You lick your lips as you watch Tim leave with Metro.Â
âYou told him?â Angela asks. âHow did that go?â
âHe seems mad,â you answer.
âThis may be better than expected. Iâm taking you to Lucyâs.â
âBut I need to-â
âGrey knows,â Angela interrupts. âLetâs go.â
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âJust sit down,â Lucy pleads. âTim cares and heâll talk to you eventually.â
âI told Tim that I was leaving him when all I wanted to do was tell him I love him,â you point out. âIâm not going to sit down.â
Lucy sighs and turns away. She had enjoyed the idea before this moment, but now that you and Tim are both understandably miserable, it isnât as much fun.
âIncoming,â Tamara whispers dramatically as she opens the door.
âWhereâs your stuff?â Tim demands as he steps inside.
âNot with me,â you answer honestly.
âThen letâs go.â
âWhere?â
Tim fixes his eyes on yours. Thereâs a storm in them, and itâs a dangerous one. You decide not to fight him and instead walk toward him.
âHey, you can talk here,â Lucy offers.
Tim doesnât reply as he closes the door behind him. You walk wordlessly beside him as he takes you to his truck. Once youâre inside, he runs his fingers through his short hair before hitting his open palm against the steering wheel.
âI know you pointed out that itâs April Foolâs Day,â he begins. âBut when I get home and all of your stuff is gone, itâs a little hard to believe itâs a joke.â
You glance at the clock and see that thereâs still a little over an hour left until midnight. If you want the money, you canât do anything until then.
âI put it somewhere,â you say quietly. âUntil I knew for sure what I was going to do.â
âAre you going to give me a real answer?â
You look at the clock again, but this time Tim follows your movement. He sits back in his seat and turns on the radio.
âIâll wait,â he offers.
âWhy?â you ask. âAfter everything I did this morning?â
âLots of words for it: love, stupidity, obsession. Take your pick.â
âApril Foolâs Day was more fun last year,â you mutter.
Tim smiles as he remembers; you had tried to convince everyone in Mid-Wilshire that you and Tim hated one another and that any memory that had otherwise was a figment of their imagination. When you got home that night, Tim kept up the act until you threatened to take Kojo in the divorce, and then you got the attention youâd been missing all day.
As the clock inches closer to midnight, you lean back as well and simply sit beside Tim. Your phone rings and you sigh when you see Angelaâs name.
âHello?â you answer.
âWhere are you?â she asks.
âOutside Lucyâs apartment.â
âIs Tim still with you?â
âWhy would Tim be with me?â
Tim shakes his head beside you, and you remember when he told you about the bet with Lucy when she tried to set him up and failed. You met the next day and then Tim won the bet, he had said.
âAre you planning to call him at midnight?â she asks.
âYes! I have been lying to him all day, Angela, of course Iâm going to call and tell him.â
Angela sighs, but it sounds funny.
âWhat?â
âHe blew up on his Metro team. Thereâs a chance he may not be able to forgive you, or⌠wonât want to.â
You glance over at Tim, and he cocks his head at your furrowed brows.
âSo, heâs really mad,â you repeat softly. âAnd my apologies wonât be good enough.â
âI donât know that for sure!â Angela soothes.
What actually works to make you feel better is Timâs hand taking yours. The clock changes, and you hang up. 12:00 am, April 2.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you whisper.
The fear youâve been pushing down all day appears as tears, and Tim cups your face to wipe them away.
âMy stuff is in the guest room, but if you donât want me to come back-â
Tim cuts you off with a kiss. He pulls you toward him as he leans over the console, but itâs uncomfortable, and he breaks the kiss quickly.
âPlease tell me you won something for your success,â Tim says.
You smile and answer, âNearly three and a half thousand dollars.â
Timâs jaw drops as his hands drop to your shoulders.
âI was thinking weâd go see a Dodgers game, sit behind home plate. Or you can have it all since I did ruin your day.â
âWatching you get shot at ruined my day,â Tim corrects. âBut as long as you go home with me, no harm, no foul.â
âI really am sorry. I do love you, and Iâd never leave you like that.â
âI know,â Tim answers smugly. âI stopped by the house after you left, and Kojo led me straight to your stuff.
