#but when she saw they were okay she would let them but watch them like a Hawk

[mrsdillonx]

IIIIII HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

dallas winston having to sneak out of reader’s room in the morning once he hears everyone (her family) waking up????

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - (𝐝.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

w.c. - 715

warnings - swearing and thats it

a/n - first imagine! i rlly hope u like it! also i hope you don’t mind but i sort of implied reader is a soc. but ty for the req!❤️

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the early morning light shone through your lace curtains, casting a glow on you and your boyfriends faces.

it stirred you awake, and as you blinked your eyes open you yawned and sat up, stretching. you heard rustling beside you, then as if on cue, two big muscular arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer and back down on the bed.

“mm.. stay.” you heard a gruff, raspy voice mumble. you turned to look at your boyfriend, bushing his dark hair back out of his face that was smooshed in the pillow.

you giggled softly and yawned, wrapping him in a hug, pulling his head to your chest. he tightened his grip on you, exhaling softly.

you both lay like that for a few good moments. but when you adjusted your head you got a decent glance at your alarm clock.

7:08 am.

shit.

“dallas, get up,” you spoke quickly, shoving him off, to which he protested. he was supposed to be gone by six. your parents wake you up for school way too soon.

“wha- what the fuck?” he grouched, sitting up. he faced you with an irritated look on his face to which you pointed to your alarm clock and he glanced over. his once tired eyes grew panicked.

“oh, shit.” he whispered and flung the covers off. he swung his legs over the side of the bed and climbed out, the squeak your bed made didn’t help your case. you winced and climbed out of bed just as he grabbed his discarded jeans and put them on. and just as he was buttoning them, you heard your mothers morning alarm go off.

“dallas, hurry!” you whisper shouted, scurrying over to the window and opening it and then tossing him his shirt. “i’m goin’, i’m goin’.” he muttered.

he pulled the dark shirt over his head, and then you heard your mothers bedroom door open. a million alarms went off in your head and you ran over to the door, leaning against it. if your mother caught a greaser, let a lot dallas winston in your bedroom, you both would be dead.

you watched as dallas got on his hands and knees, searching for his boots. “jesus fucking christ,” he muttered as he strained to grab the black boots he saw somehow under your bed. when he reached them he went to sit up but ended up smacking his head on your bed frame. “ouch! fuck!” he whisper shouted.

“shhh!” you hushed, scurrying over to him and holding the back of his head. “you gotta be quiet, dal, are you alright?” you spoke softly.

“i’m fine, toots.” he grumbled and stood, stepping into his boots. then another sound: footsteps.

shit, shit, shit.

you ran back over to the door, leaning against it in case your mother tried to come in. dallas grabbed his coat off the back of your chair in the corner and threw it on, patting down his pockets to make sure he had everything.

then there was a knock on your door. you and dallas froze and made eye contact with wide eyes.

“sweetheart, are you awake?” your mothers soft voice called.

“uh- uh uh, yeah. i am. i’m changing.” you spoke shakily, praying the anxiety in your voice wasn’t prominent.

“okay, darling. breakfast is almost ready.” she spoke softly and you both stayed still for a moment longer before they went silent.

your shoulders both relaxed and dallas chuckled, walking over to you. “it’s not funny!” you breathlessly laughed, swatting his chest. his hands came around your waist as he kissed your cheek.

“it’s just a tiny bit funny.” he smiled down at you. “you were supposed to be gone by six sharp, mister.” you spoke with a cheek grin and poked your finger into his chest.

“yeah, yeah,” he chuckled leaning down to kiss your lips. you smiled against the kiss and brought your hands up to rest on his chest. when he pulled away, he kissed your forehead once. “i’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.” he smiled and pulled away, waltzing over to your window and leaving out of sight.

you smiled at him, shaking your head. as the adrenaline slowly started to calm you walked over to your dresser and actually began to get dressed.

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[chvoswxtch]

☾ action- blurbs (request a director’s cut to make it spicy)

mob!bucky barnes having the hots for his boss’s daughter… oh no, whatever will the hoes do? her dad would kill him if he ever noticed him looking at his little girl (little girl as in just his daughter, not as in she’s actually still young, the boss is just old, so she’s probably relatively close to bucky’s age. anyhow, this is not an important detail, could be hot with an age gap too. okay, i’ll stop rambling) in the way that he does

what the hoes did is run wild with this (it's me i'm the hoes)

you planted this slutty seed in my brain, so pls enjoy the slutty vision it bloomed into <3

as a reminder, director's cut means it's spicy ! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

a bronx tale starring bucky barnes

“Don’t make a fucking sound.”

The edge of Bucky’s mouth was lifted in a faint snarl as he growled at you, forcefully gripping your hips and spinning you around to face the bathroom counter, pushing at your back to bend you over while kicking your legs apart with his foot.

This is what you wanted. It’s why you’d worn such a short skirt and a low cut top. Why you’d leaned over the kitchen island to enjoy a popsicle, taking your time to savor every lick. Why you’d untied the strings of your bikini top when you laid out on your stomach to enjoy the sunshine. All under the watchful eyes of your father’s right hand man, who was the object of all your fantasies, and hadn’t been paying you nearly enough attention lately.

You knew the second you disappeared upstairs, he’d be hot on your heels, and you smirked to yourself, shedding your panties on the way to the bathroom, leaving them on your bedroom floor like some kind of invitation. You knew he’d be riled up, pissed off from your taunting, and he’d make you pay for it.

But his attention would be on you.

A low groan left his lips along with a hiss of a curse when he pushed the short skirt up and saw how wet you were for him.

“Christ doll, you need it that bad?”

Sneaking a glance over your shoulder at him with a pout, you wiggled your hips a little, trying to press your ass against the huge tent in his pants.

“It’s been over a week, Buck. Been having to play with my toys.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened into storm clouds as he met your gaze in the mirror, gripping your hair and yanking your head back with his flesh hand while his metal one swiftly unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zipper.

“You know I hate it when you use those.”

“Well if you were here to fuck me, I wouldn’t have to.”

Bucky clenched his jaw. You were pissing him off on purpose, he knew it. You both knew it. And he hated that it was working. You always knew exactly what buttons to press. Without warning, he gripped your hips and snapped his own forward, and you let out a sharp cry and jolted forward as his thick cock became buried to the hilt inside you.

“Shut up.”

Bucky hissed in your ear, his flesh hand coming up to cover your mouth. He forced you to look at him in the mirror, and he didn’t give you a second to adjust before he began to fuck you over the counter with a feral intensity.

“Fucking brat. Your needy little cunt is gonna get me killed, you know that? Walking around here with your short skirts and your fuck me eyes. When daddy finds out what I’ve been doing to his little girl, he’s gonna fucking kill me.”

You tried to form words, but your brain had been reduced to mush, and the only thing coming out was incoherent moans and whines that were muffled by Bucky’s palms. It was selfish of you to put his entire life on the line just because you couldn’t get enough of him. But you and Bucky had gotten away with sneaking around for six months now.

There were severe consequences to the risk you were taking. But Bucky seemed to forget that your father was wrapped around your little finger.

And whatever you wanted, you always got.

[babydollslibrary]

KARMA— JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

published: February 13th, 2023

summary: in which y/n’s ex-best friend has been gossiping behind y/n’s back saying that Jack should be with her instead, so y/n shows that karma goes both ways.

specific lyrics: “you’re talking shit, for the hell of it. addicted to betrayal.” and “ask me what i learned from all those years. ask me what i earned from all those tears.” and “karma is my boyfriend, karma is a god, karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend, karma’s a relaxing thought”

warnings: toxic friendship mentions, light profanity

GIF by teex

“did you hear about what Carley said last week?” i hear as soon as i sit down in my seat at brunch.

“no.” i shake my head. “what did she say now?”

“she was out with her friends, and Nicole and Jesper were sat by her at the restaurant; overheard her saying that Jack should be with her instead of you. apparently she’s convinced that he’s only pitying you and she deserves him because she’s ‘richer, prettier, and has more followers’.” Ryleigh says. “what a bitch! i can’t believe you were ever friends with her.“

“karma is a bitch, it’ll get to her one day.” i shrug. “she wasn’t much different when we were friends. claimed i ‘stole’ Jack from her because ‘she saw him first’, but he and i had already been dating by the time she saw him. we just hadn’t been public yet.”