âYou knew the whole time?!â you exclaim.
âI had an idea. Asked Grey to let me spend the day with you to see if I was right.â
âI felt terrible-â
âAnd you should have! Kojo and I will need lots of hugs and kisses to make up for the emotional distraught you put us through.â
You roll your eyes, and once youâre sandwiched between Tim and Kojo, they donât seem to accept your apologies unless theyâre punctuated with some type of physical affection. Tim also takes the opportunity to yell at everyone involved in the bet when he gets to work the following morning, but the promise of another night and a Dodgers game with you makes it worth it.
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đđŠđ˘đĽđ¨đ đŽđ: đđ¨đŤ đđĄđ đŤđđŹđ đ¨đ đŚđ˛ đĽđ˘đđ
pairing: theo nott x fem!reader
summary: theo and you get your happy ever after
warnings: i donât think there are any! let me know if thatâs not true :)
note: here it is!! finally the epilogue is here! i loved writing this series so much!! please let me know what you thought of this chapter and/or the story in general!
!!!make sure to keep your eyes on the extras that are coming tomorrow (and feel free to request drabbles/ fics on future or past situtations in the donât blame me universe, or questions you still have!! i will be thrilled to answer them!!)!!!
word count: 3.9k
note: not really happy with the outcome of this chapter, but whatever..
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"mommy?â a voice called and your head snapped to the side. "can you give me one of those paper towels?â
you rolled your eyes smiling at his antics and nodded, before you threw one in his direction.
"mate, you know i love you, but please stop acting out your mommy kink on my girlfriendâ theo hit mattheo's shoulder.
"well, y/n is the closest thing i have to a mother right now" mattheo argued dramatically "she takes care of me when i'm sick, she cuts apple slices for meâ"
"âwe've been on tour for two months" theo shook his head "it's not like you're never gonna see your mum again, get a grip"
"it's alright" you smiled. "i don't mind"
mattheo nodded "see?"
âyeah, whateverâ theo shook his head âjust get ready, please? we start in tenâ
after the concert a few months ago, cursed legacy had gotten their record deal. dave had been impressed by their show, he wanted them to play opener for the rest of the following tour leg.
as soon as the school holidays began you joined them, traveling around the country.
theo and you couldnât be happier. everything was going great and you were ready to tackle life together.
since the concert, theo had not stopped writing songs and they were only a month away from releasing their second album, soft death.
he was always talking about how you were the muse behind most of the songs. and you had to admit that they had never had so many love songs played (or written) before.
during the tour they had made many new fans, their followers growing while were getting more and more attention. they were already playing a few songs from the new album constantly and about you was a fan favorite. your favorite was echoes of devotion, which theo had written for you. it was the second song they played every night.
âsee you laterâ mattheo took a look to his phone, checking the time, before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and quickly walked away.
theo rolled his eyes before he turned to you and gave you a long and passionate kiss, before he too took off after mattheo to get on stage.
you collected your things, before you started walking. you already knew that it would be hard to feel normal again once you were home in a month and college would start. how could you ever live a normal life after being treated like royalty?
you took your stage pass and walked in the direction of the tents. you hadnât seen the rest of the band in hours. the reasons were simple enough. draco and blaise had made it their personal chore to walk around the venues before every show, claiming something about a good luck charm they absolutely needed. they had asked you to accompany them on a few occasions, which you did but quickly regretted after they spent the entire time talking about their hook ups from the night before.
they had already adopted the rockstar life style.
quite the opposite of that was enzo. he spent hours in the back of the bus, or in his hotel room, talking to april on his phone. she had come to a few shows, but she couldnât be there constantly because of work and so they had decided to face time or text in any given moment. you rarely saw the boy without his phone.
april had been scared that their relationship would not last. she had feared that enzo would quickly realize how limiting a relationship was when there were a few hundred girls basically licking the ground on which he walked.
you had told her that enzo wasnât like that, but you could still understand why she was feeling that way and promised to keep your eye on him.
enzo had done nothing more than proof the both of you terribly wrong. most of the time he did not even look into the direction of other girls, let alone talk to them.
that the rest of the band was busy couldâve been to your and theoâs advantage, making it possible to enjoy time for only the two of you, if there hadnât been matt, who made it his personal task to follow you around like a lost puppy.
you loved him, you really did. during the time the both of you had only grown closer, going back to the sibling like relationship you had once had, but at times you wished he was anywhere else.
especially that one time when theo and you were making out on the couch of the tour bus and mattheo came barging in and acted like he didnât know that he had just interrupted something, before he planted himself in the middle of theo and you and started playing star wars on the tv.
"good evening!" enzo's voice roared through the microphone, after they had come out and played only angel. the crowd cheered. "the next song we're gonna play is about a very special someone. our front man's girl to be exact. he's a very smitten man, so naturally, this is a very emotional love song, feel free to hold up your flashlights.. here is echoes of devotion!"
the crowd cheered once again, while you clapped your hands, your cheeks as red as the curtain next to the stage. theo's voice was always what started the song, he looked just as cheesy as you did, even if enzo had made it a habit to say the same lines every night, you and theo were still flustered about his words.
my love, like orpheus, i'd come,
to tread through shadows, my body numb,
but truth be told, in my hearts embrace,
i fear i'd falter, lose the race.
the music only set in after that. a steady and slow beat that was always responsible for your shiver as it guarded his voice through the chorus.
for i'd turn back, just like him,
my gaze would brake, our future grim,
your fading form, in shadows deep,
my love, too strong, my soul to keep.
the song was balancing right between breaking the crowds heart and animating them to sing along. it was the perfect mix of love and heartache, often making your eyes swell with tears, when you saw theo react the same way.
the song had a special place in both of your hearts. for one part, it was comparing you and theo to your favorite myth, which theo had done knowingly. and second, it reminded you both of how hard love could be, how even loving people deeply could led to hurting them.
it was one of the first songs theo did not sing entirely on his own. the second verse was accompanied by background vocals of the rest of the boys, making it sound almost dreamy and ethereal.
like orpheus, with his lyre's song,
i'd sing to you, all night long,
but in that moment, with fate's cruel twist,
i'd choose your eyes, and lose what's missed.
the second chorus was a little different to the first one, deeper, as theo had said.
for i'd turn back just like him,
the current stronger than we swim,
i'd face the darkness, lose my way,
for one more look, i'd gladly pay
"i don't understand" theo's voice was only above a whisper, making sure no one could hear you both in the treehouse. it was far too late for both of you anyway.
"what?" you had asked, looking up from the ipod in your hand.
"orpheus, that's his name, right?" the boy brushed his hair back, revealing his forehead. he hadn't gotten a haircut in ages, exclaiming something about girls finding him more attractive that way. you had spontaneously laughed at that prediction, considering you were the only girl he talked to. but the boy was fourteen and suddenly very interested in appealing to the opposite gender.
"what about him don't you understand?" you had the same tone in your voice your mother did when she would explain something to you and your brother.
"well, why does he turn around?" theo shrugged his shoulders, as he turned, facing away from you, to continue to paint doodles on the wall of the tree house. "he could've saved her if he had been stronger, if he had loved her enough he could've made it"
"it's not about that, theo" you had mused "orpheus looked back because he loved her so much, because the only way he could've saved her was if he had loved her less. but he didn't"
"i don't know, pixie" you send him a look upon the name, which he obviously couldn't see, your annoyance bouncing off of the back of his head. "i would be able to save you" his simple statement made the air freeze between the two of you, hitting deeper than it had been meant.
"then you don't love me enough" your voice was only a faint sound, but loud enough to make theo stop in his tracks.
without him noticing the irony of the situation, he turned around to look at you, his blue eyes crashing into yours. the softness in them almost made you shudder, asking yourself if the way you were feeling about him was totally normal. you did not have much experience with boys, but theo was different anyway, he was not like them, he was yours, without any requirements.