“but, you’re literally the sweetest person i’ve ever met. i’m just saying, i don’t understand how you could’ve been friends with her for so long.” Darya chimes in, setting her mimosa down in front of her.

“i was friends with her since we were ten, she’s always been this way. a lot of my tears were from her hand. she insisted she would do things in the name of friendship and ‘bettering me’, but eventually, i learned that she was just a horrible person and i should stop excusing her actions. as i said, karma will get to her eventually.” i explain as i scan the menu in front of me. i know how Carley is. it doesn’t exactly surprise me that she’s talking bad about me, she used to do it even while we were friends.

“well, karma isn’t coming fast enough. that girl needs to be humbled soon.” Ryleigh exclaims and Darya nods in agreement. before i can respond, the waiter comes to take our orders and the subject changes.

**

i’m sat in glass seats at a Devils home game, waiting for them to come out for warmups. i switch between glass seats and the WAGS box every few games. i like hanging out with the girls but, i love to see the smile on Jack’s face when the Devils score. especially when he scores and he gets to look over at me and see that i watched and that i’m cheering for him. it’s not too long before warmups start that someone sits at the end of my row, and i look over to see Carley and one of her friends. i choose to ignore her and the looks i know she’s giving me. i have a right to be here, and she’s allowed to come to a game if she wants, i don’t control that. it’s when the warmups start that i have a problem with her. i’m looking down at my phone, texting Ryleigh when Jack skates by, banging a hand on the glass in front of me to get my attention. i startle, jumping in my seat and dropping my phone, and he laughs.

“hi baby!” i immediately recognize the voice yelling down the row. i look over to see Carley staring straight at Jack as he skates past her. he turns around, skating backwards and giving her a weird look before looking at me with a ‘what the fuck?’ face. i shrug my shoulders. what possessed her to make her think that calling my boyfriend ‘baby’ is okay?

i let the comment roll off my back, it’s whatever. i know that Jack has tons of fans, he’s talented, he’s hot, he’s sweet, he’s a total package, i get it.

“score a goal for me tonight, babe!” i hear her call out. that’s when my problem starts. and my anger only increases after warmups, when i overhear her talking to her friend. “eventually, he’s gonna realize how much better he can do than y/n. and i’ll be there with open arms when he does.”

i remind myself to stay in my seat. i’ve turned a blind eye to her glares, i’ve let her gossiping fall on deaf ears instead of making a scene or causing drama, and i know it’ll be worth it in the end. i was raised to remember that karma is a powerful thing, and that it goes both ways. you do bad things, something will knock you down a peg. you do good things, you’ll have good luck. it’s common sense. but apparently she didn’t get the message.

**

“babe, come look at this!” Jack calls to me from our bed. it’s officially the off season and Jack and i have been at the Hughes lake house for the past couple days. it’s been nice being surrounded by his family and even a few of our friends.

“what’s up, love?” i ask, walking out of the closet where i was picking out a cover up to wear out on the boat. i slip the sundress i chose over my head and pull it down over my bikini.

“come see what Bratter just sent me.” i flop myself down on the bed next to him, laying on my side and cuddling into him, an arm wrapping around his torso. he tilts his phone screen towards me and i read the text that Jesper sent him.

—

From: Jesper Bratt

took Nicole out to lunch and she pointed out a girl that she said is obsessed with you. said her name was Carley. heard her talking to someone, saying you guys were destined to be together 😂 even heard her say that y/n isn’t good enough for you? does this girl have nothing better to do?

—

“she really just won’t stop, will she?” my question is rhetorical but Jack answers anyways.

“she’ll get the message soon enough. i don’t want her.” his words make me furrow my brows but i nod anyways. “you ready to head out?”

“yeah, let’s go.” we stand from the bed, making our way out of the bedroom and down the stairs, meeting the others in the living room before heading down to the dock and onto the boat. i sit and watch as all the guys take turns wakesurfing, choosing not to participate and instead enjoying the summer evening air.

“babe! babe, c’mere!” Jack calls from the back of the boat, where he’s currently wakesurfing. i stand, walking over and bending over the back of the boat so i can hear him.

“look at you, superstar!” i chime, grinning at him. he laughs and shakes his head.

“no, i wanted to say that i wanna take you on a walk around the lake when we get back.” i admire his smile for a few moments, just nodding in response and watching his face all lit up with joy. this man makes me so happy.

i keep myself rooted in that spot until he decides he’s done and gets back on the boat, letting Luke take his place. he looks at me with a wicked grin and i know exactly what he’s planning to do, but the boat is only so big and he catches me quite easily. pulling me to him, getting me wet with the cold water dripping from his hair and body. i shiver and let out a squeal; halfheartedly attempting to push him away. i feel my feet lift off the ground as Jack moves over to the bench seats, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap.

“now my cover up is all wet!” i feign a pout, but all he does is laugh, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.

“i’ll make it up to you. promise.” he squeezes me tighter to his chest and i shuffle down in order to lay my head on his chest, getting the side of my face wet in the process, but i don’t care. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” i smile, turning my head slightly to lay a kiss on his chest.

*

when we park back at the dock, Jack lets the guys know we’ll be back up to the house soon and pulls his hoodie over his head. he slings one arm around my shoulders, holding me to his side, and sticks his free hand in his hoodie pocket. we continue to walk along the lakeside in silence, just enjoying the last moments of sunset and the sounds of nature. i stop Jack a few times in order to point out pretty birds or various other beautiful nature moments. i let go of him once more, stepping closer to the water and letting him fall behind me.

“Jack, look at the way the sunset is reflecting off the lake! it’s gorgeous.” i turn to look back at him, checking to see i have his attention, but when i catch sight of him, one knee on the ground with a ring box opened in his hands and a watery smile on his face, my hands fly up to my mouth.

“y/n, i texted Quinn right after i met you, telling him i just met the love of my life. at the time, i thought maybe i was over exaggerating, but then i got to know you, and i knew i wasn’t. these past two and a half years with you have been the best of my life, and i was hoping you’ll choose to continue that. y/f/n, will you marry me?” his voice wavers, laced with emotion, and tears spring to my eyes.

“yes. god, yes! a million times yes!” i exclaim and he takes my hand, slipping the ring in my finger as he stands and i pull him into a kiss. my hands hold his face to mine and he grips my hips. pulling away, i wipe the tears from his cheeks and then mine. “i love you so much.”

“i love you so much more, pretty girl.”

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@itsmey/n summer nights 🤍

karma is so good to me

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@user1 THEY’RE ENGAGED?! THIS IS SO EXCITING

@_quinnhughes congrats guys! welcome to the family y/n

@itsmey/n thank you huggy!

@user2 OMG!

@jackhughes my forever girl ❤️💍

@itsmey/n so grateful for you

@trevorzegras congrats you two! happy for you guys!

@itsmey/n thank you, z! better clear some time from your summer golfing schedule next year!

[echo-riot]

Okay! Could you do a ambessa x reader who feels like they are extremely boring to be around! Maybe they don’t have any hobbies and just feel like their presence is overall boring to be around? Maybe a bit of insecurities on their part before ambessa tries to help them find their spark? Maybe painting or just your choice! :3

✞⛧ Finding Your Spark (Drabble and Headcanon) ✞⛧

Warnings: just Fluff and encouragement ahead!

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the blank notebook in your lap. It had been a gift from Ambessa, a subtle push toward finding something to occupy your time. But as you looked at the empty pages, your mind stayed just as blank.

“Bored?” Ambessa’s deep voice broke the silence, her towering frame leaning against the doorway. She studied you with her usual calm intensity, but her sharp eyes softened when she saw the frustration etched on your face.

You let out a long sigh, running a hand through your hair. “No. I’m just… boring.”

That got her attention. She stepped into the room, arms crossing over her chest as she raised an eyebrow. “Boring? What nonsense is this?”

“I don’t know, Ambessa,” you muttered, avoiding her gaze. “I feel like I don’t bring anything interesting to the table. I don’t have hobbies or talents. I just… exist. That can’t be fun for you.”

Ambessa knelt in front of you, resting her hands on your knees and forcing you to meet her gaze. Her expression was serious, but there was a glimmer of something warmer behind her golden eyes.

“First of all,” she said firmly, “you’re not boring. Don’t ever say that again.”

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip. “But—”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice unwavering. “You don’t have to be performing or accomplishing something every moment of the day to be worth my time. Your presence alone is enough.”

Her words made your chest tighten, and you looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “It just feels like… I don’t have anything to offer. I don’t even know what I like to do.”

Ambessa’s hands gave your knees a reassuring squeeze. “Then we’ll figure it out together,” she said simply.

The next day, Ambessa surprised you with a large canvas, a set of paints, and a confident grin.

“Painting?” you asked, tilting your head.

She shrugged. “Why not? If it’s terrible, we’ll burn it and pretend it never happened. But it’s worth a try.”

You laughed despite yourself, and with her encouragement, you dipped a brush into the vibrant colors and made the first hesitant stroke on the blank canvas.

✞⛧ At first, you were nervous, unsure of where to start or if it would even look good.

✞⛧ Ambessa stayed close, watching with quiet interest, offering occasional words of reassurance.

✞⛧ “Don’t overthink it,” she said. “Let the colors do the talking.”

✞⛧ Slowly, you started to lose yourself in the process, blending colors and experimenting with shapes.

✞⛧ Ambessa even joined in at one point, painting a bold red slash across the corner of the canvas. “It’s abstract,” she teased when you gave her a look.

✞⛧ By the end of the day, the canvas was a chaotic but beautiful mess of colors and patterns. You couldn’t stop staring at it, a small, proud smile tugging at your lips.

✞⛧ “See?” Ambessa said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You’re not boring. You just needed a little push.”

✞⛧ Ambessa made it a point to display your finished pieces in the house, no matter how messy or amateur they looked.

✞⛧ “These walls were too bare anyway,” she said when you protested.

✞⛧ She also made it clear that she loved spending time with you, no matter what you were doing.

✞⛧ “You could sit and do absolutely nothing, and I’d still be happy to have you by my side,” she told you one evening, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

[genderqueerdykes]

Why are people so hostile about transmasc musicians? Like who gives a fuck if that 16 year old who just came out has a ukulele. You want edgy transmasc music, make it yourself instead of defaulting to like. Default level transandrophobia

(not about you obviously, I just saw some posts that made me rather angry. Trans men and boys are judged to fucking hell and back if they ever attempt music)

no it pisses me the hell off too. it's partially that, but mostly the reason people are so shitty to transmasc musicians is because of very specific transfems who are passionate about music, who are musicians themselves, and have very, very low self esteem about what they create, so they default to saying "transfems are inherently better at music and transmascs suck at it they can never be good at it"

i lived w/ a bunch of trans punks for a while and most of them were transfem & musicians and they felt like that as well. it made me angry because. some of the transfem musicians who showed up were awesome, had so much creativity and cool concepts for unique music. some of the transfem musicians who showed up just flat out fucking sucked, too. it's not like transfems are all gifted musicians.

one of the transfems would show up with a bass and incorrectly play the lines for top 40s rock songs. she wouldn't practice or learn from other musicians. and she was trying to force a local gay bar to let her perform alongside the DJ, which they were not comfortable with because she didn't have a specific kind of permit or license, and she just kept showing up with her bass anyway. it was really upsetting to watch because there was no respect for the bar owners, she was very hostile towards them despite the fact that 1 person plucking away at a bass guitar who isn't hosting a concert is usually not the kind of music a gay bar generally plays

i also met some transfems who made absolutely awful electronic music. i met tons who were awesome with electronic music. a lot of songs i genuinely enjoyed because when i do listen to music, i like progressive, creative music. and there were tons of transfems there who were amazingly talented, and gifted. but that doesn't mean all transfems are better at making music and all transmascs suck at making music. it's really rude to keep doing this "girls rule, boys drool" stuff because it affects those musicians. it's not okay to be rude just because the music isn't to your taste.

[wagconts]

Challenge | Héctor Fort

summary :: where you participate in the 'guess the weight' video with your boyfriend.

warnings :: none...!

word count :: 1.363 words

notes :: video link here 🔗

I stood in front of the cameras, positioned next to Hector. The marketing team I worked with for the Barcelona squad had decided it would be a good idea to pair me and Hector for a video on the club's channel.

After all, according to them, Hector’s fans and Barcelona supporters were always rooting for a moment of us together on camera, especially if it involved something playful.

— Hi, I’m Hector Fort, and I’m here with my girlfriend to play ‘Guess the Weight' — he introduced the video.

The camera focused on me, so I waved and smiled.

— Today we’re making mac and cheese! So we’ve got pasta, cheese… — I introduced the ingredients. — …and some other stuff I’m a bit lost about.

Hector glanced at me, grinning. — Really? — he asked. I just nodded with a smile.

First up: 40 grams of butter.

— Do you think 40 grams is a lot? — I asked, trying to guess the weight just by holding the cup.

— Forty grams is forty grams! — he replied sarcastically.

— Seriously? — I shot back. — You don’t even know what 40 grams looks like.

I watched Hector, who seemed just as clueless as I was, as he cut a block of butter in half. Meanwhile, I confidently went to check the scale.

— Each line is 20, right? — he asked, joining me. The production team confirmed.

I placed my cup on the scale, and the needle moved to exactly two lines.

— Spot on, 40 grams! — I said with a triumphant smile.

— You’re joking! — he exclaimed. — How?

— I’m just good at everything. — I teased, winking at him. — Your turn!

— I think I’ve got less. — he said, placing his cup on the scale.

Sure enough, the scale read 36 grams. — It’s because I cut the butter. — he explained.

— It’s fine, Hector, it’s fine. — I teased, giving him three light taps on his arm before moving on to the next round.

Second round: 30 grams of flour.

I started scooping flour into my cup, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hector looking completely lost, holding the butter cup to compare weights.

— Are you crazy? — I asked, noticing the ridiculous amount of flour in his cup.

— Why, my love?

I didn’t say anything, just placed my cup next to his. The difference was glaringly obvious.

— No! No! No! I put in too much, didn’t I?

He started removing some flour, smiling nervously. When he weighed it, the scale read 20 grams.

— You’re terrible! — I said with a grin as he gave me a disappointed look.

— If you’re so good, let’s see yours.

I placed my cup on the scale, and it also read 20 grams.

— You’re just as bad as me, cariño!

— You somehow manage to be worse, trust me. — I said with a mischievous smile.

He quickly changed the subject, focusing on the tie for that round.

Third round: 400 ml of milk.

— This one’s going to be tough for me. — I whispered.

— It’s still easy for me.— he replied confidently.

I held the pasta container to get a sense of weight, and Hector decided to tease me back.

— Looking lost, cariño, or am I wrong?

— You’re definitely wrong. The problem is this is heavy, so it’s tricky.

— I’ll give you the honor of going first.

I ended up with a surprisingly low number—200 ml. I quickly removed my cup, trying to keep Hector from seeing the result, and added more milk.

— Hey, stop that! — he protested. — She did 200!

— 200? — someone from production asked for confirmation.

— Yes!

With a victorious grin, he stuck out his tongue at me and started measuring his own.

— That’s not 400! — I said.

— But it’s 370! — he said, his grin growing wider.

— Okay, let’s see. — I placed my cup back on the scale.

— No! You already measured.

I waited, and the scale remained at 370. This led to more teasing from him about how I couldn’t even beat him when I was “cheating.”

— This round is mine!

Next up: 150 grams of cheddar cheese.

— Is 150 a lot or a little? — It was his turn to ask a “silly” question.

— I have no idea! — I said as I placed a spoonful of cheese in my cup.

— Well, I think this is it! — he said, lifting his cup confidently.

How could he? He barely added three spoonfuls of cheese before going straight to the scale. I didn’t say anything and let him proceed.

— You’ve got to be kidding me! — he exclaimed.

I glanced at the scale and understood his shock.

— I got 50! — he said, making me laugh uncontrollably. — Stop laughing.

— That was ridiculous!

— Let’s see you, then!

I smiled confidently as I placed my cup on the scale. It didn’t reach 150 grams, barely 100. Had I really done worse than Hector?