"no, i think i do" he whispered back, realizing that the quick act of him turning around had come right after you had simply doubted his love. he knew in that moment that it would never take much for him to turn around for you.
maybe it was the quiet of the night, or teenage hormones mixing up in the air, you weren't really sure later, but theo leaned across the space between you, gently grasping your lips with his, connecting them in a featherlight kiss.
there was no sound in the little room. there were only theo and you. and only your lips were touching.
for you're the melody that guides my soul,
through tempests wild and rivers cold,
i'll brave the depths, defy the night,
to hold your hand in morning light.
so here i stand, before your eyes,
with trembling heart, and no disguise,
to say, my love, in honesty,
i'd turn for your like orpheus for eurydice.
later that night, after the concert was finished and the band was saying their goodbyes, ready to leave the stage, you were waiting for theo behind the stage.
blaise and draco came down first, each of them ruffled your hair, before they walked away to find snacks.
enzo winked at you, holding his hand up for a high-five, which you gladly accepted.
matt plastered both of your cheeks with kisses, laughing deeply as you tried to slap him away.
all of the boys (except for theo of course) had grown to be like your brothers, but enzo and matt stood out the most. enzo was like the little brother you never had, especially because of his relationship with april.
mattheo had been protective of you ever since leo had brought you with him the first time at the age of five. he had looked out for you ever since, often joining forces with leo, when he forbid you from doing something.
even if you sometimes acted annoyed at him, you knew deep down that you needed matt, just as much as you needed your organs to survive. he had been (unlike theo at certain times) a constant in your life, you had never quite managed to get rid of. matt had made it clear to you that he wouldn't leave you alone. both of you were everything that was left of leo for the other.
you could see it in the way matt acted, when he would text you the most random things or when he was lifting you off the ground after he had predicted you would miss the single stair in front of your feet.
and he could see it in your face, as you scrunched your nose when you found something disgusting or when your eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream. or sometimes, in the rare moments when his heart ached the most, when you would laugh, and immediately stop, as you both realized how much it sounded like your brother.
it was impossible for either of you to forget leo, if you had still so much left of him.
the cologne was the first thing that entered your nose and just a second after, theo rumbled down the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing over the instruments that were already being played on stage.
he was wearing a white shirt, he had gotten it himself, your name written over his heart with a cursive lilac thread. his hair was messy and a little bit sweaty. you remembered the heat of the stage lights from the night of the concert months ago and your skin burned.
his jeans were dark and loose, you had joked that he needed to wear skinny jeans, because he was in a boyband. you had to search for a picture of harry styles, for him to believe that that used to be a thing.
his face lit up when his eyes fell on you. he pecked your lips, as he threw an arm across your shoulder. another kiss to your hair following.
"my dad messaged me" you said as you walked further behind the stage.
theo perked up at that "will he meet us for dinner?"
"yeah, yeah" you rolled your eyes, uninterested in talking about the boring information. you grinned, as you halted in your step, taking his hand in yours, as you almost jumped up and down from excitement. "we will probaly see a whole lot of him in the future"
theo raised his brows, confused what you were hinting at. your smile grew bigger as you could see the realization set in on his face.
"cadence?" he asked, not quite believing it.
you quickly nodded your head, your excitement resulting in a giggle, as he threw his arms around your body, pulling you close to his chest.
theo had applied to the college months ago. your father had just texted you to tell you that he was in. the mail was only being sent out the coming week and he wanted theo to know. that's also why your father had a lot of connections in the music world and was friends with dave fraser, the guy that had given the guys the record deal. he had worked at the college for the past twenty years, it was a big one, similiar to juilliard, but stationed in england.
while theo would go there, you had applied to many schools close to his (which included, but was not limited to oxford and camebridge). the acceptance letter for camebridge had come last week and the joy on theo's face had been incomparable.
"so it's happening" theo muttered in your ear "we'll both stay"
"i'm going nowhere" you assured, as you intertwined your hands, leading theo back to the tour bus, that would start driving to it's next destination in only a few hours.
"me neither, for now we have seen enough of the world to last us for a few years to come"
"are you joining in?" matt asked when the two of you entered the bus. the rest of the boys were sitting around the table, matt sorting poker chips and enzo's phone was propped up in the middle of the table, april's laughing face on it's screen.
"hey guys!" april smiled.