— I got 40, cariño! — I said with a disappointed smile, as he celebrated next to me.

— Alright, point to Hector! — I said, pretending to be upset.

Next up: 180 grams of Parmesan cheese.

I watched as Hector poured the Parmesan straight from the container into his cup. — Use a spoon, Hector!

— I don’t need one! This time, I’ll be spot on.

— Alright, then! — I said, smiling slightly.

When I was done, I set the container aside and checked the scale. The result wasn’t as expected. I had exactly 100 grams.

— No! No! — I ran my hands through my hair.

— Nice try, cariño!

— You probably got the same amount. — I said, eyeing his cup, which looked about the same.

It was close, but not quite a tie—he had 95 grams.

— Let’s call it 100 for both. — he suggested.

— No! You got 95! — I pointed to the scale’s line.

— Trying to cheat?

Despite Hector’s attempts to claim a tie, he failed. This round was mine.

Final round: 150 grams of pasta.

This was probably the easiest round to measure. We simply poured the pasta into our cups, waiting for each other to finish.

Hector went first and ended up with 200 grams. — Ole… 200! — I booed him.

— She won… she put less than me. — he said grudgingly.

I held my cup close to my face as if sniffing it.

— Can you smell that? The scent of victory.

— In the last round, we tied, but you cheated. That was dirty! — he tried to argue.

— Can you smell the victory? — I teased, ignoring him and pointing the cup toward him.

— No! No! You cheated! — he insisted. — Come on, put the cup on the scale.

Victory was certain, 150 grams of pasta, just as required.

— I’m the winner, right?

— We need to recount the scores.

— I guessed two right, and you guessed one. The rest were basically ties! — I told him.

— I don’t remember that. — he said, pouting like a child.

Final score: Hector Fort 3 vs. (your full name) 4.

— They’ll recount, and you’ll see this win wasn’t fair.

— We’ll see, Hector. We’ll see!

After a few more protests from him, we stood in front of the camera again as he closed out the video.

— CUT!

The production team called out, turning off the cameras.

— It was nice competing with you, but winning was even better!

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before heading back to work.

— Stop your teasing, it was all rigged! — he called out loud enough for me to hear.

[ajortga]

would u write hcs?? bc i would love to read a gf! wednesday addams hc where she has a gf (reader) who is shorter than her (idk how that would be possible but......)

i've never really done headcanons b4 but i'll try!!

wednesday addam's headcanons (with a very short y/n

-wednesday was exactly 5 foot 1.25. compared to the other students at nevermore, she was a dwarf.

-but you? you were a fetus compared to the other students! wednesday would've never guessed that there would be somebody older, and shorter than her at nevermore. or did she think that person would be her girlfriend.

-she'd glare daggers at anyone who would have an argument with you and bring up your height as a point. it wasn't the most romantic, taking into consideration that when she stood beside you to defend you, your nemesis would be looking at a girl barely taller than you.

-you couldn't reach a book on the bookcase, wednesday had to physically carry you on her shoulders so you could reach it.

-forced thing to install a built in stair case so you could reach kitchen cabinets

-the one time you both went to a theme park together, wednesday purposely bought you very tall platforms so she could force you to ride every rollercoaster with her. unfortunately you were too short without them to even get on an adult ride.

-is the big spoon when cuddling, it's not physically possible for you to even wrap your full body around her when sleeping.

-not the type to get scared but will freak out if you're carrying something heavy. wednesday believes that if you carry more then 4 pounds, you'll be dragged with it.

-when walking on the sidewalk, she'll be on the side nearest the passing cars and will have her arm around your tiny shoulder to keep you with her.

-sometimes stiches you black and white cardigans, will use herself as a size measurement. when you tried it on, let's just say it looked a little big on you..

-"how is that even possible?!" wednesday exclaims, watching you look completely swallowed in a blanket, having atleast a foot be dragged against your dorm's floor.

-asked her mother to buy a chair with taller legs so that whenever you visited, you wouldn't feel shorter at the dining table<3

-though she won't admit it, she loves that you're shorter than her!

-she gets to give you forehead kisses whenever, absolutely LOVES it when she can ruffle your hair so easily.

-dont get her started on how you're always clinging onto her like she's your knight and shining armor

-she's not a person to show much emotions, but gosh help her, she looked the most shocked you had seen her when she saw you outrunning every single person in your class. it was a little hot to be honest.

-has a stool in her dorm.. i wonder why.

-she feels like you're a fragile item to her, keeps asking you if you're okay at random times.

-whenever it's windy, wednesday wears her long coat so she can stuff you under there. no kidding.

-speaking of that, she had started doing that when she first saw you get FUCKING BLOWN AWAY FROM A STRONG GUST OF WIND.

-she has to hide a smile whenever you're too short to grab something and she has to grab it for you. (although she's not that much taller than you)

-stranded bianca in the middle of a river for the second time when she talked about how short you were. (bianca never talked about your height again.)

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Hi!! Wondering if you can do when thanos is fucking shy reader and then reader starts crying during the FUCKING, after that make thanos cum on readers face and he just goes to his own bed like nothing happened BTW LOVE YOUR STORY'S + HCS!!🤗 *IM SORRY IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND KMS*

Crybaby

Thanos x reader [SMUT]

Masterlist

You stood in the noisy room, looking for team members. You were turned around talking to someone else trying to convince them to let you join but, they didn’t want you. Said you looked too weak and they didn’t know what game they were going to play.

“Hey, excuse me?” A voice came from behind you accompanied with a tap on your shoulder. You turned and saw a purple hair guy. “Join my team”, he said confidently. You were too shy to ask questions. Already having to step out of your comfort zone to talk to other people. You nodded,

“Yes.” He eyed you a cocky grin plastered on his face. You guys all sat together. You, Purple haired guy, a longer black haired guy, another quiet guy, and a girl with piercings. You stayed with the purple haired guy.

“So, shy one, what’s your name?” He turned to you, practically jumping around in his skin.

“Uhh, my name is (y/n)(l/n)” you say quietly, turning red from embarrassment for no reason.

“My name is Thanos, welcome to the Thanos world” he made a gesture. You gave a simple half smile and turned to watch as the games began.

“Guys, what are we each good at?” The girl spoke. “We have to plan.” She said with resolve.you sat quietly, hoping you’d just get put to do a game, and not have to speak, but all eyes settled on you,

“I was always really good at Gong-Gi” you voice quietly. They nodded with consideration, planning how the rest of the games would go.

Your teams turn was up. Long haired boy went first, Ddajki. Quit guy went second, flying stone. Your turn, you focused and went as fast as you could at Gong Gi, not messing up or missing a single beat; the purple haired guy shaking you with excitement. Pierced girl went next, spinning top, and finally, Thanos. Scoring a fantastic 5 in a row a Jequi.

You were uncuffed, and let back into the common room. Sitting with your new group as they spoke loudly. You sat farther away, leaning against the beds, watching other players filter in. They all went around saying their names. Min- Su, Nam Guy, Thanos, and Se Mi.

As the rest of the players came in, you were passed food. You sat back were you were too shy to even look at anyone.

Time skip:

You laid quietly in bed by Thanos. He unashamedly, pulled his cock out. Beginning to stroke himself. He noticed your eyes watching him.

“Psst, hey.” He whispered to you. You blushed a red shade of red, thankfully, not visible.

“H-h-hey” you whispered back.

“”Since you’re staring want to help?” He asked. You stayed silence, to afraid to say anything. You slowly nodded, he got up and walked to your bed. “Pull your pants down”

“O-o-okay” you obeyed, pulling your sweats down far enough so he could get inside of you. “O-oh god, that feels good.” You half moan. Your embarrassment at your compromised position racking your brain. Thanos thrusted inside of you. Pushing and pulling out quickly.

“Oh, you like this? Huh?” He teased. You nodded. “God, you should see yourself” you couldn’t tell if he was making fun of you or complimenting you. Either way, it made him laugh. Your eyes prickling with tears, you couldn’t believe it. You were about to cry. No, scratch that, you were crying. Crying as you were getting dicked down by a guy you just men.

You moaned quietly as you cried, your sniffles reaching his ears through his low grunts.

“Are you crying?” He asked, seeing the shiny tears roll down your face. “Oh god, I’m going to cum, that’s making me cum” he pulls out quickly. Jerking himself off onto your face, his body convulsing slightly with each stroke as he did. “Ah, well thanks for letting me borrow you” he said, and retreated back to him bed. Almost as if he hadn’t just fucked you. You felt ashamed, determined to find a new team tomorrow as you cried yourself to sleep.

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@nakiio5775 @christinamadsen @sebbymybaby21 @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[yyaktayak]

Chapter 5📌

tags : @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account

Kimaya's POV

The days felt endless now that Jey was on tour. It had only been a week, but each day seemed like it stretched into infinity. I tried to keep myself busy—catching up with friends, working on personal projects, going out for coffee with Kaveri, anything to keep my mind off the fact that Jey was thousands of miles away. But no matter how much I tried, it was always there. The distance between us, the quiet hum of his absence that clung to every moment.

Every time my phone buzzed, I'd jump, hoping it was him. And most of the time, it was. His messages would come in bursts, often late at night his time, a few words here and there about how the tour was going and how much he missed me. But the replies were becoming less frequent. The silence felt heavier. I told myself it was just the tour schedule—he was busy, I was busy. We'd talked about this before. We had *space* to figure things out.

Still, it didn't help that every time I saw a new post of his on Instagram or a clip from the tour, my stomach would churn. Especially when I saw him sharing a moment with Rhea, his tour mate. They had this chemistry that I couldn't deny. Whether it was on stage, joking around, or even during interviews, the way they interacted felt like more than just friendship. And the jealousy? Yeah, I felt it. Hard.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him. I did ..trust him—at least, I thought I did. But the more I watched them together, the more I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was something more there that I wasn't seeing. Maybe it was my insecurity, maybe it was the distance, or maybe it was the way she looked at him sometimes—like she *knew* something I didn't.

One evening, as I scrolled mindlessly through my feed, my eyes landed on Jey's latest story. It was a clip from the tour—Jey and Rhea laughing together backstage, her hand playfully ruffling his hair. She leaned in, whispering something into his ear, and the way he looked at her... my chest tightened. The caption read:

uceyjucey has posted a story!

"Behind the scenes with Rhea—couldn't ask for a better tour mate. Big things ahead."

I felt a sharp pang of something I couldn't quite identify—envy, maybe. Or jealousy. But I didn't like the feeling. My thumb hovered over the screen, and for a moment, I considered responding—maybe I could leave a sarcastic comment, something playful to remind him of me. But I stopped myself. I didn't want to seem petty, but god, it was hard not to.

I stared at the post for a few more seconds before I locked my phone, setting it down beside me. Kaveri, who'd been watching me silently, finally broke the silence.

"You okay?" she asked, her tone lighter than usual but with a knowing edge.

"mm," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just... thinking."

"About Josh?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

I nodded. "and emo ." My voice was small. "It's probably nothing, but... I don't know, I just—"

"You're jealous?" Kaveri finished for me, raising an eyebrow.

I felt my cheeks heat up. "It sounds dumb , doesn't it?"

Kaveri shook her head. "No. It doesn't. But you gotta stop second-guessing everything. You and Jey are together, right?"

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "We are. But it's hard when he's halfway across the world, and I'm stuck here just... waiting. I don't know. I guess I thought it would feel different by now. Like, he said I was his, but then there's all this—" I motioned to my phone, the feeling of uncertainty still gnawing at me.

"Ra," Kaveri interrupted, her voice firm. You and Jey are together. Don't let this tour drama mess with your head. If anything, you should be proud. You know he's serious about you. And Rhea?" She shook her head. "She's just another part of the tour. Don't make her into something more than she is."

I wanted to believe her. I really did. But the jealousy still lingered in the pit of my stomach, a reminder that no matter how much I trusted Jey, I couldn't control everything. And what if this tour, this distance, was just making me paranoid?

I tried to shake it off, but the rest of the evening was spent in a haze of insecurity.

That night, I decided to reach out to Jey. I didn't want to let this fester—whatever this feeling was. I didn't want to start doubting us over something that might just be in my head. I grabbed my phone and started typing.

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MyRa 💕: "Hey... just saw your story with Rhea. You two look pretty cozy. Everything good?"

---

I stared at the message, my heart thumping in my chest. As soon as I hit send, I regretted it. Was I being dramatic? Was I overthinking?

The three little bubbles popped up almost immediately, and when his reply came, I couldn't help but hold my breath.

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My🩵: mama, I swear to you, there's nothing there. Rhea ok, but she's just a friend. Don't overthink it, okay? I'm not messing around with anyone else. You're the one I'm focused on. I promise."

---

I exhaled, feeling a wave of relief, but the gnawing feeling of jealousy didn't completely go away. I wasn't stupid—I knew Jey was busy, and I knew his relationship with Rhea was probably nothing more than tour camaraderie. But it didn't stop the pit in my stomach from growing when I thought about him spending so much time with her while I was here, unsure of where we stood.

---

A few days later, I was on my way to the kitchen when my phone buzzed again. I didn't even have to look at the screen to know it was Jey. I picked it up immediately.

"Hey, Babe," I said, trying to sound casual, but the tension was still there.

"I miss you," Jey's voice came through the line, low and serious. "How are you doing?"

I bit my lip, resisting the urge to tell him I was feeling a little lost. "I'm okay. Just... a lot on my mind. How's the tour going?"

"It's going great, but I can't wait to come home," he said, his voice growing softer. "Listen, I know it's tough, but I'm serious about us. Rhea's just... there's nothing there. Don't let her mess with your head, Kimaya. I'm not going anywhere."

My heart swelled at his words, and I smiled despite myself. "I know," I said quietly. "I just miss you."

"I miss you too," he replied. "And when I get back, I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."

I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. It wasn't easy, this distance. But I had to trust him. I *did* trust him. And I wasn't about to let a moment of jealousy tear us apart.

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A/N: Sometimes the distance can make everything feel a little more complicated. It's easy to get lost in our insecurities, especially when the person we care about is so far away. But trust, communication, and a little patience go a long way. How do you handle it when jealousy creeps in? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

[sccrim]

warnings ( praising , masturbation , oral male , cum on face , spitting , face fucking )

you watch porn for the first time to get a clear view to make him feel good but you got caught.

sum light c:

you nervously cussed at yourself, realizing itachi wanted to have sex with you tonight. you had been with him for about six months now. of course you wanted to fuck him but you were a virgin. you never saw yourself losing it to random ass people but then itachi walked into your life and you’re in a different perspective.

you place yourself on the edge of your bed contemplating if you should do what you were thinking. you sighed and grabbed your laptop. biting your nails before typing your password in. "how bad can this be." you questioned. you searched pornhub. you scrolled to see different titles. none really caught your interest. it wasn’t that you were looking for a specific one but then again— you kinda were. you decide to type—

how to make a guy feel good.

you weren’t so sure if it would help but how did you know? you were new to this. the video began playing and you saw a woman telling the 'fans' to pay close attention. and if you wanted your man to cum so good that video was right for you. you laughed at yourself with this stupidity. was it really worth it or you would just wing it?

even though you thought it was dumb your eye still focusing on how she was sucking some random dudes dick. you couldn’t help it, you really wanted itachi to have a good time. you saw the woman grab the guys cock and started pumping it. her telling you to pump half and put your mouth on the tip.

you couldn’t lie. you were getting turned on. you now just imagining how itachi would feel and you seeing him in his vulnerable state. you placed your legs up and put your laptop to the side. you could feel yourself wet already. you could hear the guy moaning which turned you on even more. you started rubbing your cilt. before you let out a third moan itachi walked in.

your hand lifted up so fast. "babe?" he questioned. holy fuck. "itachi!?" you yelled. "i thought you weren’t coming until another hour?" you asked him. your face burning up. "yeah but sasuke wanted me to drop him off somewhere to i figured to just come over right now." he looked at your laptop which was still having the video playing. "were you watching porn?"

"no?—yes.." you couldn’t lie. the truth was right there. "this is so embarrassing—" itachi softly laughed. "it’s normal. i even watch it." maybe that made you feel a bit better but not so much. "ugh. i just wanted to know how to make you feel good for when we y'know— but then it started turning me on." you buried your face into your pillow.