"hey stranger" you giggled.
"mate, could you please grab the cookies y/n's mum send her?"
"hey, those are for me" you protested.
matt shrugged "well the bus was only for us and i'm still sharing it with you"
you sighed, before you gave theo the okay to get them.
"only two more weeks and you're coming home" april was close to screaming of excitement "it's so boring without you guys. i even began missing blaise"
"hey!" blaise protested, as he grabbed the phone and turned it in his direction, so april was able to see the offended expression on his face.
"yeah, sorry" april muttered "now turn me back"
actually, even if you enjoyed all the special treatment you were receiving on this tour, you couldn't wait to go back home. you couldn't wait for life to be a bit more normal again, even though you were sure that it wouldn't take long before the boys would have their own concerts.
you couldn't wait to watch them grow, but for now, you savored every moment, as long as they still belonged solemnly to you.
"who's gonna start?" mattheo threw the last of the chips down, looking between the rest of you for help.
"i thought you read the rules" draco exclaimed confused.
"well, no" mattheo shook his head "blaise was supposed to"
blaise shook his head repeatedly, claiming to not have been part of mattheo's scheme. the boys began fighting, pointing at each other accusingly.
theo and you exchanged a glance, before you suggested to play a few simple rounds of uno, which everyone agreed on and quickly quieted down.
now everything was finally right and if you could talk to her, you would like to tell your younger self that everything would be alright one day and that she didn't have to be as scared of the future.
a few weeks later, when you were back home, theo helped you pack your things up in your room.
the rest of the tour had gone by in a breeze, and even if all of them decided to concentrate on studying at their respective schools, the band still existed and even dave fraser promised that the career of cursed legacy was far from over. soft death had already been recorded and was coming out in two weeks.
"what's that?" theo asked as he fished a folded piece of paper out of your backpack.
"oh" you furrowed you brows. "i thought i had thrown that away" you shrugged.
"well, what's on it?"
"after i first listened to pixie dream girl, april made me write down my feelings and burn the papers. she was scared that i would do something i would regret" you send him a look.
"okay..but why do you have it if it got burned?" he pressed.
"because i wanted something to remind myself how i felt about all of this"
"am i allowed to read it?" theo asked expectingly "it probably won't be nice"
"i don't care" you shrugged "go on"
theo unfolded the paper, his breath hitching as he read the words you had written. he looked up in surprise and you smiled. "that'sâ" he mumbled, but couldn't find the right words, surprise and love making it hard to concentrate.
"not mean?" you helped.
theo grinned, before he folded the paper up again and put it in his pocket "i want to keep it"
you smiled and nodded.
and after all this, you stupid stupid boy, you had written that day, you are still the only one my heart wants to know.
you and theo kept your eyes on each other, not one of you daring to look away. you could see every version in him, every stage of his life was readable from his eyes. even that night was readable and you wondered if the was thinking about the same thing you were.
"what was that?" you had asked, your voice raised above the normal whisper.
"what?" theo muttered, feigning innocence. you would've almost believed you had imagined the kiss, but the lipgloss on theo's mouth was telling a different story.
"you kissed me"
"ugh, no?" theo shook his head, crossing his arms defensively.
"ugh, yes?" you outstretched your hand, pointing to his lips. "there, cherry lipgloss"
theo rubbed his mouth in a quick gesture, getting rid of the evidence "where?" he asked, fluttering his eyes.
"right there!" you insisted, fighting back a laugh at his attempt to play it cool.
theo smiled softly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of fondness and mischief. "okay, fine. maybe i did."
your heart raced as you struggled to find the right words. "why?"
his expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "because... i wanted to."
"okay" you nodded, your voice only above a whisper. "but friends don'tââ
"i know" theo had interrupted you. "i'm sorry"
something had shifted between you that night in the tree house, or at least for theo it had. it was like you were the only girl that mattered, like you were the only one that mattered. something about that scared him immensely.
you waited for him to say something. to explain to you what it meant for you, for your friendship. but his eyes were as big as yours and his mind wandered twice as fast. "we are friends" he muttered finally, as if to remind himself.
you nodded, taking it as answer enough.
the years turned faster than the pages of a book, you grew older, stayed inside your rooms when it got dark outside and you and theo never spoke of the night in the treehouse again.
neither of you had known what to say so you rather said nothing.
theo's last words to you that night, replayed themselves over and over again in your mind for the years to follow, even if both of you continued being friends normally.