"y/n.. whatever you do would make me feel good. i know you wanted to take it slow and i’m coo' with that. we have to tell each other what we like and don’t like."

"still. those girls who did it probably will be better than me." you laughed the pain away. "babe. everyone has to start somewhere and i promise you won’t be bad."

"c'here." you sat on his lap as he rubbing your back. "i love you y'know that." you nodded as he kissed your neck. "i love you so much." he murmured while leaving other kisses going down to your breast. "mhm." it was slowly turning you on. "were you thinking about me?" you can feel him smirk while sucking on your breast. "yes." you whispered. this was it. go for it.

"fuck. i missed you."

"teach me itachi." you looked into his eyes. "you sure?" he kissed your lip. "yes." you ran your hands through his hair. "get on your knees for me pretty." you bit your lip and go on them. you were nervous but you wanted it. you wanted him so fucking bad. "we can always stop okay." you nodded watching him take his shorts off.

you saw his length hit his stomach. shit. you looked up at him. "spit on it baby." he soft spoke. one thing about itachi is he’ll talk you through it. itachi tapped his pink tip on your lips. "go slow first okay and then grab your hand and jerk me off. just go slow for me baby." you opened your mouth making an O shape. you felt itachis body relax.

"fuck." itachi moaned. your head going back and forth slowly. you could feel him want to face fuck you but was nervous to do so. "use my mouth itachi." you spit on his dick more. "you sure?" you nodded remembering the woman say to let them face fuck you for a bit so you know how deep they like it. "let me know okay?"

itachi lightly gripped your hair and slowly started fucking your mouth. you could get the wetness coming in and out. you could hear itachi moaning. his hand making your head go back and forth while he— himself moved forward. this time he goes faster. you choking on his cock turned him on. his pretty little doll getting face fucked.

"baby." he murmured.

"your mouth feels so good on my dick. holy fuck."

you placed your palm under his balls causing him to moan. "yeah, play with em." he took a deep breath out. you started to but he took his dick out and started jerking himself off. "suck em. please." itachi begging? you were turned on. you mouth on his balls now. you can sense itachi coming to his high. he started jerking off faster and his moans getting out by the second. "ima cum pretty."

"cum all over my face." you smiled looking up at itachi. your mouth covered in your salvia and his pre-cum. "cum on my face baby." you smiled. and with that itachi came all over your face. "clean it for me?" he questioned. you grabbed his dick and licked off the rest of his come.

"you’re so pretty with my cum on you."

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[tadc-and-md-sideblog]

"With No One Left For Me"

first Murder Drones fic let's goooo BASED ON THE SCENE AFTER UZI TRIED TO SAVE N AND SACRIFICE HERSELF AND FOR A FEW MINUTES N PROBABLY WOULD'VE THOUGHT THAT HE JUST LOST LITERALLY EVERYONE :( happy ending tho obvs

AO3 version

“Hey. Thanks for, like, everything.”

The way she’d smiled so sadly at him.

“UZI, DON’T YOU DARE!” N had shouted, immediately understanding what she was going to do.

She’d done it anyway. He shouldn’t have been surprised. Uzi had always been a rebel, but that knowledge hadn’t made this particular instance hurt any less.

The image of her leaping over the massive pit, throwing the keys to the spaceship at him, flashing one last symbol across her visor— “DIE MAD” — before using her Solver to push him far away from the pit, straight out the door of the cathedral… was stuck behind his eyes.

Still lying flat on his back across the stone stairs outside, N stared up at the clouded sky in a hollow state of shock.

She’d always been a rebel.

Even in… death.

He shook his head and sat up, fighting to control his breathing. This couldn’t be the end. He couldn’t just believe that.

Because if he did… that would be it. He’d be alone. Completely.

V was gone. Even if he no longer had feelings for her, she was still his childhood best friend and he would’ve always cared deeply for her. But she was gone. Taken down by the Sentinels, like so many of the other Disassembly Drones.

He’d thought he had Tessa again, the closest thing he had to a mother figure. He’d made the hard choice to kill her when she’d gone too far in threatening and hurting Uzi. The Tessa he remembered would’ve never done that.

Except that hadn’t even been Tessa. Just her corpse, being puppeteered by someone that he’d once seen as a little sister. Someone who was now not at all his sister; someone who was now out to kill them all, just because she could.

And then there was Uzi.

The feelings that stirred whenever he’d been with her over the last couple weeks were familiar but strange, yet he’d embraced them. He didn’t know when it started. He just knew that being with her made things easier. Fun, even, in the midst of the horror world they’d been living in. Being with her brought an easy smile to his face. Watching her storm around in all her over-the-top edginess, only to soften and light up whenever she saw him, warmed him on the inside.

Everything had been scary and confusing, especially when “Tessa” had tried to tell him that they would have to kill Uzi, to protect the rest of the planet from her Solver virus. That had stirred a fear that he hadn’t been ready for. The fear of losing her in all this mess.

He'd refused to hurt her. He just couldn’t. She was too special to him. Too precious. There had to be a way to cure her.

But here they were. She’d saved him and sacrificed herself. For all he knew, she was gone. And he was alone.

Very. Very. Alone.

N stood up, wobbling a little on his feet, panting. He studied the open doors again, then gritted his teeth and extended his wings. With a quick burst of determination, desperation, vain hope, whatever it was, he started to launch himself back inside to find her—

Then everything exploded.

N didn’t know how else to describe what happened. Light split the floor all around him, and before he’d gotten a chance to process that, he was thrown far, far, far up into the sky with a surprised shriek as the air filled with a huge BOOM that quickly quieted the higher he got.

His sensors went offline for a few minutes, but when he’d regained awareness, he was floating in space. Surrounded by floating rocks. Enormous pieces of Copper 9 were hovering in a broken sphere around the exposed core.

Oh. The core had exploded again.

Just like Earth. Just like the other exoplanets.

Okay, then.

Still determined, still refusing to give up hope, N spread his wings again and started trying to swim his way through the space void. He would search through every bit of the floating wreckage if it meant finding Uzi again.

As far as he knew, she was the only one left that could possibly still be alive.

Fortunately, he came across “Tessa” and J’s spaceship first. Quickly he climbed inside, then let his programming take over as he started up the ship with the keys Uzi had tossed at him. She’d meant for him to use them to get away, definitely, but he would not leave without her.

As he expertly navigated the ship through the drifting wreckage, N kept a careful eye on the screens displaying what was around the outside the ship. Searching desperately for any glimpse of purple, or a Solver symbol that wasn’t yellow, anything.

Please still be here. Please still be alive. Please don’t leave me.

I need you.

Then, like a reply from the heavens, he saw her, and a huge smile spread across his face. She was sitting on a rock up ahead. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but she was alive; it was definitely her. He’d found her.

She was okay.

Everything else switched to tunnel vision as he excitedly sped up the ship, trying to catch up to her. The ship wouldn’t be able to slow down easily with the lack of air friction out here in space, so his best bet would be to just fly the ship straight into her. He could pull her inside afterwards. He knew she would be fine.

Uzi freaked out and threw a wrench at him initially, exclaiming that her mom had been back there, but when he apologized in a panic and started scrambling to turn the ship around, she simply stomped closer and threw her arms around him, burying her face against his shoulder.

“You were supposed to get away,” she mumbled, almost in a pout, hugging him tighter. Her expression was out of sight, and he figured that was how she wanted it to be.

“Yeah—” N frowned for a moment, not genuinely angry, but still rattled from earlier. “I’m kind of, like, actually mad about what you did,” he informed her, crossing his arms. “But, we can talk lateeEEERRRR!”

His words were interrupted by a mad scramble to navigate the ship through more wreckage and debris without crashing, but the sentiment stood. Those minutes of being alone, thinking he could’ve been alone for the rest of his life, had been legitimately terrifying and painful.

But he’d never been so glad to have been wrong. Uzi was alive, and she was here with him. His life had been a terrifying spiral, especially in the past couple weeks as the truth about everything had slowly unfolded. He didn’t know what lay ahead, with Cyn trying to destroy everything. But he hadn’t lost everyone.

Uzi was the most precious person to him in his life. She was all he had left, but despite it all, she was more than enough.

Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together. Just like always.

[writer-with-jazz]

I saw that requests were open how about a Poly Marauders x reader one where reader is the Slytherin Skittles hufflepuff friend that there really protective of but the Marauders have a crush on her so every time one of them comes to flirt with her a skittle walks by and is just like “ no not happening come on” and tug her away. I just think it would be funny to see like Pandora and James bickering because she won’t let him into the slytherin common room to flirt with reader.

okay I might or might not have postponed writing the part two to bad nights just to write this fic before- it was such a bloody good idea!!!! Thank you sm for requesting hun, this was so fun to write, i did spend four hours writing this I hope it fulfills

Duck goose chase.

James had been trying to sneak past the portraits in the hallway for the past ten minutes, his eyes locked on the Slytherin common room entrance just ahead. His usual confidence was somewhat dampened by the fact that Pandora, was standing guard like a lioness.

"Come on, Pandora, you know I just want to talk to her," James said, trying to charm his way through.

Pandora crossed her arms tightly over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him. "Not happening, Potter. You’ll have to find a different way to flirt with her."

James grinned, leaning casually against the wall. "You know, I don’t think ‘flirting’ is the right word. I’m just talking to her."

"Flirting, talking—same difference," Pandora retorted, tapping her foot. "You're not coming in."

He glanced toward the entrance to the Slytherin common room, where he knew Y/N would be waiting for him, hoping he’d be able to slip past Pandora’s watchful gaze. James had gotten pretty used to the way Pandora was when it came to her friends. And when it came to Y/N, well, Pandora was relentless.

"Come on, you know I’m not a threat to her," James tried again, his voice light but his patience wearing thin. "I just want to see her for a bit. You can stay and supervise if you want, I don't mind."

Pandora raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh, sure. And what’s your plan when you get in there? Sweet talk her into giving you all her attention while you ignore the rest of us? No, James. Not happening."

James had to admit, she had a point. Every time he spent time with Y/N, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, but he never meant to make anyone feel left out. He wasn’t about to start a fight with Pandora, though—he knew better than to challenge someone who could take him on in a duel and still look calm.

"So, what’s the big deal, huh?" he asked with a shrug. "What are you so worried about?"

Pandora gave him a pointed look, her lips pursed. "I’m not worried about Y/N. I’m worried about you—getting distracted by all the pretty girls in the room, then forgetting about her entirely. Or worse, not respecting her boundaries. I know how you work, Potter."

James held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I get it. I’m not here to mess things up, I promise. Just wanna see her for a minute."

Pandora seemed to soften just slightly but didn’t move. "I’ll give you one minute," she said, her tone firm but not as harsh. "One. And if I think you're taking advantage of her, I’m pulling you out by your ear."

James held back a laugh at the sheer intensity in her voice. "Deal. But don’t go easy on me—let me in!"

Pandora hesitated for a moment, clearly considering her options. Finally, with a huff, she stepped aside and waved her hand toward the entrance. "Fine. But you better not break her heart, Potter."

"I never do," James said with a wink as he passed her, grinning to himself. He was about to reach the entrance when Pandora’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

"One minute, Potter," she called after him. "I mean it."

James chuckled, flashing her a quick thumbs up. "One minute. I promise."

He stepped into the common room, and as the door shut behind him, Pandora stood there, her arms still crossed, waiting.

Inside, Y/N was waiting for him. She was sitting on one of the plush armchairs, an amused smile playing on her lips as she watched James enter.

"James Potter, sneaking into the Slytherin common room?" she teased, her green eyes sparkling. "What happened to the rules?"

James flopped down next to her with a dramatic sigh. "Pandora happened. But don't worry, I’ve got one minute before she comes charging in like a storm cloud."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation. "You’re lucky she even let you in. She’s a tough one to get past."

"I know," James said, grinning as he leaned in closer. "But I’m tougher."

"Not tougher than Pandora," Y/N replied, her voice teasing, though there was something softer in her eyes. "She looks out for me, you know. I’m glad she does."

James couldn’t help but admire the way Y/N always stood up for herself, even when it came to her protective friends. It was part of what made her so damn captivating.

"She’s a good friend," James said, his voice sincere. "I get it. But I can hold my own, too."

Y/N smiled at him, but just as the warmth spread across her face, they both heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps—Pandora’s.

"Alright, your minute’s up," Pandora called from the door, looking decidedly unimpressed. "I’m not getting into trouble for you, Potter. So, out."

James gave Y/N a playful wink. "Guess that’s my cue to go. I’ll see you later?"

"Of course," Y/N said, her smile bright. "Don’t make Pandora chase you next time."

As James stood to leave, he exchanged a brief, almost apologetic glance with Pandora, who was still watching like a hawk

He chuckled, leaning toward Pandora as he passed her. “Next time, I’ll bring a gift. Maybe that’ll win you over."

Pandora simply raised an eyebrow. “Not happening, Potter.”

——

The stands were buzzing with excitement as Gryffindor and Slytherin’s Quidditch teams faced off. You were with your Slytherin friendsPandora, Dorcas, and Regulus—cheering loudly for the Slytherin team. You’d always enjoyed Quidditch, though you preferred to watch from the safety of the stands. But today was especially tense, with the Marauders making it impossible to look anywhere else but the field.

James Potter was also playing and you couldn’t help but notice him as he flew, winking and blowing kisses to the crowd. He glanced over at you, his signature grin plastered on his face. He pointed directly at you and mouthed, “Catch me if you can,

before zipping off again, nearly colliding with a Chaser.

Your friends, however, noticed James’ flirts immediately. Pandora leaned in and muttered, “Not again… I swear, if he keeps this up, I’m going to hex him into next week.”

“Relax, Pandora,” you chuckled, adjusting your scarf, but you could feel the heat in your cheeks. “He’s just being James.”

But before Pandora could respond, Regulus was already standing, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as he spotted James flying near the stands. 

“Does he ever stop?” Regulus muttered under his breath, eyes locked on James, clearly unimpressed. “He’s making a spectacle of himself.”

Sirius, who was playing Beater, caught sight of you. As he swung his bat to hit a Bludger, he looked over and winked directly at you, making it obvious he was aware you were watching.

“Are they always this blatant?” Dorcas asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. "This is ridiculous."

Before you could reply, Pandora jumped to her feet, her voice sharp as she looked over her shoulder at the Marauders. “Alright, that’s it. You two are waytoo much.”

“Pandora, calm down,” you said, but it was too late. She was already waving her arms toward James and Sirius, sending them both a pointed glare. “Focus on the game, boys!”

“Hey!” James called out from mid-air, throwing you a wink that made your heart race. “I’m trying to win this for you, (Y/N)!”

Regulus, clearly fed up, stood beside you, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, (Y/N), they’ll be gone in a second. Let’s move away before they get any more ideas.”

Pandora grabbed your arm, gently pulling you away. “You deserve better than their theatrics anyway.”

As you moved farther from the field, you glanced over your shoulder to see James and Sirius both frowning, realizing they wouldn’t get the attention they were hoping for. You couldn't help but smile a little, even as your friends steered you toward a quieter spot.

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You were sitting in the library, surrounded by piles of books and parchment. It was a rare moment of peace, and you needed it for your Herbology essay. But peace in the library had a tendency to get interrupted, especially when Sirius Black was involved.

You felt a shadow fall over your desk and looked up to see Remus standing there with that signature smirk. “I was wondering when you’d show up in here, (Y/N),” he said, casually dropping into the seat next to you without waiting for an invitation. “I could help you with that essay, if you want. I’m excellent at… writing."

You blinked up at him, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m good for now, Remus,” you replied, trying to focus on your work.

Remus , however, had no intention of leaving. He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a teasing whisper. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t want to end up with a C only , would you?”

Before you could formulate a response, Dorcas appeared beside you, her tone sharp. “Remus, you’re really not helping here.”

Remus didn’t budge. “I’m just offering to make things a little easier for (Y/N).”

Dorcas crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. “That’s what you say, but it’s just a distraction. She doesn’t need your help. She’s doing fine on her own.”

Remus rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered. "Alright, alright. I’ll give her space… for now."