"i couldn't help it" he had muttered, right after both of you had climbed down the ladder and were ready to go your separate ways.
you smiled at his honesty, as you held back a giggle. you couldn't see his face in the dark, the candle in the lantern you had brought with you had burned down completely, but you had a feeling that he felt the same mix of awkwardness and simple happiness you did.
"will you do that again?" you asked, feeling brave now that he was unable to see your face in the darkness.
air escaped from his nostrils, as he stifled a laugh at your question. "i'm not sure" he said.
"okay"
the air between you was quiet and still and you turned around before you softly walked the path between both of your houses in the direction of the balcony you had climbed down a few hours ago.
the sound of his voice had you stop in your tracks.
"but if it some day comes over me, and maybe it will.." he paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
you listened to him attentively, as your heart fluttered at his implication. it was like you could almost see the colour of his eyes, even if he was standing a few meters across from you, his body standing out against the light of the lantern down the street.
he was standing, his body facing in your direction and simply knowing that he was looking at you made your tummy churn. was this what friendship was supposed to be? or was it something different? was this love? did love really feel like that or where you going crazy?
theo cleared his throat, as he raised his voice so you could hear him clearly over the distance between you "just... don't blame me"
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Idk if you do these kinds of things but I kinda wanna get this off my chest. 141 or whoever you chose with an actual ghost reader? Like they kinda haunt the base and leave little trinkets and notes. Uh little ghostie has taken a liking to them and vice versa. The boys like to sometimes leave little things they find for her to eventually move somewhere else either for a prank or a pick me up to show sheâs there. This is my first time ever doing a request so feel free to ignore if itâs too much
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My Little Note I'M SORRY BUT THE CREATIVITY. My god this ask ateeee. I will try my hardest to bring the vision to life, thank youuu for suggesting it!!
Warnings: open ending, slight swearing, unsure about continuation of the one-shot, gender neutral however i have not proof read ŕ¨ŕ§
Everybody knew the base was haunted, I mean with how many people had died, with how many souls that were lost - it was bound to happen. The ghosts pretty much kept to themselves, wanting to finally be at peace. So unless you were a real pain in the as, they left you alone.
The 141 thought it was all a myth, something to make soldier's feel better about being afraid of their past haunting them. That was until 'little ghostie' took a liking to them. At first it was just the taunting of the man who dared call himslef 'Ghost', he hadn't reached that stage yet and Ghostie thought he shouldn't foreshadow the loneliest part of the cycle of life.
Ghostie thought it was funny seeing these big, wise men pracically shit themselves at the creak of floorboard, especially since everybody else knew about the base and accepted the idea of it being haunted.
When the 141 finally accepted Ghostie was there to stay, they started noticing things, trinkets of sorts. For example, leaving a bar of soap on Johnny's pillow, him replying 'real funny Ghostie.' Eliciting a gentle giggle to be heard and echoed through Johnny's mind for the rest of the week.
Or when Ghostie left a little ghost plush for Simon in his regular seat in the meeting room. He smiled under his mask and stuffed it in his pocket. Later that night when Ghostie was doing rounds of the base, they noticed Simon fast asleep with the small teddy almost engulfed by his arm muscle.
Gaz was given a drawing of himself sitting next to an empty chair filled with small orbs. Gaz classed it as a masterpiece and not only did he hang it up but he had it framed and placed on a wall in their common room, not even caring about the design rules.
Price was the last to recieve any gift at all, some of the boys even had multiple before he recieved his first. He didn't care about all of that when he recieved his gift - a beautifully written cursive letter explaing to him who Ghostie really was and how happy they are now they have all met.
The letter included the fact that when a ghost finally reaches full contentness, they either pass over or come back from the land of the dead.
That was the last time they heard from 'little ghostie' for the past week, unsure of what they finally chose..
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