But Regulus, who had been watching from the far end of the table, strolled over, his voice calm but firm. "Actually, I think (Y/N) has had enough of your 'help' for today."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly at Regulus’s deadpan delivery, even as he gently began gathering your books, nudging you out of your seat. “Come on, (Y/N). You’re much better off away from the chaos.”

As Regulus guided you toward a quieter section of the library, Pandora and Dorcas both shot you teasing looks.

"You know," Pandora muttered, shaking her head, "They’re relentless, but I think they like. the chase."

but as you looked back, you saw the marauders mouth “hogsmede, 5 pm” to you. Maybe you could sneak off, you thought, blushing as red as a tomato.

Thank you for reading! Requests open for all characters and themes!

also I might start a marauders rp! Dm if anyone wants to join! If we get enough members we will start!

p.s: this was proof read by my sweet friend @hers-miche !! Thanks love ! They helped me loads with the adjectives <33

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Buck exhales a breath of laughter. “Not what I meant. I meant… This was your first time in charge.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “That was… Well, I was nervous.”

“You did great,” Buck says. “Bowman shit aside, and that was not anything you did, you were a rockstar, Eddie.”

“A rockstar?” Eddie repeats. 

“Totally,” Buck nods. “Can’t wait to… Watch you fight all sorts of disasters… Well, that sounds bad. I don’t want disasters to happen.”

Eddie laughs. “I get what you mean.”

“I’m proud of you,” Buck says. “Really.”

Eddie feels sort of mushy, for the first time since this whole mess.

“Thank you. And for what it’s worth? Having to work around Bowman and keep your cool through all of that? I’m proud of you, too.”

🗲🗲🗲

Buck has to answer questions for the investigation into Bowman. It starts about the flood. The call. He answers in Hen’s defense. Eddie’s defense. Not that anyone is questioning either of them. It’s clear that they aren’t to blame. 

“It seems like what happened that day is clear, from everyone’s account of the story,” the internal affairs person asks. 

“I’d say so,” Buck agrees. 

“Thank you, Firefighter Buckley,” she nods. “Just one other question for you.”

“Sure,” Buck says. 

“We looked into everyone we’re talking to,” she says. “And saw that you actually spent a bit of time working with Captain Bowman. Is that right?”

Buck tenses. 

“Um, yeah,” he says. “Yeah, in 2023. Not for very long. It was a temporary transfer, after my team and captain were injured in the I-10 collapse.”

The investigator hums in agreement, like this has confirmed what she already knew. 

“Can you tell me what that experience was like for you?” She asks. 

Buck swallows. He tries to think of the best, most professional way to respond.

“You don’t have to sugar coat it,” the investigator says. “You’re not the one under investigation here. Captain Bowman is. And if there’s something important to discover about his leadership skills, then we ought to know, right?”

It’s literally been years. Almost four years. And still, he hates thinking about that time. About that man and how he made Buck feel. 

So, fuck it.

He tells her everything. 

🗲🗲🗲

A week or so later, Eddie is working and Buck is off. Christopher is at school. It’s just him and Brooke. They’ve only been on their own for like an hour or so. Buck has finished up some housework, and is sitting on the living room floor with his daughter, playing one of those games where you match the correct plastic block to its respectively shaped hole. He thinks she’s pretty good at it. Probably a good sign for all future academic pursuits. 

“Oh, nice work,” Buck praises and Brooke slots the triangle in its correct place. 

“Yes!” She claps her hands together. 

Buck claps a little for her. “You’re so smart, kiddo.”

As she reaches for a diamond shaped piece, the doorbell rings. She drops the block and looks up and around. 

“Someone’s here,” he says. “Wanna go see?”

She reaches for him enthusiastically. Buck lifts her as he stands, swinging her over to one arm as he heads for the door. 

When he opens it, he’s surprised to see both Bobby and Hen standing on his front stoop.

“Uh, hey guys…” Buck says, confused. “Did we have plans?”

“YAY!” Brooke lets out a little shriek, straining towards Bobby. She would sell Buck up the river for Bobby, he’s come to learn recently. That’s just a reality he will have to accept about his dear child. 

“Hi, Brooke,” Bobby smiles, reaching for her. Buck lets him take her. “Hi, baby girl.”

“What’s going on?” Buck asks. “Or did you come for her?”

“No, we came for you,” Hen says. “You have five minutes to get ready. We need to be at LAFD headquarters by ten.”

Buck blinks. “What?”

“We tried calling you,” Bobby says. 

“I was… I was hanging out with Brooke,” Buck says. “What’s happening? Is Eddie okay?”

“Bowman was fired,” Hen says. “They want to promote internally to replace him. We’re making your case.”

“My case?” Buck gapes.

[quillpokebiology]

Thinking about that one Blaziken on that cooking show who refused to eat food shaped like Torchic

[silverselfshippingchaos]

as much as I hate seeing him in pain, i will admit that hungover s.ugiura is both pretty cute and pretty amusing

and y.agami buttering k.aito up is so fun, I love this squad so much

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Simon hated the tapping out ceremony. Ever since he first had to partake in one, he despised it. With no family and very few friends, he was usually the last on the field, waiting until one of his superiors would tap him out. But he couldn’t skip them either.

So there he was. The sun was beating down on the hundreds of soldiers lined up in neat little rows, standing at attention while they waited for their loved ones. And they came quickly. One soldier after the other was tapped out by their parents, siblings, spouse, and sometimes even children. But he stayed still, watching the happy reunions out of the corner of his eyes. Watching the tears and hugs and kisses. He envied the others; he was jealous of what they had, and he didn’t. But Simon had always been good at following orders, so he didn’t move, barely even blinked as he was surrounded by happiness, while he drowned in his own sorrow.

After an hour, there was only one other soldier left. Simon had barely interacted with him, but he knew his face. And just when Simon thought he wouldn’t be the only one without someone to tap him out this time, a crowd of eight people moved toward the soldier. At the front was an older-looking woman, her brown hair streaked with grey and lines on her face, indicating her age. Around her were people of all ages and genders.

“My son!” The woman let out a sob as she finally threw her arms around the soldier’s neck, causing the man to chuckle, as he hugged her back. “I missed you too, mama.”

One by one, he talked to the people surrounding him, hugged them, and kissed them. Simon couldn’t help but watch, bile rising in his throat as jealousy threatened to overtake him. And as he watched, he couldn’t help but imagine himself in the soldier’s stead. Surrounded by a happy, loud, and loving family. People who were happy to see him. Nowadays, the only people he could call family were the guys from the 141, and they were away on a mission. Still, in his mind, the scene played out. His mother, smiling, rushing toward him. Followed by his brother and his wife, carrying his nephew.

The daydream was interrupted by someone walking toward him. He expected it to be his superior, there to finally release him from the nightmare. But it wasn’t.

A young woman took timid steps in his direction. Her eyes, bright but filled with sadness. Not her own sadness, though, it was sadness she felt for him. He didn’t react, didn’t move, didn’t blink. She came to a stop in front of him, gazing up with a frown.

“Is someone coming?” Simon hesitated before giving an almost invisible shake of his head. She gasped, it was quiet and he barely heard it, but he felt it. In every bone, he felt her sadness and the sorrow she carried for him. Slowly, as if not to startle him, she lifted her hand, until it was inches away from his chest. “Is…is this okay?” When he gave a slight nod, she gently pressed her hand against his chest, finally tapping him out.

A breath he didn’t realize he had been holding escaped him as he finally turned to properly look at the woman. She was still gazing up at him, a soft smile now replacing the frown on her face.

“Thank you.” She nodded in response before glancing back at her family. When she looked back at Simon, she looked determined. “We’re going out to eat dinner if you’d like to join us?” Simon was about to decline when someone called out to him.

“Oi! Ghost!” He looked up and saw the soldier, now facing him, an arm wrapped around his mother’s shoulder. “Let’s go; my mom says dinner’s on us!” Without waiting for a response, he turned around and started walking toward the car park, his entire family in tow. Simon kept looking after him until a soft, small hand slipped into his own. He glanced down and found the woman smiling up at him.

“Come, my mom doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” And with those words, the woman gently led him to follow her family.

Part 2

A/N: This will be a two-parter. I hope you liked it!